days at Hogwarts

Chapter 236

The list of members of the Animagus teaching class and the distorted report of the Daily Prophet were like depth bombs, causing huge waves in the young wizard community.

The auditorium was very noisy at dinner, and the two events were discussed at every long table in the house.

"The Daily Prophet should have attacked this a long time ago. My guess is that Dumbledore wanted to become Minister of Magic and the school was planning these things. My dad told me that they planned to push for new education orders from the Ministry of Magic. Just watch, he'll be kicked out of Hogwarts soon."

Marcus Flint spoke loudly at the Slytherin table, "We should change to a pureblood headmaster. A decent headmaster will never let idiots like Mudbloods enter the school."

Not far away, Draco swallowed the beef expressionlessly. Apart from disdain, he even felt a little ridiculous... If Marcus was really so courageous, he wouldn't deliberately suppress his voice so that only a few people around him could hear it. .

Sitting on Draco's right was Goyle. It had been a few months since the new semester began, and Goyle seemed to have adapted to the days without Crabbe.He found a new friend - Pike Selwyn, who was also from a pure-blood family, also had poor grades, and also wanted to please Malfoy. He took over Crabbe's position with almost no obstacles.

It's just that he is different from Crabbe. He is a thin man, with a body shape that is barely enough to be considered normal, and even a little smaller than his peers.

They formed a new Malfoy gang, and Draco was not opposed to it. He couldn't always be alone and behave in a special way.Occasionally following the wishes of Goyle and Selwyn and saying a few words about pure-blood supremacy can help him integrate into the Slytherin group.

"Remember Vincent? I heard some news about him." Theodore Nott suddenly came over to talk to them.

Theodore Nott was also from a pure-blood family and had known Draco since they were children. They maintained a friendly relationship.It's just that Nott didn't have to please Malfoy, nor did he join their little gang. Nott was very good at potions and always kept to himself.But he occasionally joins them in taunting Muggles and half-blood wizards.

"Let me know if you have any news." Draco took the napkin and wiped his mouth casually.

"I peeked at the letters between my father and my uncle abroad. He works in Ilvermorny. The letter said that Ilvermorny received a special transfer application, a student named Pierre Crabbe." Nott was mysterious. Said Xixi.

Goyle didn't react and scratched his head stupidly: "Although his surname is Crabbe, what does this have to do with Vincent?"

"Are you stupid?" Selwyn patted Gower on the shoulder, his tone a little excited, "Vincent must have changed his name."

No one will keep the news that is said at the dinner table secret. When the people next to them hear it, they will turn around and tell the next person. The news spreads very quickly.

After dinner and returning to the Gryffindor common room, Loren quickly heard about this from Seamus.

"The Ministry of Magic acquitted him so easily?" Harry clenched his fists angrily, and the anger in his heart caused inexplicable violence to rise in his mind, confusing his mind.

"Actually, it might not be easy." Loren muttered. Seeing everyone around him looking at him in confusion, Loren explained,

"Remember the Malfoy family's donation to the Ministry of Magic? The Crabbe family must have paid a heavy price this time. They also spent money to buy out St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries and donated a large sum of money to the hospital. They must have paid a lot of money this time." They also bribed therapists. They spent money to incite public opinion in the Daily Prophet, but the trial was over before news of it came out, which shows that they also spent money to control the judges and recorders."

Listening to these unknown contents, Hermione vaguely felt that some barrier in her mind had been broken, as if she had witnessed a deeper existence.At the same time, it is incredible, my mind is more open, and I have a different view on many things.

Seeing Hermione's eyes flickering and changing, Loren was determined to tell her more similar content.Her heart is beautiful, but she cannot assume that others are as beautiful as she is. A correct understanding of the dark side of the human heart will help her find her own way.

"Despicable pure-blooded rich man!" Seamus and Dean spat harshly.

Harry was so angry that he couldn't suppress the violent emotions in his heart, and kicked hard towards the single sofa where Ron was sitting.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Ron stuck his head out while holding the newspaper, "Although I am a pureblood, our family doesn't have much money, and Weasley is not Crabbe."

Loren frowned slightly, Harry's behavior was a bit abnormal.

Harry reacted, let out a long breath, and relaxed his tight nerves: "I'm sorry Ron, I, I just thought that we were almost killed by a basilisk that day, but Crabbe didn't get any punishment... I was so angry. ”

Loren's ear was suddenly flicked. He turned around in pain and looked at Hermione in shock: "Why did you hit me all of a sudden?"

Hermione snorted and turned her head away, ignoring him... It was nothing, she just couldn't hold back after hearing the basilisk.

"Oh, you made the first move, are you still right?" Loren refused to give up, and reached out to flick Hermione's ears.

Hermione grabbed his wrist with her backhand and pressed his hands to both sides of his head. The two of them started wrestling on the sofa and soon became tangled up in the fabric.

I couldn't even see it... Ron shook the newspaper in his hand and stopped the two of them in disgust: "Stop fighting, let's take a look at this first!"

Loren and Hermione sat up with blushing faces, one body apart, sitting upright.Both of them were muttering in their hearts, why did they get into a fight out of nowhere?

No matter what, it's his/her fault.

Loren coughed: "We have read everything in the newspaper."

"Did you notice this sentence?" Ron read to them. "Our special correspondent Rita Skeeter will continue to report for you!"

Loren and Hermione came to their senses and started thinking.

Harry was a little slow and asked doubtfully: "Is there anything special about this sentence?"

"She has read the files and reports of the Ministry of Magic. She must have interviewed all the residents of Godric's Hollow. Where else can she go to dig up news and continue reporting?" Ron stretched out the newspaper, and the paper vibrated and clattered. A crashing sound.

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief: "You mean-"

"Hogwarts," Hermione said calmly, "There's only Hogwarts."

"Except for the professors at the school, the four of us who have been exposed to the secret chamber and the basilisk are us. She may contact us and get information from us."

Loren's words made them vigilant, and the four of them found a place to discuss carefully about Rita Skeeter.

"As you can see from this report, she is good at using words to move people's hearts. Watch here,"

Loren pointed to the part that introduced Dumbledore's childhood experience and family environment, then pointed to the section of correspondence between Dumbledore and the famous magic master, and said softly, "Put two completely unrelated things together. It makes people mistakenly believe that there is a causal relationship between the two. Through weaving and splicing, readers can mistake the partial truth they see for the whole truth, and put what they want to express behind the text to guide readers to draw their own conclusions."

Loren concluded: "It would be best if we didn't talk to her because anything would be twisted into a story about her."

Harry clicked his tongue, shocked that a report had so many twists and turns.

"It feels more confusing to guide readers to draw their own conclusions than to tell them directly..." Ron muttered quietly, his heart beating a little faster.

Originally, he was a little complacent at guessing Rita's actions, but now he was no longer complacent, and felt a little excited in his heart.Through Loren's words, he seemed to see an advanced way to play chess. In addition to guessing the opponent's chess, he could also guide the opponent to play chess according to his own ideas.

<divclass="contentadv">Hermione thought of many things, including the philosophical and social books that Monica asked her to read.The guidance of public opinion, mass psychology, political power and...

Many things were floating vaguely in her mind. At a young age, she could not sort them out clearly, but many concepts that were once vague seemed to have concrete entities.

The world and society are like a big web, and Hermione felt like she touched some intertwined nodes.

"Don't mention the news about the secret chamber and the basilisk recently." Loren reminded, "Invisibility cloak, disembodiment spell, or other things... This is a magical world, maybe some magic can make her hear us conversation.”

"Does it need to be done to this extent?"

Harry asked hesitantly. Sirius occasionally talked to him about the basilisk... but the three friends all stared at him with oppressive eyes. Harry finally nodded in agreement...

It was late at night, and Harry was tossing and turning on the four-poster bed, unable to fall asleep. What happened today was replayed over and over in his mind.

Harry sadly discovered that he seemed to have a tragic barrier with his three friends, and he could no longer keep up with their thoughts.

……

"You can't use the Portkey or Apparition. Teleportation will leave traces."

"What should I do?"

"Fly over."

"Are you kidding me? Flying from England to America, across the Atlantic?"

"..."

The arguments in his ears were a little noisy, and it took Harry some time to find his own consciousness in his hazy mind. It took Harry some time to realize that he was Harry, because the perspective in front of him was indeed a bit different from Harry Potter's usual perspective.

He seemed to be resting on someone's chest, possibly a baby being held in his arms. Looking up at the adults around him from this angle, these neatly dressed people with pureblood family emblems embroidered on their collars all looked too tall.

Then there was a burst of clouds and mist that obscured his vision... Because this was flying over the sea, this reason suddenly came to Harry's mind.

His mind was like a mess filled with Neville's potion.He couldn't take the initiative to think, and he didn't realize that he couldn't take the initiative to think. He looked at everything in front of him as if in a dream, and could only wait for the thoughts to come out of his mind on their own.

The scenery changed and they seemed to be somewhere.It was a very, very high mountain, and they reached the top in a strange way.

On the mist-shrouded mountain, a majestic castle appeared in outline, with two huge statues placed at the main entrance.There are strange-shaped emblems carved on the stone platform at the foot of the statue.

There were four animals engraved on the top, bottom, left and right sides of the badge. The top one was a big bird spreading its wings, the left and right were a horned water snake and a goblin. The bottom animal looked like a rabbit. Harry looked carefully. When I looked, I realized it was a leopard cat.

Then, all the vision in front of him went dark.

Harry didn't get the information, but he just understood that this was to avoid some powerful detection magic.

He didn't know how long it took, but he suddenly heard a man's voice. The voice sounded timid and scared, but also filled with the joy of claiming credit.

"It's done! Master, I finally made it!"

Harry's eyes lit up. It was a closed room, completely dark, with only a handheld lamp dimly lighting up.

There was a short, fat man in front of him with a respectful posture. He couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see a bottle of potion handed to him.

The perspective changed, and Harry felt like he was floating up. He followed the perspective and looked back... Harry's heart was shaken, and his stiff and dizzy mind suddenly started to spin.

It's Crabbe!

His eyes were dull, and everything only made his eyeballs move slightly, as if he was controlled by something.

It was the Imperius Curse, Harry knew it naturally.

A hoarse, unpleasant voice squeezed out some joy, "Finally... it's finally done! My decision is right, Wormtail. Although you are a bad wizard, you are indeed a sound servant and can still take care of me." Act on command. This would allow me to have a simple, debilitated body in which I could inhabit and await the repeated ingredients required for true rebirth."

"Yes - yes, Master, Wormtail was rescued by you, and this is what I should do." The first voice said nervously, "According to your instructions, unicorn blood and basilisk venom were mixed into a mixture of A dose of medicine.”

The perspective zoomed in quickly, and Harry felt like he was floating into the potion bottle.The gurgling sound indicated that he was boiling violently...

After an unknown amount of time, the reaction stopped, and the first thing Harry saw was the ceiling.It wasn't until Wormtail picked him up and placed him in a swaddle that Harry realized that he had really become a baby.

From wandering ghost to baby.

Wormtail's timidity and fear became more obvious. He said tremblingly: "I have prepared some food in the bottle. Master, if you are hungry, I can feed you some."

"Yeah." A voice as cold as the cold wind came out of his throat.

Wormtail respectfully finished the feeding and then put the baby down. After doing all this, he summoned up the courage to ask: "Master, can I ask how long we will stay here?"

"It's not sure yet, maybe a few months, maybe even longer." The chilly voice said, "Don't worry, Wormtail, I will let you return to Hogwarts at the beginning of the next school year."

The short, fat, middle-aged wizard knelt down in an instant, with tears and snot flowing down his face. He choked and said, "No, please, Master, don't send me back to Hogwarts...Master...Master..."

The cold voice said lazily: "Don't worry, Voldemort will not let an obedient servant die. I still need to plan this matter carefully..."

On the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, Harry suddenly woke up from his dream.