People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Chapter 85 Two People Released from Prison

Late at night, in the lounge, everyone changed into pajamas and talked about what happened that day.

Of course, most of them are first graders.

Other grades also have exams.

Just as Seamus was bragging about his explosive talent and Neville was showing off his heroic style by wielding his wand instead of a sword, Fred and George walked towards them.

"Looking for me?" Ron stood up. "To compliment your brother on overcoming his fear of spiders that you brought him?"

They both walked around Ron.

"Little Ronnie."

"We're here to look for Harry."

As they spoke, they handed over a piece of parchment.

"Come."

"Hagrid's letter to you."

"Thank you." Harry took it.

Hagrid's messy handwriting on it,

There was a large ink stain on the paper, and the writing was difficult to make out.

Dear Harry, Badgill, Ron, Hermione:
Aragog died today.

He is an acromantic spider. Today's victim. He is also the "monster" mentioned in the notice that I was fired for being framed.

He is very important to me.

It would mean a lot to me if you could come to the funeral tonight.

I intend to hold the funeral tomorrow at dusk, his favorite time of day.

I didn't want to ask this, but I couldn't face it alone.

Hagrid
"Fortunately. Not today." Ron, who came over to read the letter, breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to see another Acromantula at night, even if it was a corpse.

"Maybe it's because dusk has passed." The sentimental Hermione's eyes were red.

"A funeral," Bagir sighed.

The principal's office is extremely lively now.

Sirius got together with his cousin and nephew.

Narcissa, dressed as a widow in a black robe, suppressed her grief and discussed her husband's funeral with Sirius.

Sirius, who should have been rude to his cousin who had gone to Voldemort's side and was anxious to see Harry, now acted like a competent relative.

Patting Draco's head, he patiently and carefully discussed the date, personnel and other details of the funeral.

Harry's name wasn't even mentioned.

Draco stared blankly at his father's head. He was so grief-stricken that he lost the ability to speak and cry.

The portraits of the principals either left the frame to visit friends or closed their eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Dumbledore was not in the room.

Leave this place to their family.

But Bajir was a little confused.

It’s great to suddenly receive 2 gems.

But Peter Pettigrew was imprisoned; Sirius was released from prison; Narcissa Malfoy's disguised imprisonment was exposed, and then she was released from prison. These events all came together.

How did Dumbledore manage to do it in under an hour.

The Ministry of Magic was like his home.

Fudge didn't cause any trouble.

This has nothing to do with him, the great uncle Bagir!
In fact, Dumbledore was also a little surprised.

In Fudge's eyes, these demands undoubtedly shook the credibility of the Ministry of Magic and challenged his own authority.

He is ready for a protracted war.

But as soon as he made the request, Fudge nodded rapidly, as if he was afraid that he would do something bad.

Umbridge, who was responsible for playing the good guy beside Fudge, did not say anything sarcastic. Instead, she was extremely submissive and kept her head down.

The result is that he has not yet come to his senses.

Sirius and Narcissa changed their clothes and were brought here.

Then they were all placed in offices.

Fortunately, there was no quarrel.

However, the first thing he had to do was to stop the man with red eyes in front of him, his double agent, the person he trusted most, Severus Snape.

On the eighth floor, next to the gargoyles, Snape, wearing the same black robe that never changed, with his slicked-back hair and still pale skin, was holding his wand and pointing it at Dumbledore.

"Let me in! Let me kill that stinky dog!"

His eyes were now glowing with enthusiasm.

Dumbledore said gently: "You should already know the whole story."

Snape said nonchalantly, "Oh, Peter Pettigrew is the traitor. The great Sirius Black sacrificed himself voluntarily and stayed in Azkaban for more than ten years? So what if I know?"

"Have you forgotten? When the secret-keeper of the Fidelius Charm should have been you, he persuaded that idiot to choose him instead of you. When it was confirmed that Lily's family was being targeted by the Dark Lord himself, he was smart enough to change the secret-keeper and persuaded that idiot to choose Peter, who was timid and fearful and had a weak spot in his mother?"

"Even if Peter betrayed that man, can Sirius get away with it?"

At this point, Snape's eyes became even colder, "Get out of the way! Dumbledore!"

"You should know that Narcissa and Draco are still upstairs. They are discussing a funeral - Lucius Malfoy's." Dumbledore reminded.

A muscle in Snape's face twitched.

Then he turned around and walked towards the basement without saying a word.

Dumbledore went to another room.

The lights were on inside, and tables and chairs were piled in the corner.

In the middle there was a long table filled with documents and a high-backed chair.

On the unfolded parchment, it was written:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(President of the International Federation of Wizards, First Class of the Order of Merlin, Archmage, and Chief Magician of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Lockhart:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been hired as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Please find attached your arrival date and salary structure.

If accepted.

Please confirm the teaching materials before June 6st.

We await your owl with your reply.

Vice Principal (Female)
Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

Dumbledore looked at it and smiled.

Then he waved his wand.

The letters for Lockhart turned red and twisted to read Lupin.

Bagir did not pay attention to this scene.

In fact, after seeing that Snape did not break into the office and fight with Sirius, he started chatting with Harry and the others.

He ate the roast meat that the Weasley twins brought from the kitchen and drank the ice-cold Coke that he picked up from the supermarket in London.

However, as time goes by.

More and more students yawned and walked towards the dormitory.

In the end, the only ones left were Bagel, who was still full of energy, and Hermione, who refused to leave and kept getting closer and closer to Bagel.

At the moment, he was reveling in the wonderful feeling of Hermione pressed against him.

The crystal clear little feet, as if inlaid with pearls, swayed in front of him.

The shapely and fair calves rubbed against him from time to time, and the hair brushed against his nose, which made Bagir's heart begin to ripple.

Looking down, Hermione's face turned pink, and her thin, moist lips were unconsciously curled up, as if waiting for something.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, with only the increasingly heavy breathing of the two people remaining.

Then there is the nasal sound, and the sound of water.

At 2 a.m., Bagir returned to the dormitory, his body shrunken, and his neck flushed.

"Why did you come back just now?" Harry rubbed his eyes.

"I'm practicing Occlumency," Bagel said casually.

He wasn't lying. Restraining desires was also a form of practicing Occlumency.

No one slept in the dormitory.

Ron was ducking on the carpet, the bed was unmade, the cupboard was open, and the suitcase had been dragged out from under the bed.

He kept muttering, "Scabbers."

Neville yawned, "Ron's mice are gone. Seamus said they might have been eaten by Fanta or Hedwig. But that's impossible. They've all been resting in the Owlery lately. They rarely come back."

Harry nodded. "Yes. I think it may have sensed the coming of the Acromantula and went into hiding. I saw it on TV - when Dudley was watching. Animals have stronger senses than humans. They can sense dangers in advance, such as earthquakes."

(End of this chapter)