A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 422 The Secret of the Golden Egg

"How do you know?" Harry helped Hermione ask the question.

"Uh—that's right," Ron stammered, as if stung by a Billywig bug, "Collins seems to have mentioned this to me at the dinner party—"

"Like?" Hermione and Harry exclaimed in unison.

"I—I didn't hear clearly, it was too loud," Ron said, shrugging his shoulders, trying to ease the serious atmosphere, "When Hermione said to put the fragments in something, I immediately thought gone."

Hermione looked exasperated, and Harry couldn't help but look at Ron sympathetically.Fortunately, at this time, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.

Neville walked in. "Hi, Harry, Ron, hello, uh, Hermione's here too... I heard some gossip in the common room, and it's been pretty nasty... But since you didn't come back last night, I knew it must have something to do with you, And I think you guys need this..."

He raised the two sets of clothes that were bulging in his hands, and walked a little closer, then his eyes widened, staring at the bed of broken golden eggs in his sight, speechless.

"Wonderful, you came at such a good time, we just needed something to wear." Harry said happily, and he stepped forward to take the clothes, "Uh--sit whatever you want, Neville, be careful not to overwhelm To the pieces of the golden egg, we're not sure if we need to put it back together."

Hermione's mouth puffed, and she took the only useful fragment away, "See you in the library." She quickly slipped out of the ward.

At this point, Harry and Ron took off their pajamas and started dressing.Neville sat nervously on Ron's bed, his eyes fixed on the fragments, which looked as if they had been treated very roughly, "So, is it true?"

"Oh, what?" Harry asked, pulling a sweater over his head.

"I heard from Li Jordan that Professor Moody is actually a black wizard pretending to steal your golden eggs. You and Ron beat him away last night..."

Harry and Ron stopped and looked at each other.With one sleeve still hanging down, Harry said decisively, "Except for the first sentence, which is true, the rest is bullshit."

After getting dressed, Ron patted Neville on the shoulder and said, "Dude, the real Professor Moody is in the ICU not far from here, maybe you can ask, maybe he knows!" Neville showed a moved expression, and he immediately stammered, "I'm just kidding, please don't ask..."

Neville shook his head, "I won't ask. But I want to visit him. He was very kind to me, remember? He gave me the book "Mediterranean Magical Aquatic Plants and Their Properties."

"What if it was sent by the Death Eater?" Ron guessed, "Listen to me, Neville. Moody fell through this time, and was caught by the mysterious man. He and the Death Eater took turns giving us lessons." , so the professors didn’t find out. Now no one knows which class the real Moody taught us—” As he spoke, he suddenly clapped his hands hard and shouted: “Damn it! I Just which professor would dare to say the Unforgivable Curse to us?"

Neville looked stunned, completely unaware that You-Know-Who and Death Eaters would be involved.

Ron vented a bit, calmed down, and said in an expectant tone: "I hope Professor Moody will treat us better in the new semester, but it's hard to say...he may not come back."

The speaker had no intention, Harry's heart suddenly jumped, if Professor Moody can't teach them next semester, then the school must find them a new teacher, even if it is temporary, just like Professor Belby in the second grade .

Harry thought for a second, and thought about the curse question Ron had mentioned to him.But Professor Belby is fine...he tried to convince himself, but what if?He couldn't bear the consequences of Sirius having an accident. Although he didn't know that he had a godfather for the first 13 years of his life, he didn't even hear of it, but he found that he couldn't do without him now.

For a moment Harry couldn't make up his mind whether to tell Sirius.There is a saying that he really wants to say, his godfather is too boring, apart from practicing magic and playing chess with the old man in the Muggle community, all the rest of his mind is on him, Sirius should have his own life, such as finding a job Work, or start a family or something...

"Harry, Harry!" Ron whispered in his ear.

"Oh - what?" Harry looked up to find both Ron and Neville looking at him.

Ron shrugged, "Help me persuade Neville, he still wants to visit that powder keg... What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," said Harry quickly, "I mean - of course, I agree."

"You agree?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Yeah, we should go and see Professor Moody, he doesn't look like he has any relatives." Harry said with mock ease, deciding to postpone the matter until Sirius asked.

……

At the entrance of the castle auditorium, Draco Malfoy was leaning against the oak gate boredly, clutching a green gift wrapping ribbon in his hand.Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy surround him.

"Didn't you fill out the application for staying in school?"

Draco wrinkled his nose, "I don't know, Dad asked suddenly, I've made an appointment with Professor Snape in advance." He looked back in the direction of the auditorium from time to time, his father came to pick him up this morning, on the way Had a chance encounter with Professor Haip, who was then dismissed.

He flicked the strap in his hand—it was pulled from the gift box. He always felt that his father looked at him complicatedly when he came over. He was wrong.

"...Yes, the traces of that night were particularly strong... After that, it became dim, almost the same as ten years ago." Lucius Malfoy whispered, taking the opportunity of exchanging canes, his two gray eyes were blind He looked around in a trace.

"I see, if there is any change, you must notify me in time." Felix said happily.

Lucius nodded slightly, took two steps back, and raised his voice: "You should mind your own business." He turned and left with a cold smile on his face, and when he walked to Draco's side, his son was shocked. looked at him worriedly.

"Dad, what's the matter, you—"

"Didn't I tell you not to touch things that shouldn't be touched?" Lucius snatched the green belt and threw it aside.He was very angry when he saw his son, but there were some things he couldn't say clearly, especially when it came to the Dark Lord's diary and the agreement with Haipu, so he could only find fault with other things.

"There are three warriors your age, why not you?"

Draco felt wronged, "Dad, that's Potter and they don't know how to cheat!"

Lucius gave him a sideways look, switched his cane to his right hand, and pulled Draco away with his left hand.

The rest of Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy looked at their backs, and Pansy said hesitantly, "Uncle Malfoy looks very angry, Draco hasn't caused any trouble recently, has he?"

She looked at Crabbe and Goyle suspiciously, "Did you cause trouble?"

The two shook their heads quickly.

At this time, Felix came over with a newspaper, and the three called out to the professor and left in a hurry.Felix walked out of the castle and stood on the marble steps, Malfoy and his son could be seen at the end of his line of sight, Lucius said something to Draco, Draco looked very unconvinced.

Facing the winter sun, Felix shook the newspaper in his hand, the curled Dark Mark on the headline was very conspicuous.The headline on the newspaper reads in blood-red letters——

Death Eaters Still at large?Or is the mysterious man making a comeback? "

"It is reported that Barty Crouch, who is the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department and has been in charge of two large-scale international events (the Quidditch World Cup and the Tournament), was attacked by unknown persons at home last night, and the scene was chaotic. Crouch is missing, and the old house has been turned into ruins.

The most horrifying thing was the Dark Mark hanging high in the air at the scene. All the staff of the Ministry of Magic who rushed to the scene lost their voices. A rude-looking female official with a swollen face was slumped on the ground in fright. When the reporter stepped forward to interview the hysterical official, he did not get any useful information, but was insulted for no reason.Reporters later learned that the female officer had been demoted for failing to do her job and trying to drive out dementors to cover up a Ministry of Magic scandal involving the older brother of a dark hero who silently resisted You-Know-Who during the war For details, please refer to Chapter 7 in the new book "Running Against Black Terror" by our special correspondent Rita Skeeter...

Anyone who has experienced that horrible war will never forget what the Dark Mark represents, but in the No. 14 years when the mysterious man died and the war ended, we won the Quidditch World Cup for the first time in nearly 30 years , and successfully excavating the Contest from history and giving it new meaning, making the people rejoice, we have to rethink a question: Have we really completely shaken off the shadow of war?Or maybe it's just another call to war?

It is a pity that the Ministry of Magic has not fared so well in this contingency, and if some of us are nostalgic for the reign of some lord who must not even be named, our Ministry has always Ignorant, instead pouring a lot of energy into the insignificant potion cooperation and being complacent - I can almost guarantee that the Ministry of Magic will be disappointed.

Before the publication of the report, the latest news that this reporter got was that Mr. Barty Crouch did not encounter any accidents. He was receiving medical treatment in secret. The young official who spoke on behalf of the Ministry of Magic refused to disclose more information. He just He has repeatedly declared that he is busy with work and will replace Mr. Crouch to complete a large number of backlogs.

For Barty Crouch's resume, see the fourth page of this newspaper, which contains a detailed introduction.Finally, if you want to learn more about someone who can't even be named and his gang of villains, keep your eyes peeled for this newspaper reporter Rita Skeeter's new book, Running Against the Black Terror, out January 1 Sign the book at Lihen Bookstore, support owl mailing, the specific method..."

"That's all, the rest is rubbish." Hermione looked up from the newspaper and said.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, stunned for a while, Ron suddenly laughed out of breath, "She, she doesn't know that person is still alive, does she? Otherwise, she would never have the courage to arrange a mysterious people……"

Harry and Hermione laughed too, they both knew what kind of person Rita Skeeter was.

At the moment, they were sitting at a table by the window in the library, with two large stacks of books near the aisle to hide from the prying eyes of the librarian, Mrs. Pince, and Harry used an unskilled Whispering spell, so that their voices will not be too loud.

Ron fell down laughing, lying on the table, hitting the table with his fist. "Ouch... runs counter to the black terror... I think she's trying to get revenge." After laughing enough, he said solemnly, "Should we write an anonymous letter to remind her."

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "We can't reveal...you know, we promised Principal Dumbledore."

"Well," Ron said regretfully, "she probably won't believe it either, but will treat us as those who spread rumors and throw the letter into the trash can...Maybe Dumbledore has already told Fudge."

"It's possible." Hermione nodded, agreeing with him.

Harry took the newspaper and turned to the fourth page, and sure enough, he saw Mr. Barty Crouch's resume, which was very detailed, even including his family members, which was more convenient for Harry.

"Look here," he said, pointing to a line of small print: "Barty Crouch originally had a bright future and was the person closest to the position of Minister of Magic, but his reputation plummeted because of the birth of a Death Eater son in his family. I had to be transferred to the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department as the director, and within a few years, not only my son died in Azkaban, but my wife who had been in poor health also passed away not long after..."

Ron and Hermione looked at him in surprise, and Harry said, "Yeah, we all know who Voldemort's spy is, the problem is... he's dead in the official records."

"This, this is really incredible, could it be Barty Crouch..." Ron looked at the two meaningfully.

"You say he's using power for personal gain?" Hermione snapped.

After thinking about it for a while, they couldn't think of any other possibility. The most important thing was that Ron said, "That's his son." In the end, they had to think that Barty Crouch made someone This method deceived Azkaban and modified the official records.

For a while, they had mixed feelings about Barty Crouch lying in the school hospital. On the one hand, he was a victim, but on the other hand, he might have trampled on the law secretly and let a heinous Death Eater go. The Death Eater has found his biggest backer, offering advice and suggestions for his former master's comeback.

Seeing the seriousness of the atmosphere, Hermione took out a piece of parchment from the book "The Controversy of the Fifth Element" and handed it to Harry and Ron.

Looking at what looked like poetry in his hand, Harry read the first line: "Find us where our voices sound - what is this?"

"The message deciphered from the golden egg," said Hermione curtly.

Harry and Ron's eyes widened, and they put their heads together to read the above content:

'Find us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing on the ground.

As you search, keep these key points in mind:

Purple represents strength;

blue represents wisdom;

Gold represents growth.

Hurry up, crisis is everywhere;
Careful weighing, the choice is inevitable.

When the gold overflows,
you will see each other,
Return with a rewarding experience. '

Harry and Ron took a deep breath, staring at the things above them in a daze.

"My instinct tells me that the second project must be difficult," said Ron pessimistically.

Harry felt the same way, and he tried to decipher what it said: "Well - look for us, where the voices sound, the ground cannot sing. So, the second project is in the water? Black Lake?"

Hermione nodded cheerfully, "I think so too. Go on, let's compare our thoughts."

"Uh, and then the next sentence, obviously asking us to find something, should it be three items, or three types?" Harry looked at Hermione hesitantly, but Hermione just pursed her lips and smiled, refusing to reveal any information.

"Well, whatever it is, they are different anyway, divided into strength, wisdom, and...growth? I guess some kind of test. The next two sentences are to remind us to be careful, and it involves choices, which is strange...finally golden Overflow, we will see each other, which means we have to part? Only when this condition is met can we meet again?"

Harry's eyes widened as he deduced this clue, and the three pairs of eyes looked at each other.

Ron let out a howl.

At this moment, a small silver swift passed through the window of the library and landed lightly in front of them. The patron saint of the swift opened its mouth, and Professor Haipu's voice came from inside——

"Harry, come to my office at eight o'clock tonight, and you will be alone."

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(End of this chapter)