Popular Web NovelsChapter 571 Clues RevealedChapter 571: Clues Revealed
The weather is cold, the wind is biting, and gloomy lead clouds are deposited above the head. There is no heavy rain, because the fine raindrops often fall when the morning light is dim.
The heat of summer seemed to be left far behind when the express train drove through the fields. Autumn at Hogwarts quickly replaced the traces of summer, and the lawns of the grounds were still green. Green, water droplets bent the grass blades and soaked the hems of the young wizards' robes. As they walked down the grass slope to the cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the cool water vapor caressed their cheeks, feeling cool.
Loren felt that the weather was very comfortable, and his steps became much lighter unconsciously. Hermione had the paper on Transfiguration and the homework of Charms class in her mind, and she let him hold her hand and rock it up and down.
Harry and Ron gathered together and whispered. After two days of observation, they had already discovered that something was wrong with Hagrid, and they were full of curiosity about it.
Walking through the field, you can see the fourth-year Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students gathering at the entrance of the greenhouse. Luna and Ginny are taking herbal medicine class this time... After passing the greenhouse for a while, you can see Hagrid in the distance. The professor was standing ten meters away from the door of the cabin. The professor of Care of Magical Creatures, a burly hybrid giant, was still waiting for the arrival of the little wizards with a smile on his face as in previous years.
"Long time no see, dear children!"
"Long time no see, Professor Hagrid!"
The little wizards responded to the greetings in long tones. Thanks to Professor Umbridge's strict requirements, the speech was neat and orderly and the enunciation was clear.
"Is everyone here?"
Hagrid grinned even more warmly, "Then let's get started... For you, this year is an especially important year..."
Even Hagrid, who has always been carefree, also said Like other professors, they spent fifteen minutes emphasizing the importance of the O.W.L.s exam before officially starting teaching.
"Who can tell me the names of these things?"
Hagrid pointed to the trestle table in front of him. There were many twigs on it, and only the twigs on the table were visible. Suddenly jumped into the air, revealing their true colors. Each one looked like an elf made of wood. Each one had brown, lumpy legs and arms, and each hand had two branch-like fingers. Two small, round brown eyes gleamed in each of the flat, bark-like funny faces.
"The Bowtruckle!"
"Good boy, five points for Gryffindor. Yes, these animals are Bowtruckles. They usually live on trees whose branches can be used as wands. They usually eat pests as food, and their favorite food is earth turtles and fairy eggs... "
Yaya squatted not far away and straightened his head. He looked at the little guys jumping around on the table. He wanted to rush up and bite them. That's what hounds are like. Seeing the size of them I want to play tricks on small animals. Sometimes they are birds on the trees, sometimes they are butterflies in the flowers, sometimes they are mice in the woodpile. Guys like the Bowtruckle, which are only the size of a palm and cannot fly, are the most suitable. Made dog toys.
But those densely packed and squirming turtle worms kept Yaya away. Bugs were the most troublesome. If they fell into the dog's hair, they would disappear. They would also burrow into the skin and flesh, making the dog angry again It's itchy and painful, but you can't bite or scratch it. After a lot of tossing, any dog will go crazy.
Loren and the others are no strangers to this thing. After all, Rolf carries a few with him, and he can always take them out to play with when he and Hufflepuff are in class. They had seen wild ones, and there were also ones in the Whomping Willow tree. Harry and Ron had close encounters several times when they seriously injured the Whomping Willow, so they could be considered old friends.
After Hagrid announced free activities and asked the students to observe the Bowtruckle, others gathered around the partition table. Instead, Loren and others avoided the crowd and quietly walked around Hagrid.
"Hiss..."
Hagrid, who gave half a lecture in one breath, rubbed his cheekbones covered by his beard and soothed the swollen wounds where the congestion had not yet dispersed. He was sore and slightly aching, Glo. Although Pu has learned some common sense, he has not completely gotten rid of the long-term habits in the giant tribe. Sometimes when he reprimands him forcefully, Grawp still cannot control his strength.
However, compared to a week ago, Glopp has made obvious progress.
"Hagrid, what are you doing?"
Harry suddenly stuck his head out and looked at his face suspiciously.
"Hiss..."
Hagrid's hand shook, and he pressed heavily on the swollen injured area, squeezing his cheekbones and palms at the same time, and the congestion under the skin dispersed instantly, completely and painfully. He grinned, tears swayed in his eyes, and his nose was crooked.
"Hagrid, are you injured? What's going on? Who did it?" Harry became nervous instantly and reached out to pick off his hand to see the wound.
"Don't... hurt... it hurts..."
"Where does it hurt, let me see!"
"Hiss..."
After a while of fussing, Hagrid took a long time to explain clearly, and finally sat down against the stone under the fence, looking ahead with unfocused eyes and a dazed expression, and the wound throbbed. , exhausted both physically and mentally.
What does that saying mean? The more you care about someone, the more painful it will be for them to hurt you.
Sure enough, the injuries caused by Grawp and Harry hurt...
"Your brother Grawp has gone too far!" Harry frowned and said in a deep voice, "You Is it really okay to confine him to the Forbidden Forest like this? I saw that you still have a lot of scars on your face, especially the cheekbones, which are all black and blue..."
Hagrid waved his hand and said in a sullen voice: "He has become better behaved, knows a little bit of our politeness, and is slowly learning human language."
"Is this so?" Harry said on his face. It's full of worries, obviously not at ease.
"…"
Hagrid's eyes bypassed Harry and looked at the two people behind him. He said a little tiredly, "You guys, come to my place on Saturday. I will take you. Go and see him. Loren, Hermione, you must come, Grawp misses you too."
Loren and Hermione nodded with difficulty.
The rain in September comes and goes, and I don't know when it stopped. The edge of the Forbidden Forest is filled with the unique smell after the rain, a rich earthy smell, and a fresh grassy smell. In such an environment, the entire lungs and chest become refreshed. stand up. "Children, before next lesson, I would like everyone to complete a sketch of each part of the Bowtruckle's body."
Hagrid listened. In a tone of voice, he assigned after-school homework, packed up the Bowtruckle, and walked back dejectedly with his teeth, one step deep and one shallow, leaving only the faint sound of inhaling.
Harry watched the man and the dog walk away, and sighed melancholy: "Grawp is really an ignorant brother, what do you think?"
"..."< br>
Loren tried hard to suppress his smile and nodded solemnly: "That's right!"
The next period for the fifth-year Gryffindors was herbal medicine. When they arrived at the door of the greenhouse, they happened to catch up with Ginny and After Luna finished class, the two girls simply said hello and left in a hurry. After all, no girl wanted to talk to someone covered in the smell of dragon manure.
As everyone expected, Professor Sprout preached to everyone about the importance of exams as soon as the class started. The little wizards sighed. Sometimes they hoped that all teachers would stop talking about this matter. When they think about there being so much homework after class, they feel tense and restless. This restlessness turns into tiredness after a whole class.
The herbal medicine class ended, and the little wizards left the greenhouse one after another and walked towards the castle foyer.
"Merlin's stinky boots!" Ron sniffed the smell of fermented organic fertilizer on his body and retched in disgust, "Our first-year herbal medicine class is composting, and our second-year herbal medicine class is composting… …and until fifth grade, we were still composting!"
Neville smiled and said: "Actually, I quite like the herbal medicine class. The smell of fertilizer no longer smells bad after a long time, and sometimes you can still smell the fragrance of plants."
"Loren and Hermione said that feces smells good even when diluted. Guess whether I believe it or not."
The little wizards around them laughed.
The cool and fine raindrops fell again, and the fresh air washed over the numb nose, making the hanging heart fall. The days of the fifth grade at Hogwarts were filled with anxiety like this. It started with laughter.
...
Saturday, a cold and wet morning.
Exit the post office on the central avenue of Hogsmeade and turn into a small road next to it. There is a small bar at the intersection. A tattered wooden sign hangs on a rusty bracket on the door with the following words: A severed pig head, blood stains seeping through the white cloth wrapping it.
Like most bars run by wizards, they are shabby, dirty, and there is an endless stream of customers in all kinds of weird costumes, many of whom are wearing cloaks and hoods and covering their faces. Guy.
It is said that the tavern owner was once prosecuted for abusing magic on goats, but he ignored the Ministry of Magic at all. He held his head high and went his own way...Customers have two different views on this. , some people think that the tavern owner despises the Ministry of Magic and looks down on those guys. Some people think that the tavern owner is illiterate at all, so he doesn't know that he is being prosecuted.
If the young wizards at Hogwarts study the chapters about the goblin rebellion carefully enough, they will find that this was once the command post of the goblins. But now, this is a place where intelligence is gathered and well-informed, and this is a place where good and bad people mingle and hide their transactions. The boss and the few guests maintain a certain tacit understanding and abide by the tacit rules - do not disturb the order of the tavern, do not involve anyone in the tavern. other guests.
For a considerable number of people, the wine here is stronger, the smell is more pungent, the curse words are more intense, and the topic of drinking is more exciting. It is far more relaxed and happy than the Three Broomsticks.
Two men in cloaks and hoods got into the alley next to the tavern. One of them exhaled and whispered: "This is it, Avery, the rest of Hogsmeade is After asking everywhere, no one has seen the person in the photo, except for the Pig Head Bar. The owner here is an old guy, maybe he knows something."
The mysterious wizard known as Avery does not exist. He didn't reply immediately, but thought for a while: "Would it be too suspicious if we entered the bar in the morning, Alex?"
"Don't worry, there is nothing more suspicious than dressing up like this. ?" Alex stretched out the collar of his cloak, "It's not like that crazy woman is pushing too hard. We can only speed up the progress. It is said that the investigation of Knockturn Alley that Lucius is responsible for has almost been completed..." < br>
"Did he investigate that? That was investigated by Jin Jialong!"
"What can we do? We can't spread money like Lucius, and we can't show our face..."
"It's all Bellatrix's fault..."
The two of them As a Death Eater who escaped trial back then, his life before Voldemort's resurrection was not considered rich, but he lived a pleasant life. Avery relied on his family to enjoy life, Alex even joined the Ministry of Magic, and Now...
The two looked at each other, sighed, tightened their hoods, and hunched into the tavern.
There is only a small, dark, and very dirty room in the bar, which exudes a strong smell of mutton. The only thing that can be considered clean is the bar counter, and there is a thick layer of dirt on the window sill. , there was almost no light coming through, and some burnt candle ends were lit on the rough wooden table. At first glance, I thought the ground was compacted mud, but when I stepped on it, I realized that it was a bit sticky to my feet. The ground was originally paved with stones, and centuries of dirt had accumulated on it.
As expected, there were still a few customers in the bar. Except for a short, fat wizard who also wore a cloak and a hood, he was drinking at the bar. Others were chatting together in twos and threes. Their faces couldn't be seen clearly. Conveniently, the environment is relatively quiet, and the likelihood of conversations being overheard here is high.
Avery and Alex ignored a few appraising glances and went straight to the bar. They knocked on the table and ordered two glasses of whiskey. They handed the bartender a gold Galleons and signaled him not to use it. Found it.
The bartender who was working here in exchange for drink money looked at the two of them doubtfully: "This is..."
"We want to ask you about someone." Alex glanced at the covertly Looking at the short and fat wizard in the corner of the bar, he carefully took out a parchment portrait from his arms. Just when he was about to continue questioning, he suddenly heard a sweet and artificial voice.
"Ahem...can you show me, maybe I recognize him?" The short and fat wizard lifted his hood, revealing a toad-like face, matched with that girlish voice , creepy in a dimly lit tavern.
The other guests in the bar put down their glasses in unison, and several of them even took out their wands.
As an employee of the Ministry of Magic, Alex's pupils shrank and he immediately recognized this impressive senior deputy minister and member of the Auror team. He pulled Avery and wanted to leave: " Come on..."
"Why are you in such a hurry? Maybe we can help you find someone?" Umbridge grinned, showing her sharp teeth, "I think there is one of you. "The voice is very familiar, we know each other, right?"
In an instant, colorful spells burst out in the dark tavern, spells collided, magic surged, and a huge explosion made the ears buzz. ring.
(End of this chapter)
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