HP Wizard Age

December, like every year, brought snow and piles of homework.And as Christmas approached, the prefects' patrols stepped up, and Umbridge's special investigation team didn't seem to have much effect.

This made her very angry, and in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, she intensified her efforts to embarrass the object of her suspicion, and controlled the entire Hogwarts even stronger.

Astria had sent Hermione a message before that Umbridge was interrogating the students with Veritaserum, telling them to be more careful. In order to avoid suspicion, they communicated less in the library, and most of the time they let Crewe Keshan delivers the message.

Hermione also told her that the DA army was well established, Harry was a good teacher, and Asteria gave her a list of attack spells, and she believed that the smart Hermione would know how to use it.

After Astria finished her homework, she also wrote the application for staying in school for Christmas.

At the beginning of the fifth grade, their family agreed that she didn't have to go back this year, and Hogwarts was safer.

Draco also saw the application form, and after she finished writing it, he held the form and looked at it for a long time. He also wanted to stay in the school, but he had to go back, because the mysterious man had entered Malfoy Manor. Sincerely, he must come forward as the heir.

There may also be a banquet held by the families involved.Thinking of this, Draco sneered inwardly.

The slightly cool fingertips lightly touched the center of his brows, Draco subconsciously relaxed his brows, noticing his conditioned reflex, he let out a wistful smile, and then suppressed his inner worries in the bottom of his heart.

Astria withdrew her hand, leaned over and kissed his forehead, "Maybe Mr. Malfoy would be willing to consider yours first, spell treatise?"

Hearing this, Draco's expression froze. Thinking of the Charms class tomorrow, he had no choice but to put down the form in his hand and immerse himself in his homework. He envied his girlfriend for not having to write a spell paper.

Astria looked particularly relaxed because she had two papers less than them, she smiled at the back of Draco writing the papers, and sat back on the bed.She knew how much pressure Draco was under. Malfoy was a great noble among those Death Eaters, so Draco would inevitably walk with the Slytherin Death Eaters, even if he wasn't very happy about those things, You have to force yourself to do it and say some hypocritical things.

Astria was distressed.In addition to increasing their strength, there is no other way.

The next day, when Astria walked into the restaurant, she was surprised to find that Hermione was the only one sitting at the long Gryffindor table.

Harry, Ron, not only them, the Weasleys were gone.She was not the only one who discovered this, many people were very curious.

Apparently something happened last night.

But what happened, the Weasleys were gone?Astria thought of many possibilities that she couldn't think of.

Umbridge was very angry when she found out that there were so many people missing all of a sudden. Some people said that her hysterical questioning could be heard in Dumbledore's office.

When Asteria received Dumbledore's letter, she was in the bell tower when a letter suddenly appeared above her head and then fell into her palm.

Dumbledore sent her to his office.

Standing in front of the stone statue, Asteria shouted with complicated emotions, "Zizi honey candy."

The wall behind the stone beast automatically split in half, revealing a self-rotating spiral staircase leading to the principal's office.

"Miss Knightley." Dumbledore stood beside his phoenix and looked towards the door after hearing the movement. "Would you like a cup of hot cocoa? The wind here always blows from the top, just like the clock tower." He pointed to the chair next to him, signaling to sit down.

"Thank you very much, Principal Dumbledore." After Asteria sat down, a cup of hot cocoa floated in front of her, and she picked it up and drank it.

She also understood a little when she heard the clock tower, Dumbledore should have known the last conversation she had with Harry.

"I've received a letter from your father. Hogwarts is safe. You can stay here with peace of mind during the holidays. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick are in school."

Knightley's position is not completely on the side of the Order of the Phoenix. Although the Ministry of Magic has lost their support for their actions, their blows are indeed effective.But Knightley has the characteristics of Slytherin after all. The shrewd and cunning Slytherin will not put all eggs in the same basket.

They and the Order of the Phoenix should be regarded as a cooperative relationship of interests.

So Astria is not surprised that Dumbledore contacted her father.I'm afraid he also knows that the Malfoy family is not all about the Dark Lord.

Dumbledore is a sometimes shrewd Slytherin-like Gryffindor.That's what her great-great-grandparents said of him.

Astria nodded with a smile.The principal calling her here is definitely not just a matter of staying in school.

Sure enough, Dumbledore said, why aren't Harry and the Weasleys at Hogwarts? They are now visiting Mr. Weasley at St. Mungo's Hospital for Wounds and Wounds.

Because Harry felt that he could communicate with the You-Know-Who, he saw Mr. Weasley killed and saved Mr. Weasley's life.

Astria shook her hand holding the cup, which they never thought of. In this way, they would be defeated too easily...

She fell silent.

She thought about why Dumbledore had kept Harry from knowing their plans.Maybe Dumbledore had already guessed that their minds would be connected, so he kept Harry out of the way and avoided him.

While lamenting that Dumbledore had thought of so much, she also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like she was alive after a catastrophe, because in Harry's eyes, she had a bad relationship with Draco.

This feeling was so bad that she began to think about whether she had said something she shouldn't have said, but luckily, she hadn't.

"I hope Miss Knightley can help Harry learn, Occlumency."

Dumbledore said this, and he must have told her family.Because the Occlumency of the Prophet family is just as good.

And she has no way to refuse, they need to get rid of this hidden danger.

"Okay. Very happy." She knew that Dumbledore was using Knightley's abilities, but getting Harry to learn Occlumency was a priority now.

"Professor Dumbledore, when Knightley shows his sincerity, I also hope that you can help him when he is in danger." Astria put down the cup and looked directly at Dumbledore.

"Of course, Miss Knightley. In a sense, we are allies," said Dumbledore.

Another thing they all knew was that the blood of the Knightley family would definitely not be obtained by the Dark Lord.

Astria came down the stairs just in time to bump into Hermione.

They didn't communicate much, and Hermione went up to find Dumbledore.

Astria didn't go to the bell tower anymore, she wandered alone in the huge castle.

She was lying on the stone railing of the window, and she could still see Draco sitting on the tree in the lawn downstairs with a group of Slytherins following him, and she could also see Parkinson sitting on the stone bench under the tree.

She rested her chin, looking at the platinum-blonde head sitting on the tree in the distance in a daze, she chose a good place, Draco and the others couldn't see her, but she could look at her boyfriend unscrupulously.

She was thinking, why... the mysterious man could connect with Harry's head.

Is there such magic?

Even if there are so many and complicated mantras in the east, there is no connection between the two minds.

Astria felt like she was catching a cloud of fog, which was clearly in front of her eyes, but she couldn't catch it in her palm.

She's not the kind of person who doesn't want to, just let it go.She likes to write down the doubts immediately and sort them out.

Don't miss out on every inspiration.That's what her great-grandmother, who was born in Ravenclaw, told her.

She found an abandoned classroom, wrote all the related events between the two people in the air, reorganized, put them together, and found relevant points.

She finally found out that the first grade mysterious man was possessed by Professor Quirrell, and the second grade was in the diary. Is it possible to lean over Harry?

Astria was terrified by her guess.

She thought of a secret technique in the East, Duoshe.In line with the mysterious man's evil thinking, she tried her best to think in the evil side, for fear that she would not think of it.

The forces of the East and the West actually have something in common. Astria asked Professor Snape for a note, allowing her to enter the first area of ​​the library.

In order to make herself appear sincere, Astria kept smiling at Professor Snape flatteringly.

Then Professor Snape quickly wrote the note, and threw it along with the note, put away your stupid smile Knightley.

Astria, who was stunned, had no choice but to put away her smile, picked up the note, and exited the office as quietly as a chicken.

A directed search is always fast.Hogwarts sex was even more daring than she'd imagined.

The moment she knew about it, she was so frightened that she knocked over the desk lamp next to her. The sound of shattering glass called Mrs. Pince, and she was kicked out by Mrs. Pince along with her notes in a trance.

She held the rolls of parchment foolishly for a long time before running to Headmaster Dumbledore's office.

When Asteria stood in the office again, looking at Dumbledore's intelligent eyes, she suddenly felt that this Slytherin-like Gryffindor must have guessed it too.

"Miss Knightley, it's already night time." Dumbledore just finished speaking, and the magic clock clanged in response.

Astria handed him the parchment directly.The data proves everything.

"You really surprised me, kid." Dumbledore's glasses almost slid up to the tip of his nose, without the cover of the lenses, the light in those eyes made Astria feel a little uncomfortable, feeling like he was about to be seen through.