Popular Web NovelsChapter 493 Feedback from the MessengerChapter 493 Feedback from the Messenger
"So many Death Eaters have escaped trial!"
Hermione asked in surprise.
The fire in the common room was burning brightly, and the warm heat filled the whole room. On the small table by the window, Harry had already recorded everything he saw in front of the office door, and what he saw later. Almost everything that was projected and seen in Snape's memory was told to Ron, Loren and Hermione.
"Yeah, I didn't expect Ludo Bagman to have participated in the Death Eaters' activities." Harry's head was dizzy, and he seemed to realize what Dumbledore once said, in his mind What does it mean if his thoughts are too full? Now he also wants to take some out to relax his bulging temples.
"And Karkaroff and Crouch..." Ron whispered: "It's incredible that they can still live together peacefully."
"I really didn't expect that it was Dumbledore who vouched for it. Snape was exempted from trial." Harry looked up at Loren and tried to keep his words from being too fierce. "I mean, even though he knew that Snape was a Death Eater, he still wanted to believe him. "
Speaking of Snape, Harry felt a little incredible. He looked through Snape's memories rashly, and Snape poured poison into his mouth one bottle after another. It's not surprising that he made his own specimens and put them in glass jars, but in the end he only had some academy points deducted and one month of confinement, but he was still confined under Filch's hands.
Thinking about what Snape did for him in the past few years, it seems that the professor is not so annoying anymore...
Loren stared at the fire in the common room, The strong flames danced briskly in the dark eyes. Hermione, who was always good at analyzing things, didn't speak for a long time. She sat there with her forehead in her hands and her eyes looking at her knees.
That night, the four of them stayed in the common room until late, discussing these things over and over. Harry's head became more and more dizzy and painful, and his ears were filled with Ron's chirping voice. Everything he knew about the Death Eaters was told.
...
The lights in the principal's office at night are soft, and the portraits and silverware on the walls are no longer making any noise. Fox's head is buried under the roots of his wings, and his slight snoring makes the office look... Quieter.
"...This is what happens in duel practice." Watching Dumbledore continue to add sugar cubes to the hot cocoa, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. "Morgan is almost playing with other people. Miss Ranger pursues reason too much, which may become a loophole in the ever-changing battle... Potter has made rapid progress, and Weasley is at the bottom, but compared to students of the same grade, he is already very good."
Even stronger than many adult wizards...
"Principal Dippet said that if you make friends with outstanding people, you will become outstanding yourself." Dumbledore took a sip of the sweet hot cocoa, and his eyes showed a bit of satisfaction, "It's just that for Harry In fact, he needs to progress faster."
Professor McGonagall's expression became solemn and he couldn't help but ask: "You mean..."
Dumbledore shook his head. : "Severus and I tried many times, and also consulted Babling's suggestions, but we couldn't peel it off without damaging the container."
"In this case..."
Professor McGonagall sat in front of the desk, quietly looking at the reflection of the silverware on the table, her expression calmed down.
That person was lurking in the castle, and because his name was enchanted, the two of them tacitly agreed not to mention the words Voldemort, Horcrux, etc., not because of fear, but because they were worried about disturbing his ghost and triggering unexpected changes.
They still don't know Voldemort's purpose of lurking into the school, nor do they know how many secrets he has buried in this castle. They don't know what else is there besides the crown, and they don't know that he already has it. Little Barty, why would he sneak in personally instead of controlling everything behind the scenes?
But they could feel that Voldemort was plotting against Harry, learning bit by bit information about Harry, and turning Harry and all his information into firewood for a complete resurrection, just waiting for the third one. The project arrives, ignited with a fire full of mystery and magic.
Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore's hanging white beard, and the old headmaster was waiting for his resurrection to use the majestic magic in this old body to completely destroy his conspiracy.
Professor McGonagall breathed softly and asked softly: "Albus, are you sure?"
Dumbledore slowly shook the white porcelain tea cup, and the search for Horcruxes was progressing faster than he expected. Crown, ring, gold cup...
He grinned at the opposite side, showing a bit of an old urchin's irregularity: "Look at my beard and wrinkles, Miller Baby, I'm old now, and all the things you think about are things for young people."
"..."
Professor McGonagall looked at him silently, with a straight look in her eyes. It made people feel scared, and Dumbledore stopped smiling: "How is the communication with other intelligent races going?"
"Most of them went well, but we encountered some obstacles on the Giant Island." Dumbledore said slowly. Miss Beetle's expression was a little strange as she used vulgar and vicious curses in the letter. "Miss Skeeter wrote back and told me that she Giant Gogo is nowhere to be seen. They don't talk to anyone who can't reach their knees."
Professor McGonagall frowned slightly.
"Don't worry, Minerva, after this term is over, I will ask Madam Maxime and Hagrid to go again, they will definitely be able to reach the giant's knees."
" ..." Professor McGonagall was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "Hagrid must be very happy to take on this task."
A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face.
...
The time comes to mid-April.
The Easter holiday is coming, and there are as many homework assignments as ever.
Honeydukes Candy Store has launched hundreds of flavors of Easter egg candies. All the shops in Hogsmeade are covered with Easter eggs. Wizards from Muggle families have brought various ingenious skills. Create a variety of gorgeous and exquisite Easter eggs through inlaying, mounting, wrapping and even batik methods.
Neville brought back another box of candies. Loren's favorite was the Easter egg ice cream. It was as big as a dragon egg and contained seven kinds of colorful ice cream at once. The shell was made of chocolate and had a rich sweet aroma. The mouthfeel is silky smooth.
Holding an ice cream as big as a dragon egg, Loren came to the lake and found Hermione under the green beech tree.
Hearing the footsteps on the fallen grass, Hermione looked up from the thick book. She leaned against the tree trunk, wearing a white short jacket with dark patterns and a black cotton and linen blended wide shoulder strap. skirt, the square neckline reveals the eye-catching white neck and collarbone, and the washed jeans outline the slender legs.
Her head tilted slightly, and there was some doubt in her beautiful eyes: "What is this?"
"Neville bought the Easter ice cream, I brought it over to share with you." Luo Lun's eyes moved slightly downward unconsciously, "The outer shell is chocolate, and there are seven flavors inside."
"It's almost lunch time."
"No lunch."
"..."
Hermione's eyes flickered.
(End of this chapter)