Journey through the Worlds from the Wilderness

Chapter 408
The afternoon at Hogwarts was the same as in the past. The gloomy sky was leaden gray, and thick cumulus clouds blocked the brilliance of the sun, imposing a heavy atmosphere on the earth.

Slytherin House was closed for some reason, and students were restricted to activities in limited areas such as the dormitory activity room. It was vaguely carrying out some kind of investigation. Since this was an order from the Ministry of Magic, even as a Slytherin House The headmaster's new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Severus Snape looked into the eyes of the Auror in charge, but it still failed to get Slytherin House to stop this embarrassing behavior for young wizards.

In fact, whether it is Slytherin or the students of the other three colleges, they all know the root cause of the Ministry of Magic's wanton interference in Hogwarts this time.

The Death Eaters who followed Voldemort may have complicated origins, from all three religions, but for Hogwarts, almost half of them came from Slytherin House, which is famous for its pure blood. High crown and mask incarnate Death Eater genes.

The Slytherins protested, accusing the Ministry of Magic of infringing on their rights, and even some sane ones clamored for revenge, but in the end it didn't cause any major problems.

Compared with Slytherin, other colleges are as usual in the past, but Gryffindor College has no Mr. Savior to make troubles everywhere, so that the courage of the Gryffindor cubs has no place to show.

The Ministry of Magic instructed Hogwarts to be vague about this, after all, Harry Potter has indeed gained a lot of fame in the past few years.

The bleak and strong wind of late autumn blew through the corridors, and the Gryffindor cubs ran past with their textbooks in the bone-piercing cold wind, heading towards the Potions classroom.

Due to the arrest of Dolores Umbridge, who was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts last year, Snape finally got his wish this year and became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Horace Slughorn was invited back by Dumbledore himself.

This Professor Horace Slughorn has a wealth of teaching experience, and countless wizards have grown up under his hands. Even Voldemort, the second-generation dark lord, who is fierce and powerful, was once tortured in his youth. It teaches enlightenment.

He has already reached the age of retirement, and he shouldn't have returned to Hogwarts to teach, but his unique collection habit made him come back here and hold his slug club that only invites outstanding students. Harry Potter from The Prince's Potions Textbook is his favourite.

But compared to other little wizards, he was not very friendly. Although the kind and kind old man never said any harsh and sarcastic words, just being ignored was already irritating.

Therefore, no matter the young wizards in that academy, they were all very excited, especially Harry Potter's "suspended school", who had shined in the Potions class before, provided them with a chance to show their talents.

Of course, Mr. Seamus Finnegan is not included in this category.

The sound of anxious footsteps was blown away by the cold wind in late autumn, and there was only the sound of howling wind in the empty corridor. A ghost poked its head out from the wall, was blown by the wind, shuddered, and shrank back.

Even ghosts are unwilling to come out in such weather.

At this moment, an imperceptible strange atmosphere suddenly descended, and then two figures appeared quietly. In this short moment, there was a kind of strangeness like freezing in the air.

"This is where?"

"You should ask when this is, but we..."

"When is this?"

The crisp voices of boys and girls dissipated in the cold wind. The slightly dull boy was holding a sharp sword, and his ordinary face was still dazed. It was obvious that the bad experience of the blurred and receding objects in his eyes and the noise in his ears like a drum had not come back to him. Come on, realize your current situation.

Hermione pouted and stomped her feet angrily, "We shouldn't waste time, Ron! We are the only ones who can save Harry!"

"We're back?"

Ron was still asking stupid questions in a daze. Facing this confused and stupid face, Hermione only felt that there was something wrong with her brain, and she would fall in love with this idiot.

"Stop talking nonsense, come with me!"

She took Ron's hand and quickly ran towards the stairs, glanced at the Gryffindor sword in Ron's hand, frowned slightly with her slender eyebrows, then shook her head vigorously to put these messy thoughts behind her.

The mysterious letter signed by Aberforth came to mind, allowing her and Ron to find the legacy left by Dumbledore, that is, the Gryffindor sword in Ron's hand, and the time she hung around her neck Converter, which gave her a chance to start over.

Thinking of the scene where Harry was stabbed through the chest and died tragically at midnight, her heart throbbed endlessly, and she gritted her teeth to hold back, because there was only one chance, and that opponent was extremely fierce and decisive, and once she failed, there would be no chance to do it again Chance!

"The Aurors from the Ministry of Magic will arrive in the evening, and we still have...three hours to prepare."

Hermione checked the time, her delicate pretty face was serious and tense, and she spoke out her plan while walking quickly.

"Since the two of us can't stop that bastard, not to mention there are more than a dozen Aurors, so it is necessary to find helpers. We need to get in touch with the Order of the Phoenix. Only in this way can we expel the disadvantaged!"

However, although the idea was good, it was unrealistic. The message sent using the Order's unique contact information resulted in no news at all.

"How could this be? What should I do?!"

The girl leaned against the wall weakly, and finally couldn't bear to be flustered. The serious expression on her pretty face collapsed, and she was filled with fear and anxiety in an instant, and she choked up and sobbed.

"Perhaps we can ask Professor Snape for help?"

Hearing Ron's hesitant voice, Hermione felt even more irritable when she heard it. She couldn't help but glared with red eyes, and shouted, "Don't you know that poisonous snake hates Harry? I'm afraid he would like to Lee to die!"

Ron's eyes widened when he heard the words, full of panic, and was about to say something, but was interrupted in advance by a cold voice.

"Miss Granger, respect for professors is the most basic courtesy of a student."

A cold yet familiar voice penetrated her ears. Hermione's whole body stiffened and she turned around with eyes wide open.

The tall figure required Hermione to look up. Seeing this man's face, she forced a hard smile on her stiff face and said in a trembling voice: "Sorry, Professor Snape~"

The voice was low and almost weak, but at the same time, he glanced at Ron and gave him a hard look.

"I'm going to remind you..."

Ron looked aggrieved, and glanced at Snape, feeling surprisingly relieved that he had never felt before.

He and Hermione were weak and not strong enough to fight against any Auror, but with Snape's help, maybe...

(End of this chapter)