People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning

Late at night, in the common room, everyone changed into pajamas and talked about what happened today.

Of course, most of them were first-year students.

Other grades still had exams.

Just as Seamus was bragging about his explosive talent and Neville was showing off his heroic figure by waving his wand instead of a sword, Fred and George walked towards them.

"Are you looking for me?" Ron stood up, "To praise your brother for overcoming the fear of spiders you brought?"

The two of them walked around Ron.

"Little Ronnie."

"We're looking for Harry."

As they said that, they handed over a piece of parchment.

"Here."

"Hagrid's letter to you."

"Thank you." Harry took it.

Hagrid's messy handwriting was on it,

and there was a large ink stain on the paper, making the handwriting difficult to recognize.

Dear Harry, Basil, Ron, Hermione:

Aragog died today.

He was an acromantic giant spider. Today's victim. He was also the "monster" mentioned in the notice of my framed expulsion.

He is very important to me.

It would mean a lot to me if you could come to the funeral tonight.

I plan to hold the funeral tomorrow at dusk, which is his favorite time of the day.

I didn't want to ask for this, but I can't face it alone.

Hagrid

"It's good. Not today." Ron, who came over to read the letter, breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to see the Acromantula again at night. Even if it was a corpse.

"Maybe because dusk has passed." The sentimental Hermione had red eyes.

"Funeral." Basil sighed.

The headmaster's office is particularly lively now.

Sirius and his cousin and nephew gathered together.

Narcissa, dressed in a black robe as a widow, suppressed her grief and discussed her husband's funeral with Sirius.

Sirius, who should have been rude to his cousin who went to Voldemort's side and was eager to see Harry, now acted like a competent relative.

Touching Draco's head, patiently and carefully discussed the date, personnel and other details of the funeral.

Not even mentioning Harry's name.

Draco stared blankly at his father's head. He was so sad that he lost the ability to speak and cry.

The portraits of the headmasters either left the frame and went out to visit friends, or closed their eyes and pretended to sleep.

Dumbledore was not in the room.

He left this place to their family.

But Basil was a little confused.

It was good to suddenly receive 20,000 gems.

But Peter Pettigrew was imprisoned; Sirius was released from prison; Narcissa Malfoy's fake imprisonment was exposed and then released from prison.

How did Dumbledore get it done in an hour?

The Ministry of Magic was like his home.

Fudge didn't make trouble.

This has nothing to do with him, the great uncle Basil!

In fact, Dumbledore was also a little surprised.

In Fudge's eyes, these requests were undoubtedly to shake the credibility of the Ministry of Magic and challenge its own authority.

He was ready for a protracted war.

But as soon as he made the request, Fudge nodded like crazy, as if he was afraid that he would do something bad.

Umbridge, who was in charge of playing the good guy beside Fudge, did not say anything sour, but was extremely obedient, lowering her head and looking pleasing.

As a result, he had not yet come to his senses.

Sirius and Narcissa changed their clothes and were sent here.

Then they were all placed in the office.

Fortunately, there was no quarrel.

However, the first thing he had to do now was to stop the man with red eyes in front of him.

His double agent, the person he trusted most, Severus Snape.

On the eighth floor, next to the gargoyles, Snape, who was wearing a black robe that had not changed for thousands of years, had a slicked-back hair, and his skin was still pale, was holding a wand and pointing at Dumbledore.

"Let me in! Let me kill that stinky dog!"

At this time, his eyes were shining wildly.

Dumbledore said gently, "You should have known the whole story."

Snape said indifferently, "Oh, Peter Pettigrew is the traitor. The great Sirius Black sacrificed himself and stayed in Azkaban for more than ten years? What if I know?"

"Have you forgotten? When the secret keeper of the Fidelius Charm should have chosen you, he instigated that idiot to choose him instead of you. When it was confirmed that Lily's family was targeted by the Dark Lord himself. He was smart enough to change the secret keeper and persuaded that idiot to choose Peter, who had a weak point of his mother and was timid and afraid of things?"

"Even if Peter betrayed that man, can Sirius get away with it?"

At this point, Snape's eyes became colder, "Get out of the way! Dumbledore!"

"You should know that Narcissa and Draco are still upstairs. They are discussing a funeral-Lucius Malfoy's." Dumbledore reminded.

The muscles on Snape's face twitched.

Then he turned around and walked towards the basement without saying a word.

Dumbledore went to another room.

The lights were on inside, and the tables and chairs were piled in the corner.

In the middle, there was a long table full of documents and a high-backed chair.

On the unfolded parchment, it was written:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Principal: Albus Dumbledore

(President of the International Confederation of Wizards, First Class of the Order of Merlin, Grand Wizard, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Lockhart:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been appointed as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Enclosed is the date of arrival and salary structure.

If accepted.

Please confirm the teaching materials before June 31st.

We are waiting for your owl to bring your reply.

Deputy Headmistress (Female)

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

Dumbledore looked at it and smiled slightly.

Then he waved his wand.

The letter of Lockhart turned red, then twisted and turned into Lupin.

Basil did not pay attention to this scene.

In fact, after seeing that Snape did not break into the office and fight with Sirius, he started chatting with Harry and the others.

Eating the barbecue brought by the Weasley twins from the kitchen and drinking the iced cola he picked up from the London supermarket.

However, as time went on.

More and more students yawned and walked towards the dormitory.

In the end, only the still energetic Basil and Hermione, who refused to leave and got closer and closer to Basil, were left.

At this moment, he was immersed in the wonderful touch of Hermione, who was clinging to him.

The translucent little feet, like those inlaid with pearls, swayed in front of him.

The well-proportioned white legs rubbed against him from time to time, and the hair brushed against his nose, which made Basil's heart begin to ripple.

Looking down, Hermione's face turned pink, and her thin and moist lips were unconsciously curled up, as if waiting for something.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, leaving only the increasingly heavy breathing of the two.

Then there was the nasal sound and the sound of water.

At 2 o'clock in the morning, Basil returned to the dormitory, shrinking his bones, and a few more blushes on his neck.

"Why are you back now?" Harry rubbed his eyes.

"I'm practicing brain occlusion." Basil said casually.

He was not lying. Restraining desires can also be regarded as practicing brain occlusion.

In the dormitory, no one slept.

Ron sat on the carpet, the bed was messy, the cabinet was opened, and the suitcase was dragged out from under the bed.

He kept muttering, "Scabbers."

Neville yawned, "Ron's mice are gone. Seamus said they might have been eaten by Fenta or Hedwig. But that's impossible. They have been resting in the Owlery recently. They rarely come back."

Harry nodded, "Yes. I think they might have sensed the attack of the Acromantula and hid. I saw it on TV - when Dudley was watching. Animals have stronger senses than humans. They can detect crises in advance, such as earthquakes."