Chapter 221 Tonight, the Truth Will Emerge
And after this fierce bargaining, Harley finally remembered why he felt a little familiar with the boss.
The boss's eyes are exactly the same as Professor Dumbledore's, and his face shape is also very similar.
Harry remembered that Professor Dumbledore had a younger brother named Aberforth recorded in the "Pure Blood Wizard Genealogy" he had read, who was probably the owner of the Pig's Head Bar in front of him.
No wonder the Hog's Head Bar dared to provide venues for gray trade in Hogsmeade, the only purely wizarding village in the UK, and also sold high alcohol to young wizards.
Since he is the principal's younger brother... Excuse me, excuse me.
After leaving the Pig's Head Bar, it was almost twelve o'clock.
The two did not stop at Hogsmeade, and returned directly to Hogwarts Castle.
Hermione had to finish her homework before the official Christmas holidays, and Harry had to go back to making that little ball.
By adding all kinds of black magic of Witch Specialization, probably tomorrow, which is the first day of the holiday, the small ball can be used for positioning.
Harry is very curious, what version of the "truth" will he get after he locks on the mouse?
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When Harry woke up the next day, only Hermione was left in the bedroom.
"They have all left, breakfast is on your bedside." Hermione said without raising her head after hearing the sound of Harry getting up.
"I wonder if you have gone on a night tour, or why you wake up so late every weekend."
Harry yawned: "I don't like night tours in castles."
"And I did something serious last night, something very important and meaningful."
"What?" Hermione asked casually.
"Prepare to catch a traitor, that traitor was an important murderer who killed my parents back then."
Harry's voice was very soft, but Hermione raised her head suddenly.
"Who? Voldemort?" Hermione said subconsciously,
"No, he doesn't qualify as a 'traitor'. What you want to arrest is someone else. So was the death of your uncle and aunt betrayed by someone?"
"I don't know yet," Harry said softly, "I know a lot of information, but it's hard to tell the truth from the fake."
"But tonight, it will all be over."
"Why didn't you tell Professor Dumbledore and let him deal with it?" Hermione couldn't help asking.
"It's my parents' feud, and their friends are involved. I need to figure this out with my own hands."
Harry said bluntly.
Hermione had a complicated expression and didn't speak any more.
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After dinner at night, the Gryffindor common room was empty, only Fred and George were mysteriously working on their inventions in front of the fireplace.
This year, the rest of the Weasleys went back.
However, after the twins got the money, they temporarily changed their intentions and chose to stay in Hogwarts to make good use of this holiday.
Of course, their word to Mrs. Weasley was to stay in the library and study the Transfiguration Club.
This can also be regarded as the truth, after all, transforming the canary biscuits and expanding the versions of various birds is also an advanced use of transfiguration.
Mrs. Weasley didn't believe their words at first, but Fred and George made excuses many times to ask Percy about Transfiguration in seventh grade.
Thus, Percy invisibly gave false testimony to his two dear brothers.
The twin brothers also invited Harley to watch their craft, but Harley politely refused.
After all, Harley has more important things to do. She has prepared the materials for the ceremony in advance, as well as the auxiliary tools for the battle.
Tonight, all fog will lift and the truth will emerge.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Harry and Hermione slipped out of the common room.
"Are we going to the Room of Requirement?" Hermione looked expectant in her tracksuit and wand.
"certainly."
The two quickly came to the wall opposite the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas with a stick, and Harry said casually:
"Hopefully we're not too unlucky that nobody here is using it."
"How is it possible?" Hermione shook her head, "Most of the whole school has gone home, and there are only four people left in Gryffindor."
Harry began to think silently in his heart:
"I need a room that only Harley and Hermione can enter...I need a room that only Harley and Hermione can enter...I need a room that only Harley and Hermione can enter."
But when Harry opened his eyes, there was no door on the wall.
Harry frowned. How could it be such a coincidence that someone was using the Room of Requirement.
"The door didn't show up." Hermione asked curiously from behind, "You made too difficult a request?"
"No, I just made the same request as before. It seems that someone is using it, so we can only go back to the dormitory."
Harry was a little helpless, who would have thought that it was such a coincidence that someone happened to be using this place?
Especially now that it's the holidays and almost all the students have gone home, who would be using this?
A few minutes later, the two appeared in the dormitory.
On the ground, Harley carefully used a mixture of essential oils and hydrosols to write various words in the language of giants, and at the same time injected spirituality.
Finally, Harley placed her most-used magic mirror at the center of the ceremony, while invisible strands of hair slit her fingertips.
A trace of blood full of spirituality fell on the mirror and disappeared in an instant.
Harry threw the ball over the mirror and at the same time initiated the ritual.
But to her surprise, a powerful force prevented Harry from detecting the target's position.
"Hogwarts' hindrance? No, I have performed similar rituals in Hogwarts before, and I have not received such interference."
Harry subconsciously mobilized more spirituality, and at the same time prayed to himself, bypassing the seal and borrowing the power of Sequence Four.
After the power of the ritual was strengthened, Harley finally succeeded in eliminating the interference, and a picture appeared on the mirror.
The Hogwarts castle first appeared on the mirror, and then quickly shrunk to a room in Hogwarts.
It was a dimly lit room filled with mounds of rubbish.
With just a glimpse, Harry saw a stuffed five-legged monster, a wrinkled and cracked chest, and an ugly, dilapidated bust of an old wizard with a crown.
"Where is this? The place Hogwarts uses to dispose of garbage?" Hermione stared at the mirror, frowning and said,
"In my impression, there is no such dirty place in Hogwarts."
"Let's ask the house-elf in the kitchen," Harry stood up holding the mirror,
"They are the local snakes of Hogwarts, and they are responsible for the hygiene of Hogwarts. They must know about such places."
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(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu for the reward!)