Chapter 191: Creation and Death of Malfoy [Additional Chapter for the Guardian Knight of the Sky and the Earth]

Harry, Ron and Hermione gathered in front of "Hogwarts: A School History", and the pages of the book turned loudly.

Hermione asked the two of them to stay away from each other in disgust, hindering her from turning the book: "It's really troublesome. I should really memorize this book so that I don't have to turn pages next to each other to find the records of the Chamber of Secrets!"

Harry and Ron trembled as they looked at the tome thicker than their fists. Is this the top student?

"It's right here!" Hermione relied on her familiarity with the contents of the entire book to quickly find the space where the Chamber of Secrets was recorded, in the column about Slytherin's unofficial history.

Harry and Ron squeezed Hermione out of the way and couldn't wait to read the pages.

"Slytherin and Gryffindor had a heated argument over whether to accept Muggle students. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff favored Gryffindor's point of view on this issue. Slytherin left the school after that. , before leaving, Slytherin built a secret room in the castle, which the other founders knew nothing about."

"Slytherin has sealed the Chamber of Secrets. Only his true heir can open it, release the terrifying things inside, and let it purify the school and eliminate all those who are not worthy of learning magic."

After Harry and Ron finished reading a paragraph each, they raised their heads and looked at Hermione with complicated eyes. She is the little Muggle-born wizard that Slytherin rejects.

"I've known for a long time that Salazar Slytherin is a perverted old lunatic!" Ron raised his head and said with a deep expression, "Hermione, don't go anywhere alone recently. It's best for Loren to follow you all the time. ”

Harry remembered that Loren was also a Muggle, and added: "We will always protect you, don't worry."

Hermione was angry and funny. She rolled up her four-foot-eight-inch History of Magic paper and looked at the heads of the two idiots: "Did you see the name of this chapter? This is a legend! A legend!"

Ron covered his head and muttered in a low voice: "Legends also have a certain basis in fact, don't they?"

"Does it say anything about the terrifying things in the Chamber of Secrets?" Hermione didn't want to waste time with the two of them anymore, so she pulled the big book open and found a brief note at the end of the chapter, "Some kind of heir who only has Slytherin." To control its monster.”

"Monster?" Harry looked at the word in confusion, "Is it related to the weird noise I heard that night?"

"Only you can hear it, and no one else can. Don't you understand? Harry." Hermione suddenly lowered her voice and looked around nervously, guarding against anyone who could hear their discussion.

A bone-chilling chill suddenly enveloped Harry. It was even colder than the night of the death anniversary party. His hands and feet were cold, and his throat seemed to be suppressed by something. His speech became difficult: "You mean, Parseltongue..."

Ron looked suddenly stunned and looked at Harry in horror.

"Let's find an empty classroom to talk."

Hermione closed "Hogwarts: A School History", put the paper into her bag, and walked quickly to the door.

Ron's eyes were glued to the paper, looking at her back eagerly: "I still have two inches left to write."

"Let's go!" Harry eagerly kneaded everything into a ball, stuffed it into his bag, and pulled Ron to follow.

The three of them entered an abandoned and empty classroom in the corridor on the right side of the library.

"It has the ability to petrify and is a snake-like creature. With these two clues, I will soon be able to find out what kind of monster is in the secret room." Hermione was fully confident.

Ron was still repeating those words: "I knew Salazar Slytherin was a perverted old lunatic."

Harry's heart felt heavy. He felt that his cold limbs were becoming as heavy as his heart. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Parseltongue, heir of Slytherin...

Harry had never doubted himself so much. The Sorting Hat had seriously considered sorting him into Slytherin. When he put the hat on his head a year ago, the little voice speaking in his ear suddenly became clear, "You will become something great. You know that in the blink of an eye, Slytherin will help you reach glory." , there is no doubt about it..."

He wondered if he was really the heir of Slytherin.

Believe in yourself, believe in your friends...

Dumbledore's gentle voice crowded out the Sorting Hat's introduction to Slytherin, which made Harry feel better.

Then he became confused again, had Dumbledore expected that he would doubt himself?

"And spiders!" Ron emphasized the clues about the monster. He was very impressed by the spiders. "The spiders in the castle were so scared that they all ran away. Voldemort didn't have such a strong deterrent in the castle last year."

Hermione recorded the clues: "Spiders, petrification, snakes..."

Harry looked at the two friends, struggled for a moment, and finally asked: "Do you believe that I am not the heir of Slytherin? I mean, I can speak Parseltongue, and the Sorting Hat also wanted to sort me into Slytherin House.”

Ron looked at him strangely, as if he was very confused: "Why don't you believe it? We weren't we together that night?"

Hermione seemed to see his worry, but said nothing more: "I'm going to the library to find some books about monster maps. If you two have time, come and help me sort out the information."

With that said, she stood up and walked out of the empty classroom.

Harry felt that the weight that had been weighing on his heart since just now was suddenly lifted, and his breathing became easy and smooth again.

With a carefree smile, he followed his friend's footsteps, "I think there is something wrong with Malfoy's words. He jumped out immediately..."

…

On the other side, Dumbledore took Loren to the principal's office.

This circular office still looks familiar to Loren. There are many exquisite silverwares placed on the slender-legged table. They rotate and emit small puffs of smoke. The portraits of the old principals, men and women, are all there. Dozing in their respective photo frames.

It’s just that Phoenix Fox seems to be sick. It leans haggardly and weakly on the gilded branches. One-third of its feathers have fallen off, revealing a bare and ugly skin. The dense pores are like small pimples that make people’s scalp numb. .

Loren thought Fox was a bit ugly before, but now he looks even uglier.

Feeling his rude gaze, Fox summoned all his energy and yelled at him several times, his voice dry and hoarse, as if he was suffocated.

Realizing that his screams had changed, Fox suddenly became depressed, folded his wings and claws and retracted into a corner, looking at Loren with sad eyes. The aggrieved look is pitiful and funny,

In the blink of an eye, the phoenix lost a few more feathers. Loren looked at the principal: "Is it really okay for Fox to look like this?"

"Well, I keep telling it to act quickly and complete Nirvana as soon as possible, but it doesn't want to become what it was when it was a child." Dumbledore showed a helpless smile, "I guess it will be delayed until around Christmas."

Dumbledore came and sat down on the high-backed chair behind his desk. He poured two cups of tea, handed one cup to Loren, and raised one cup to his mouth without taking a bite.

He seemed to be hesitating for something.

Loren waited without saying a word.

After a long silence, Dumbledore slowly opened his mouth: "Loren, you already know about the Horcruxes, don't you?"

You've been doing this for a long time just to talk about this?

"Yes, principal, I know that the diary is Voldemort's Horcrux, and the crown is also Voldemort's Horcrux. If nothing else, he has more Horcruxes. Don't worry, I kept it a secret for you and didn't leak it." Loren chirped and finished.

The refining of Horcruxes also belongs to the category of alchemy. He studied with the most knowledgeable alchemist in hundreds of years, and it was normal to know about Horcruxes. Coupled with the incident with the diary before school started, even if he didn't know the plot, he could easily deduce these conclusions.

Dumbledore had anticipated this situation, so he felt a little more relaxed after hearing this. He leisurely began to tell what he wanted to say: "During the summer vacation, I visited Mr. Bob Ogden, who worked in the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic. , the case I took over was related to Voldemort’s mother’s family. Mr. Ogden was very old and in poor health, but fortunately, he was still awake and talking to me when I found him.”

Loren picked up the tea cup and took a sip... Dumbledore was chattering a lot. He only remembered a man named Bob Ogden, who was about to die.

"From him, I learned that there might be clues about Horcruxes in a place, or even Horcruxes hidden there. I wanted to go there alone to investigate."

Well, Dumbledore found the Gaunt ancestral home.

"But it was a moonlit night and I was putting chocolate in hot cocoa, and you know, elves don't put enough chocolate in the hot cocoa they make at night because they think it's unhealthy."

Loren drank tea with an expressionless expression, his eyes blank, watching Dumbledore's beard move with his lips.

"After drinking that cup of hot cocoa, I suddenly felt that I should take you with me." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he took a sip of tea.

Loren had finished drinking the tea in his teacup. He put down the teacup and looked at Dumbledore with disgust: "Headmaster, next time you say something, you can ignore the process and just tell me the conclusion."

"As I get older, I tend to be more wordy unconsciously." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "Do you have any more questions?"

"I don't have any questions about Voldemort, but - if I can leave the castle, principal, can you take me to Windsor Castle? I haven't gotten the unicorn horn there yet," Loren said.

…

In a corner of the library.

"Polyjuice potion!" Loren looked at the three of them in confusion.

I was only away for half an hour, not half a day, right?

Why did you delay Malfoy as a suspect when you came back?

"Even if it's not Malfoy, he must be a student in Slytherin House. As long as we sneak in, we can find out the information." Hermione replied.

Ron put his hands on the table and said excitedly: "Yes! Hermione came up with the idea. We use Polyjuice Potion to look like Malfoy's two followers, and we can get information about the Chamber of Secrets!" "

Harry nodded: "Yes, Hermione has done the math. We probably only have to break fifty school rules."

Only use, violate school rules, fifty articles...

Loren recited these key words silently, and leaned closer to stare at Hermione with narrowed eyes: "Hermione, if you are threatened, just blink."

"Don't be ridiculous!" Hermione pushed his face away, pulled out a piece of parchment and calculated it carefully, "The recipe for Polyjuice Potion is in "Power Potions" in the restricted area. We have to find a way to get it signed by a professor. approval slip so that the book can be borrowed from the library.”

She wrote and drew on the parchment, thinking to herself:

"But there's no reason for us to borrow that book."

"If we pretend to be interested in this theory, there might be some hope."

"But no professor would be so easily fooled..."

Looking up, Hermione found that the three were staring at her with strange expressions. She subconsciously shrank towards Loren: "Any questions?"

"Hermione--" Loren sighed, "You have all decided to break the school rules, why don't you just go to the restricted area at night to steal the formula?"

Ron nodded in agreement: "Yes, I remember we saw that book during the night walk last year."

"..."

Hermione was silent.

In the field of breaking school rules, Hermione is still too young. She is still a serious little wizard in her subconscious.

Harry noticed Loren's words and looked at him puzzledly: "You mean "you"? "

"Yes, you! I am a good student who abides by the law. I don't want to go on a night walk with you. I have done my best not to report you. "Loren's face was full of righteousness, and he seemed to be shining.

Hermione, Harry and Ron:???

You abide by the law?

Who encouraged them to go out at night for the first time?

Who persuaded Hermione to come to the restricted area of ​​the library?

The three looked at each other and nodded in unison, reaching a consensus between their eyes.

Twelve o'clock at midnight.

In the boundless darkness, under the witness of the bright stars and the moon, the world has entered a new day. The common room is empty, and in the dormitory, the little wizard who has not yet slept can hear the long sound of the outside Bells.

In a Gryffindor boy's dormitory, Neville's snoring has already sounded in the dormitory, and Seamus has curled up in the quilt and has fallen asleep.

Harry and Ron climbed up from the four-poster bed, looked at each other in the moonlight in the dark, and tacitly stepped on the bed, tiptoed, and came to Loren's bed without making any sound.

The two carefully grabbed the four corners of the quilt, suddenly pinched them together, and wrapped the person in the quilt tightly.

"Mmmm - you - wuwu - dead!"

Loren covered himself with the quilt and made a "wuwuwu" sound, but these movements were covered by Neville's snoring and did not cause any waves.

The two carried the rolled-up quilt together, stumbled down the spiral staircase, and came to the Gryffindor common room. There was still some residual fire in the fireplace flickering, and the armchairs seemed to have turned into a group of dark shadows.

A light flickered, and Hermione was waiting for them on a chair in her sky-blue pajamas.

"Leave it to you." Harry and Ron said, put down the quilt and walked towards the portrait hole to open the door of the lounge.

"Too much, you actually want to force me to go along with you!" Loren, who broke free from the quilt, saw Hermione standing beside him.

He was heartbroken: "I thought you were a good student like me, but I didn't expect it, Hermione Granger, you thick eyebrows and big eyes..."

Before he finished speaking, the expressionless Hermione could no longer stand this mischievous person. She put her arm around Loren's shoulders and took him out. The advantages of Gryffindor's gift were clearly revealed at this moment.

The girl's pajamas smelt of an unknown fragrance, and Loren suddenly calmed down, but he still stubbornly stiffened his neck, indicating that he was forced, and was taken out of the lounge.

"You are a beautiful woman... you are strong enough to pull up a mountain..."

Loren kept muttering all the way, Harry and Ron pretended not to hear him. If Hermione was impatient, she would slightly force the arm that was clamped on him, and Loren would stop talking nonsense when he felt pain.

The library was dark, Hermione lit the light and went to the restricted area with ease, took down the "Powerful Potion" on the bookshelf, and copied the page of Polyjuice Potion.

"Twenty-one-day lacewings, sap grass picked at the full moon, two-horned beast horns, African tree snake skin..." Loren reviewed and disassembled the effects of each medicine while looking at the formula.

Yes, he learned Polyjuice Potion from Snape last year, and he knew it by heart.

I didn't say it before because I wanted to tease Hermione, but now that they have come to the library, Hermione's copying progress has exceeded half, and he dare not say it for fear of being beaten.

"Bang!" A very slight sound sounded behind a bookshelf.

Hiding behind the bookshelf in secret, it couldn't be the professors or Filch, it must be someone else, or something.

Loren and Harry turned their heads to look at the bookshelf almost at the same time, their hands on their wands, the Piercing and Disarming spells on their lips, ready to strike at any time.

Ron and Hermione didn't notice anything unusual, but seeing the two people's alert movements, they also reacted and held their wands in their hands.

Loren looked at Harry and tilted his head slightly to signal. The two confirmed each other's intentions, one to the left and the other to the right, slowly moving their steps to surround the bookshelf.

In the dark and silent library, their breathing echoed in each other's ears.

After slowly approaching, the two people sped up their movements at the same time, jumped out of the bookshelf, and pointed their wands.

"Nothing?" Harry looked at the empty space in front of him in doubt.

Hermione walked forward and carefully checked for a while, reaching out to move the books on the bookshelf, then retracted her hand: "I heard it just now. However, this is the restricted area, maybe these strange books made the sound."

The books in the restricted area are always strange, and many books can make sounds.

There were no other abnormalities, so the few people accepted this explanation and returned to their original place to continue copying the formula of the Polyjuice Potion.

Loren turned his head and looked thoughtfully at the place where the sound came from. The sound just now seemed to be a bit like the sound of Apparition.

He shook his head and put this idea behind him. Dumbledore was the only one in the castle who could teleport, so he was obviously overthinking.

After copying, Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron walked out of the library and went back to the lounge to discuss what to do next.

"Lacewings, leeches, slugwort and two-eared grass," Hermione pointed at the ingredients one by one, "These are easy to get. There are students in the potion classroom. We can take them ourselves..."

"And a little bit of the target person's body." She paused and continued to read the following ingredients: "Powdered horns of two-horned beasts, African tree snake skin fragments, these two materials are difficult to get, we need to think of other ways."

Harry and Ron never paid attention to what materials were in the student lockers, and could only watch Hermione think of a solution.

"There must be some in Snape's storage room. Let's find a way to get some." Hermione's lively eyes rolled around.

"Professor Snape has been researching a new potion formula recently. He has collected all the horns of the bicorns and stored them separately. You can't find them even if you sneak into the storage room." Loren sighed helplessly, "Forget it, let me find the materials for the Polyjuice Potion."

Hermione smiled, "Aren't you going to go along with us?"

"I got the materials by legitimate means, but I didn't violate the school rules..."

"You went out at night."

"You coerced me!"

The group returned to the Gryffindor common room with laughter. After entering the hole, Harry looked back strangely. He had a strange feeling of being watched all the way.

There is someone behind him, someone in the invisible corner or shadow...

He often has this feeling when walking at night or being alone. He just thinks that the castle is too cold and lonely at night, so he doesn't take it to heart. This feeling disappeared after entering the lounge, as if the sight that had been following him was blocked outside the portrait hole.

The next day, in Myrtle's girls' bathroom.

"Cadrenaline, stirring spoon..." Loren took out a complete set of equipment needed to make Polyjuice Potion from his suitcase, and then took out ten batches of materials for Polyjuice Potion.

No one asked him how he got them, as everyone knew that Loren had a good relationship with Snape.

"Liquid grass, liquid grass, each batch was collected on the day of the full moon." Hermione counted the materials with a satisfied smile on her face.

She had long been dissatisfied with the practical operation of the potion class. Any potion could only be prepared once, and there was no second chance whether it succeeded or not.

Now, there were ten batches of materials, and she had never fought such a rich battle.

"Excuse me, why do we have to make potions in the girls' bathroom in broad daylight?" Ron leaned against the wall, looking around, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

I always feel that someone will rush into the girls' bathroom at any time and find the four of them perverted.

No.

Three.

Hermione is a girl, she will not be regarded as a pervert.

"Because no one will disturb us here." Hermione has already set up the crucible and added water to it to start boiling lacewings.

Harry didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Looking at the crucible that began to emit steam, he asked, "How long will it take to prepare?"

Hermione recalled the cooking process on the recipe and estimated, "The lacewings need to be cooked for twenty-one days. Well, including other things, it will take about a month."

"A month?" Harry raised his voice unconsciously, and then lowered his voice again when he remembered that they were in the women's bathroom. "Hermione, if Malfoy is really the heir, one month is enough for him to send half of the Muggle little wizards to the school hospital."

"It's okay," Loren comforted, "The school hospital can accommodate them."

Hermione couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Harry's mouth twitched. Am I discussing with you whether the school hospital can accommodate them? I'm talking about the little wizards!

Ron came over and put his arm around his shoulder: "Hey, Harry, there is no other way now. Let professionals do professional things. You should concentrate on preparing for Quidditch on Saturday."

Harry's eyes widened and he pulled Ron to go out: "I forgot that there is Quidditch training today. Wood must be crazy now!"

"If you can knock Malfoy into the hospital in the game on Saturday, we don't have to worry about this."

"Use Wronsky's feint..."

They are really considering the feasibility of this plan.

Loren looked at Hermione holding a notebook in one hand and stirring the crucible clockwise with a stirring spoon in the other hand, and fell into deep silence.

It's a hammer, Snape is talking about you.

He squatted down and held Hermione's hand, guiding her to master the rhythm of stirring: "You pause for three minutes every 15 turns of stirring, which can reduce the cooking time by three days."

Turn, pause...

Turn, pause...

Wait, Hermione realized it belatedly: "Do you know how to make Polyjuice Potion?"

"Yes, Snape taught me how to make Polyjuice Potion last year, but the potions I made were all used to pay off debts."

Hermione's fist hardened again: "Then Mr. Morgan, why didn't you tell me when we were out for the night?"

"You didn't ask either."

Hermione was so angry that she couldn't help but punch him in the heart. She threw away the stirring spoon and threw it to him: "Then you do it!"

Loren took the stirring spoon: "This is a time-consuming potion. If I were to make it, the time wouldn't be much faster. It's better for me to guide you and you can gain experience."

Hermione took back the stirring spoon.

Loren guided Hermione to make Polyjuice Potion in the girls' bathroom, while Ron accompanied Harry in Quidditch training and planned to bump Malfoy into the infirmary.

The days passed like this, practicing spells, reciting knowledge points of Transfiguration, and occasionally being beaten by herbs in the greenhouse during herbology classes. The little wizards were busy with their own things, and the waves caused by Mrs. Norris's attack soon subsided, and the school returned to its former tranquility.

This peaceful life lasted until Saturday, the first Quidditch game of the school year, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Harry woke up before dawn and tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. He opened his eyes and looked through the window at the sky outside, watching the dark sky turn gray, and then the gray gradually faded...

As soon as the faint morning light shone into the dormitory, he got up, dressed, and went downstairs to eat early.

When he arrived at the hall, he found that the other players of the Gryffindor team were already sitting at the empty long table, even the twins were there, silently stuffing bread into their mouths without saying a word.

Looking at them, Harry silently said in his heart: We must win!

The brewing of potions cannot be separated from people. Loren and Hermione could not be there to cheer for Gryffindor, but when eating breakfast in the hall, Loren did not smack his lips as usual.

Like every little wizard in Gryffindor, he hoped that the players would be in good spirits before going on the court.

Not sure if it was because he got up too early, Harry felt that his head was dazed. The moment before, he felt that time was so unbearable and so long, and the next moment it was time to start the game.

He followed the team into the locker room and put on the bright red Gryffindor robes.

Wood gave a lot of morale-boosting speeches in the locker room, and Harry heard four words clearly - must win!

The air in the middle of the stadium was humid and hot, and the audience seats were full of cheers for them. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff both wanted to see Slytherin defeated. Those sound waves rushed into Harry's ears from all directions through the space, a little distorted.

Madam Hooch's voice: "Listen to my whistle, three-two-one-"

...

Malfoy's voice: "Are you okay, Scarhead?"

...

Fred's voice: "Someone tampered with the Bludger!"

...

For the entire next game, the sound of the Bludger flying around him and slicing the air followed him closely. Then there was the sound of raindrops falling, pouring down, clattering...

After the Bludger broke his arm, the burning pain made his mind even more dull, and he heard Lee Jordan's commentary: "Slytherin is leading, sixty to zero."

In the hazy rain, Harry caught a glimpse of a golden light flashing in front of him, and he had only one thought in his mind: rush to Malfoy.

In a daze, his fingers seemed to catch the golden snitch, followed by a long and short feeling of weightlessness, and the following sounds became more blurred.

The sound of Colin's camera.

...

Wood's voice: "We won!"

...

"Don't worry, Harry. I'm just going to treat your arm." Lockhart's voice fell, and a strange, very uncomfortable feeling went from Harry's shoulder to his fingertips like lightning, as if his arm was being drained.

Then he fainted...

That afternoon, Loren and Hermione, who had been brewing potions all day, returned to the Gryffindor common room and heard several versions of the story.

Harry's arm was broken by the Bludger, and he fell from a height, with his arm shattered. Fortunately, Professor Lockhart knew a rare spell, which helped Harry extract the broken bones in his arm in time to prevent the broken pieces from flowing back to the heart from the blood vessels, which would cause Harry to die suddenly.

This is the version passed on by Lockhart.

Lockhart raised a kind of Indian caterpillar that eats bones, and these caterpillars ate Harry's bones.

This is the version passed on by Luna.

The last one is the truth that Ron, who had just returned from the infirmary, told them: "Lockhart, that idiot! Lockhart's spell pulled out Harry's hand bones. Harry was just a simple broken bone. Madam Pomfrey could have connected Harry's bones in a second. Now he needs to lie in the infirmary for a night."

...

The next day, when Loren and Hermione were brewing Polyjuice Potion in the bathroom, they saw Harry, who was brought by Ron with one arm drooping.

"After I was injured, you didn't even come to the school infirmary to see me." Harry looked at the two of them aggrievedly, and the physical injury made him a little sensitive.

Loren and Hermione were at a loss for a moment. Loren said blankly: "I thought that lying in the school infirmary for a night was not a serious injury. I mean, we lay in bed for longer last semester."

That being said, this was indeed not the most serious injury Harry had ever suffered, but he still felt aggrieved: "You don't even care whether my bones have grown back?"

Ron shook his stiff, newly grown arm and said through gritted teeth: "Get to the point!"

"Remember Dobby, the house elf who intercepted my letters before school started? He came to see me last night."

Harry calmed down, cheered up, and talked about the news he heard last night, "He said that something terrible will happen at Hogwarts, history will repeat itself, and the Chamber of Secrets will be opened again. In order to prevent me from being killed, he sealed the walls of the station. It was also he who tampered with the Bludger during the Quidditch game, wanting me to be injured and leave the school."

Hermione was thoughtful, so... has the Chamber of Secrets ever been opened...

Ron shouted angrily: "It was he who caused me to be locked up for a month, and my hands were cramped from wiping the trophy! And the Bludger, his way of preventing you from being killed was to kill you first?"

Harry didn't have too much anger, he couldn't get angry because of another thing that happened last night: "Colin was attacked, on his way to the infirmary to visit me. He is now lying stiffly in the school infirmary like Mrs. Norris."

"Huh?" Ron was stunned for a moment.

Hermione's hand stirring the crucible paused for a moment, disturbing the calm vortex in the crucible.

Loren looked at the sad look on Harry's face, stood up and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, it's okay, Dumbledore will heal him."

"Now," Loren turned his shoulder and made him face the exit, "Go and meet up with your teammates and enjoy the fruits of victory! You know, George and Fred postponed the celebration party for a day for you."

He signaled Ron to take Harry away with his eyes.

"One more thing!" Harry walked to the door and turned his head, looking at Loren seriously, "The person in the library that night was Dobby, he can teleport in school, and he also told us to be careful, there are other house elves coming in from outside."

On Monday morning, the news that Colin Creevey was attacked and now lying in the school infirmary like a dead person spread all over the school, causing a strong panic. Rumors were flying in the school, everyone was suspicious, and even going to the toilet during class had to invite three or five people together.

In this way, in the invisible spreading panic, time came to Friday, which Loren and Dumbledore had agreed on.

Dumbledore said to be prepared, but Loren felt that he didn't need to prepare anything when traveling with Dumbledore. The best way to deal with danger is to hide behind the principal. If you can't stop it, then other preparations are useless.

The middle-aged version of Dumbledore stood next to the perch behind the door, and took advantage of Fox's inattention to pull its fur, trying to accelerate the phoenix's nirvana in this way.

Loren saw this scene as soon as he walked into the office empty-handed. He silently complained in his heart that Fox had entrusted the wrong person.

Dumbledore picked up the black velvet derby hat hanging on the perch and smiled at Loren: "Let's go."

Finally made up