Drink Black Tea Calmly at Hogwarts

When the sun rose from the east, in Hogwarts Castle, Professor McGonagall led by Nick into a remote corridor. ｛Щww{suimеng][lā}

This corridor is not on the way students go to and from get out of class, and very few students walk through it on weekdays.

Now the corridor seemed a bit lively. Almost all the ghosts in Hogwarts gathered here. They were all pointing at something horizontal on the ground and the wall next to them, discussing something in a low voice.

With the sound of "Da Da Da" footsteps, the ghosts knew that someone alive was coming, and they flew under the ceiling one after another and began to enter the theater mode.

When Professor McGonagall left the dormitory to go to the cafeteria for breakfast, Nick, holding his head, found her and told her that a student had been attacked and was lying in a corridor.

Professor McGonagall was shocked at the time, and she thought for the first time that a Death Eater had sneaked into Hogwarts and made trouble. But then she found that Nick was not nervous, just like he had reported that there were students fighting in the castle.

When Professor McGonagall arrived, he saw Zhang lying motionless on the ground like a rock, with only two eyeballs moving.

On the wall on the side, someone used a spell to write a line of shining words-"Avenger, Harry Potter too!"

Professor McGonagall looked at Zhang on the ground, then at the message on the wall, sighed and pinched his eyebrows, then turned and left in the desperate gaze of Zhang.

Harry, who was bundled up into rice dumplings by Zhang last night and brought back to Hogwarts, hurriedly rushed into the pig's head bar accompanied by Blake.

When he opened the door and broke into the meeting room last night, he was staggered by the strong smell of tobacco in the room.

Harry had to take out his wand to clean up the smell of smoke in the room before he walked in.

Scrimgeour raised his head, glanced at Harry with bloodshot eyes, then lowered his head to continue reading the parchment in his hand.

Mr. Weasley sat aside decadently, with gauze tied around his head, and the large mass of self-coagulated blood on the gauze was shocking.

The twin brothers who have never been quiet in the past are like burnt out, sitting on the chair and bowing their heads.

And Ron lay straight on a bed made of several chairs, not knowing whether he was asleep or unconscious.

Seeing the scene in front of them, Harry and Blake's hearts suddenly became cold and whizzing.

Black walked over to Mr. Weasley and sat down and patted him on the shoulder in silence.

At this moment, Bill and a Ministry of Magic staff came in with breakfast. When Bill saw Harry, he shook his head sadly.

The only thing that made Harry feel better was the wall clock of the Weasley’s moved from the Burrow on the wall of the room. The pointer belonging to Mrs. Weasley still pointed to the "fatal danger" position, not representing a person. The pointer fell after death.

When Bill put breakfast on the table, Harry sat down beside him and asked, "Bill, last night..."

"It's all fake." Bill sighed and whispered. "During the operation last night, we attacked nearly 20 Death Eaters' strongholds. Fifteen of them were found disguised as mothers. Dead, but none of them are real. And our people were ambushed in those fifteen strongholds."

After Bill finished speaking, he filled a small plate with two sandwiches from the plate on the table and handed it to Harry. Harry saw that there was also a bandage on his arm.

Harry took the sandwich, but he has no appetite to eat now, just staring at the sandwich in a daze.

Everyone in the conference room was like him, no one glanced at the plate full of breakfast.

Scrimgeour took out a cigarette from the cigarette case. When he first wanted to light it, he saw an ashtray full of cigarette butts. He shook his head and put the cigarette back in the case.

He looked at the people around the Weasleys and said in a hoarse voice to Mr. Weasley: "Arthur, you and the children should go back and rest first. We will notify you as soon as we have news."

Mr. Weasley nodded, stood up and began to greet the children to go back to rest.

He understood that the failure last night was not because the Ministry was too incompetent, but because Voldemort was too cunning.

After several hours of thinking, he roughly guessed Voldemort's plan.

This time it was basically another trap set by Voldemort. He took this opportunity to find the undercover among the Death Eaters and set up an ambush circle to eliminate rescuers.

I have to say that Voldemort succeeded more than half of this operation. Due to the exposure of a large number of strongholds, some undercover agents who are not deeply hidden will inevitably be found, and those who are deeply hidden must not dare to act rashly in a short period of time. At the same time, the ambush last night caused great losses to the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government. Except for Ron's team because the enemy only giants can retreat, the other teams have suffered some losses, and some teams have even lost their personnel.

This result puts Scrimgeour under a lot of pressure, and Mr. Weasley has never loosened his brows since seeing him from the early hours of this morning until now.

He knew it was useless to wait here now, and after waking Ron, he took the children out of the meeting room, Harry and Blake followed behind with the breakfast that Bill had just sent.

The Weasley twin brothers had already rented a house in Hogsmeade to open a shop, and now the upstairs of the store is the stronghold of the Weasley family.

In the restaurant, Black put the sandwiches he brought back from the pig’s head bar on the table, and Klemans Weasley poured a large glass of steaming milk for everyone~www.readwn.com~ but everyone still didn’t have it. What's the appetite, I went back to the room after a hastily eaten.

Harry did not return to Hogwarts, but stayed with him in Ron's room.

Ron cast several large-scale spells in a row in the early hours of this morning, and the magic power on his body had been overdrawn, which made him suffer from a splitting headache and his body was hollowed out. It's just that he just stayed in the pig's head bar just now in order to get news from his mother as soon as possible.

Harry sat on the chair in the room and looked at Ron who was asleep again, feeling equally uncomfortable.

A feeling of powerlessness rose in his heart. When he left Hogsmeade with a happy mood of revenge, he promised his co-conspirator Ginny that he would bring back good news, but the cold reality splashed him. Basin of liquid nitrogen.

He couldn't do anything about the status quo, even Grandpa Gandalf in his glasses had no good solutions.

There was a knock on the door downstairs at this time, and then Harry heard Clemence's footsteps coming downstairs. Soon, listening to the footsteps, Clemence seemed to bring a few people up.