, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "Look! Neville! Are those Harry and Malfoy?"
Ron, who had just finished his Defense Against the Dark Arts class, was about to rush into the auditorium for a big meal when he spotted two figures walking past in a hurry along the corridor. Ron opened his eyes wide and saw a flash of platinum gold.
"Well... I don't know." Neville shook his head in denial habitually. Then he found that he could answer this question and nodded quickly, "Oh, it seems to be Malfoy and Harry. Do they have no classes in the afternoon?"
"Obviously, they didn't - and they had a great picnic."
He walked past them quickly, holding his head high and looking a little envious, "Harry's craftsmanship is very good - if only we didn't have classes this afternoon!"
"Wait a minute," Ron said in disbelief, "how did you know they had a picnic? Why did Harry have a picnic with Malfoy?!"
"Did you not see the picnic baskets in their hands, or did you not see that Malfoy gave Harry a large bag of desserts this morning? Or do you have to tell you that they are damn friends! I heard Malfoy in Potions class Showing off," he said, throwing his schoolbag hard on the bench, and said coldly to Ron, "He said he would go on a picnic with Harry after class, and Harry would be waiting for him after going to the kitchen. "
Very unkindly - he was the one who was reminded the most today - he opened his mouth and said, "So you know everything, right?! You have to tell everything?" He patted Neville on the shoulder, "Let's go Come on, let’s go eat.”
She glanced at him with a frown, held back, entered the auditorium, took a few slices of bread from the long table, and ran away—instead of staying in the auditorium, it was better to go back to the dormitory, which would make things easier.
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"No, the wand doesn't respond at all." He looked at the tip of his wand in disappointment and slapped the table in annoyance, "Why didn't the person who invented this spell simplify it?"
"...Do you mean that a high-level transformation spell can be lifted by a spell that can be cast by a single year old?" Harry adjusted the glasses on his face, not knowing what to say to him, "I still I think we are overthinking it - that’s your mother’s dog, it can’t be personal, your mother loves you so much,” he emphasized this point, “Do you think she would put danger around you?”
"Have you not read the news?" He took a deep breath and felt like he wanted to throw the book in his hand at the person opposite him. "You have to order a copy of the Daily Prophet for me tomorrow!"
"I was in the United States before, have you forgotten - how did you ask me to subscribe to a British wizarding newspaper?" Harry had to defend himself, "They will complain about my mistreatment of owls!"
"Okay, you damn Yankee who was born in England!" He took out his copy of the Daily Prophet from his schoolbag, threw it on the table as if to vent his anger, and ordered concisely, "Look!"
Harry felt that his expression was so scary that he couldn't resist it, so he had to pick up the newspaper obediently. He almost suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes as soon as he read the beginning.
The new work "Spring in Azkaban" has begun serialization, please pay attention to the serialization section of "Daily Prophet"!
"..." He silently turned the newspaper back to the front, and then looked at the front page again with a serious heart.
Then he finally understood why he was attracting everyone's attention today - it turned out that the group of classmates were not just here to watch the fun, he had really wronged them.
"Sirius bck has escaped from prison, and dementors may soon be stationed in hogwarts to protect the safety of students?!"
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"Actually, I think this is impossible."
W’s seniors were also discussing this issue in the auditorium.
"Dementors are not corgis or huskies, and they cannot communicate with wizards. Who will be responsible if something happens to the students?"
"In addition, Dementors are creatures that rely on instinct to survive - let a group of irrational magical creatures enter the school? Risk that their instincts may attack and harm innocent people? Impossible, the Daily Prophet is really getting worse It’s getting more ridiculous.”
"That is, unless the Minister of Magic wants to receive a dozen letters of complaint—"
"For what crime did Sirius Bck go to jail? Even if Azkaban doesn't have trouble every year, it won't be so mobilizing, right? And why do Dementors want to move into Hogwarts?"
"Shhh - can you please keep your voice down, but don't let Harry hear it? Fortunately, he left early today and didn't see other people's newspapers. Anyway... well, it's considered a legacy of history."
"...but I remember Malfoy was also accused back then, right? In real terms, is it really useful to only worry about bck?"
"...Actually, I'd rather know how he escaped from Azkaban. Is anyone curious?"
Then there was a group of very enthusiastic echoes - they were more interested in the technical issue of 'how to escape from Azkaban' than the seemingly unrealistic big news in the newspaper.
The eavesdropping Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students were extremely disappointed with them - in fact, many people were listening to them quietly, trying to hear something, but the strange thing was that it was clear that they themselves were communicating smoothly. , but the gryffindors cannot understand each other's meaning without finishing a sentence like they can internally.
"Did bck escape to kill harry·r?"
This is the speculation of many people. After all, the newspaper said that he was a follower of the Dark Lord and a vicious Death Eater. So since he escaped from prison and even dementors were about to move into hogwarts, then this criminal's target must be hogwarts.
Who is the most unforgettable person in Hogwarts for Death Eaters? If reporters take a microphone and ask a hundred people this question, a hundred people will answer you - it must be Harry R - the legendary boy who defeated the Dark Lord.
To the Death Eaters, the boy was like a handful of water that extinguished the flame, a hand that knocked over the stew pot. The flag of success was thrown into the sea when it was about to reach the top, and the caterpillar was about to break out of its cocoon and obtain beauty. It was torn to pieces like this.
Of course, this does not mean that the Dark Lord is a symbol of the beauty of life like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon - but from a bright future to Azkaban, not every Death Eater can be calm.
"I guess all the Death Eaters want to kill him." Some gryffindors were communicating with their friends. "Even in my wildest dreams - maybe he covered his scar just for this? If the Death Eaters invade, he can avoid being killed. Recognize and kill him or something."
"Maybe the scar is just healed? There is no photo of the scar in the newspaper. Is it difficult to buy scar removal potion?"
"Oh come on, if I had that scar, I wouldn't go and get it removed - it's a medal!"
"Oh come on, that scar on your face is what ruins it!"
"Hey! What do you mean!"
The boy with soft brown hair clumsily cut the veal on the plate while listening to his red-haired friend chatter away. He lowered his head and did not take the initiative to express his opinions. Occasionally he would say something like 'please give me that plate of fried eggs', but that was all.
Death Eaters, Dark Lord, Revenge, Azkaban, Prison Break.
A few all-too-familiar words.
Death Eaters.
Neville repeated the word in his mind, chewing it like a fried pork chop.
It is like the entrance to a wound paradise. Whenever this word is mentioned, it will cause neville to tremble and feel sad - he rarely hates anyone because he is too timid, but whenever he thinks of 'Death Eaters', He felt that he hated them.
His little uncle always said that the Death Eaters were nothing special, just a bunch of thugs, and looked down upon them. He said contemptuously and proudly that there were people in Germany who were better than them, and he also taught Neville not to be afraid of them. If he encounters them, When it comes to the Death Eaters, just kill them.
But how could he do it. Whenever Neville thinks about this, he shakes his head to himself, feels so sad that he feels like crying, and feels guilty to death - he doesn't even dare to step on a cockroach, but he takes a wand and chants the evil Unforgivable Curse to kill people?
I probably won’t be able to do it in another ten years.
"Hey Neville, what are you doing?" A freshman who is also a gryffindor called him hard, "I just called you several times! Can you pass me the plate of gratin in front of you? ?”
"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Seamus!" Neville woke up from a dream, patted his head, and handed over the plate of food in front of him.
"You must pay attention to your safety recently, Neville," Ron finally had time to think of another rumor. He whispered to Neville with concern, "Look, I heard that some Death Eaters are targeting you. Who Do you know if there is bck in there..."
"No way?" Neville was trembling a little frightened by these words. He thought for a while and shook his head, "They-it's useless for them to kill me. I mean..." His voice slowly lowered, "I can do nothing."
What's the use of killing a little wizard who can't even make clear water like a spring?
"That's possible - Harry·R was only one year old at the time." Seamus said while biting a chicken leg.
"Harry is different." Neville said, "Harry is much better than me."
As if to confirm his statement, he nodded vigorously.
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The person at the center of the topic, Harry, did not put this matter at the top of his goals.
After all, what is in the newspaper is in the newspaper, and the Animagus incident has not yet been confirmed. A dog and a prisoner, even if their names read exactly the same, it would be difficult for Harry to think that they are the same creature. After all, , where in the world can there be so many coincidences? Maybe Malfoy is missing someone when he sees something?
Compared to these things, Harry felt that there were more important things to do————
——Tomorrow he will start his first Potions class. In other words, the hellish class is about to begin.
After saying goodbye for the time being, he came to the door of W's dormitory. The eagle was still waiting there. Harry took a step forward, and it slowly asked a question:
"What should you pay attention to when cutting white phosphorus when making potions?"
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Most of this question could even be answered using basic chemistry. It was extremely simple, so he answered: "Clamp the white phosphorus with silver tweezers and cut it with a ceramic knife underwater, because pure silver will not pollute. It has the properties of medicine, and ceramics will not destroy the magic tissue inside the white phosphorus.”
"Correct, passed."
At this time, most of W's students had returned. What was strange was that when Harry came in, there was no one from other colleges in the library, and the female prefect, R, was surrounded by the girls, holding a A large piece of parchment read something.
"Harry! Come here quickly," Zhang Qiu stood on tiptoes and greeted him happily, "You have been assigned to my group. Please give me more advice in the future."
"What group?" Harry asked.
"W, because there are often people who do research, over time, some study groups are divided internally," Zhang Qiu looked at the form in his hand, "There are five or six groups in total."
"Are they divided according to spells, potions, herbs, transformations, etc.?" Harry found it quite interesting.
"No, they are divided according to treatment, attack, housekeeping, nature, etc.," said Senior Boot. "Qiu seemed to be in the nature department before, right?"
"Yes, the Chinese seem to be good at magic such as changing the weather. Maybe it has been around for too long, and the blood is more in line with nature." Zhang Qiu nodded his head, "But I'm not very interested in this. , coupled with the fact that there are very few existing documents...so we changed the group this year.”
"Let's take a look... Harry Eric Xavier," the female prefect looked at Harry with a smile and shook the parchment in her hand, "Therapeutic team... I guess you like this the most?"
Harry nodded vigorously.
"You are so considerate, senior!" he said sincerely, "I am going to fall in love with you!"
The female prefect winked at him and turned around gracefully: "My pleasure - but, Harry, didn't you go to have dinner today? Go to the laboratory and cook something. The ingredients were just replenished today. , you should be able to make something you like.”
Harry... Harry was shocked by the amount of information contained in this sentence.
"Um... in the laboratory," he stammered, "is there a kitchen?"
Zhang Qiu shrugged:
"Harry, you have to know that there are always people in W who miss their meal time or are too hungry to leave the laboratory."
