Chapter 915 The Beginning

"Oh, it's not your fault, Fanlin," Hermione trembled. "I don't think anyone would plant a demon's trap in a pot without knowing it would kill someone. This - this was murder. , a clever murder. If the plant was sent anonymously, how could you find out who did it?"

Harry didn't think about the devil's trap. He remembered the day he went to the Ministry of Magic to attend the hearing. When he took the elevator to the ninth floor, a man with a pale face came in from the atrium.

"Oh, damn... Bird? What does he do?" Fan Lin thought about this man's possible contact with Voldemort, but he had no clue.

"I met Bird," Harry said slowly, "at the Ministry of Magic, with Mr. Weasley."

Ron's mouth opened wide. "Yes, I remembered. I heard Dad talking about him at home! He is indescribable - he works in the Department of Mysteries!"

They looked at each other, and then Fanlin pulled the newspaper back in front of him, closed it, looked at the photos of the ten Death Eaters on the front page for a while, and then stood up.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Communicate, we can't just sit here." Fan Lin said, "Do what you can."

"Then I..."

"Harry, you must practice Occlumency, it is very important... Oh..." Fan Lin felt a little bad. He couldn't figure out what made Voldemort so urgent.

A prophecy ball?

The prophecy ball was of no importance at all except for some meaningless nonsense. It seemed that the prophecy ball was not qualified enough to allow Voldemort to risk his life or even silence him.

Then, apart from the prophecy ball, there must be other things that Voldemort wants in the mysterious department.

"Wait for me..." Hermione called, chasing after him closely.

"I just hate them both," Ron complained as he and Harry walked slowly out of the Great Hall. "Tell us what they are going to do, even once, and will they die? It only takes ten seconds."

"But in fact, he has said enough, I have never seen... Hi, Hagrid!"

Hagrid was standing at the door of the foyer, waiting for a group of Ravenclaw students to pass. He still has a lot of injuries from the day he came back from the Giants. There was a fresh gash on the right side of his nose.

"Are you okay, you two?" he called, trying to force a smile, but the effort resulted in a painful twist.

"How are you, Hagrid?" Harry asked, following him with the Ravenclaw students.

"Okay, okay," Hagrid said in a weak tone that sounded like a lie; he waved to Professor Victor as he passed by, pretending not to look at the latter's frightened expression, "It's just, Busy, you know, with the usual stuff - getting ready for class - those fire monsters are going to lose their tails, and I have to be investigated," he muttered.

"Are you under investigation?" Ron said loudly, and the students passing by looked at him curiously.

"I'm sorry - I mean - you're under investigation?" he whispered.

"Yes," said Hagrid. "It's not what I thought, to tell you the truth. But don't worry, even though it's not going well, you know, anyway," he sighed deeply, "Maybe I should put in more chili powder, say Maybe the fire monster's tail will fall off next time. See you later, Harry."

He walked down the stone steps and walked away from the muddy playground. Harry looked at him, wondering how much more bad news he could take.

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Unlike Harry, Fanlin and Hermione arrived at the Owl Room quickly. He had to write a letter to Sirius and use the Order of the Phoenix to find out what the Ministry of Magic was hiding.

That prophecy ball is useless at all, it comes from Sybil...

"What did you say?"

"I said, that is a ball, a prophecy about Harry and Voldemort, but in fact, that thing is of no use at all. Don't tell Harry, Hermione, now Voldemort wants to get him, but, I don't think Voldemort will go to the Ministry of Magic in person because of a prophecy ball, or maybe he has other plans..."

Fan Lin said while writing, "I have to get more information. We need to know what he wants to do. This is very passive..."

"But, but we are here..."

"We can give them a heads up..." Fan Lin said, tying the letter to the owl's leg.

"So, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​actually using Harry?" Hermione thought for a moment and said.

"No, just to help solve the problem." Fan Lin watched the owl disappear into the night sky and breathed a sigh of relief. Umbridge did not single out the owl to cause trouble, which also made him feel better.

"No matter what, there must be a showdown between Harry and Voldemort, and the role of Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​to try to delay and delay Voldemort's actions to buy Harry enough time. Voldemort cannot give up on Harry. , before that, everyone was thinking of ways to weaken him, just like in the giant tribe, people from both sides came into contact at the same time..."

"No, weaken him..." Fan Lin lowered his head, a little unsure.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked concerned.

"I just thought of some things. There are many ways to weaken them, but we don't have to be so passive..." Fan Lin said, "Wait a moment and see what news comes back from Sirius, if necessary..."

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In fact, the two of them didn't stay long before they returned to the classroom.

When Harry and Ron told them about Hagrid's recent situation, Fanlin returned to his usual calmness and even discussed with Harry when to visit Hagrid, but Hermione always looked at Hagrid strangely. profit.

But when Harry asked something, Hermione always said it was fine.

This made Harry feel a little weird, but the lessons that followed were disturbing enough.

Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class has become the most unpopular class at Hogwarts since its establishment.

Do you think class is boring?

Umbridge's lessons are just ten times more boring than you think.

There is no sound, to be exact, except for the sliding of the pen tip, even the sound of breathing is reduced by several decibels.

It's easy to make people feel sleepy, but this is a magic classroom, with only one person holding the wand...

Anyway, how about giving you a break when you are sleepy? Ron found it quite uncomfortable. He had enjoyed this treatment more than once. Umbridge's class was simply torture. (To be continued)