The Druid Master of Hogwarts - Chapter 651

Fish and Hermione are back in the Gryffindor common room one step behind the others, the twins are peddling their new product, and they’ve been updated with three new symptoms of escaping candy.

The younger students gathered around the twins, and the older students gathered together and whispered about the experience of the Patronus Charm they were learning today.

Only the fifth graders are still rushing homework sadly… Not only did the schoolwork not decrease after the holidays, but it actually increased.

“Harry hasn’t come back yet meow?”

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Fish looked left and right, but didn’t see Harry.

As soon as his voice fell, the sound of the portrait moving and a rustling crawling sound came from the portrait hole behind him.

Then, a lethargic Harry stuck his head out of the hole.

“Harry, how is the tutoring, meow?”

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Fish patted him with a tranquilizer technique and asked.

Harry smiled gratefully at him before replying in a dry voice, “It’s the same as usual, the content is the same, and of course Snape’s attitude towards me is the same as always.”

He shrugged, because there were other people next to him, so he didn’t say it too clearly, but Hermione and others understood it, and Fish had long known how Snape would teach.

When all the interesting people left, Harry mysteriously dragged Ron to a remote corner, and the curious Fish naturally also dragged Hermione to follow him.

“In advance, I didn’t intend to explore it, I just realized it suddenly…” Harry glanced around and whispered: “I know that for the past few months, the dream of my dream Where the **** is that corridor, Ron your dad was bitten by Voldemort’s snake there too…”

“Is it the mysterious affairs secretary?”

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Just when Harry wanted to share his findings, Fish, who was beside him, suddenly interjected.

Harry instantly felt how Sirius felt back then…

“How did you know that?” Harry looked at the cat dejectedly.

“In the ward of Frank and Alice, there is a man named Broderick Bird, the one who thinks he is a teapot, and he is the silent man of the Department of Mysteries…”

When Fish said this, Harry and Ron immediately had the impression that they went to see Mr. Wesley in St. Mungo’s, and when they were queuing in the lobby, they met an old man with a hearing aid who was visiting Mr. Bird.

Mao Mao shook his ears and continued: “After Fish cured him, he told Tonks that he was attacked by Death Eaters to become like this… Didn’t you hear meow at the time?”

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Harry and Ron looked at the cat without a word, but they didn’t have a pair of cat ears on top of their heads.

At this time, Hermione habitually began to preach: “So Harry, you don’t need to care about this matter at all, Dumbledore and the others already knew what Voldemort was longing for, and they were prepared for it… …Hey! What’s your expression?!”

Just as she was talking, she saw Harry suddenly covering his forehead, his facial features twisted and twisted together, as if his words made him very painful.

However, Harry didn’t have the time to pay attention to Hermione’s questioning at this time, and the crazy laughter echoed in his ears… He hadn’t been so happy in a long time… elated, ecstatic, overwhelmed… A big good thing happened. …

Get rid of distractions! Don’t think about anything!

Harry struggled to fight the sudden joy, but there was still a chuckle of laughter from his teeth.

At this moment, a cool feeling entered Harry’s brain, which lifted his spirits, and even the scar on his forehead became less painful.

It’s Fish’s stabilization technique.

Harry, who had felt it many times, finally resisted the emotion from Voldemort with this coolness.

“Hu…hu…hu…” He lay on the table sweating profusely, panting violently.

“Harry, are you okay, meow?”

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Fischer patted him a tranquilizer again and asked with concern.

“Thank you, Fish…” Harry thanked, then sat up straight. “He’s glad… glad…”

“You-Know-Who?” Ron asked in horror.

Harry nodded and whispered, “A good thing has happened, something he’s been waiting for.”

“Could it be that he got the thing behind that door?” Hermione asked worriedly, covering her mouth.

“I don’t know…” Harry shook his head.

The question was answered the next day. After Hermione’s “Daily Prophet” was delivered, she opened the newspaper and read the front page first, and suddenly screamed, and everyone around looked at her.

“What’s wrong, meow?” Feixu asked, leaning over his head.

She spread the newspaper out on the table and pointed to the ten black-and-white photos that filled the front page, the faces of nine wizards and a witch, some silently laughing, some arrogantly tapping their fingers on the sides of their pictures. Each photo is staked with a name and a crime for being imprisoned in Azkaban.

Then, unsurprisingly, the Ministry of Magic still did not acknowledge the return of Voldemort, but instead pinned the reasons for the escape of the ten Death Eaters to Sirius.

“I think I know what he was happy about last night…” said Ron pale.

Neville’s simple and honest face was already covered with frost at this time, and no one had ever seen him show such a terrifying expression.

“Prewett…”

Fred looked at the newspapers that the Death Eater named Antonin Dolohov had murdered brothers Gideon and Fabian Prewett.

“George, if I remember correctly, these two should be our uncles.” He asked in a deep voice.

George nodded sullenly, but did not speak.

Ron and Ginny had surprised expressions on their faces. When the Prewett brothers were killed, Ron had just been born, and Ginny had just been conceived. In addition, it was difficult for Mrs. Weasley to accept this. In the past, they rarely mentioned their deceased brother, so the two of them had no impression of their uncle at all.

In fact, Fred and George, who were babies at the time, had no memory of the Prewett brothers, and they still heard it from the mouths of Bill and others.

In Hogwarts, few people read the Daily Prophet like Hermione did every day, especially after Umbridge came. Spreading out from Gryffindor’s side~www.mtlnovel.com~ the entire Great Hall became noisy.

In addition to Longbottom and Wes Lai’s house, many of the other students’ relatives and friends were killed by these Death Eaters. They who believed that Voldemort had returned were even more panicked at this time. The inaction of the Ministry of Magic expressed strong dissatisfaction.

On the teacher’s long table, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were talking closely, and both of them had extremely serious faces. Professor Sprout leaned the Daily Prophet against the jar of ketchup and read the first edition intently, his spoon in the air, unaware that the egg yolk dripped onto his leg.

At the other end of the table, Umbridge was gulps of cereal, frowning and glancing viciously at Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall from time to time. After hearing the voices from the students, Umbridge stared at her toad eyes, and silently wrote down those students who expressed dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic.

“Fish,” Hermione whispered, leaning into Cat’s ear amid the noisy discussion, “Can you help me get in touch with Rita Skeeter?”

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