I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 119 I. I, run away!

In the woods, it was pitch dark.

Besides, the man on the ground was covered in snowflakes and mud. (left behind by dragging it on the ground just now)

Ron was a little uncertain. After all, it was absurd to think of meeting the Minister of Magic here.

Holding a wand.

Fluorescence slowly illuminated the face covered with mud.

Ron stretched out his hand to remove most of the dirt on that face, then took a closer look, and then nodded with certainty, "It's Fudge! Look at his chest, and the badge of the Ministry of Magic!"

"what?"

Like a bolt from the blue.

Hermione staggered back a few steps, her eyes wide open, and she looked at the stiff man lying on the ground in disbelief.

No—how could it be?

She doesn't believe it.

But the reality did not allow her to disbelieve it, because that face looked familiar to her.

Looks like I saw it in the Daily Prophet.

"It's Fudge!" Luna beside her also leaned over, with a look of curiosity on her flushed face.

As the Lovegood father and daughter who firmly believe that Connery Fudge raised an army of fire elves, she is quite familiar with Fudge.

Her father, Xenophilius Lovegood, could write eight articles a week in The Quibbler against Fudge.

It's hard not to be familiar with it!

"I am the Minister of Magic I attacked!" Hermione covered her mouth in horror, her face turned pale instantly.

All kinds of life that is about to be miserable come to mind automatically.

First she would definitely be expelled from Hogwarts.

The second is that she will be tried for assaulting the Minister of Magic.

With her shallow legal knowledge.

For her crime, there should be no problem in sentencing her to life imprisonment in Azkaban.

"What to do! What to do! Will I be caught in Azkaban!"

"I—" The little witch lost her size for the first time. She kept walking back and forth with her head in her arms, and various thoughts came out of her mind.

And then the whispers of some evil, gray-eyed boy began to play in her head.

'Hi!Miss Granger, the prerequisite for being able to cast the Death Curse is not to be captured by the Aurors and sent to Azkaban. '

'Do you know Azkaban? '

'oh!It was a good place, built on a small island overseas, and the air in the prison was full of turbidity, damp, cold, and lifeless.There you will never see the sun again, which is a rare luxury for you, in a prison only a few feet wide, in the dark, with no purpose, it is time to pretend You are a dead man, because in addition to the unbearable loneliness, there are dementors floating around waiting to devour your soul and feast on you. '

'Of course, all of these can be overcome, as long as you behave and don't go crazy. Maybe a few decades later, when you were so skinny, with sunken eyes, all your hair falling out, and you were no longer like a human being, It will come out.oops!The Ministry of Magic can't really lock you up for life, of course, provided they can remember you. '

"Hey hey hey~~~ How about it, do you still want to learn the killing curse? If you want to learn, I will teach you for free!"

Do not--

Hermione squatted on the ground holding her head, shaking her head desperately.

She doesn't want to go to Azkaban - don't.

- Being sad and crying is like feeling sick.The closer I get to the zero point, the more uncomfortable I feel but the less I can vomit.

She could only hold back her discomfort, a strong sense of responsibility and guilt constantly hammering her fragile heart.

"I, me, run away~" Big teardrops finally rolled out of the red eyes.

But before it crossed my cheek, it was already frozen.

As for the other little wizards, their expressions were different. Hannah, who was born pure blood, had a bigger reaction than Hermione.

His face was pale and his eyes were full of confusion and fear.

She also seemed to think of her future life in Azkaban—obviously suffering from Owen's PUA.

As for Justin, his reaction was much smaller. As a Muggle-born, he didn't know much about the laws of the wizarding world. Although he knew that he had caused trouble, he didn't take it too seriously.

This should be just a prank or something—he thought.

And finally, our little elf, Luna, is different from everyone else.

There was joy in her silver eyes, as if she had made some great feat, she stepped forward, and kicked Fudge a few times with her little feet, as if confirming something.

"We have defeated the minions of the evil Dark Wizard!" she said.

Luna wears a Christmas gift from Owen on her little head.

The bunny ears made of unicorn tail hair stand up high.

The golden hair turned to silver, shiny and lovely.

Ron automatically filtered out this crazy girl's behavior, and his eyes completely fell on Hermione.

It was hard to believe that she, who was determined to be strong, would show such an expression.

But the next moment, a strong sense of absurdity surged into his heart like a tide, "I don't think you need to worry about this problem at all now!"

He got up from the ground, and then said very calmly, as if he was asking what to eat for dinner: "You just attacked the Minister of Magic."

Then, Harry smiled miserably, and said, "We seem to have attracted all the acromantulas in the forest."

"Hogwarts - the school wants pills!!!" he shouted in frustration. Now that Dumbledore was being coerced, he couldn't think of anyone else who could deal with so many dark creatures.

"What?" Just as Hermione, Hannah and Justin were being tortured by the cruel future.

A rustling sound like a tidal wave suddenly came to my ears.

"Run!!!" Ron yelled.

Then he reminded aloud: "Take Fudge with you! Unless you really want to give him to the acromantula for dinner, and then go to Azkaban to spend the rest of your life!"

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On the black lake, the flames are still dancing.

Unfortunately, neither the main planner Dumbledore, the executor Owen, nor the participant Professor Flitwick, none of them expected that today—the story in the auditorium would be more exciting than the one on the stage.

"That is--"

Finally, there was a burst of snow in the forest, and the snow all over the sky was lifted up, and the trees fell to the ground creaking and groaning in pain.

At this time, anyone who is not blind or deaf will notice the changes in the forest.

"Merlin's beard! What is that?"

"It seems to be a giant eight-eyed spider!"

"Acromantula? So many?"

Thanks to Lockhart's heaven-defying teaching, most of the little wizards on the mountainside recognized what the tide-like monster was.

"Those are the descendants of Aragog?" Among the wizards, Hagrid was definitely the most sober.

He looked far into the Forbidden Forest with a very surprised expression.

He never knew that there would be so many descendants of Aragog!

Hagrid always thought that there were only a hundred or so in the forest at most!

But now - there are hundreds of them just appearing in his field of vision.

It’s like giving money for the exam (laughs) You can’t do anything if you take the exam naked.