Chapter 177 Master Screenwriter

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Harry and Ron were obviously happy about what happened to Malfoy, but their expectations were different. Ron had had enough of Malfoy mocking his family's poverty when he had nothing to do, so he hoped that this would happen even more. It can bankrupt the Malfoy family, so that Malfoy will never be able to show off the family's wealth in front of him in the future.

And Harry's thoughts were very simple. He just wanted Malfoy's parents to be restless because of this, and even be afraid to fly away. In this case, Malfoy would not be able to stay at Hogwarts, and Hagrid's crisis might be solved because of this. Lift.

"It's not that simple, Harry!"

Hermione patted a pile of information on the table related to magical animals hurting people, with a stern expression.

"We all know that Malfoy's father is not an ordinary person. If it weren't for Professor Brain's timely solution to the basilisk and the note left by the mysterious man last semester, Lucius Malfoy would have the ability to control the entire school board. It's possible to really kick Professor Dumbledore out of Hogwarts, but--"

"Professor Dumbledore will not lose to that kind of thing!" Harry said dismissively.

"Listen to me, Harry!"

Hermione glared at the unconvinced Harry and spoke quickly,

"No matter what, we must admit that Lucius Malfoy is a very important figure in the wizarding world. He has a close relationship with many Ministry of Magic officials, including the Minister of Magic. Now, the Malfoy family is in trouble, but he Instead of asking the Ministry of Magic for help, and there was no relevant report in the newspapers, Malfoy came to find Professor Snape!"

"So what, Hermione," ŴŴŴ.

Ron puffed up his cheeks and said a little unhappy,

"Fudge and his gang are greedy politicians. They only became friends with Malfoy's father for the Malfoy family's money. I bet that if they really provoke powerful people, Fudge and his gang will just stand by and watch!"

"The problem is that,"

Provoked, Hermione's yellow pupils shone brightly, she crossed her arms and asked,

"What kind of wizard do you think can make the Minister of Magic fearful, Ron? Do you two think that the person who threatens Lucius Malfoy is Professor Dumbledore?"

"There are many powerful wizards who are not famous,"

Ron took out the silver coin from his pocket and dangled it in front of Hermione's eyes.

"If Malfoy's father offended a wizard of Professor Blaine's level, I think the Ministry of Magic's role would be very limited."

Ron wanted Malfoy to be in bad luck. This desire was so strong that he didn't care much about who threatened Malfoy's parents and what the purpose was. Seeing this, Hermione sensibly shut her mouth. , quietly thinking about why Malfoy would sneak up on Snape?

"Maybe--"

After thinking for a while, Harry's green eyes began to shine, and he said in a hopeful tone,

"Could it be Blake?"

Harry's idea was so outrageous that Hermione and Ron looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

"Think about it, Ron, Hermione,"

But Harry obviously thought he had come up with a guess that was close to the truth, and he said enthusiastically,

"Black escaped from the prison called Azkaban to avenge Voldemort. In order to achieve this goal, he suffered a lot for twelve years and tried every means to slip out from under the noses of the dementors..., he There is no doubt that he wanted to kill me, but when he found his former colleagues, you know who I'm talking about..., he used lies to deceive the world, pretending that he had never followed Voldemort, and was still living a glorious life outside. , I guess he couldn’t bear this tone!

Harry took a breath and said to Ron and Hermione who were still silent while thinking,

"Black probably wanted to come to me first..., but he didn't find a chance. I stayed with Professor Brain during the summer vacation. After entering Hogwarts, he found that he couldn't break through those dementors... .,

So, he turned to Lucius Malfoy and asked him to order Draco Malfoy to find a way to get me out of school...

But Lucius, who was kicked out of the school board by Dumbledore, obviously didn't have the guts to do this, so Black threatened to kill their family if they didn't comply... The report in today's newspaper made Malfoy realize that the Ministry of Magic was using Black There was absolutely no way, so he secretly asked Snape for help--"

"Dude, I just found out--"

As Harry narrated, Ron's mouth gradually opened wide, and he stared at Harry, his expression looking as funny as possible,

"You have obtained the true biography of Lockhart, the great liar, and your level of making up stories is much higher than him!"

Poof!

Ron's statement made Hermione feel both amused and embarrassed at the same time. She glared at Ron bitterly, then turned to Harry who insisted on speaking, and said sympathetically,

"Black has put too much pressure on you, Harry. I think you should go back to your dormitory and get some rest now."

Theoretically speaking, Harry's guess is not impossible, but relying on mere speculation, this is something that can neither be confirmed nor falsified, unless the three of them are going to go to Myrtle's bathroom to make a pot of Polyjuice. The dose comes out!

"By the way,"

The little wizards in the Gryffindor common room had almost dispersed. Ron, who was walking towards the dormitory while breathing heavily, suddenly remembered something. He stopped at the corner of the spiral staircase, frowning in confusion and looking at the girls' dormitory opposite. stairs,

"I feel like we forgot to ask Hermione a question..."

.........

The sun rises and the moon sets, the clouds roll and relax, time passes quietly in fatigue, and the years engrave eternity in plainness.

When the bright and complete bright moon hung on the branches today, it was obviously missing a corner, but the stars embedded in the endless abyss and exuding mysterious magic were still bright. On the high slope, taking advantage of the bright moon and stars, dozens of mouse families I was moving away from Gaopo overnight, for fear that if I took one step at night, I would be 'driven to death' by the lunatic who stayed in that dilapidated house all day long.

Countless pieces of parchment filled with calculations and configuration diagrams became the new floors in the living room and kitchen of the Screaming Shack. In the entrance hall, a trash can that was about as tall as a first-year wizard was filled with mice, frogs, spiders and Mucus made from the corpses of some foxes.

The originally dusty room has now been replaced by a strong smell of blood that cannot be overcome. The shattered souls and evil magic of countless small creatures who died tragically have made this house called the 'Screaming Shack' worthy of its name. .

A wave of ghosts that swept across the living room in the blink of an eye and a vague roar of violence in the air indicated that a new round of attempts had begun again. In the kitchen, the rat's limbs were roughly nailed to the stone table, and the dripping black eyes were Filled with fear instinct, it stared in horror at the terrifying tentacles formed by the gathering black smoke that were approaching it, and let out a shrill whine--

boom!

Like hundreds of previous attempts, the experiment failed again!

Bang!

The livid Amosta threw his wand on the table and kicked open the door to the scullery room.

Compared with a month ago, Amosta, who had not slept for nearly forty hours, looked much worse. His originally soft and clean gray hair seemed to be stuck with glue, forming strands of lilac locks. His eyes were crisscrossed with bloodshot eyes, his eye circles were dark, his lips were dry, and his wizard robe was stained with dried blood, making him look like a homeless man.

"What went wrong!"

Amosta scratched his itchy hair bitterly, with a tone of unwillingness in his tone.

Amosta has taken apart every detail of the calculation principles and practices and repeatedly studied and demonstrated. He has never been able to find any problem, but he just can't imprint the curse into the soul of the creature. Since he started practicing magic innovation alone, including When he studied the magic that stores magic power in the eyes, he had never encountered such a difficult situation!





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