The Rise of Malfoy at Hogwarts

Chapter 22: 2 invasions

   Sherin and Hermione’s first long solo talk ended like this.

   After separation, Schelling and Hermione returned to their respective dormitories without any problems. Poor Harry had no such luck.

  He came out to look for Hermione. Not only did he not find Hermione, he was also caught by Filch. He copied the school rules in Filch's office most of the night, and he almost copied the school rules before letting him leave.

   After a while, Harry, who was deeply tired, just lay down in bed, and he felt as if he was asleep immediately...He had a very strange dream. With Firebolt on his shoulders, he walked in a forest, followed by a silver-white thing. The thing was weaving around in the bushes in front, and he could only see it flickering and appearing among the leaves.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

   Harry woke up suddenly, as if he had been hit in the face. At this moment, he heard movement around him, and Seamus Finnigan's voice came from the other side of the room. "what happened?

   Harry seemed to hear the door of the dormitory slam shut. He finally found the opening of the drapery and opened them, and at this moment, Dean Thomas turned on the lamp.

   Ron sat up on the bed, the curtain pulled aside, his face was extremely frightened, "Black! Sirius Black! He has a knife!"

   "It's here! What happened just now! He cut the curtains! Woke me up!" Ron continued yelling.

   Dean questioned whether Ron was dreaming, but Ron's cut curtains showed that this was not a ridiculous dream. The five boys ran downstairs at full speed. Behind them, the doors of the dormitory opened one by one, and many sleepy voices asked them questions.

   "Who was yelling just now?"

   "What are you doing?"

   The embers in the fireplace illuminate the common room. There is a lot of garbage left by the party, and the room is empty. At this time, several girls came down the stairs, dressed in pajamas and yawning. Then, the boys also appeared one after another.

   "Everyone, go back upstairs!" Percy said loudly. He hurried to the common room, and while talking, pinned his badge of the chairman of the Boys Student Union to his pajamas.

   "Percy—Sirius Black!" Ron said weakly, "In our dormitory! Take the knife! Wake me up!"

   The common room was suddenly silent. Before long, Professor McGonagall appeared. After she walked into the common room, she closed the hole in the portrait painting behind her with a bang, and looked around furiously. "Gryffindor won the game, I am very happy, but you are so ridiculous now! Percy, I was expecting you to perform better!"

   "I definitely didn't let them do that, professor!" Percy tried to make himself look more serious, although he was wearing pajamas at the moment and wearing the badge of the chairman of the boy student union, which looked a bit funny. "I'm asking them all to go back to bed! My brother Ron had a nightmare—"

   "It's not a nightmare!" Ron exclaimed vigorously, "Professor, I wake up, Sirius Black is standing in front of me with a knife!"

   Professor McGonagall stared at him, not believing Ron's words. However, at Ron's request, she still asked Sir Cadogan who was guarding the entrance of the lounge, "Sir Cadogan, did you let a man walk into the Gryffindor Tower just now?"

   "Of course, ma'am!" Sir Cadogan exclaimed.

  Professor McGonagall couldn't believe it. She hurriedly asked Sir Cadogan about the password, but got an even more surprised answer-Black had the password for the entire week, read it from a small piece of paper.

Professor McGonagall came back from the hole in the portrait. Her face was as white as chalk, and her voice trembled, showing an unquenchable anger. "Which fool wrote down all the passwords for this week, and they are everywhere. Misplaced?"

   There was silence at the scene, and then a very small, frightened voice broke the silence.

  Navi Longbottom slowly raised his hand.

   That night, none of the people in the Gryffindor Tower slept. Everyone knows that the castle has been searched again, and the entire Gryffindor College is staying in the common room, waiting to hear if Black has been caught. At dawn, Professor McGonagall returned, and she told everyone that Black had escaped again.

   The next day, wherever they went, they saw security measures strengthened.

  Professor Flevey was teaching everyone who was guarding the front door to identify with the big picture of Black; Filch was suddenly rushing back and forth in the corridor, and he blocked everything from the small crack in the wall to the mouse hole. And Sir Cadogan, whose brains were filled with oil and glue, was dismissed-his portrait was put back on the deserted landing on the eighth floor.

   Then again, the fat lady came back. The school board invited a professional magic painter to professionally restore the portrait of the fat lady, but she was still extremely nervous. It is conditional for her to return to work-she demanded that she must be extra protected. A bunch of rough troll security guards were hired to protect her. They patrolled the corridors in groups of three or five fiercely, loudly and loudly, comparing the size of the big sticks in their hands.

   The monster security guard is not the kind of mountain monster that was knocked down by Schelling in the first grade. They are new species that have been cultivated by wizards for generations. They have no appalling smell, and they also have more humanity and intelligence, although their IQ is still not high enough to reach the human level. In the wizarding world, there is a profession that specializes in training such monsters and trains them into qualified monster security guards. This profession is called "troll trainer".

   In the wizarding world of England, there are several companies responsible for training troll security guards, but they all have the shadow of the Ministry of Magic behind them. The Ministry of Magic will not allow private companies to freely produce military forces that can be used for military purposes. Although ordinary people are ignorant of these things, Xie Lin knows that the largest shareholder of these giant security companies is the Ministry itself.

Because of this incident, Ron has become a celebrity that is not big or small, although he is still in shock because of the events that happened that night, as long as someone asks, he will happily tell others about the night, and add Many exaggerated details. Ron encountered such treatment for the first time in his life, and he obviously liked this remarkable experience.

   Unlucky Neville is not allowed to go to Hogsmeade Village after being punished by the angry Professor McGonagall. Not only that, she also closed Neville's confinement and forbid anyone to give him the password to enter the tower. Poor Neville had to wait in the common room every night to see who could take him in-whenever this happened, the troll security guards would tease him with unpleasant words.

   However, these punishments are not as good as his grandmother Augusta Longbottom is ready to wait for him. Two days after Black broke into the tower, she sent Neville something, which was the worst thing a student at Hogwarts could receive at breakfast-a roar letter.

   On that day, the school owl flew into the auditorium and sent mail as usual. Just then, a huge barn owl stopped in front of him, holding a scarlet envelope in his mouth, and Neville was dumbfounded. Harry and Ron were sitting across from him and immediately recognized that it was a roaring letter-Ron had received one from his mother last year.

   "Run, Neville!" Ron hurriedly advised him.

  Navi did not need him to say the second time. He grabbed the envelope and ran out of the auditorium like holding a bomb. The students of Slytherin House roared with laughter when he saw him. Soon, everyone heard the roaring letter exploding in the hall-it was Neville's grandmother's voice, which was a hundred times louder than usual. She shrieked and condemned Neville for bringing shame to the whole family.

   On the Slytherin table, Daphne released a closed earplug to listen to the curse around her, and then whispered: "Schelling, I really made you guessed it. Black went and returned."

Meredith looked in Ron’s direction contemptuously: "Those idiots in Gryffindor, I guess they thought Blake was scared away by them—it’s not ashamed... if Blake’s goal is really haha Lee, facing five weak boys, and four of them are still asleep, he did not choose to kill them, which is inconsistent with the rumored brutality. It seems that there may be more shady behind Blake’s imprisonment. what!"

   She has become accustomed to Schelling's strategizing and insightful. At this moment, seeing Ron perform like a clown, she feels very despised.

   Astoria blinked her big cute eyes and asked, "Brother Xie Lin, what do you think Blake wants?"

Schelling replied confidently: "At present, the scope can be narrowed. What Blake is drawing must be the things in Harry and his bedroom, and the most likely thing is Ron's. After all, he chose to cut the first one. Ron’s bed curtain. Although the Weasleys are also ancient pure-blood families, we all know that they are very poor-so things related to wealth can be ruled out, so what else is worth taking such a big risk for Black What about stealing it?"

   Daphne's mouth raised up confidently, "Blake has no relatives, no reason, no worries, and there is only one thing that can make him so persistent-hatred! Unforgettable hatred! What he is looking for must be related to revenge."

Schelling shrugged, "Only he knows what he wants. We can infer that this is enough. Whether Blake's loyalty was in Dumbledore’s Order of the Phoenix camp or the Dark Lord’s death The disciples camp has nothing to do with us. Our family has no grievances against him. He wants revenge, and the target is probably not us. We just need to sit still and eat melons."

   Daphne asked cautiously: "So-we don't do anything?"

   Xie Lin showed an inscrutable look, "Who knows?"

   That night ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Harry and Ron left the tower of Gryffindor College, trot past the monster security guards, and went straight to the hall where Hagrid was already waiting for them.

   "I have something to discuss with you two." Hagrid sat down between them, his expression looked serious, at least his usual attitude was very different. "It's about Hermione."

   "What's wrong with her?" Ron asked.

She is in normal condition, and the problem lies here... After Christmas, she has visited me many times, and she often says that she doesn't know what to say to you..." Hagrid suddenly shook his head again, "No, it's not this... ...I mean, she always said that she was lonely, because you first ignored her for the firebolt, and then you took the firebolt back; now you don’t talk to her anymore, just for her cat..."

   "It eats Scabs!" Ron interrupted Hagrid angrily.

"Because her cat did what all cats would do." Hagrid continued stubbornly. "She has cried several times. You know, she has a hard time now, that's more greedy than chewing... ...If you ask me, she wants to do too much...but she still finds time to help me prepare the Buckbeak case."

   "Hagrid, we should have helped you too, sorry..." Harry said awkwardly.

"I'm not to blame you!" Hagrid obviously didn't care about this. "You have a lot to be busy yourself. I see you training on Quidditch courts day and night... But I must tell you, I think You two should regard your friends more heavily than flying broomsticks and mice. This is what I want to say."

   Harry and Ron were a little ashamed of Hagrid's sincere warning, but their thoughts were related to their respective personalities.

  

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