HP Magic Biography

Oh, it's not your fault, Van Lin, said Hermione tremblingly, I don't think anyone would pot a devil's trap without knowing it could kill. It's—it's a murder. , a clever murder. If the plant was sent anonymously, how would anyone find out who did it?

Harry didn't think about the devil's trap. He remembered the day he went to the hearing at the Ministry of Magic, when he was taking the elevator to the ninth floor, a pale-faced man came in from the atrium.

Oh, damn... Bird? What does he do? Van Lin thought about the possible contact this man might have with Voldemort, but he had no clue.

I've seen Bird, said Harry slowly, at the Ministry, with Mr Weasley.

Ron opened his mouth wide. Yeah, I remember, I've heard Dad talk about him at home! He's indescribable—he works in the Department of Mysteries!

They looked at each other, and then Fan Lin pulled the newspaper back in front of him, closed it, looked at the photos of the ten Death Eaters on the front page for a while, and then stood up all of a sudden.

Where are you going? Ron asked in surprise.

Communication, we can't just sit here. Fan Lin said, Do what you can do.

Then I...

Harry, you must practice Occlumency, it's very important... oh... Fan Lin felt a little bad, he couldn't figure out what made Voldemort so urgent.

A prophecy ball?

The prophecy ball was of no importance at all except for some meaningless nonsense. It seemed that the prophecy ball was not qualified enough to put Voldemort at risk, or even kill him.

Then, besides the prophecy ball, there must be other things Voldemort wants in the mystery department.

Wait for me... Hermione called, chasing after her.

I just hate them both, grumbled Ron, as he and Harry walked slowly out of the hall. Tell us what they are going to do, even once, will they die? It only takes ten seconds.

As a matter of fact, he's said enough, I've never seen... Hey, Hagrid!

Hagrid was standing at the door of the hall, waiting for a group of Ravenclaws to pass by. He still has a lot of injuries, as he did the day he came back from the Giants.

There was a fresh gash on the right side of the bridge of his nose.

All right, you two? he called, trying to force a smile, but the effort yielded a painful twist.

How are you, Hagrid? Harry asked, walking behind him with the Ravenclaws.

Okay, okay, said Hagrid in a weak, almost false tone; he waved to Professor Victor as he passed, pretending not to look at the latter's startled expression, but, Busy, you know, the usual stuff—preparing for class—those fire monsters are going to lose their tails, and I'm going to be investigated,” he muttered.

Are you under investigation? Ron said loudly, and the students passing by looked at him curiously.

Excuse me—I mean—you're under investigation? he whispered.

Yes, said Hagrid. Not as I thought, to tell you the truth. Don't worry though, it's not going very well, you know, anyway, he sighed deeply, maybe I should put more paprika, say Maybe next time the fire monster's tail will come off. See you later, Harry, Ron.

He walked down the stone steps and walked from the muddy playground. Harry looked at him, wondering how much more bad news he could take.

...

Unlike Harry's side, Fan Lin and Hermione soon arrived at the Owl Room, and he had to write a letter to Sirius to find out what the Ministry of Magic was hiding through the means of the Order of the Phoenix.

That prophecy ball is useless at all, it originated from Sybil...

What did you say?

I said, that's a ball, a prophecy about Harry and Voldemort, but in fact, that thing is useless at all, don't tell Harry, Hermione, now Voldemort wants to get him, but, I don't think Voldemort will go to the Ministry of Magic himself because of a prophecy ball, or he has some premeditated plans...

Fan Lin said while writing, I must obtain more information. We need to know what he wants to do. This is very passive...

But, but here we are...

We can remind them... Fan Lin said, and tied the letter to the owl's leg.

So, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​actually using Harry? Hermione thought for a while and said.

No, just to help solve it. Fan Lin was relieved to see the owl disappear into the night sky. Umbridge didn't single out it for trouble, which also made him feel better.

No matter what, there must be a duel between Harry and Voldemort, and the role of Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​to try to suspend and delay Voldemort's actions to buy enough time for Harry. It is impossible for Voldemort to give up on Harry. , before that, everyone was trying to weaken him, just like in the giant tribe, people from both sides contacted at the same time...

No, weaken him... Fan Lin lowered his head, a little uncertain.

What's wrong? Hermione asked concerned.

It's just something I thought of. There are many ways to weaken it, but we don't have to be so passive... Fan Lin said, Wait a minute and see the news from Sirius, if necessary...

...

In fact, the two of them returned to the classroom not long after.

When Harry and Ron told them about Hagrid's recent situation, Fan Lin returned to his usual calm, and even discussed with Harry when to see Hagrid, but Hermione always looked at Hagrid very strangely. profit.

But when Harry asked something, Hermione always said it was fine.

This made Harry feel a little weird, but the rest of the lesson was annoying enough.

Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which has become the least popular class since Hogwarts was founded.

Do you think class is boring?

Umbridge's lessons are only ten times less boring than you think.

There is no sound, to be exact, except for the sliding of the pen tip, even the sound of breathing has to be reduced by a few decibels.

It's easy to feel sleepy, but, this is a magic class, and there's only one person holding a wand...

Anyway, how about giving you a heart-warming refreshment when you are sleepy, Ron feels very uncomfortable, he has enjoyed this treatment more than once, Umbridge's class is simply torture.