Chapter 243

Night spread over the Forbidden Forest, the stars were sparse, and the lights in the castle gradually became sparse. In the long corridor, only Filch was patrolling slowly with an oil lamp.

Beside him was Mrs. Norris, who was walking gracefully.

There seemed to be a shadow flashing in the corner of his eye. Filch looked up and saw a small bird flying above the castle.

It was a peregrine falcon.

Mrs. Norris also jumped on the window sill, looking up, her tail wagging slightly.

The caretaker looked at it for a moment, lowered his head disinterestedly, and said to his pet: "Listen carefully, Mrs. Loris. On a night like this, there will definitely be a few little guys sneaking out!"

"Meow~"

Mrs. Norris shouted to the sky.

"It's useless. You can't catch that kind of bird. Let's go to work." Filch said.

Mrs. Norris had no choice but to jump down from the window sill, look back at the sky, and then follow her master's pace.

Peregrine Falcon is naturally Vader.

After getting used to the arms turning into wings, the feeling of flying freely is better than riding a broom.

And the bird's brain is only a little bit small. Even if he still remembers who he is, his thoughts naturally become simpler after the transformation, and he can basically only think about one thing at the same time.

So when you are flying, you only think about flying, when you are hunting, you concentrate on hunting, and the joy after harvesting is more pure and natural.

When he returned to his original appearance, he felt as if his thoughts had been cleansed, and all the tedious and complicated things became lighter.

Suddenly, he heard a trembling sound in the air, a peregrine falcon flashed quickly, and an owl suddenly passed by him, making a low and powerful sound when its broad wings flapped.

The peregrine falcon drew an arc lightly, suddenly folded its wings and swooped down, pounced on the owl.

It folded its wings, and its entire body resembled a fighter jet. Its speed was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye in a very short period of time!

In just a moment, the owl felt severe pain. It screamed and thought its neck had been cut off!

The peregrine falcon flew by quickly, and a few plucked feathers fell slowly.

As he flew past a window, he suddenly stopped, tilted his head and looked inside.

Professor Abigail, who was wearing pajamas, was sitting at the table, dismantling the black gun into parts, cleaning and maintaining it, and then slowly assembling it again.

Feeling eyes on her, she turned her head and saw the peregrine falcon outside the window. She smiled, grabbed a handful of dried meat from the table and placed it on the windowsill.

"Eat," she said gently.

The peregrine falcon lowered its head, took one in its mouth, spread its wings and flew away.

The painful owl circled in panic for a while, and found that its head was still on its neck. Its anger and hatred rose again, and it returned to the owl tower to call a dozen of its companions, and flew toward the peregrine falcon menacingly.

A large flock of birds hovered over Hogwarts, making shrill calls from time to time, making the quiet night in the castle lively.

Some students living in the tower were woken up. They lay beside their beds and saw the owls seeking revenge outside. They said to themselves in surprise: "Did they find a big nest of rats? They screamed like this."

Dumbledore was writing a letter when he heard the cry. He put down his quill and looked sideways, just in time to catch sight of the peregrine falcon outside the window.

The principal thought for a moment, stood up, opened the window, and asked, "Would you like to come in and hide for a while?"

Like most birds that are frightened, the Peregrine Falcon suddenly spread its wings and flew away with a "flutter".

The owls immediately discovered the enemy's traces and surrounded them from all directions. The peregrine falcon shuttled among them flexibly and lightly, avoiding every attack with unparalleled speed and agility. After a while, it rushed out of the encirclement and disappeared.

Seeing this, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile happily.

"Young people are so energetic..."

Like most elderly people, the principal muttered a sigh and sat back at the table.

He read the letter he had written before and suddenly felt it was boring.

Yesterday Fudge sent a letter, mainly questioning the recent high-intensity military training organized by Hogwarts and questioning the intentions of the teachers and students of the school, especially Dumbledore.

Dumbledore originally wrote a long letter explaining that this was a game activity organized voluntarily by the students. In this activity, the children had well exercised their willpower and magical abilities, and they would definitely become more outstanding wizards after graduation.

As seniors, they should encourage rather than harshly stop, and Hogwarts is fully prepared for this to ensure that students are not seriously harmed.

Finally, he also emphasized the necessity of this kind of training. In recent years, the scores of OWLs exams and NEWLs exams have been declining. The hotbed of peace has made students no longer diligent in training. Many people can’t even use the Iron Armor Curse after graduation. This This kind of training can be a good way to encourage children to learn and so on.

But at this moment, after seeing the peregrine falcon escape the pursuit of a group of owls and escape calmly, that free and proud attitude was engraved in the old man's eyes.

Dumbledore sat at the table for a few minutes when the letter suddenly flew into the air and ignited, burning into a pile of ashes.

He started writing again——

Thank you Minister for your concern for Hogwarts.

Although this is an internal matter for the school, we would welcome some guidance from the Ministry's elite.

We will also organize a challenge next month and sincerely invite you and outstanding Aurors to participate.

The dark green ink left only a few short lines of text on the paper, followed by the signature. After the letter was folded, it was sealed with wax.

——Although there are now convenient ways of communication such as the friend account, some old-fashioned and sophisticated wizards still prefer to use traditional letters when they are not in a hurry.

For example, Fudge is very resistant to the emergence of new things because it makes him feel at a loss. He stays in his comfort zone and is unwilling to come out, and hopes that the world will always remain the way he is most accustomed to.

Dumbledore was glad that he did not become that pedantic and dull.

He sent the letter.

The vengeful owls watched in the sky for most of the night, but never saw their enemies come out. It was not until dawn that they returned to the owl tower in a sullen manner.

At this time, Wade, who had a rare sleep, just woke up from his sleep.

He stretched his body and saw the sleepy Miss Ava staggering back from outside, and couldn't help laughing.

"Why are you so tired?" Wade caught his owl, touched its cold back, and asked, "Have you been flying all night?"

"Coo-coo--"

Miss Ava whined in grievance, pecked Wade's palm with her beak, and then impatiently landed on the shelf and quickly ate the owl food.

It seemed that it not only did not sleep all night, but also did not have time to catch a mouse for itself.

Wade lovingly added a handful of food to it, including a piece of dried meat. Ava filled her stomach while cooing and complaining about the peregrine falcon last night.

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