Hogwarts lazy snake

Ron's cheeks were puffed up as he wolfed down the chicken and potatoes in front of him. The way he ate looked like a starving ghost.

From time to time, he would pick out a potato and throw it to his pet Banban, who was looking at him eagerly under the table, mumbling incoherently:

"Oh my god, my own bed is more comfortable. I've been through so much these past few days, sleeping on the floor in the auditorium. It was so tiring. I don't want to experience this kind of suffering again in my life."

(Banban’s inner thoughts: Just give me a piece of potato? Don’t I deserve some meat?)

Harry's eyes wandered around Scabbers, who was chewing potatoes with gusto, his brows slightly furrowed, his face full of suspicion:

"I say, Ron, you let Scabbers out so brazenly, aren't you afraid of trouble? The pets in school have been going crazy these past few days, looking for him everywhere. What on earth has he done?"

When Ron heard this, his face suddenly changed. He didn't care that Scabbers was still eating. He grabbed it in a hurry and stuffed it into his coat pocket like a treasure.

At the same time, he looked around vigilantly, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he breathed a sigh of relief and sighed:

"Oh, who knows? I'm also confused. Those pets in school seem to be possessed by evil spirits. I don't understand why they are going crazy."

At this moment, it seemed as if a "feather letter rain" was falling from the sky, and a group of little messengers were like well-trained parachutists.

Various "leaps of faith" landed in the restaurant.

In an instant, feathers were flying all over the restaurant, newspapers and letters were scattering everywhere, and there was chaos and noise.

"Snapped!"

A clear and loud sound of slapping the table, like a bolt of thunder, instantly attracted the attention of most people in the restaurant.

Horn's face was full of anger, he was holding a letter tightly in his hand, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

It turned out that the newspaper first reported the big news that Dementors broke into Hogwarts for no reason, and Principal Dumbledore, in anger, broke into the office of the Minister of Magic to demand an explanation.

Hornben was still holding the mentality of a "spectator", watching with great interest, thinking that this was a really exciting thing.

Just as he was sighing at how delicious the "melon" was, his eyes continued to move downwards, and he saw the sad news that his store had been attacked by unknown dark wizards.

Fortunately, the shop assistants fought back bravely and successfully drove away the enemy without causing any casualties. However, the shop suffered a lot, many goods were damaged, and the store was in a mess.

Only then did Horn realize that, oh my god, this "melon" has fallen on his head!

He was burning with rage, gritting his teeth as he wondered: Who on earth could have done this?

Don’t you know that preventing someone from developing is like killing his parents?

You know, his alchemical ritual is a very profitable and popular product in the wizarding world.

Then, Horn opened another letter sent by Carrot and learned that the guardian had found out that these dark wizards were most likely sent by Voldemort.

As soon as Horn saw the name "Voldemort", he was immediately furious and cursed in his heart: You Voldemort, I haven't even bothered you yet, but you take the initiative to provoke me!

Okay, if you are unkind, don’t blame me for being unjust!

So he quickly took out paper and pen, and in a moment he had finished writing a letter and put it into an envelope.

Then, Horn took the letter, walked hurriedly to Draco, and slammed the letter heavily on the table.

This sudden action made Harry, Carlotta and others mistakenly believe that Horn was going to attack Draco. They were so scared that they rushed forward and grabbed Horn's hand tightly.

They all said in unison, "Horn, don't be impulsive. Let's talk it over nicely. Don't do anything!"

Seeing everyone's reaction, Horn realized that they had misunderstood his intentions, and hurriedly explained: "Oh, you misunderstood, I'm not here to cause trouble for Xiaolong."

After swearing and swearing again and again, everyone reluctantly let go of his hands.

Horn looked at the confused Draco, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Xiaolong, please take the letter back to Voldemort."

Draco was already confused by Horn's series of actions. When he heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak: "Horn, you..."

Horn waved his hand, interrupting him, and said earnestly: "Xiaolong, don't worry, I know you are also helpless, I will not implicate you, you can rest assured."

After saying that, he returned to his seat and continued writing. After finishing another letter, he gave it to Luobo and asked him to deliver it back to the guardian's base as soon as possible.

That night, two cool-looking, mysterious alchemical red cannons suddenly appeared in front of a shop in Diagon Alley.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, an experiment of astonishing power was conducted, with roars of cannons and flames shooting into the sky. The powerful force instantly frightened some wizards with ill intentions, making them dare not have any improper thoughts.

Not far from the Whomping Willow, there is a dilapidated three-story shed with a stale and decayed smell in the air.

A man in a tattered black vest was slumped on a tattered sofa. His hair was as messy as a bird's nest, his face was full of stubble, and his eyes revealed a melancholy and lonely temperament. He looked like a "Sharp Brother".

He gnashed his teeth, his face full of anger, and kept muttering: "I didn't expect you were still alive! Yes, yes, it must be the work of a despicable villain like you."

"Lupin, our decision back then was totally wrong. It was so wrong! Woo woo woo... James, Lily, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you and tear that shameless man into pieces!"

Sometimes he looked kind and whispered softly, "Harry, I will take good care of you, for sure."

At the same time, in a dark, damp, musty-smelling street corner in London.

A disheveled, ragged man was gnawing on a piece of hard bread with an expressionless face, like a zombie.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, like a pool of stagnant water. He was numb to everything around him, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him and he had nothing to lose.

At this moment, a strange flame suddenly appeared beside him without any warning. The flame seemed to have magical power. It instantly spread like wildfire and turned into a small fire tornado, raging and swirling around him.

However, the sloppy man seemed to have heard and seen nothing, and continued to eat the bread mechanically.

"Lupin..."

A shout broke the silence. The sloppy man was terrified as if he was suddenly whipped. He instinctively wanted to run away.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was quick to stop him in time.

Dumbledore looked at the man huddled against the wall in front of him, his face full of pity and heartache, and said softly, "Lupin, it's me, Dumbledore."

Remus Lupin was startled when he heard the voice, then a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, but was soon replaced by hesitation and guilt. He stammered, "Professor Dumbledore, what do you want to talk to me about? I may not be able to help, and I'm afraid I will disappoint you."

Dumbledore shook his head slowly, with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, and said slowly: "No, Lupin, you have always been an excellent and kind child. From the moment I went to your house to discuss with your parents about letting you go to Hogwarts, I knew you were a good child."

After a long time, no one knew what Dumbledore and Lupin talked about, until Dumbledore left.

Lupin was alone there, muttering to himself: "Okay, Harry Potter, Dumbledore, I will do my best to do this well."