Popular Web NovelsChapter 565 Just close your eyes and lie down and it will be fineChapter 565: Just close your eyes and lie down and you'll be fine
Just after Dumbledore announced the end of the banquet, there was a sound of tables, chairs and benches clashing in the auditorium. Neville stood up in panic, holding on to his slightly trembling hand. A voice shouted:
"First years, this way!"
A group of freshmen timidly walked down the aisle between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables They came over, their young faces shrank back as much as possible, not daring to show their faces, but they blinked their bright eyes and looked at the somewhat shy prefect curiously.
Neville's throat was tight. He was sure that he was not so nervous when he was first sorted into Gryffindor: "Follow... follow me, don't get into the ranks of other houses. "
Fortunately, as soon as she led the freshmen out of the auditorium, Parvati took over the guidance task with a smile and a calm expression:
"The place just now is the auditorium. We eat here and receive reception here. Packages and letters delivered by owls, attending special events held by the school here, in short, besides the common room, this will be the place where you spend the longest time in the school..."
"Our The prefect looks very reliable."
Loren, still holding an egg tart in his hand, said to Hermione as he watched the freshmen lining up in a row and walking out of the door neatly.
"Neville has always been reliable."
"Oh! You mean Parvati is unreliable?"
"..."
Listening to the two people muttering nonsense wisecracks, Harry stabbed him with his arm. He poked Ron and said in a voice that only four people could hear: "I'm going to talk to Dumbledore about dreams. Do you want to go together?"
"I want to go!" Ron raised his hand in response .
"Loren, Hermione, where are you?"
"Forget it, we plan to go back early and make the bed."
"Huh?" Ron looked at them in surprise.
"See you later."
Harry didn't say much. He nodded and pulled Ron out of the auditorium. He pushed through the crowd and hurried up the marble stairs. Leaving behind many whispers and pointing fingers, he quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs.
"Harry looks a little unhappy..." Hermione looked back and smiled helplessly.
"No one would be happy to be looked at like that during the whole dinner." Loren shook his head. "When the Daily Prophet was instructed by the Ministry of Magic to slander Dumbledore, it also brought him along. , saying that he couldn't distinguish between reality and fantasy, saying that he was a reckless fool who made up lies full of loopholes just to show off..."
Hermione sighed softly: "Parvati and Lavender It was fine before the holiday, but now I am beginning to doubt Harry. Just now, I heard them discussing whether Dumbledore had any signs of Alzheimer's disease. I really don't know what they think?"
Loren swallowed the last bite of the egg tart and clapped his hands noncommittally: "Let's go back and see what the roommates think."
The Gryffindor common room looks as inviting as ever I felt happy. The circular room in the tower was filled with armchairs and old tables. The cloth on the surface had been worn away. The legs of the table were rickety and creaking, but they were very comfortable to sit on, and they were loose and soft.
A fire was crackling in the fireplace, and several people were squatting there chatting and stretching their hands leisurely to warm themselves up.
On the other side of the room, Fred and George were pinning something on the bulletin board. When they saw Hermione, they straightened their backs to cover up the notice behind them, and happily waved good night to them.
Loren returned to the dormitory and found that Seamus and Neville had returned and were dragging Dean from the dormitory next door to put posters and photos on the wall next to the bed.
"My mother didn't want me to come back. Have you read the articles in the Daily Prophet..." Seamus concentrated on adjusting the poster of the Kestrel Quidditch team. , "She also heard some gossip from the wizard tavern. For example, he was the one who murdered Crouch and his son. Those people said that he did have that strength." "Who? Dumbledore? This is really a bad joke!"
Dean was going to continue teasing a few words, but turned around and saw Loren pushing the door open and coming in, smiling and saying to him: "Hey, Loren! How are you doing during the summer vacation? "
"It's not bad, it feels like the holiday is over before it even begins."
"I feel the same way!" Dean agreed deeply, shaking his head and sighing, "Obviously it feels like the year-end party was just yesterday. It turns out that tonight is the sorting party, alas..."
Loren stood by the bed, took out the sheets and quilts prepared at home, and replied while making the bed: "That's not a big deal, after all, the Daily Prophet Each page is marked with dates, proving that the holidays do end day by day."
Hearing this, Seamus' ears perked up and he looked at him with wide eyes in surprise: "Loren, you too. Are you following the Daily Prophet?"
"Check it out occasionally"
"What do you think of the news above?"
Seamus considered the words and lowered his voice and asked, "Harry was really poisoned by the Acromantula and seduced by Xinkpunk. , was the hallucination caused by the Boggart in the end? "
"Didn't you ask Harry already? "
"He...he said there is no answer to this question, or the real answer. The question is, do I believe the Ministry of Magic, or do I believe Dumbledore..."
Seamus avoided his gaze and scratched his head, "Of course I believe Dumbledore, he is also very good tonight. Sober, not looking like an old fool...well...well, mainly my mother, she heard a lot of gossip."
"Isn't this very clear?" Loren took out his autumn pajamas and shook them. "If you still don't have the answer in your heart, then speculate on the consequences of different choices."
"Huh?"
"Listen to the news released by the Ministry of Magic. It means world peace. There is no returning Dark Lord lurking in the dark. Do what you should do. If the Ministry of Magic is wrong, bury your head in the sand when the danger comes. Live a normal life, just close your eyes and go to the ground."
"What...what do you mean?" Simo looked confused.
Neville, who had been making the bed silently, raised his head and said in a faint voice: "If you are hit by the Death Eater's death curse, you can close your eyes and lie down peacefully."
"If you believe Dumbledore, you will be in trouble. You must be prepared to face war. You must store sufficient emergency food and potions, protect yourself around the house, and try to master apparation. It is best to be ready at any time. Portkeys or fireplaces for retreat. If Dumbledore is wrong, your emergency work will be in vain, and it will take a long time to finish the food reserves..."
"..."< br>
Seamus lowered his head silently.
He finally understood the feelings of the Slytherin Quidditch players in the past few years. There were no vulgar words or insulting words, but those words were like sharp ice particles that kept going to his heart. The tenderest part was pricked, and it felt cold and painful.
Dean beside him blinked and quietly took two steps to the side.
(End of this chapter)