days at Hogwarts

Chapter 493 Feedback from the Messenger

"So many Death Eaters have escaped justice!"

Hermione asked in surprise.

The fire in the common room was burning brightly, and the warm heat filled the whole room. On the small table by the window, Harry had already remembered everything he saw in front of the office door, and what he later learned from Snape's memory. Almost everything that was projected and seen was told to Ron, Loren and Hermione.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that Ludo Bagman was also involved in Death Eater activities." Harry's head was dizzy. He seemed to realize what Dumbledore once said, his mind was too full of thoughts. What do you mean, he also wants to take some out now to relax his bulging temples.

"And Karkaroff and Crouch..." Ron whispered: "It's incredible that they can still live together peacefully."

"I really didn't expect that it was Dumbledore who guaranteed Snape's immunity from trial." Harry raised his head and glanced at Loren, trying his best to make his words less intense, "I mean, even though he knew that Snape was Pu is a Death Eater, but still wants to believe him."

Speaking of Snape, Harry found it a bit incredible. He recklessly looked through Snape's memories. Snape even poured poison into his mouth bottle after bottle, and made himself into a specimen and put it in glass. It was no surprise to anyone in the jar, but in the end he was only deducted some academy points and sentenced to one month of confinement, still under Filch.

Thinking about what Snape had done for him in the past few years, it seems that the professor is not so annoying anymore...

Loren stared at the fire in the common room, the strong flames dancing briskly in his dark eyes. Hermione, who was always good at analyzing things, didn't speak for a long time. She sat there with her forehead in her hands and her eyes looking at her knees.

That night, the four of them stayed in the common room until late, discussing these things over and over. Harry's head became more and more dizzy and painful, and his ears were filled with Ron's chirping voice. Everything he knew about the Death Eaters was told.

……

The lights in the principal's office were soft at night, and the portraits and silverware on the walls made no sound. Fox's head was buried under his wings, and his slight snoring made the office seem even quieter.

"...This is what happened during duel practice." Watching Dumbledore keep adding sugar cubes to the hot cocoa, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. "Morgan was almost playing with other people, and Miss Granger was too pursuing reason. , this may become a loophole in the ever-changing battle... Potter has made rapid progress, and Weasley is at the bottom, but compared to students of the same grade, he is already very good."

Even stronger than many adult wizards...

"Principal Dippet said that if you make friends with outstanding people, you will become outstanding yourself." Dumbledore took a sip of the sweet hot cocoa, and his eyes showed a bit of satisfaction, "It's just that for Harry "He needs to improve faster."

Professor McGonagall's expression became solemn and she couldn't help but ask: "You mean..."

Dumbledore shook his head: "Severus and I tried many times, and also consulted Barbling's suggestions, but we couldn't peel it off without damaging the container."

"In this case……"

Professor McGonagall sat in front of the desk, quietly looking at the reflection of the silverware on the table, and her expression became calm.

That man was lurking in the castle, and because his name was enchanted, the two of them tacitly agreed not to mention the words Voldemort, Horcrux, etc., not because of fear, but because they were worried about disturbing his ghost and triggering unexpected changes.

They still don't know Voldemort's purpose of lurking into the school, nor do they know how many secrets he has buried in this castle. They don't know what else is there besides the crown, and they don't know why he has Barty Jr. You also have to infiltrate yourself instead of pulling the strings behind the scenes.

But they could feel that Voldemort was plotting against Harry, learning bit by bit information about Harry, and turning Harry and all his information into fuel for a complete resurrection, just waiting for the third project to arrive, full of mystery. Lit with magical fire.

Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore's hanging white beard, and the old headmaster was waiting for his resurrection to use the majestic magic in this old body to completely destroy his conspiracy.

Professor McGonagall breathed lightly and asked in a low voice: "Albus, are you sure?"

Dumbledore slowly shook the white porcelain tea cup, and the search for Horcruxes was progressing faster than he expected. Crown, ring, gold cup...

He grinned at the opposite person, showing a bit of the imprudence of an old naughty boy: "Look at my beard and wrinkles, Minerva, I am already old, and all the things you think about are the things of young people. "

"..."

Professor McGonagall looked at him silently, with a direct look that made people feel frightened. Dumbledore stopped his smile and asked, "How is the communication with other intelligent races going?"

"Most of them went well, but we encountered some obstacles on the Giant Island." Dumbledore said slowly. Miss Beetle's expression was a little strange as she used vulgar and vicious curses in the letter. "Miss Skeeter wrote back and told me that she There is no giant Gogo at all, they don’t talk to anyone who can’t reach their knees.”

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly.

"Don't worry, Minerva. After this term is over, I will ask Madam Maxime and Hagrid to go again. They will definitely be able to reach the giant's knees."

"..." Professor McGonagall was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "Hagrid must be very happy to take on this job."

A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face.

……

The time comes to mid-September.

The Easter holidays are coming, and there are as many homework assignments as ever.

Honeydukes Candy Shop has launched hundreds of flavors of Easter egg candies. All the stores in Hogsmeade are covered with Easter eggs. Wizards from Muggle families have brought various ingenious skills, through inlaying, pasting, Make-up wrapping and even batik methods are used to create a variety of gorgeous and exquisite Easter eggs.

Neville brought back another box of candies, among which Loren's favorite was the Easter egg ice cream. It was as big as a dragon egg and contained seven flavors of colorful ice cream at once. The shell was made of chocolate, with a rich sweet aroma and a silky texture.

Holding an ice cream as big as a dragon egg, Loren came to the lake and found Hermione under the green beech tree.

Hearing the footsteps on the fallen grass, Hermione looked up from the thick book. She leaned against the tree trunk, wearing a white short jacket with dark patterns and a black skirt with wide straps made of cotton and linen blend. The square neckline was exposed. Her eye-catching white neck and collarbone, and washed jeans outline her slender legs.

She tilted her head slightly, and there was some doubt in her beautiful eyes: "What is this?"

"The Easter ice cream Neville bought, I brought it here to share with you." Loren's eyes moved slightly downward unconsciously, "The outer shell is chocolate, and there are seven flavors inside."

"It's almost lunch time."

"No lunch."

"..."

Hermione's eyes twinkled.

(End of this chapter)