Chapter 536? Jailbreak (Modified)
If you ask what is the most popular class among little witches at Hogwarts, it is of course divination.
The centaur Firenze, the new divination professor appointed by Hogwarts principal Dumbledore, has successfully aroused many little witches' attention by virtue of his pale golden hair, amazing blue eyes, somewhat melancholy mysterious temperament and pretty face. interest in this course.
In the Gryffindor common room.
"I dare say, you must think that divination class is the most attractive class now, don't you, Hermione?" Indian girl Parvati Patil asked her roommate Miss Know-it-all with a proud smile .
"It's really strange," Hermione said flatly while reading the "Daily Prophet", "but Umbridge won't compromise so easily, her domineering has only just begun."
"You mean she'll drive away Professor Firenze?!" Lavender Bran screamed in horror.
"I don't know what she will do, but remember my words, Dumbledore appointed a new teacher without consulting her, and she will retaliate," Hermione closed the newspaper and said, "not to mention Firenze The Professor is a centaur again. You saw the look on Firenze's face when Umbridge saw her."
"No! She has already driven away Professor Traorini, and I can't drive away my handsome horseman professor." Parvati clenched her fists and said firmly.
"Anyway, don't get too excited," said Hermione coldly. "By the way, I thought Trelawney's departure made you two very sad?"
"It's sad!" Lavender said affirmatively to her, "But we think she is more popular as the host of the new divination show on Harris TV than as a professor at Hogwarts. Much more. We also mailed her some enchanted daffodils—beautiful daffodils, not Sprout ones that call."
Harry also likes the centaur Firenze as his new professor, not only because of their encounters and conversations in the Forbidden Forest, but also because he no longer has to bother to weave some daily disasters and accidents.
"Insignificant injuries, trivial human accidents," said Firenze, his hooves thumping on the mossy floor, "compared with the vast universe, these things are like crawling ants. equally insignificant, unaffected by the motions of the planets."
The centaurs' divinations that Firenze revealed next impressed Harry deeply.
"We look at the sky for important movements in those catastrophes or accidents, and sometimes those movements are marked in the sky. It may take a decade to confirm what we're seeing."
Firenze pointed to the red star directly above the classroom.
"In the past ten years, there have been indications that people in the wizarding world are only living through a brief period of peace between two wars. The spark that can bring war is shining brightly above us, and it is not long There is going to be a renewed war. As for how long it will be, the Centaurs may be able to try to predict by burning some herbs and leaves, and by observing the smoke and flames..."
Durmstrang, Alan is sitting by the burning fireplace, flipping through a magic book borrowed from Durmstrang, the imprint on his hand is hot, Lucius Malfoy sent a message, Alan Frowning, Voldemort and his Death Eaters are going to Azkaban to rob prison, and this should have happened after Christmas, it seems that the expansion of the Auror team has put a lot of pressure on Voldemort, he can't wait I also want to restore my team.
Allen put down the magic book, stood up, paced the room thinking, there is no need for the Harris family to get involved in this matter prematurely, anyway, the dementors are in charge of Azkaban now, and Dementors belong to Fudge's jurisdiction, and the escape of Death Eaters will not damage the interests of the Harris family.
Allen stopped and quickly replied to Lucius through the imprint of perception - just let him act according to Voldemort's arrangement, and Harris would not take any action.
Sitting back in the chair again, picked up the magic book,
Allen looked at Luna who was sitting next to him, but Luna had already lowered her head and fiddled with the beer cork in her hand.
Allen found that today's Luna would always peek at him, with a very rare look, and would occasionally show embarrassment. Could it be that she also wanted a blood oath? Thinking of this, Allen couldn't help being a little excited.
Lucius Malfoy, whose whole body was surrounded by a black magic robe, clenched his hands tightly, and the hand under the robe quietly pressed his hot perception imprint. He was relieved when he received Alan's news. The master's recruitment of giants made his life with the Death Eaters a little easier, and he regained a little trust. But if the master's secretive actions are detected by the Ministry of Magic, he will definitely track down the ghost, and then he will be in danger. McNeill, who ignored his warning last time and insisted on staying to attack Hagrid and the others, was punished by the master. Now, having lost the trust of his master, he is still being brutally treated by some favored Death Eaters. But now it is not difficult for him to act completely according to the master's order.
"Hey, Lucius, you will follow me when I go to fight in Azkaban later." The haggard Rudolphs Lestrange said as he walked to Lucius' side. Due to the perennial torture in Azkaban, even after nearly a year of recuperation, Rudolphs still has not recovered, but he has also vaguely recovered a little bit of the playboy demeanor when he was the chief chaser of Slytherin.
He suddenly stood on tiptoe and bumped Lucius' shoulder with his shoulder, and the guilty Lucius turned pale with fright.
"After so many years, you are still so timid, don't worry, I will let you be safe, not to mention that the master has already persuaded the dementors and made a deal with them secretly." Rudolphs showed his usual sarcasm He raised his chin, turned his wand nimbly with his fingers, and instantly drew several tricks with the flames from the tip of the wand.
"Rudolphus, your right hand swing is the fastest of all I have ever seen except the master, but please don't burn things this time." Lucius nodded slightly, complimenting the Death Eater in front of him A few words.
That night, in Hogwarts, after coming out of the common room, Harry opened the door of the dormitory, and just as he took a step inside, his head hurt as if it had been cut open. He didn't know where he was, whether he was standing or lying down, he didn't even know his own name...
Crazy laughter echoed in his ears...he hadn't been this happy in a long time...joyed, ecstatic, ecstatic...something great had happened...
Harry lay panting on the floor, staring at the ceiling, the scar on his forehead throbbing horribly.
The front-page headline of the Daily Prophet posted on the bulletin board the next day seemed to bear witness to Firenze's prophecy. Dozens of black-and-white photos occupy the front page, but no matter whether they are men or women, they all have very hideous looks, some are silently laughing, and some arrogantly tap their fingers on the side of their photos. Each photo has a name and the crime of being imprisoned in Azkaban.
Neville stood in front of the bulletin board with a pale face. He looked at the only witch in the "Daily Prophet" - Bellatrix Lestrange, her long black hair was on the photo Unkempt, eyes staring at him from under her thick lids, a haughty, contemptuous smile played on her thin lips, and Neville gripped his wand tightly.
"Neville?" Harry walked up to Neville Longbottom who had been standing in front of the bulletin board for a long time.
Neville frowned, staring at the wanted man in the newspaper, his voice was full of sadness: "Fourteen years ago, this Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange...they were cruel, Rudolphus Lestrange's spells are amazingly accurate, and Bellatrix Lestrange, the cruelest, craziest witch, they put the Cruciatus Curse on my parents, thinking Tortured them as much as they could to get information...but they never gave in."
Neville turned his head sharply to look at Harry. "I'm proud to be their son, but I'm not sure. I'm not ready to let anyone else know that except Flegal and you."
"We will all make our parents proud, I assure you." Harry looked at the wanted man in the newspaper with firm eyes.
Harry had already met this woman in the newspaper—Bellatrix Lestrange, she ran out last year, and Harry saw it in the cemetery during the Goblet of Fire She even rushed to contribute one of her palms to Voldemort's resurrection ceremony. It seems that Fudge intends to announce the unfavorable mistakes of the Ministry of Magic guarding Azkaban last year and this time together, Harry thought disdainfully.