Chapter 193 Goodbye Phoenix

Chapter 193 Goodbye Phoenix

"Everyone knows what happened after this. I destroyed the diary and read Voldemort's memory. Voldemort gave orders to the basilisk in advance, and even without his continuous orders, the basilisk would continue to attack. ."

"But now the attack won't happen again, the basilisk has become my specimen." George said lightly and patted his pocket.

The basilisk has become his magic material, and Voldemort in the notebook has also become an experiment for him. This attack is really over.

"Then how do we explain it, Ginny will be fired if she speaks out." Ron whispered, looking at George with a pleading look.

Although he was still so angry about Ginny just now. But immediately began to think about Ginny, she made a mistake and got into big trouble, but she was also a victim and should not be fired. He couldn't accept the possibility of Ginny being fired, and neither could his parents.

"Ginny is also a victim and shouldn't be fired." Harry whispered.

He didn't think Ginny should have been expelled, but Ginny did get into trouble and the school nearly closed. Several students and even a teacher were attacked. The whole magical world knew about this, Hagrid was taken as a murderer, and Dumbledore was expelled from the academy because of it.

"We must intercede for Ginny," Hermione said affirmatively.

They all looked at George with anticipation. In comparison, they were also students, but in front of the teacher, George's voice had the most weight. He was the best student ever at Hogwarts. This time, he also solved the basilisk, and solved all the problems with his own hands.

They also vaguely know that George is very rich, very rich, and he has other powers in the academy. So he can always know what other people don't know, and there will never be any trouble with the teacher.

"Ginny won't be fired," George said with certainty, and added, "but there will be punishment."

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they didn't get fired, everything else was fine.

"These things can't be concealed. I've said before that the academy is not as simple as you think. The teacher doesn't know everything about the academy. When Ginny leaves the dormitory in the middle of the night, there will always be clues to be discovered. , so it can't be hidden at all."

George looked around at the crowd, set his eyes on Ginny, and said.

"You can stand up bravely,

That's fine, these things can't be hidden. Even if you don't say it at the end, it will still be discovered. When you decide to speak out, you truly realize your mistake. This also helps yourself, and is the basis for starting to admit mistakes and correct them. "

"The punishment will not be very severe. It is not particularly humiliating that a first-year student is confused in the face of Voldemort. But only after accepting the punishment can you really end this matter, and you don't have to wait for a long time. guilt and remorse."

He didn't say it directly just now. It was Ginny who was being controlled, and he hoped that she would take the initiative to say it. Only when she takes the initiative to bear the consequences and take the initiative to face the fear of the unknown, can she truly realize her mistake and truly hope to change.

Making a mistake is definitely not just about admitting it. If an apology works, what does the law do? When you do something wrong, you always need to be punished, and admitting a mistake without punishment is never called admitting a mistake.

If a person just confesses his mistake, and then immediately starts blaming the other person, saying that I have already admitted my mistake, what else do you want? That kind of person is definitely a master of confounding black and white and doing things wrong. Such people only see themselves, and only themselves can hurt others at will.

They will never allow the injured person to have the slightest resistance to his mistakes. It seems that people who have been hurt should be tolerant of them by nature, otherwise they will be small-minded. As for anyone who dares to deal with them in their own way, it is definitely the only thing that will be broken. As the so-called double standard, it is this kind of person.

Only as Ginny is now, in the face of the worst consequences, bravely stand up. Regardless of the outcome, bear these dire consequences. This is the real confession, the real correction. Only those who have been punished to admit their mistakes and those who have been punished to repent can be tolerant and corrected.

There is not enough punishment to force others to be tolerant. In the end, it's just that the robber with an axe in his hand refers to a deer as a horse, using violence to confuse black and white, and using fear to confuse truth and falsehood.

"Then everything is settled, and it's time for us to go back." Hermione's voice was a little cheery, and now it was true that everything was over.

"But how are we going to get back." Harry thought of the pipe that had just slid down, and there was no way they could crawl back down the pipe.

Everyone looked at each other, and then at George, waiting for his idea.

George tapped his wand, summoned two broomsticks, and said helplessly, "I originally only reserved two brooms to bring Harry, and now I can only squeeze one. Just one more trip."

Harry leaned forward, looked at the broomstick in front of him carefully, and said, "This isn't Nimbus 2001, but I can see that it's better than Nimbus 2001."

He gently touched the smooth body of the broom, the streamlined broom was so exquisite, the ash tree material was as hard as a diamond, and it shone brightly.

Ron also came up, and he asked uncertainly, "Is it the Firebolt? I thought it was just a rumor, it was not released at all."

"We have five people, can't we sit here?" Hermione said, she looked at everyone, George's size was equivalent to two of them.

"Then divide it into two times. You send Ron, Harry sends Ginny, and I'm summoning the broom." George thought for a while and had a solution. When they flew up, he was summoning the broom back. Strictly speaking, also Can count once.

While speaking, a burst of music suddenly floated in the air, and in the empty secret room, the music mixed with echoes, getting louder and louder. The sound is dreamlike, ethereal and mysterious. Wonderful music makes the heart beat faster. Uplifted. Suddenly, flames burst out from the top of a stone pillar.

A bright red flame bird suddenly appeared in the air, like a crane, performing wonderful music on the ceiling.

Firebirds have golden tails. Long tail feathers and a pair of golden claws.

"It's Fox. Dumbledore's phoenix." George immediately recognized the flaming bird.

"It's beautiful," said Harry in surprise. "Last time I saw it, it was in nirvana, and it wasn't at all in the mood."

The flame bird flew towards Harry, landed heavily on his shoulder, and perched on his shoulder.

To be continued.