Chapter 615 March and April

"Second, Voldemort is trying to get in touch with the werewolves. Let your Professor Lupin... or let John Moon keep an eye out for the news."

"Third, I left you a few papers on advanced potion research projects. There may be a lot of information and papers to consult, but most of the books and periodicals can be found in the school library. Try your best to complete them. Don't be lazy..."

In the old and dirty screaming shack, a thin deer beast stood on the table, his dark eyes without any ripples, and his throat made an incredible and terrifying sound.

Hermione stood in front of the right side of the table, half a body behind, watching Loren quietly listening to the professor's teachings.

Few people have experienced the taste of losing their bodies and turning into ghosts, but it is said that this is more painful than an unconscious ghost. Is this professor as calm as he appears, or is he enduring the pain from his soul...

After several years of getting along, Hermione can tell that Loren deliberately said that teasing to ease the atmosphere.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, Professor Snape might want to catch up on all the lessons at once, or perhaps his temperament had changed after experiencing the death and life events. In short, the resigned Potions Professor was more nagging than before.

His voice was slightly strange, too calm and even a little cold, revealing a different kind of warmth in the season of thawing snow, and it didn't seem cold at all.

The young deer nodded: "Professor Slughorn is very experienced, but don't completely believe in his teaching. Combine your own potion principles and try to optimize and improve the preparation steps in the textbook. Don't be afraid of making mistakes. It's normal to make mistakes..."

"I remember everything, professor..." Loren listened carefully to the deer's instructions, paused for a few seconds, and asked softly, "The hamster that Dumbledore handed over to me, a Death Eater named Walton McNeill, is it the material you prepared for resurrection?"

Snape was silent for a while and nodded: "At that time, you brought Crouch Jr. and McNeill back to Hogwarts from Ben Nevis. Fudge was still in power in the Ministry of Magic, and Azkaban was guarded by Dementors. Dumbledore did not hand them over, and finally passed them to me..."

The resurrection ceremony is a taboo in the magic world, and no record can be found in all history books.

It must be admitted that Voldemort, as the most powerful dark wizard in history, his exploration in the field of evil black magic can even be compared with Helper, and only he successfully completed the resurrection ceremony.

To make the dead soul return to the body from the virtual and real, three materials are needed to build the body, and at the same time mark the existence of the dead in the world...

As an extremely special existence, Snape has the dual identities of a Death Eater and the Order of the Phoenix. It is indeed difficult to find his real enemy. Both sides regard him as their own, and neither can fully trust him.

Under such conditions, McNeill, who witnessed him killing Crouch Jr., became the most suitable material.

"Father's bones, enemy's blood..." Loren whispered softly, "What about the servant's flesh, professor?"

"I once made a deal with someone, Loren, now... I need you to help me collect the debt..."

...

March was spent in continuous rain, but the rain was not heavy, but the dense rain and fog made the Hogwarts Castle always filled with a layer of water vapor.

The Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake were shrouded in a thin hazy veil. Birds became quiet and huddled under the leaves to shelter from the rain most of the time. However, the fish were very active. Standing on the tower and looking at the Black Lake, you could see groups of shadows swimming underwater.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were lucky enough to catch a relatively sunny weekend to play Quidditch.

It was a wonderful battle. The team, led by Angelina, was in a stalemate with Cedric for a long time. Without the interference of off-field factors, Ron failed to perform exceptionally, but he did not make mistakes. The two sides went back and forth, attacking and defending, and the score was always very close. In the end, Harry caught the Golden Snitch first.

On the first weekend of April, the second Quidditch game of this semester also kicked off - Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin.

"What a rare good weather, I finally saw the sun..."

Loren sat in the back row of the audience, looking up and squinting at the sky. The clouds were thick, and those cotton-like clouds reflected bright white light, which made people unable to open their eyes.

Hermione also had a faint smile on her face. She turned to look at Loren and stretched out her hand to cover his eyes: "Don't look directly at the strong light. It's bad for your eyes and will cause astigmatism."

"Okay, Dr. Granger." The girl's hands were soft, tender, and fragrant. Loren rubbed them with a smile, "I didn't feel that it was bad for my eyes, but the effect on my nose was quite obvious. But I feel like sneezing now..."

Loren rubbed his itchy nose and took two short breaths to suppress the urge to sneeze. The urge to sneeze was not strong enough now. He suppressed it first, and when it came back later, it would be a hearty sneeze!

"I don't want to bother with you..."

Loren laughed twice and rubbed the back of Hermione's robe, winning a punch reward.

The audience nearby was more enthusiastic about the game, chattering about the information of the game, such as which Slytherin players were about to graduate, which substitute player was so-and-so, and who had a greater chance of winning this game...

On this occasion, Seamus, who was well-informed, was undoubtedly the focus of the crowd. His drake voice, which was in the period of voice change, was particularly harsh: "Breaking news, Slytherin's Seeker Draco Malfoy has been ill since the beginning of school. For reasons, Quidditch activities have been completely stopped, and the substitute seeker Harper who played today was hired by him! "

"No wonder I don't see him in every training session on the court."

"How's this Harper's game?"

"..."

As Mrs. Huo Qi's whistle blew, the players from both sides jumped into the sky together.

This game went beyond the expectations of all spectators. This team after the replacement made frequent mistakes. When the chaser Pusey hit the Bludger, he hit the captain Urquhart in the mouth with a stick... Even though it was In this way, Slytherin still retained the heritage of a strong old team, and relied on the fierce tactics of exchanging injuries for injuries to control the point difference within 30 points.

It’s just that Ravenclaw’s Seeker Qiu Zhang caught Slytherin’s biggest flaw. Their Seeker was replaced by the experienced Draco Malfoy and replaced by the newcomer Harper. Qiu Zhang was in Harper caught the snitch under his nose, and finally opened up a 170-point difference to end the game.

For the Slytherin House audience, they had endured nearly half an hour of torture, and the atmosphere in the arena was like a particularly miserable funeral.

"I can't even bear to make fun of them..."

"Let me tell you... when he missed the fourteenth ball, he looked like he was crying."

"For a few seconds, the Golden Snitch flashed at Harper's feet. If it had been an experienced Seeker without hesitation, Slytherin might have won."

Draco listened to these noisy discussions and stared down at his toes.

Loren followed the crowd back to the castle, staring at Draco in the Slytherin team with a thoughtful look.

"What are you looking at?" Hermione turned to look at him.

"Nothing, I was wondering when the sneeze I was brewing would come out."

…

As April enters, the weather becomes sunnier and the temperature gradually rises.

The grass color in the open field and courtyard became crisp when no one noticed it. After the baptism of spring rain, flowers of various colors bloomed as scheduled. Bright daffodils, elegant crocuses, and fragrant bluebells were spread across the field. And the plains outside the Forbidden Forest are rich in color.

The students took off their sweaters and put on light shirts, ushering in the Easter holiday in the bright spring light. Little wizards could be seen running on the grass at any time——

The exceptions are fifth grade and seventh grade, whose exams have officially entered the countdown.

Library, window seat.

An open brown paper box was placed on the table, containing Easter eggs sent by Mrs. Weasley. The eggshell was chocolate, decorated with some small books made of frosting, and filled with some sizzling honey candies.

Loren broke off a piece of chocolate and put it into his mouth, opened the historical material in front of him, found the relevant chapters, determined the scope of the excerpt, and the general structure of the history of magic assignment, and began to think about how to refine the word count.

The History of Magic thesis is different from other subjects. If you excerpt more content, you will be more rigorous. If you excerpt less, it will make the teacher doubt the authenticity of the content. Anyway, Professor Binns will not check for plagiarism, so he can do whatever he can to save trouble.

Hermione was sitting in the inner seat, her head slightly tilted to one side, her expression serious, her quill leaving neat handwriting on the paper. She was translating a poem written in ancient runes according to the "Magic Phonetic Table". It is said that Reciting this poem can feel the smell of spring.

Loren's eyes moved to her unconsciously, and he slowly became fascinated.

"Did you read the notice on the bulletin board about employment guidance?"

"Look, it says that all fifth-grade students must interview their dean about future employment issues, and it also gives a timetable. In the first week after the vacation, we two are in the same time slot, Monday morning at ten o'clock Half, go to Professor McGonagall's office."

Loren said in surprise: "Doesn't that mean we don't have to go to class?"

"Remember to read those career introductions and corresponding grade requirements before the end of the vacation."

"I don't want to read them. Those pamphlets are long and verbose."

"I knew..."

Hermione sighed, finished writing the last paragraph of the paper, put the quill back into the ink bottle, and took out a page of paper from the notebook: "I have written it all down. First of all, it was the therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital who requested that the magic Obtained certificates in the N.E.W.T. examinations of Pharmacy, Herbology, Transfiguration, Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts; Muggle liaison work, only requires an O.W.L. certificate in Muggle Studies; Curse Breaker and Magic at Gringotts Wizarding Bank The requirements of the Accident and Disaster Division are similar…”

The window opened a slit for ventilation, blowing her hair into a mess. Against her serious face, it seemed brighter than the spring light outside the window.

…

The last Thursday of the Easter holidays.

Slytherin boys dormitory.

Draco did not go to the Great Hall to have breakfast as usual. He waited for all his roommates to leave before he got up and went to the cupboard to pick out clothes.

Pushing aside the standard magic robes, taking out the striped vest and black formal attire, putting on tight-fitting trousers, and briefly arranging his platinum-blonde hair, Draco looked at himself in the mirror, and he did see something in a daze. A shadow of his father.

"No wonder they say we look alike..." Draco whispered, with a bitter smile on his lips, "Why dress so formally? I'm going to the trial, not to attend the banquet."

"Attend the banquet..."

Draco repeated this short sentence that he hadn't mentioned for a long time and was even a little unfamiliar. Two days before the incident in the Department of Mysteries, Malfoy Manor held a grand banquet. It was incredible.

Changing into a less exquisite outfit, Draco came to the head of the bed and reached under the pillow to take out a simple letter - a relative's trial notice from the Ministry of Magic.

He did not unfold the letter to confirm the trial time, because the content of the letter was so familiar that he could recite it. Putting the letter into the inner pocket of his clothes, Draco walked towards the door.

But he stopped before leaving.

Draco thought for a while, came to the bed again, and took out a storage scale from the suitcase under the bed. It took a few seconds to estimate the amount of wealth in the storage scale again. After doing all this, Draco was sure that he had nothing missed, and then walked out of the dormitory.

There was no one in the common room. Those who could get up early were enjoying breakfast in the hall, and those who could not get up early would have to wait an hour before they could start activities.

It was dark all around, with only the faint embers in the fireplace emitting a dim light. Because it was located under the Black Lake, the temperature was very low, and the fireplace in the Slytherin common room was still in normal use.

Just yesterday, Professor Slughorn told him that Professor McGonagall had communicated with the Ministry of Magic and built an exclusive Floo network line between the fireplace in the lounge and the Ministry of Magic.

"..."

Draco walked quickly to the front of the fireplace, took out the prepared Floo powder, and a green flame rose:

"Ministry of Magic."

...

"Ninth floor, Department of Mysteries." A cold female voice echoed in the elevator, and then the simple door opened with a bang.

Draco followed a female staff member and walked through this closed corridor. There was no scratch on the wall, and it was painted evenly. At the end of the corridor was a heavy black metal door, which looked like it had been replaced recently and was as bright and clean as new.

It seemed that all the cold and lifeless furnishings indicated that the impact of that incident had passed.

Except for the living people.

They went down to the bottom of the stairs and walked along a corridor. The scene in front of them suddenly changed. There were rough stone walls on both sides, and simple torches were supported on brackets. It was exactly the same as the underground corridor of Hogwarts.

There were some heavy wooden doors of the same style on both sides of the corridor, with old bolts and keyholes embedded on them.

"We are here, the tenth courtroom."

Standing in front of a dark wooden door, Draco's heart suddenly beat violently. With some heavy and complicated emotions, he stepped forward to turn the handle and pushed the door open.