I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 321 Conspiracy, trial, the truth under your nose

"It's that mudblood!"

"Master's goal!"

"Damn!" Female Death Eater.

Cast the ultimate defense spell, and then hide to the right to avoid this curse.

The stinging pain on her arm made her furious.

It is simply unforgivable that I should be defeated at the hands of a little wizard!

After she stood firm, she was about to wave her wand to counterattack. The tip of the wand lit up with a dazzling light. It was obvious at a glance that her next spell was no ordinary thing.

"Stop pestering me."

At this time, her companion, who had already withdrawn her wand, suddenly stopped her and said, "Someone is coming to the castle."

Sure enough, when she looked up into the distance, Mad-Eye Moody was running towards them like a mad dog.

While Hermione was studying the alchemy equipment, Harry also began to look around.

"An attack on the Minister of Magic," Harry added.

"I see George, Fred and the others who have been here." Ron said, "In the past, several wizards who seriously abused Muggle items and even violated the Statute of Secrecy were tried here every year."

The two were chatting animatedly, but Miss Granger focused all her attention on the alchemical artifacts on Dumbledore's table.

Printing machine.

"You are the Auror!" Barty Crouch roared, and today's events reminded him of Fudge.

Harry turned his head and saw Ron falling from the ceiling as well.

Instead, he turned his head and looked at Miss Granger and Harry, "Now, you two, go back to the castle immediately." He said sternly, and then, as if herding ducks on the shelf, he drove them towards Walk to the castle.

But when he thought about the attack on the Minister of Magic, he knew that he would be busy soon.

After glaring at Hermione fiercely.

The next second, he was pressed into the pensieve by his good brother Ron.

"Of course Percy is too."

Percy and Kingsley walked straight towards Hogsmeade.

"Ron!!!" Harry didn't doubt Hermione for a moment.

Potter, who understood it, quickly said, "It's a good thing. Look - what is this silver thing."

After that, she returned the sword.

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"Huh!" the woman snorted coldly.

After all, I suddenly came to such an eerie place.

Harry thought it might be underground, as there were no windows, just torches on wall brackets like Hogwarts, and he saw rows of wizards sitting on stepped benches all around, and the room was In the center stood an empty chair.

Harry didn't bother her.

"Hello, Fox," he said, then said hello.

Behind them, the Aurors from Hogsmeade Village also noticed something strange in front of them and were hurrying towards here.

"Now is not the time for you to have your own way!"

Harry found that his hair didn't hit his pelvic floor, or suffocate him as much as he had imagined when he fell into the lake.

He looked up at the high stone ceiling, trying to see the water.

He couldn't tell whether these silver lights were liquid or gas.

"Hey!" He sighed, the Auror's life would not be easy again tomorrow.

He always felt that the Death Eater who launched the Killing Curse at him caused the curse to pause briefly.

This little Gryffindor wizard thought so.

A terrifying wave of air rushed straight towards him.

He glanced at Umbridge, who fell in the snow, with only her head buried in the snow blown up by the current of air, and said.

The first game was when Hermione used it against those alchemical golems.

Uh-huh - no!

Harry stared at the sword with burning eyes, imagining in his mind the heroic scene of him raising the sword to fight the dragon.

The next second, a powerful and disturbing vibration came from the ground.

She didn't know the use of these gadgets before, but now she can feel the beauty and working principle of them.

A strange spell was uttered in his mouth, and then a white light lit up.

"What is this?" Harry murmured in confusion.

"What place is this?"

The surrounding scene made Harry feel that this place was more like a dungeon.

the other side.

"You still know this?"

Then no more words.

He suddenly had the idea to reach out and touch the 'mist' to see what it would feel like.

"Percy? Is he okay?" Ron asked quickly.

"I always feel like there's some conspiracy!" Harry added.

"Sooner or later this will kill him!"

Harry stepped on Ron.

"Pensieve?" Harry sighed slightly. "Ancient Alchemy Deciphered" is Owen's book.

That guy just died in a house in Hogsmeade Village.

"Here? What's the trial?" Harry asked again.

"Memory?" Harry looked curiously, lowering his head lower and lower.

After all - that was the Minister of Magic, not some cat or dog. Think about it, another respected minister was murdered in Hogwarts. This was simply the most explosive headline news of the year.

He can obviously cast off the spell faster.

But once touched, poisoning, curse, parasitism, explosion, any danger you can think of may occur.

"You can touch it with your hands." Hermione stood behind him and said softly.

Inside Hogwarts Castle.

It contained some kind of white liquid.

Then he said as if changing the subject.

A few scenes and then - 'Poof!' '

As the superior agency of the Auror Office, Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was about to be replaced by him.

Sighed.

He seemed to have entered a strange world.

Kingsley and Director Rufus Scrimgeour of the Auror Office were removed from the core of power in the Ministry of Magic.

They all looked solemn, dressed in ancient and exquisite costumes mainly in dark tones, giving people an invisible pressure.

"You didn't stop him?" Kingsley looked at Moody.The tone was somewhat accusatory.

"Pensieve." At this time, Miss Granger's voice came, "A top-notch magical alchemical creation. This was given to Professor Dumbledore by Nicola Flamel. It is mentioned in the "Advanced Alchemy Guide" and "Ancient Alchemy". "Decryption of Techniques".

They divided into two groups, one went to find the two Death Eaters, and the other escorted the minister to Hogsmeade.

It will take at least three years to start in Azkaban. "

Then he stared angrily at Crouch who was walking away, "This guy is becoming more and more stubborn."

"." Harry was a little frightened, but they were just some Muggle items - as for that?

"Damn!"

"Ha! I want the World Cup to be there"

Because of Fudge's death, people are still talking about it.

But he couldn't tolerate anyone slandering Hogwarts.

There were strange carvings on the mouth of the basin: they were all letters and symbols he didn't recognize, and the silver light was emitted by the contents of the basin.

Without thinking too hard, they knew that they should have gone to Hogsmeade to find Barty Crouch.

"Cool!" Ron also squeezed over.

Emotionally speaking, he wanted to follow Moody back to the castle. After all, Granger had just helped him, so it was only natural to go and say thank you.

"What is this used for?" Harry looked back at the shallow stone basin in the cupboard.

After all, he is not a first-year kid who is already in fourth grade.

All in all, it looks very magical.

"But -" Ron suddenly frowned, "Why did they attack Barty Crouch? I mean, since last year's war, the Aurors have been killing him for a whole year, even the most loyal of that man You bastard, that Bella has been arrested, why should they be exposed?"

Harry was completely attracted by the magical scenery in front of him.

Suddenly, Harry developed a certain disgust and resistance to magical laws.

Hermione could have kept that sword for herself.

Her brown eyes seemed to see through the magic.

Professor Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes is perched on a golden perch by the door. In fact, Harry often sees it.

For wizards who know a lot of secrets, often combing through their memories can help them discover some details that they didn't notice at the time. "

Dumbledore also had the same opinion.

Who would have thought that someone would be attacked in the middle of this.

If they don't leave, they will be surrounded.

And looking at the angry and scary Moody, Kingsley couldn't say anything.

There was a hint of coldness in the eyes behind the mask.

Harry hesitated for a moment, walked over and opened the door of the cupboard. Inside was a shallow stone basin, which was very large.

After all, they are frequent visitors to the principal's office.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and ignored the unconscious Umbridge who was still lying in the snow with half of her face exposed.

It's enough to make people talk about it for a whole year, or even longer.

He had some experience in dealing with this group of lawless little wizards.

"Then why now? Attacking the Minister of Magic near Hogwarts?" Ron pointed to his brain, the meaning was obvious.

Harry then looked toward the wall behind the desk, where the old, patched Sorting Hat sat on a shelf.

<divclass="contentadv">There is a shining silver sword in a glass box next to it, with large rubies inlaid on the hilt.

It is an invisible blade called the past.

"I know what I'm doing!" Barty Crouch still had a cold face, but his rarely evasive eyes also revealed his panic about the attack just now.

Because he knew that only Ron could do such a thing.

"boom!"

At least Dumbledore knew about it before Harry and Hermione arrived in the Headmaster's office.

The chair had a foreboding look because of the chains wrapped around the armrests, as if they were used to bind people.

Everyone present had no time to dodge, and the air flow carried the snowflakes and instantly buried them.

"Oh my God! Did you meet a Death Eater?" Ron couldn't believe it. Why were there Death Eaters around the school again?

Hey - why use again.

She stopped talking.

——Fawkes was as big as a swan, with brilliant red and gold feathers. He shook his long tail feathers and winked at Harry in a friendly manner.

"The Pensieve is a precious alchemical tool used to preserve thoughts and memories in the mind."

He was killed directly with a killing curse.

He walked forward and told Ron excitedly what had just happened.

"It was thrilling just now!" Harry said quickly. At this time, Ron was also in the office, and the trio reunited again.

"Stay here and don't go anywhere." Moody warned them.

Bits and pieces of stuff in my head.

"It's okay. Hermione arrived just in time."

He then left the office with Moody.

While touching the pensieve, she explained: “As long as you put the memory in it, you can use it to re-embody that memory in an immersive way.

At this time, the Aurors also rushed over, led by Kingsley.

"Should the judge be imprisoned in Azkaban?" Ron explained: "This is the Tenth Judgment Room, a venue used by the Ministry of Magic to judge the worst crimes. There are only a few people who can be brought here. I can go out without any guilt.

He seemed to have seen something.

Hermione stared at the 'mist' billowing in the Pensieve.

Dumbledore doesn't care much about his reputation. If someone throws dirty water at him, he will probably listen happily to see what interesting lies you can come up with.

He knew that Hermione had been a little absent-minded recently, and she needed to rest. Everyone knew it, but no one could persuade her to stop.

Crouch didn't trust him, and it was only a short walk from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts Castle.

Owen was right, that sword was a relic of Godric Gryffindor. When there was no heir, it belonged to Hogwarts, but now that there is an heir, the sword should belong to Hermione.

And just when he fell into fantasy.

"Maybe for revenge?" Harry said.

And in such a short period of time, two ministers of magic died at Hogwarts. It is easy for some conspiracy theories to become popular, such as that someone was behind the minister's death.

"Well, I mean this is really a good thing, isn't it?" He was a little embarrassed, and then he winked at Harry.

There are so many Muggle machines in the wizarding world, why are they turning a blind eye?

Will co-writing only make you feel comfortable and not allow others to enjoy it?

The two looked around. There were at least 200 wizards in the room.

On the other side, Percy was in a dilemma.

That can be seen without using a pensieve, and it will be played on a loop in the days to come.

He has already raised his hand.

Word spread quickly about the Minister of Magic being attacked by Death Eaters.

It seems that another bloody storm is about to take place in the British wizarding world.

Harry was confused, even a little panicked.

"This is the Judgment Hall of the Ministry of Magic." Ron's voice rang in his ears.

"It's memory!" She said after half a minute.

After that, he ignored Kingsley.

Of course, this has nothing to do with which sword they want to play with.

Others didn't know, but Moody knew deep down.

There was a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere in the room. There were no pictures or decorations on the walls, only the dense rows of benches on all sides, arranged in steps, and the chained handle could be clearly seen from all the seats. chair.

"Hermione, do you know?"

projector.

Anyway, points will be deducted, or you will have to go to the dean of each college.He has been able to cope with it with ease.

His eyes widened, and then he turned to look at Barty Crouch, "You should hold on a little longer and hold them two back!"

"Damn, these sewer rats are getting more and more active now." He looked around uneasily, looking at the traces left behind after Hermione fought with the two Death Eaters.

But all he could see were dark, solid stones.

And these pictures will only bring stinging pain, which is sharper than all the weapons in the world.

After the brief dust passed and several people waved their robes to shake off the snowflakes, they looked around again and found that the two people in front of them had long since disappeared.

"It's a pity that I don't have wings!!!" Moody roared.

Many magic traps have gorgeous appearances.

"With this, can I relive the happy memories of the past over and over again?"

To describe it, it is like mist, constantly flowing, just like the water surface ripples in the breeze, and like clouds spreading out and rotating softly, it turns into liquid light for a while, and then looks like a cloud. It is the solid wind...

If it had been in the past, he would have gone after those two Death Eaters.

Neither Harry nor Ron could figure it out.

Apparently it reminded her of him again.

However, at the very end.

The guy screamed in pain, and then he reacted. He saw Hermione's expression becoming increasingly depressed.

Just as he was struggling, the scene in front of him was changing rapidly, and Dumbledore's office suddenly fell over.

Ron stirred the silver substance with his wand, and suddenly the contents of the pensieve became transparent.

He fell in a piece of icy black matter, as if being sucked into a black vortex...

There are many glass bottles around the stone basin in front of me.

The sound was like an angry lion roaring, and that was Moody's figure.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that there was a black cabinet in the wooden cabinet. The door was not closed properly, and bright silver light came from inside.

"I know, Crouch!" Moody responded, "That's why you should leave the Ministry of Magic with an Auror, not an embroidered pillow!"

Why did Hermione give the sword back.

And just now - I don't know if it was an illusion or because I was highly concentrated.

His speed was extremely fast, and the powerful bounce brought by the alchemical prosthetics on his legs made him look like he was flying when he ran.

Maybe they really didn't realize that there was such a person.

Touching unfamiliar magic items casually like a fool is tantamount to committing suicide.

Also, does it count as a crime the more a wizard uses Muggle items?

What an evil law this is!

Then there is a train to Hogwarts!

The people who invented the train were Muggles, so why—the wizard who modified the train was not punished?

And radio.

Suddenly a flash of silver light diverted his attention from the Gryffindor sword to other parts of the cabinet.

Then he saw clearly that it was a dimly lit room.

Sword of Gryffindor!

But still held back.

But - now, he was a professor first and an Auror second.

"Hermione will definitely repeal all these laws!" He said firmly, then turned around and saw another wizard falling from the ceiling.

It's Hermione.

"So, are we in one of Dumbledore's memories now?" Harry looked around, his breathing suddenly became rapid and he looked very excited. This kind of secretly exploring the principal's secrets was really exciting.