Chapter 401 She Escaped?

Penelope explained the causes and dangers of the Obscurus, and the students in the room were silent.

Perhaps because their lives had always been relatively peaceful and they had not experienced much danger, the young wizards had very different ideas from adults.

When many adult wizards were worried that the out-of-control Obscurus might cause huge casualties and might expose the magical world, the young wizards were thinking about what the child who became the Obscurus had experienced.

"It's so pitiful." Wade heard someone whispered: "She must be in pain."

"What if she is caught? Will she be killed?"

"It should be... I heard that she killed a lot of Muggles."

"But those Muggles are very bad. They deserve it!"

"The Wizengamot may not think so..."

Everyone was talking, and Percy coughed hard twice. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he said with a high attitude:

"So you should all know now that there are some people among the Muggles who will target young wizards. Those who are taken away by them can be said to be living a life worse than death."

Someone raised his hand and asked: "How do those people choose their targets?"

Percy explained: "It is said that almost all the captured wizards have Muggle blood - because they exposed their magical abilities before entering school, and were noticed by some people in the Muggle society, and then they were taken away."

Someone else asked: "Don't they resist? They have magic!"

"Yes," another girl said puzzledly: "Even if they haven't learned spells, if the magic riots when they are forcibly taken away, it will definitely attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic, right?"

"Of course they were not taken away by force!"

Percy is happy to show that he knows more , he said to everyone:

"Those people might say - this is a demon possession, a disease, or a special ability awakened - take the children away from their parents with all kinds of ridiculous reasons."

"Muggles have no judgment, they are easily deceived by lies, and then those people use the forgetfulness spell to make parents forget their existence, and from then on, they become miserable experimental subjects."

"Forgetfulness spell?" A student from Ravenclaw frowned and asked: "You just said it was a Muggle organization, they also know forgetfulness spell?"

"Yes, it is certain that a small number of wizards are used by those people."

Percy said My own guess:

"Maybe some little wizards grew up under the control of those people, and even if they learned magic, they became puppets controlled by them."

Seeing that everyone was pale and looked a little scared, Percy hurriedly said:

"Of course, you who have already entered the school don't have to worry about encountering such a thing. In fact, there are very, very few children killed in the whole UK, probably only a few."

Percy straightened his chest and said proudly:

"Even the mysterious man is afraid of Dumbledore, not to mention the criminal organizations of Muggles."

A low exhalation sounded in the room, and some frightened children's faces also improved a little.

-That's right... We are protected, unlike those children who were deceived...

In fact, Percy didn't have any sense of crisis. He didn't see the tragedy on the island with his own eyes, nor did he have too complicated experiences. To him, it was just a story that happened far away, a string of numbers, and there was no real feeling.

He was about to emphasize his concern and contribution to everyone again, but suddenly met Penelope's eyes and suddenly remembered his girlfriend's previous instructions.

By the way, this is the point they want to talk about when they gather students.

"But remember, if you want to keep all of us safe, you must strictly abide by the Statute of Secrecy! Only by completely hiding the magical world can we avoid persecution from Muggles."

"Most people here have Muggle relatives or Muggle friends, and some people like to show off their magic in front of Muggles-"

Percy said, glaring at the twin brothers.

Although students cannot perform magic outside of school, the twins sometimes show off in front of Muggles under the guise of performing magic tricks with the help of some small props.

Although their original intention was just to make more friends and get praise and applause, Percy hated this violation of the rules.

Under his gaze, the twins rarely made trouble, but showed a thoughtful expression.

Percy continued:

"--This is very, very, very dangerous. Perhaps your trusted aunt or distant cousin will tell others about your magic, and then be noticed by some dangerous guys."

"You are definitely safe when you are in school, but what about when you go home during the holidays? When you go out to travel? When you visit relatives? If someone is determined to do something bad, then danger may come at any time!"

"So obeying the law of confidentiality is not a kind of lack of freedom, but to protect ourselves!"

...

The lunch break was actually very short. Percy felt that he had not performed well in his first speech, and the assembly had to end.

The little wizards walked out of the Student Union President's Lounge in twos and threes, and they couldn't help discussing the news they had just heard along the way.

"I always feel that it's a bit unreal." Someone whispered to his friend: "Look, the newspapers didn't say anything, and the professors didn't say anything. We don't know whether this news is true or false!"

"It's true. Susan's aunt works at the Ministry of Magic, and she heard some news." His friend said, "But I think it's a bit exaggerated to say that so many people were killed."

"Yeah. Just like the fairy tale my grandmother told me - the disobedient Little Red Riding Hood will be eaten by the Big Bad Wolf."

The two laughed disapprovingly.

"When they meet those people, they will know how powerful they are!" Ron glared at the backs of the two angrily and said angrily, "My dad can't lie!"

"Just know it in your heart, little Ronnie, but it's best if no one meets them."

Fred came from behind and rubbed Ron's head.

"But that guy is really a nasty guy!" George nodded at his brother and said affirmatively, "You are right."

Ron slapped Fred's hand away. Before he could decide whether to be angry or happy about what his two brothers said, he saw them quickly catch up with Wade in front.

"Hi, Wade, we have an idea..."

"Maybe we need your support..."

"See you after dinner? Do you have time?"

"Yes." Wade readily agreed: "Meet at the old place."

"Okay."

The two brothers walked away with their shoulders close together, talking in a low voice.

They didn't show any nervousness about facing the OWLs exam, but their eyes were shining. It was obvious from their appearance that they must have had some great ideas.

Michael asked Wade: "Do you think what Percy said is true? So many people were really killed?"

Wade was silent for a while, and said: "The actual number of victims may be more... The legendary island may be just a small part of the darkness."

Several images flashed through his mind quickly.

Wade originally thought that the island was hidden from the map, but in the archives, he found that it was not the case.

That place belongs to a private company, nominally processing various fish and meat, registered with the Muggle government, and has normal tax records.

The island also often sent out fishing boats to salvage in the nearby waters, so the flow of ships became very normal.

The records they could find were only a small part; the bones they could find were also only a small part.

The ocean is a natural cemetery that can easily bury everything that cannot be seen in the light.

Hearing this, Michael looked at Wade seriously, poked him with his elbow, and said:

"I know you must know some inside information - tell me, what did you do during the Quidditch match that day? Where did your weird cloak come from?"

"Sorry, I can't say."

Wade said frankly and frankly, not feeling embarrassed for hiding it from his friends.

Dumbledore and Professor Snape both wanted to completely hide the fact that he was on the island that day for his safety, and Professor Snape even sent him back to school with injuries.

Of course, Wade himself would not tell the story without any cover-up and ruin their good intentions.

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"Okay... I see... Actually I guessed it." Michael nodded.

Wade smiled. Michael was very smart. He never had to worry about the other party misunderstanding him.

This might be the reason why Michael had so many friends.

There were two consecutive classes of Herbology in the afternoon. The two needed to go to Professor Sprout's greenhouse, so they quickened their pace and walked down the stairs.

Behind them, watching the two disappear from the stairs, Ron couldn't help but slow down.

"Go back to the common room or to the library?" Harry asked.

They also had Herbology classes in the afternoon, but they had to wait until two hours later. These two hours were a rare relaxing time in a week.

As for Hermione, she ran to class as soon as she went out.

Ron hesitated for a while and said, "Find an open space... Let's practice spells."

Harry was a little surprised to hear this.

Among the few of them, Ron has always been the lazy one. For a while, he followed Harry to learn spells, but it didn't take long for his attention to be distracted by other things.

Although Ron had a lazy attitude towards homework and study, and was not serious or hardworking, often rushing to finish his papers on the last night, his grades were still pretty good, which made Ron feel more at ease and just lay down and do his job.

In fact, Harry also wanted to lie down and choose a more relaxed lifestyle. But every time he arrived at the Umbrella House, he was urged by the atmosphere of the SSC to work hard.

Even so, he often felt ashamed of himself, for example, his notes always looked messy, and he often felt that he had remembered the wrong knowledge points.

Fortunately, Defense Against the Dark Arts always helped him regain his confidence.

Seeing that Ron had once again aroused his interest in hard work, Harry was naturally very happy, and the two found an empty classroom to practice spells.

But learning spells is not easy to achieve overnight.

For example, the Levitation Spell, they learned this spell in the first grade, and now they are in the third grade, and sometimes they have to review and write papers on the Levitation Spell.

By the time they graduate, some people can use the Levitation Spell to float a car, while others can only use it to move a table.

This was also true for most of the courses in school. Sometimes it would take them two or three classes or even half a month to learn a spell.

But at the SSC meeting, Harry felt that learning spells was very simple. In most cases, he only needed about ten minutes to successfully cast a spell. For some particularly difficult spells, one or two days would be enough.

Most of their practice time was spent on familiarizing themselves with spells and improving their power.

At this time, Ron was just like the last time he studied with Harry, showing the speed of a normal student in normal learning -

They spent more than an hour learning the Obstacle Spell, but Ron's "obstacles were numerous", and Harry only used an ordinary Repulse Spell to break it.

"Well practiced!" He tried not to show a disappointed expression and said, "It's already very powerful! Your spell blocked me for a while!"

But after spending so much time together, Ron naturally saw that he was not sincere, and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of frustration.

"Don't comfort me, I know this level is far from it." Ron looked down at his wand, a little dejected.

"Actually, you did a really great job!" Harry tried to comfort him: "This should be my problem... I'm not as good at teaching as Wade, he can always see where the problem is with others at a glance..."

"Wade Grey..."

Ron hesitated, wanting to say something but stopped.

Harry didn't notice it, he looked at the time and urged: "It's time to go to the Herbology class, let's go!"

...

Wade's Herbology class had just ended.

The students put away their dragon leather gloves and shovels, walked out with fatigue and the smell of dragon dung, and Wade stayed at the end.

"Wait a moment." He said to Michael: "I have something to ask Professor Sprout."

"Then I'll wait for you at the door." Michael patted the dirt on his body and said: "I'm going to breathe some sweet fresh air."

Wade walked to the other end of the greenhouse, where Professor Sprout was checking the transplanted plants.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and even in the greenhouse, the condition of some plants was not good.

Professor Sprout took care of these magical plants gently, just like taking care of his own children.

"Professor." Wade approached and said.

"Oh, Wade." Professor Sprout wiped her hands on her apron and asked with a smile, "Any questions?"

"I want to ask, has Professor Dumbledore not come back yet?" Wade said, "I haven't seen him for a long time."

Professor Sprout sighed, "Dumbledore has been very busy recently, for..."

She hesitated, and then thought of Wade's involvement in that incident, so she said, "For the placement of those children."

"Those children?" Wade paused and said, "I heard that Mabel... I mean, Obscurus ran away?"