days at Hogwarts

Chapter 99
The wild wind blows from a dark distance, blows the hem of clothes and the ends of hair, and rattles on the dim towers.Black, brown, red, light blonde hair is immersed in the wind.

In the castle, Harry and Ron would chat with Malfoy.Once outside, everyone fell silent, waiting for something to arrive.

Mrs. Norris appeared first behind them, and then the bear-like Mr. Crabbe and the hunchbacked Filch came into their sight.

Malfoy's eyes swept back and forth on both sides, and finally picked a seat behind Mr. Crabbe to watch the show, and walked over casually to watch the show.

Although Mr. Crabbe was surprised to see the Malfoy boy with them, he said nothing, tacitly not embarrassing Malfoy.

Filch's gloomy gaze followed him, and the castle's caretaker didn't want to let any student who was visiting at night go unnoticed.

"Raising fire dragons, traveling at night, I also suspect that you are conducting evil black magic research." Mr. Crabbe locked his eyes on Harry, "You will be imprisoned in Azkaban."

Loren raised his eyebrows: "Actually, only professors can punish students."

Mr. Crabbe, who was like a bear, had his mouth split open on both sides, revealing a hideous smile, with his flesh wriggling across his face.

"Yes, but I'll catch you first, and give you a taste of what a pleasant torture it is before the Professor comes!" said Mr. Crabbe, approaching them.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron couldn't help being a little nervous, and pointed their wands at the bear.

This Death Eater wouldn't want to do something to students in school, would he?

Loren didn't move his wand, not only didn't panic, but looked forward to it.In his peripheral vision, on the high wall of the castle in the distance, a blazing red light flashed, making his eyes hurt.

I know that Dumbledore will not miss this big show, but can't he restrain his magic power?It's like a little sun at night.

Now that Dumbledore is here, maybe Snape and Quirrell are somewhere in the corner.He didn't believe that a Death Eater of cannon fodder level could hurt a student in Hogwarts.

Mr. Crabbe moved slowly, like a cat chasing a mouse, and he enjoyed the desperation of his prey waiting to die.

"Woohoo! Keep a safe distance!"

Several red beams of magic spells suddenly hit the floor in front of Mr. Crabbe, and there was a burst of energetic shouts in the silent air near the tower.

Four broomsticks descended from the darkness, and four vigorous youths appeared on the tower.

One of them smiled at Ron and said, "Ha, I can see right away that you are Charlie's brother."

Before Ron and the others could answer, the remaining three also spoke one after another.

"The situation is different from what we thought, at least it is more lively than I thought."

"Long time no see, Mr. Filch and Mrs. Norris."

Filch was greeted by someone who also seemed to have graduated from Hogwarts.

"Long time no see, Professor McGonagall!"

The last greeting was a surprise. Professor McGonagall brought Vincent Crabbe (Malfoy's little follower) out of the castle stairs.

Loren reacted, and Crabbe and his son also split into two groups. One side caught them and wanted to torture them, and the other side asked Professor McGonagall to catch them.

Professor McGonagall glanced around the crowd, surprised by the many little wizards traveling at night, and angry at the shadowless fire dragon.

She suppressed her voice and said to the graduates: "After graduation, if you want to go back to school to see, you should use a formal method instead of breaking in directly with a broom."

Of course she knew this group of students who had just graduated a few years ago, and some of them had left Gryffindor.

One of Charlie's friends, the one who greeted Ron first, quickly snatched the small case from Loren and gave him a wink.

Then he raised his voice and said to Professor McGonagall: "Next time, in order to prevent you from closing our confinement again, let's go first!"

Charlie's friends, all jovial people, got on their brooms and flew away.

Professor McGonagall watched them disappear, and his anger gradually became uncontrollable, and his eyes almost burst into flames. "I can't believe it's you guys. Vincent Crabbe said you're on the Astronomy Tower. Don't forget it's one o'clock in the morning. Explain yourself."

Before they could speak, Vincent Crabbe's father, Mr. Crabbe, answered first: "They raise dragons and study black magic. They should be arrested and interrogated."

"I have evidence." As he spoke, he began to dig out the pockets of his dress with an awkward gesture.

All eyes were on him.

But he digs for a long time, nothing, like a funny troll.

"Enough! Hermione, what are you talking about?" Professor McGonagall was even more angry.

For the first time, Hermione couldn't answer the teacher's question, and it was Professor McGonagall.She didn't dare to look into Professor McGonagall's eyes, for fear of seeing her disappointment from it.

"Cough." Loren said, "It's like this. We heard that there were dark wizards haunting the school at night, so we planned to check it out. We were chased here by this Mr. Crabbe."

"We thought he was the dark wizard who also controlled Mr. Filch. Fortunately, he "coincidentally" met some seniors here, and he persisted until you came. "

Harry, Ron and Malfoy looked at Loren with admiration.How could you come up with such a well-thought-out lie in such a short period of time?
Hermione looked down at her shoes, motionless as a statue.

The Crabbes froze, not knowing what to say, their only piece of evidence missing.

"The box, the box just now!" Mr. Crabbe looked crazy as if he was grasping at a straw.

"Oh, that box originally existed in the Astronomy Tower. I think it should be the luggage of the seniors. They put it here and went to visit the castle. We just picked it up." Loren easily killed it.

"You don't think such a small box can hold a fire dragon?"

If there is a combined magic of [Legiliency] and [Loud Voice], and the voices in the hearts of a few little wizards are released, it will be a unified cheer.

Malfoy thought that the Sorting Hat must have made a mistake, so elegantly playing with people's hearts with lies, it must be Slytherin, how could he be sorted into Gryffindor.

Loren was an orphan, he must have been an outcast from some pure-blood family.

Professor McGonagall faintly felt that there was something wrong with these words, but he couldn't find any evidence. Loren's narration was consistent with what happened tonight.

Mr. Crabbe wanted to torture the little wizard, and as an ex-Death Eater, that was a possibility.

"After breakfast tomorrow, the six of you will come to my office to be punished. Now, go back to sleep." Professor McGonagall said, she was very angry now and needed some time.

Loren pulled Hermione, who had been shrinking her head, sloppyly bypassed the bear, and sprinted back to the stairs.The other young wizards followed, as did Malfoy and Crabbe.

After the little wizards had left, Professor McGonagall looked at Mr. Crabbe, his voice was calm, "I will tell Dumbledore about this, and from now on, the school board will not be allowed to interfere in the management of the school. Visits must be applied in advance .”

"Professor McGonagall! This needs to be discussed in a meeting." Mr. Crabbe said anxiously.

This time, he received Crabbe's letter, and felt that he had an opportunity to deal with the boy who had humiliated the Dark Lord, so he urgently visited Hogwarts.

After hearing from his son about Harry Potter's unusual hospitalization, he realized something was wrong and found evidence in the school infirmary.

I thought I could drive Harry Potter out of Hogwarts and gain some prestige in the pure-blood family, but I didn't expect this to be the result.

If the board of trustees knew that he had made a mess and the professors took back the little power they had, the Crabbe family would have to make compensation in other businesses.

"I, Minerva McGonagall. Hogwarts vice-headmaster, have the right to do this." Professor McGonagall finished speaking, looked at Filch, pursed her lips tightly, turned and left.

Vincent Crabbe remained sullen and silent all the way back to the lounge.Malfoy wanted to chat with Loren, but there were too many people and he couldn't find a chance.

In fact, Harry and the others also wanted to talk, but they all chose to remain silent because they were so scrupled that there were other people.

At the fork, the two groups of people going to the Gryffindor lounge and the Slytherin lounge separated.

The atmosphere around Loren suddenly relaxed.

"This is the most exciting night I've ever experienced in my life!" Ron beamed, and he wanted to engrave this incident in his mind.

"You don't know, when the big bear came over, my legs were weak."

"I want to punch him in the nose."

After experiencing exciting things, his mind still hasn't calmed down. Harry and Ron discussed what happened just now.

Hermione, still uncomfortable with deceiving Professor McGonagall, walked with her head buried.Suddenly, I felt a chill under my feet, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a head.

"Ah!" Hermione screamed in fright, tugging on Loren's sleeve tightly.

"Haha! Another scare from Sir Nicholas!" Headless Nick floated up from under the floor.

"Nick, thank you for helping us hold back that Death Eater." Harry was full of gratitude. If Nick hadn't held up the time, they might not have had the chance to find Loren.

"Not only to delay time, I also hid a gift in the front armor!" Nick laughed heartily.

Harry and Ron found a letter in the boot of the armor, which was left in the book, Charlie's reply.

"Great! No wonder he still can't produce evidence." Ron held the letter and kissed it. It was all the trouble caused by this letter. Ron swore that this kind of thing would be burnt after reading it.

Loren walked around the headless Nick, convinced that he was just an ordinary ghost, not a physical entity like Peeves.

"How did you do it?" Loren asked curiously.

"Secret! Remember that the ghost is also the owner of this castle! Also, you owe me a favor..." The voice of the headless Nick gradually drifted away with him.

"I'll never call him 'Headless Nick' again! said Harry.

"It's Nearly Headless Nick. ' retorted Ron, putting the letter away to throw it in the fireplace later.

The four of them continued on their way back to the bedroom.

"Loren, what about your box?" Hermione asked.

"Let's do it later." Loren didn't care too much. Do you worry about not having materials if you have craftsmanship?

"Please, Loren, make me one too."

"Me too."

Harry and Ron hurried forward.

"No!" Hermione snapped, "It's against Ministry of Magic regulations."

I quietly added in my heart, I haven't done it yet.

On the other side, Malfoy and Crabbe were walking back to the Slytherin lounge, one behind the other.

"Why are you helping those Gryffindors, those Mudbloods!" Crabbe's words were questioning.

Malfoy didn't look back, "None of your business."

"Have you forgotten the glory of pure blood?"

Malfoy stopped, still didn't look back, "I didn't."

"Don't you want to give them a little bit of power?"

"I said, it's none of your business!" Malfoy said with a hint of impatience in his voice.

Crabbe stopped talking, and he looked at Malfoy the same way he looked at Harry, with strong hatred.

It was he who noticed the unusualness of Malfoy's intimidation of Harry and Ron, and wrote to call his father, wanting to avenge his previous humiliation in the stands.

But it was all messed up by Malfoy.

His father always told him to please Malfoy, because of their family's wealth, their family's power, because their family had robbed more benefits under the power of the Dark Lord.

At the beginning of school, he tried to get acquainted with the "Boy Who Lived" who framed the Dark Lord, and later he got close to the dirty Muggle seed.

He didn't understand the glory of Slytherin at all, he didn't understand the glory of pure blood at all.

Damn it, Malfoy!
It was a sleepless night, some lights and candles went out and some places were lit again.

In the principal's office, the portraits on the wall were turned upside down, and the people in the portraits were all asleep.

Inside a top hat on the shelf, a thin snake coiled sapphires under its body, and the grid patterns on the scales on its back reflected dark red light.

"Minerva, would you like something to eat?" Dumbledore was wearing a set of blue pajamas, looking for candy with his crescent-shaped glasses.

Professor McGonagall's face was tense, and he was very annoyed at the moment, "I said, Headmaster Dumbledore! Don't you really know what happened tonight?"

"Hmm... probably know a little bit." Dumbledore dug out half a bag of nougat, "Come on, it's good for sleep."

Professor McGonagall pressed his hand hard on the table, his fingers turned white, "These Death Eaters have no intention of repenting, they are still keen to torture people, even minor wizards."

"Minerva, I know." Dumbledore took out his teacup and poured hot tea from the empty teapot. "There was a reason for letting this group of people go. The rebuilding of wizarding society requires the support of pure-blood families."

Professor McGonagall looked at the tea and subconsciously thought of the "five exceptions to Gamp's law of transformation", and then came back to his senses, "They have already controlled the school board, and Hogwarts needs full management rights."

Dumbledore nodded, put the nougat in, shook it a few times and handed it to Professor McGonagall, "I know you always care about the students, for the benefit of the students. And I agree with your idea, but this matter has to be done slowly Do."

Dumbledore showed some sarcasm, "They always think arrogantly that other people are peeping at those insignificant powers."

Professor McGonagall was distracted by Dumbledore's set of actions, and sat down slowly, "Don't coddle the students too much, I know you can catch them going out at night. They must not be telling the truth this time, the only honest Granger Miss doesn't even dare to look at me."

"Don't be obsessed with little mistakes." Dumbledore thought for a while, a few little guys might not be little mistakes, "Perhaps a little way of teaching that breaks the rules will make them gain more."

"I'm really worried they've spoiled Miss Granger."

"Haha, if you think about it, Granger can influence them too."

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　Kowtow to the reader, the time was spent on correcting what I wrote before, and I felt a little bit broken yesterday because I wrote too fast yesterday.

　　4K tonight, and 4K at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)