Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 393 The Unable to Find The Old Witch

"You want me to teach you magic?" Anok looked suspiciously at Maureen. "You are from the outside world. You should find him. I don't know much more than him."

"But surely more than me, no?"

Maureen knew his level of magic well. He was not afraid to compete with other Hogwarts students, but it was far from enough to deal with experienced wizards.

The Arnock in the painting learned magic from the Arnock outside. Arnock is much more powerful than other wizards in the painting. Even Payingade is afraid of it, so Molin thinks that he can learn magic from the Arnock in the painting. There's nothing wrong with magic.

"That's true, but it depends on my schedule. I have to go to bed in an hour, play mahjong with someone tomorrow, play chess with Evan on Wednesday, go skiing with the old woman all day on Thursday, and go skiing with the old woman on Friday. And go to climb Mount Everest with Dumbledore..."

Mo Lin was stunned when he heard that: "Your life is really rich."

"In short, if you have any magic you don't understand, you can come to me. It's okay to teach you a little boy, but don't be too frequent. I have to be busy with my own affairs!" It looks good.

"That's great, let's find a place to fight!"

Mo Lin felt that he lacked combat experience. If he could find Anok to practice his skills, with Anok's eyesight, he would definitely be able to know where his weaknesses were, and he could learn some new magic by then.

"Okay." Anok said with a smile, "I've always wanted to change your hairstyle. Let me think about it. Last time I saw a wizard who was struck by lightning, his hairstyle was pretty good..."

Mo Lin's eyes widened. Why did the Arnold in the painting and the Arnold outside have the same bad taste.

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The centaur's divination curse had already been lifted by An Ran and him, so Hagrid forbade the two of them to go to the Forbidden Forest. In fact, Molin didn't like running to the Forbidden Forest very much, it was not suitable for him.

But after all, that night turned the Muggle cemetery into a mess, with bones falling apart, and it was inevitable that the Ministry of Magic would be alarmed, but it was not known how the Ministry of Magic would handle this matter.

He flew to Hagrid on a broomstick after Quidditch training on Thursday afternoon, and asked Hagrid about that night.

"You mean what happened that night? Things were terrible. Many Muggles saw the chaos in the cemetery and were frightened by the skeletons. They also saw the centaurs and me."

Hagrid swung his shovel gloomily, shoveling a pile of red droppings from an unknown creature into the vegetable garden.

"Then the Ministry of Magic didn't trouble you, did it?" Mo Lin asked as he put down his broom.

"I told them about the situation, Lucas and that crazy woman—"

"Moira! That old witch is called Moira." Maureen said, "I remember I told you, didn't you tell the Ministry of Magic?"

"Speaking of which, they couldn't find Moira as a wizard at all." Hagrid stopped and said.

"Can't find Moira?"

Mo Lin thought about it, and felt that it was not that unexpected. The old witch was a very powerful arithmetic fortune teller. Yesterday he went to ask Professor Victor on purpose, and even Professor Victor had never heard of this person.

"This has gotten me into a lot of trouble, and tomorrow I'm going to the Ministry of Magic to attend a hearing with Ronan - the Ministry of Magic is not happy with what I did with the centaurs, he said we shouldn't Muggle graves—that's nonsense, as if I'd be willing to pick people's graves—"

Hagrid was very uncomfortable with the various rules and regulations of the Ministry of Magic, and he complained for a while, saying that the Ministry of Magic would blame one person for another if it didn't do its business properly, and liked to find someone to take the blame. Shut the mouths of journalists.

"That's the necromancer skeleton of the old witch. The Ministry of Magic should find out, right? The old witch left in a hurry, and they didn't cover up the traces of their magic at all," Mo Lin said.

"Yes, they checked the magic traces of the crazy woman and Lucas, if not, I'm afraid they would put the magic on me-but they still couldn't find the crazy woman and Lucas Lucas's whereabouts, that's why I want to search for the whereabouts of those two fugitives through me and Ronan-oh, this damn dung."

Hagrid muttered and slapped another bug crawling out of the red droppings, before continuing: "That's crazy, I told you we didn't know, they have to summon us over and over again, Ministry of Magic Aurors really should reflect on themselves, they have so many advanced magic instruments, but they can't find the whereabouts of the two dangerous dark wizards."

Hagrid complained like this, but Maureen knew that it was not a problem with the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, but that the old hag was more powerful, and an arithmetic fortuneteller of this level was more than enough to cover his whereabouts. I have a deep understanding.

Mo Lin remembered the bonfire of the centaur, and asked, "Can't the centaur burn another photo of Lucas to find the whereabouts of the old witch and Lucas? You know, just like last time."

At the beginning, the centaur threw Lucas's photo into the bonfire, and then predicted the next plan of the old witch and Lucas. Mo Lin always thought that the centaur's bonfire divination was very magical, and it could even be said to be quite reliable. A kind of divination.

"Ronan said it can't be done now, that old witch has already guarded against this, and it's useless to burn any number of photos." Hagrid kicked a stone away, and then said, "Principal McGonagall has forbidden me to take you to the Forbidden Forest." —didn't she tell you?"

"Oh, yes, I was invited to have a cup of tea yesterday."

Maureen shrugged his shoulders. Principal McGonagall is a very strict witch. She will not treat Maureen extrajudicially just because she got the Dumbledore Cup No.2. What should I do? This is Principal McGonagall. consistent principle.

But Maureen is used to the headmaster's office. When he came back from the Dumbledore cup last time, he went to the headmaster's office to drink tea and told everything about Lucas to Headmaster McGonagall, but at that time Principal McGonagall, at least after criticizing him, praised his talent approvingly.

But it was different yesterday. When Maureen went there again yesterday, the first thing Principal McGonagall said to him was: "Why are you again? Is it difficult to be an honest student?"

Mo Lin didn't know how to answer, so he could only sit upright with an innocent face, accepting criticism seriously, with a very sincere attitude.

"Okay, Christmas is coming, I hope you don't cause trouble anymore, go back quickly! Don't run to me for a while. I'm really afraid of you now. I heard that wherever you go, there will be no peace. Last year Hogg Watts' train was set on fire by a dark wizard, and it seems to be related to you."

Hagrid murmured and waved to Maureen, signaling him to go back to the castle and not come to the Forbidden Forest again, or he might make something wrong later.

"It's actually not as serious as you say."

Mo Lin muttered, every time there is a reason, it can't be his fault, can it?

"Goodbye, then, Professor."

Maureen touched his nose. He had already received a letter from Grandpa Alton. He will be on vacation next week, and he will go home for Christmas.

"Goodbye, hope the train doesn't burn again this year," said Hagrid.

"As long as no one comes to catch me."

Mo Lin rode on the flying broomstick and flew towards the castle.

(End of this chapter)