Harry Potter and the Burnt Badger

"I suddenly remembered something. Come up with me again. Hedwig has something to tell you."

"Oh." Harry turned around in response and was about to lift his feet when his eyes suddenly widened, "Huh???"

Hedwig?With me?say?

say what?Cuckoo?Coo coo coo coo?

……

Is there something wrong?

Harry wanted to ask, but Moon just said "Follow me" and walked up first.In desperation, Harry could only stare at his big emerald green eyes and follow Munn step by step.He could not stop beating the drum in his heart - he still remembered that on September [-], Munn told him that no matter what abnormal situation he encountered this semester, he should tell Munn immediately.

Now this...should be considered a big abnormal situation, right?

As a result, after 3 minute——

"Hedwig?! Are you talking?!" Harry's eyes widened even more. He looked at Hedwig flapping her wings in horror, and then looked at Hedwig who had finished sending the letter and was standing at the door. Moon nodded at him, "Is it really Hedwig talking to me?!"

"Otherwise, could it be that I'm talking to you dressed as Hedwig?" Moon curled his lips, "I'm not that bored yet."

He dusted off the fine feather crumbs on his clothes, and then raised his hand to Harry, "Okay, you two can communicate slowly. After chatting, you can just leave. This spell is time-limited. After a while, you can I can’t understand the hoots of Hedwig and other owls, so be careful to control your time and don’t chat for too long.”

Seeing Moon's figure slowly disappearing from the door, Harry didn't feel that his shock had been alleviated at all - Good guy, it turns out that not only Hedwig can talk to him, but also those other owls?

He turned his head and glanced at the owls surrounding him, and awkwardly and hesitantly raised his hand to wave to the owls.

"……Hi?"

The next second, noisy greetings came immediately, making Harry want to plug his ears.But he thought about it carefully and felt that this seemed a bit impolite, so he stopped his arm that was about to be raised and tried to force a stiff smile on his face.

So, just like that, the chat meeting between one person and dozens or hundreds of owls officially began.

Although 99% of the owls among them were not willing to talk to Harry seriously, Harry still felt that his pressure level was rising.

…………

On Saturday, except for a few members of the Quidditch team who were eager to start training for the first time, and Violet, who was temporarily dragged by Professor Sprout to draw an album, the remaining members of the school newspaper office gathered as usual. Together, start preparing for the manuscript that will be published next Monday.

"I knew it--" Nash let out a long sigh. "-Why don't we write the manuscript about Lockhart and send it out? I went through more than a dozen submissions, and most of them were like this. About Lockhart, and it's all gossip that's obviously made up. Look, here's someone writing, 'Lockhart is not actually Gilderoy Lockhart, but a man who relies on him every day. The big liar who drinks Polyjuice Potion to keep up his looks. Oh my god, these people are going crazy."

Garr raised his hand in joy, "Ha, I have one here too. Just now, I saw a gossip article, which said that Lockhart is a murderer and likes to go out and kill Muggles at midnight. It even has a pattern. Like this, if I hadn't seen with my own eyes that Lockhart couldn't even deal with a group of Cornish elves, I would have almost believed it."

While finishing the manuscript about "Mandrake" in his hand, Moon smiled and shook his head, "Don't worry, put all the gossip about Lockhart aside. Wait until this week is over. , everyone will shift their attention elsewhere.”

"Okay..." Nash put aside the pile of fake gossip about Lockhart that he specially picked out, and then took out another piece of parchment. "Here is also a gossip submission from the Fat Monk, saying that he He was startled when he heard a girl sobbing in the corridor in the middle of the night on Thursday night."

Yaerlin, who was preparing another manuscript, couldn't help laughing when he heard this. "The fat monk is getting less and less courageous. I remember that he was not like this two years ago."

"Forgive him." Demi shook her head with some sympathy. "I heard that he somehow provoked Bloody Barrow a few days ago, and ended up being repaired by Bloody Barrow. He probably hasn't calmed down yet. "

After hearing this, the little wizards stopped discussing the fat monk's increasingly timid courage. Instead, they quickly changed the subject and speculated on the gossip provided by the fat monk.

Gal felt that the fat monk was probably caught in Peeves' prank, and Demi also expressed support for this theory; Nash felt that the cries were probably made by students who slipped out of the dormitory in the middle of the night, but he couldn't say that himself. I understand why there are students crying in the corridor in the middle of the night.

Unlike the three of them, Doreen thought that the cry should come from another ghost in the school, such as Myrtle, or one of the other female ghosts who were always prone to tears.After all, not only the fat monks, but also little wizards like them can often hear the cries of those ghosts in the corridor.To be honest, those ghosts cry "day and night".

In the end, Doreen's seemingly reasonable inference was unanimously recognized by everyone.

Except for Moon, he was still checking the manuscript he had just finished.

There is no doubt that this gives Gal a little hope. Although his statement is only supported by Demi, if he can get Moon to agree with his statement, the gain will also be great - if nothing else, at least in In the school newspaper office, Moon's voice is well deserved.

So he immediately came to Moon's desk with the manuscript and said, "Hey, Moon, what do you think is going on?"

"Hmm..." Moon answered, "I don't know."

Hearing this obvious prevarication, Gal's mouth immediately curled up, and he even had a strong sense of Lu Yu when he opened his mouth: "Really? I don't believe it."

"..." Moon reluctantly put down the manuscript, spread his hands and said: "Actually, there is nothing to discuss about this matter. How long has the fat monk been in the castle? Which ghost or portrait in the castle has he not seen? ? How could he not hear the cries of other ghosts and portraits? Therefore, the cries were either a prank by Peeves or a student sneaking into the corridor, which were the two most likely possibilities. .”

Although he did not get clear support, at least Munn's words helped him get rid of the most influential competitor. Garr almost immediately gave Munn a thumbs up, and then looked at the others, wanting to wait for them to rejoin the team.

At this moment, Anthony asked curiously: "Is that the fat monk's nonsense? After all, the gossip section never requires authenticity. Not many people will submit some nonsense to our school newspaper just for fun. Any gossip?"

This time, before Moon could answer, Doreen took the initiative to give an explanation, "No, the fat monk has also delivered gossip two or three times before. Although most of them are not particularly interesting, they are always things that really happened - —We also discussed whether the fat monk didn’t quite understand the meaning of the ‘Gossip’ section because of this.”

"So, is it possible that a girl really slipped out of the student dormitory in the middle of the night?" Anthony rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "In that case, I guess it must be a Gryffindor student. After all, girls from other colleges generally don't It would be so 'bold'."

As soon as he finished speaking, Doreen immediately picked up the ball at hand and threw it towards Anthony.Anthony turned sideways to hide. Unexpectedly, his movements were too large, and he knocked down the table in front of him, and his whole body fell to the ground.

Bursts of laughter ensued, and in a blink of an eye, the entire school newspaper office became a mess.

Seeing his friends quarreling in the office, Moon stopped reviewing the manuscript for a moment, and simply began to think about it in his mind while admiring the heroic appearance of his friends.

Judging from the current situation, I am afraid that Lucius Malfoy may have stuffed Voldemort's diary into Hogwarts, and the unlucky guy who was bewitched by Voldemort's diary is probably still a girl.If nothing unexpected happens, this is probably the case - whether it is the strong premonition in the divination class this Monday or the cry heard by the fat monk in the middle of the night, it seems to point to this point.

So, the question now is, who is this unlucky guy?

Moon glanced down at the velvet bag at his waist and already had a plan in mind.

For him, it was not difficult to find the unlucky guy, after all, the Marauder's Map was now lying in his velvet bag.

The more important question now is when Professor Dumbledore will come back.

He just looked at the Marauder's Map last night, but he searched the whole school and couldn't find Professor Dumbledore...

When his thoughts came here, Moon was suddenly stunned.

The problem lies here. He has been looking at the Marauder's Map almost two or three times every night for this week, looking for Professor Dumbledore's name across the entire Hogwarts campus, which naturally included Thursday night.

However, he had seen Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick patrolling the castle on that map, he had also seen Fred and George sneaking back to the Gryffindor common room in the middle of the night, and even Mr. Filch was seen circling Mrs. Norris in the corridor - but unfortunately, he never saw anyone else in the school corridor after curfew.

It couldn't be such a coincidence that he missed the person who was bewitched by the diary every time, right?

Moon quickly thought that perhaps, just like Professor Dumbledore, he could get rid of the prying eyes of the Marauder's Map at will when he didn't want to.Perhaps Voldemort has a similar ability, and when he controls the actions of the bewitched person, he can block the sight of the Marauder's Map.

But the next moment, this idea was immediately abandoned by him.Because Voldemort didn't know that there was such a thing as the Marauder's Map in the world, there was no reason for him to hide himself in such a coincidental way.

Eliminating all possibilities, the only possibility left at this time is that the diary may have arrived at Hogwarts, but it has not really been effective yet.

In other words, what the fat monk heard... was really not the voice of the little wizard who sneaked out?

Or is it really such a coincidence that the person who got Voldemort's diary just avoided his gaze every time?

Moon sighed speechlessly, but in the middle of his sigh, the small ball that Doreen threw at Anthony suddenly made a graceful parabola and hit Moon directly on the head.

"Boom-"

There was also a pleasant muffled sound.

Moon stiffened, then raised his head fiercely, "Ha! Look at me thinking quietly here, making you lawless guys jealous, right? Rua! I'm going to kill you!"

Although that was what he shouted, Moon swore that he didn't even lift his arm.However, the other little wizards immediately screamed and quickly escaped from the school newspaper office.

It was as if Moon couldn't see the bright smiles on their faces.

Tsk, just skip work, you have to do it like this.

Moon curled his lips and recalled the ball on the ground with his fingers. All the heavy and messy thoughts in his mind seemed to be cleared away.

What are you thinking about? Anyway, if Voldemort wants to summon the Basilisk, he must first control the unlucky guy to kill the chicken - as long as this happens, he will definitely be able to catch that person with the Marauder's Map.

So for now, let’s finish reviewing the manuscript for next Monday.

The young man stretched his waist and once again focused his energy on the parchment in front of him.

At the same time, the haggard-looking Professor Trelawney could no longer endure the high-intensity consumption and collapsed on the card table.

He looked like a poker player who had stayed up for days and nights.

She struggled to raise her arms, lifted up the last card in front of her, and then fell into a daze.

Three seconds later, the professor fainted completely.

In fact, although Professor Trelawney is not - and cannot be - a "card player", she has indeed stayed up for several days and nights.In the past few days from Monday to Saturday, she slept less than four hours a day. During the rest of the time, except for classes, she basically used tarot cards, crystal balls, tea leaves, or astrology again and again. Divination.

Fortunately, all this effort was not in vain.

Despite so many divination attempts, she always came up with completely unsatisfactory, specious and completely different results.But in the end, relying on enough results, she found some patterns and judged some things.

For Professor Trelawney herself, this is something that makes her very proud.

You know, it's not like she hasn't done this before, but at those times, the results she could get were not only specious, but also completely devoid of any rules at all, no matter how many methods she tried and how many times she tried.

Only on rare occasions can she have real confidence and have no doubts about her single divination result.

And often after drinking too much alcohol.

In the narrow and dark office, except for the quietly burning candles and the crystal ball that refracted beautiful light, nothing seemed to be moving anymore.Tarot cards that have been messed up, tea cans that are more than half empty, dream catchers hanging from the ceiling and crooked branches...

Everything, including Professor Trelawney, was silent.

However, after an unknown period of time, Professor Trelawney suddenly sat up suddenly. Thick white clouds appeared in her eyes, and her voice became extremely hoarse, as if she was suffocating.

Just like that, in the office where she was the only one, Professor Trelawney, whose appearance had changed, struggled and said: "The Dark Lord... will eventually die at the hands of the Dark Lord... he is the successor... They are also tit-for-tat enemies!!!”

Chapter 19 Dumbledore Returns

At first, when Moon said, "Everyone will turn their attention away from Lockhart next week," the little wizards in the school newspaper office didn't pay attention, thinking that this was probably just Moon's excuse.

However, on Wednesday morning, Mr. Filch suddenly nailed a notice, and a standing sign was also placed at the door of the auditorium.The information published on it immediately made everyone in the school newspaper office realize that Moon was not just talking casually, but had "premeditated it".

"Starting from this weekend, a new duel club will be officially established. Registration time: this Sunday. Registration location: the abandoned large classroom on the fifth floor of the castle."

In fact, the two announcements, which contained exactly the same content and did not have many words in total, not only successfully diverted everyone's attention, but even caused quite a stir in Hogwarts, less than half a month after they were issued. Within an hour, it became the top trending event in Hogwarts' "Hot Search List" (if it really existed).

"Have you heard? The school is going to open a duel club?" In the auditorium during lunch time, a young wizard said vaguely while chewing steak: "I always thought the school club was a bit boring, but it's better this time. , finally something fun.”

"I wonder if there will be professors or seniors who will teach us the secrets of dueling."

"Maybe Professor Flitwick will come! I heard he was a dueling champion before!"

"Hmm... do you think it's possible that Professor Dumbledore will come to teach us how to duel?"

"If the professor doesn't come, then I think Moon would be a very reliable coach."

"No, I still hope to see Professor Lockhart in the dueling club! He is so powerful -" the Gryffindor girl who spoke said with a smile, "Maybe he can contribute a lot of fun."

Then, there was an exaggerated laughter immediately from the Gryffindor table.

At the same time, on Hufflepuff's long table, a dozen young wizards had surrounded Moon, staring at him eagerly.

There was no way. Moon just said last Saturday that everyone's attention would be diverted, and then, on Wednesday, the shift really happened.

It's hard not to think that he has some inside information.

"Yes, I do have inside information." Moon admitted this frankly without any hesitation. "But if you don't let me finish the meal first, how can I tell you? I have been in class all morning. , I’m almost fainting from hunger right now.”

"If you don't tell me honestly, you still want to eat?!" Gal said in a shocked voice, opened his arms, grabbed Munn's neck from behind, and gave Munn a 'strong man locking the man' move." Say it quickly, otherwise we will join you on a hunger strike at noon today!"

Photographed by Gal's persecution and the 'ferocious' gazes of all his classmates, Munn honestly raised his hands and surrendered, choosing to surrender, "I said yes, but what do you want to know?"

"Are there any requirements to join the club?" This was the question asked by Milton, who had the worst grades. It was relatively... unpretentious.

Unlike Milton, Kelly was more concerned about whether a professor would come over for guidance. Cedric, who was more ambitious, asked if there were any new spells to learn - this question was unanimously condemned by many young wizards. But they were soon suppressed back by more little wizards.

In short, a series of messy questions were spewed out of the mouths of the little wizards. It was indeed a bit noisy, but if you sum it up carefully, the meanings are actually similar, and there is not much difference.

"There are, there are, there are all. There are professors, there are new spells, and of course, there are requirements to join, and they are mandatory requirements. As for who is the president of the club..." Moon raised his hand and pushed away the one that Gar was restraining him. arm, and said with a smile: "I have told you so much inside information, who else do you think the club president can be?"

Theoretically, this should be more exciting news for everyone, but after hearing that Munn was the chairman of the Duel Club, the little wizards didn't seem to feel anything at all - as if this was a matter of course. .

It's just that this "not excited" is relative to the former, actually...

Everyone has once again begun to rush to reserve a place to join from Moon and ask for more relevant news.

…………

On Thursday night, Professor Flitwick found Moon and took him with him to clean the large classroom on the fifth floor of the castle approved by Professor McGonagall.Some training dummies and stepped benches were made out of old garbage, tables, chairs, and metal.Then I expressed a lot of emotion inside, feeling that I wanted to make this new duel club bigger and stronger and create greater glory.

Originally, according to Professor Flitwick's wishes, he wanted to build a small Roman Colosseum here. Moon broke into a cold sweat after hearing this.If he really followed Professor Flitwick and was later seen by Professor McGonagall, this new dueling club would probably be in danger again.

In short, when they separated, the two of them decided to come back here on Saturday for final confirmation. The club would officially start recruiting new members on Sunday, and then they would leave separately.

So, throughout the whole day of Friday, Moon was almost thinking about how to arrange his time this weekend.

Although he has finished most of his homework this week in advance, not all of it is after all.The remaining homework is a foot-long Defense Against the Dark Arts essay assigned by Remus. The title is to discuss the similarities and differences between werewolves and vampires. It is intended to help everyone review the key learning content of the previous semester; another It was a two-foot-long paper on the origins of the goblin rebellion.

The two together add up to a total of three feet.

For an entire weekend, this may not seem like a lot of homework.But suppose that this weekend he has to take time to do the initial work of the duel club, and also prepares the manuscript writing, approval, proofreading and typesetting work of the school newspaper office.

Then these short two days were obviously not enough.

Of course, what made matters worse was that when he hurried to the school newspaper office after class on Friday night, an unknown person placed a piece of paper on his desk, which read: