94 hp Diagon Alley

Come this corner until George scratches the letter Jr in the palm of her hand.She immediately figured out all the things that didn't make sense before.Yes, who would doubt a dead man?This loss, they suffered once from Peter Pettigrew last year.

"Why didn't they catch him right away?" she said to George, shuddering.

George was also at a loss, and could only say: "Maybe you are waiting for an opportunity?"

"Then we should indeed keep it a secret from Harry."

"Harry is the one who has the most right to know the truth." George disagreed. If that dangerous fake professor was targeting Harry, how could they let Harry trust a Death Eater wholeheartedly?

"You said it yourself, the more you know, the more you'll be exposed," Gwen explained calmly, "and Sirius is in the school. If Dumbledore thinks there's anything Harry could know, his godfather should was the first to tell him."

"I can't take it. We're pretty good friends with Harry," said George stiffly.

Look, Gwen snickered inwardly, although my boyfriend is smart and brave, sensible and mature, but he treats his friends like a little boy who can't lie.

"We can help him in other ways." Gwen patted George on the back reassuringly, "For example, I am willing to sacrifice myself to be a magician like Professor Trelawney-warning him of all my bad premonitions. "

"Then I'll tell him that the Marauder's Map was confiscated by his godfather." George smirked. "That's their housework."

Gwen and George probably guessed it, and after they left, there was an unpleasant discussion in the headmaster's office.

"How could he be alive?" Snape asked darkly.

"I think we all know that Azkaban can't stop some talented wizards." Dumbledore's mood didn't seem to be disturbed, and he could still look at Sirius and joke.

The latter was now on the verge of erupting, "Let me go! Let me go and get him! The loathsome, filthy Death Eater!"

"Calm down, Sirius." Dumbledore's slightly dignified voice suppressed him, "We need to figure out his purpose."

Snape looked up at the headmaster with puzzled eyes, as if he had told a big joke, "Purpose? What purpose could he have? Except to kill Potter and sacrifice it to his master."

"He had a chance to kill Harry on the first level, but he didn't." Dumbledore pointed out sharply. "In fact, he seems to have a complete plan, so we should also formulate a plan to deal with it."

The crowd fell into contemplation.

"Even if he won't endanger Harry's life for the time being, the big plan you mentioned will only be worse, not better." Sirius said in a muffled voice, how could he be calm?There is a dangerous person who is eyeing tigers and hiding in the castle of Hogwarts, and he has to teach his godson every week!

"Watch him, Severus, and see what he's up to." Dumbledore looked at Snape now.The old bat-like professor was very dissatisfied with this request, but he couldn't find a reason to refuse.I can only accept it with disgust like being stuffed with a candied pineapple.

"Protect Harry, Sirius. Harry needs to make sure he doesn't sneak out alone again. You said that Harry's scar has hurt again recently?"

Snape subconsciously grasped his left forearm upon hearing this.

"During the summer vacation, one day he had a nightmare, and he got up in the morning and held his scar." Sirius looked worried. "Harry didn't tell me what he dreamed about, but it seems that his scar has been stinging again recently."

Snape turned his back on him, and whispered to Dumbledore, "It's back... Karkaroff's too... more clearly and clearly than ever before..."

Dumbledore sighed again, looking even older and weary. "The years of Voldemort's growing power have seen several disappearances. Bertha Jorkins disappeared without a trace from Voldemort's last hiding place, Mr. Crouch disappeared ... and a third disappearance Incident, unfortunately the Ministry of Magic dismissed it as insignificant, as the missing man was a Muggle. His name was Frank Bryce, and he lived in the village where Voldemort's father was born. He hadn't been seen since last August. You know, I read the Muggle papers, unlike most of my friends in the Ministry."

Dumbledore looked at Sirius and Snape very seriously: "I think these disappearances are connected, but the Ministry doesn't think so. If he can't kill Harry, then what do they want? Hopefully I'm not wrong, then we can properly let Moody carry out his mission. Maybe this is an opportunity." He nodded his glasses with a finger, "We still need Lupine...to do some investigations...his mission is to Executed ahead of schedule."

"Don't act rashly, Sirius." Dumbledore suddenly turned to Black, who lowered his head and didn't know what to think. "Little Crouch is a dangerous and cruel wizard. At the same time, he is very powerful and cautious. Complete your task and don't startle the enemy."

The jealous Sirius remembered how that man showed off his achievements in Azkaban-the Longbottoms-and many poor people.

"Old Ollivander's children—" His eyes widened angrily.

Dumbledore's voice was full of grief they had seldom heard, "I don't think Miss Ollivander knows about it just yet. Garrick won't tell her..." Having said this, the great white The wizard gradually eased his expression, and there was a little light in his eyes.

"Did I read it wrong?" Snape snorted sarcastically, "You look a little happy?"

"I'm really happy, Severus." Dumbledore even added a cup of tea to himself, "because I see more possibilities. For Harry, for the next generation of little wizards—hope."

second item

George and Gwen hadn't quite figured out how to explain the whereabouts of the Marauder's Map to Harry, but Sirius seemed to be one step ahead of them.So when the two of them met Harry's trio at the dinner table, he was still a little surprised, "Hey, I know you guys put away the map for me that night. But how did you end up at Sirius?"

"Didn't Mr. Black tell you?" Gwen decided to show more respect to Harry's godfather after the meeting. Just because he can turn into a cute big dog, you can't forget that he is a wizard who can rival Snape— —Of course, this is just Gwen's guess.

"No, he also warned me not to wander around the castle by myself." Harry looked dejected. "It's not like him at all."

George shrugged, "Harry, for the sake of Gryffindor, be careful." He stirred his mushroom soup over and over with a spoon, "Snape has been trying to catch you. Let alone the other two The school has students at Hogwarts too, in case—”

"In case they try to trip you up, like Krum." Ron let out his anger by mutilating the sausages on his plate with a fork.

"Little Ronnie, I thought you loved him the most." Fred joined the conversation.

Gwen poked Hermione curiously, "Why is he still angry? Christmas is almost half a month away."

Hermione rolled her huge eyes, "To be honest, Gwen, who should be more angry."

Gwen immediately raised her hand to show that she was on the witch's side.

"...and I don't have time for night tours, I have to figure out a way to get through the second project." Harry complained across the table to the twins.

"So what's he up against this time?" Gwen asked Miss Know-It-All curiously. "Hares? Teach trolls ballet?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Do you know of any spells that allow a person to survive at the bottom of the lake for an hour?"

"Water and fire are safe?" Gwen said subconsciously.

"Don't be kidding, Gwen." Hermione retorted seriously, "Harry is going to hunt for treasure at the bottom of the lake, water and fire can only keep him dry, and he needs oxygen."

"Bubble head spell?" Gwen tried to dig out her knowledge base, "Garrick used to use it when catching water snakes. The spell is Ebublio. If the spell is successful, there will be a big bubble around the head. But this is not a simple magic spell." Curse, I thought it would take at least the seventh grade to learn it."

Hermione looked confident, but Gwen reminded her that Harry was still a fourth year student who would spit juice at the sight of a pretty girl.

"Why didn't Sirius teach you the Animagus?" Fred whispered to Harry, leaning forward. "You can be any fish—preferably not a squid—and the big guy under the Black Lake might think you're his offspring, or a beautiful female squid."

Harry showed a disgusted expression, and Ron clapped hands with his brother through him, "I think so too, even if I become a goldfish or a frog?"

"It takes years to become an Animagus, and then you have to register, so there's a lot of trouble." Hermione said vaguely, "Professor McGonagall told us, remember... you have to go to the Prohibition of Abuse Register at the Magic Office... what animal do you want to turn into, and what mark do you have, so that others will not hurt you..."

"And what if the animal you turn into can't swim?" Gwen disagreed, "Think about it, Harry. Even if you're so talented, you can learn it in a month, and you find your anima the night before the competition." Gus is a cat or a dog or a bee." Gwen said, looking at Harry who was trying to swallow the fruit pie, "even if you're lucky