Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 225: The “tragedy” in the principal’s office

"Hermione, what did she understand?" Harry asked in a low voice looking at the direction where Hermione and Chang Chu disappeared.

Ron looked around the empty space for a while, then said to Harry, "Harry, are you asking me?"

"Of course, is there anyone here besides you and me?" Harry turned his head a little strangely, looking at Ron who was suddenly talking nonsense, "Could it be that I was just talking to you guys until now. Are you not sure whether there is a secret room monster speaking?"

Unexpectedly, Ron nodded and said: "That's not true. After all, your question sounds a little strange, just like your yelling behavior." Hey, less One paragraph! I like it, please collect it: () Zhaishuyuan has the fastest update speed.

"Your question, Harry, you were asking me what Hermione understood." Ron reminded.

"So what?" Harry's expression looked even more confused. Damn, another paragraph is missing! Zhaishuyuan, the fastest update of the latest chapters!

Harry opened his mouth and tried to refute Ron's words.

"Have you finished your potions class homework?" Ron asked first, "How about the history of magic homework? Astronomy? Transfiguration class? Or is it magic spells?"

Harry closed his mouth immediately. Although it is not as exaggerated as Ron said, there are indeed a lot of homework he has completed that need to be referred to Hermione's opinions.

"Nicole May’s true identity, Snape’s defensive checkpoint last year, and this year’s compound decoction, almost all rely on Hermione to be able to complete, otherwise we will always be like two without The flies rushed like a clue, there is no possibility of even touching the result." Ron sighed, "I thought you recognized her position in the three of us a long time ago." Hi, I couldn't see it again. Missing paragraph! Remember for a second, Zhai Shuyuan ().

"Brother, recognize this fact. There is nothing we can do with the two of us alone. And don’t forget, thanks to Hermione, we can walk into the classroom in time every day instead of being too late for being too late. I mistakenly thought it was too much absenteeism and was ordered to drop out of school." Ron said bitterly, "Go to the game, it's getting late, catching the golden snitch on the court is your strength. And I, Just sit in the auditorium and be an honest audience."

Harry also sighed.

"Since Hermione is going to the library, it means that she has found the answer to another question. We just have to wait for the result." Ron said, "It has always been like this, isn't it?"

The two passed through the main entrance of the castle together and walked in the direction of the Quidditch stadium outside.

"But to be honest, there are people like Wright who don't come to watch Quidditch games in order to practice the spell. It really surprised me." Ron's mutter drowned in the crowd. "And Percy. It’s weird that I didn’t see him at the table this morning. He has always acted with a sense of collective honor. It stands to reason that he would never miss a Quidditch match. Moment."

Just before entering the Quidditch Stadium, Harry turned his head and glanced at Hogwarts Castle, which was bathed in sunlight behind him. He was attracted by Ron's series of words just now, so that he completely forgot that the initial point of their speech was when they heard that strange sound.

In the past, every time this sound was heard, there would always be a mysterious attack accompanied by someone.

Who will it be this time?

Harry didn't know and didn't want to guess, but at this moment, almost all the students in the school were watching today's game on the court. He had to force himself to put all his energy back into the game.

Harry took a deep breath. He squeezed the smooth broomstick of the smooth wheel 2000 in his hand and strode towards the locker room of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

At 10:50, two brightly colored red and yellow teams stepped onto the soft lawn amidst loud cheers, applause and whistles.

With a whistle from Mrs. Hooch, the game officially kicked off, and fifteen broomsticks soared into the sky.

……

At the same time, in the principal's office on the eighth floor of the castle.

None of the figures on the paintings of the principals on the wall have opened their eyes, but if you look carefully, you can see that they are not falling asleep, but just listening to the discussion underneath.

"Albus, although I have no intention of questioning your decision, I wonder if your way of inspiring students' vigilance is somewhat, a little too radical?" Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, with a look on his face. Obviously, there is no worry, "Two students and a ghost have been petrified before, I think this is enough."

She quickly looked around the entire principal’s office, and found that the two student prefects still had a proud expression, but from the red earlobes of the two of them, we could still see that the two of them were before Embarrassment and shyness.

The young version of the mysterious person who can't name it. His expression is exactly the same as Professor McGonagall's when he stepped into the office, making people wonder whether he was cast by a petrification spell.

And our principal, Mr., he sat behind his desk with a smile, and didn't speak until Professor McGonagall had finished speaking.

"Minerva, I thought that was enough, but it turned out that it was not enough." Dumbledore said, "Since Mr. Justin and Mr. Nick the ghost were petrified, almost six months have passed. Time. But in only half a year, Hogwarts has returned to its previous slack."

"But we don't need to use such a radical way, right?" Professor McGonagall argued for reasons, "Now is a peaceful age..."

"This is not a peaceful age, Minerva." Dumbledore interrupted Professor McGonagall, "According to my information, Voldemort is about to make a comeback, probably in the last two or three years. "

When the word Voldemort came out of Dumbledore's mouth, Professor McGonagall's face instantly paled.

Percy and Penello lowered their heads abruptly, strongly restraining the instinct of their bodies to tremble, but the two hearts in their chests were still beating frantically at this moment, banging loudly.

Jerry also put away the polite smile that had been hanging on his face, and chilled his face. As smart as him, he had already figured out what kind of relationship is between Voldemort and himself.

"But..." Professor McGonagall glanced at Jerry, meaning it was self-evident.

"Jerry, he is different." Dumbledore said only this sentence, without any other explanation.

After a while~IndoMTL.com~Mr. Weasley, Ms. Clearwater, are you two ready? "Dumbledore asked Percy and Penello, who had been standing quietly on the side.

"Yes! Mr. Headmaster!" Percy raised her head and said loudly.

It’s very rare for ordinary students to get in touch with the principal. Percy thought to himself that even he, the fifth-grade male prefect of Gryffindor, is like that. When dealing with student affairs on weekdays, he usually talks with him. Professor McGonagall dealt with.

Now that Mr. Principal suddenly assigned me a task, I must do my best! Percy gave himself an order, irrevocable and unchangeable.

Penello gave his boyfriend a vague look. The two of them wanted to have a tryst in an empty classroom while the castle was empty. But when he passed the third floor, he suddenly ran into Dumbledore, and was taken directly into the principal's room, where he was also assigned a task.

Penello didn’t think so much like Percy, but facing Dumbledore’s request, almost no student could think of rejection, and Dumbledore also promised that no accidents would happen. .

Thinking of this, Penello also nodded gently.

Dumbledore took out the old magic wand and waved it lightly. A smooth water curtain appeared between him and Percy and Penello out of thin air. The blue light flashing between the water curtains indicated that Dumbledore had just performed it. It is not a simple magic that summons Shimizu.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Percy and Penello one last time, then walked quickly out of the principal's room and waited at the door.

"Jerry." Dumbledore said.

Jerry picked up the snake stick and aimed it at the eyes of the emerald green snake on the stick body, and said a low, dumb hissing sound in his mouth.