Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 227 Message from London

Gan!
Christmas is not over yet this term!
How many times is this, the third time?

Worse than the basilisk chamber!
Although McGuffin has already completed the task released by Wood to win the game, gained talent points, and is ready for the [Blood Curse] to be activated again.

But he was not as at ease as he had imagined.

The unexpected events happening one after another at Hogwarts are simply maddening.

He was heading to Hogwarts Castle with Harry, the others, and Slytherin... the two Quidditch teams led by Mrs. Hooch.

And with him, the daring Lee Jordan...

The guy was shaking now, clearly just realizing the magnitude of what he had done.

As for Wood, he was trembling with excitement for a while, and he was worried about losing the result of winning the game for a while... He kept asking Harry repeatedly whether he had caught the Snitch. (Obviously Wood has chosen to be sexually blind or demented...)
As for the twins, they were excitedly discussing the weird broom that brought out the McGuffin... and Dumbledore's final arrangements for the teachers and students in the school.

The crowd became more and more noisy. On the way, McGuffin and the others did not meet Ron and Hermione. Obviously, Percy led them to the other side of the flow.

All they could see were Slytherin faces.

Fettling, Malfoy was obviously angry at Harry's 'despicable behavior' - taking advantage of Dumbledore's order to capture the Golden Snitch first and win the game. If it weren't for Mrs. Hooch, he might have 'fighted' with Wood on the spot...

Not only that, but ahead of them were the parents of the little wizards coming down from the stand where the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge was...

this means……

Malfoy's mother, and the mother of the twins, Mrs Weasley...

"George Weasley!"

A roar of anger came from there, apparently startling the two people who were discussing enthusiastically.

"Mrs. Weasley, you..."

Mrs. Huo Qi took two steps forward, trying to persuade and stop her——no matter what, let the little wizards go back to the dormitory first.

But...the furious Mrs. Weasley, she rushed over in two steps, which startled Mrs. Hooch a little.

What's more, the people who were crowded together in the past are now (Slytherins) hiding aside like chickens.

"Hi, Mrs. Hooch, I'm looking for George, and I have something to do with Fred..."

When she came to them, she smiled very gently, then immediately turned her face, and said to the twin brothers in a low and heart-pounding voice.

"Good job you did! George Weasley... do you know what you just did?"

With an astonishing and unstoppable aura, this chubby-looking woman with kind eyebrows, like a lion patrolling its territory,... pulled the twins' ears away from here in an instant and walked to a corner on the side.

And the other people on the way were as docile as little sheep in the territory, and they all made way for them to pass without saying a word.

Harry glanced nervously at McGuffin, at a loss. He didn't know if he should follow up and say hello, because after all, the Weasleys, especially Mrs. Weasley, took a lot of care of them during the summer vacation.

McGuffin nodded, handed the [Rocket Magic Flying Broom] (Fartfire series) to Wood, and squeezed Harry and Mrs. Weasley to the place where Mrs. Weasley and the others were.

——In an unoccupied corner near the wall, the flow of people going forward kept passing by from the other side.

Just now the two of them saw Mrs. Weasley pass by easily, but when it was their turn to pass by themselves... they were squeezed out!
As they approached, they heard Mrs. Weasley angrily reprimanding...

"I won't talk about Lucius Malfoy's hair..."

"Did you know you and your broken broom ruined Gilderoy Lockhart's perfect haircut?"

George muttered, "It's nothing?"

The two of them lowered their heads and didn't seem to care much.

But what Mrs Weasley said next was so wonderful.

"Oh!...Do you know anyone else?...Other senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, even Cornelius Fudge's head...It's the hair of your father's immediate boss...If your father's job is not ruined, our family should be thankful...You know I almost passed out after seeing that scene? Have you even thought about this family even a little bit?...I said why Ron got into such a big disaster this year. It turned out to be influenced by you two. Bill, Charlie and Percy never had this kind of situation things..."

"McGuffin..."

Harry was very sad to hear, and whispered... He and McGuffin slowly moved closer.

McGuffin was not in a good mood either, he knew the cause and effect of the matter.

It turned out to be a 'bad luck' made by myself.

Ancipie!
Could it be that he has really become a 'professional' physique?
Damn it!This is getting more and more evil!
And in this way, he would be ashamed to face Mrs. Weasley and his family.

The twins were also very guilty at this time, and bowed their heads no longer to refute.

Mrs. Weasley's voice became lower and lower, and she also knew that now was not the right time and place to teach the two little wizards a lesson.

After venting the first anger in her heart, she gradually calmed down, and only then did she turn around and see Harry and McGuffin.

The two took two steps back.

"Oh, Harry, MacGuffin... long time no see..."

Mrs. Weasley paused, as if seeing the shame in their hearts, she quickly comforted, "Honey... don't care about your business... I just said that to scare the two of them..."

"It's not that easy to lose Arthur's job...Firing him from the Ministry of Magic will not find another person who will enjoy it...or be qualified for that position!"

McGuffin opened his mouth but still didn't say what was in his heart, so as not to make the current atmosphere more embarrassing.

But he made up his mind that if Arthur Weasley would be fired because of his broken broom,
... He remembered that when he went to the Ministry of Magic last time, Cornelius Fudge still owed him a favor, and that old bee Dumbledore also knew... Let him talk to Fudge, it should be fine.

If things can't be done, Mr. Weasley will really lose his job... I don't know if the weird flying broom in his hand has any marketing value. If there is a Quidditch World Cup match that can use this broom... He will let Mr. Weasley handle the patent of this broom, anyway, he doesn't have the 'Malay time' to promote and commercialize it.

It's better to use this to realize...and make up for the 'secondary disaster' caused by oneself.

"Humph!"

A distasteful and arrogant voice came from the side stream of people.

It turned out to be Malfoy's mother, that Narcissa Malfoy passed by several people with a look of disgust, and rushed to Draco Malfoy.

At this time, everyone remembered the current reality
"Mother! Where's Daddy? What's going on up there . . . George wouldn't need such an uproar just to burn Cornelius Fudge's head!" said Fred.

"My God, what am I doing..." Mrs. Weasley patted her head, and after her anger subsided, she also realized that something was far from right.

"You can't stay here... You must join Mrs. Hooch and other students as soon as possible..."

"Why did Dumbledore close the school...what happened?" George looked up and asked after seeing that Mrs. Weasley was no longer scolding him. "Please tell us, Mom!"

"Hurry up and follow..." Seeing the curious eyes of the little guys in front of her, they didn't want to move at all. Mrs. Weasley could only try to recall the scene just now, "Well, let me think about it... All I know is that Dumbledore suddenly appeared in front of everyone, and it was like a house-elf from the Ministry of Magic handed Fudge a letter, and then they drove us wizards who are not employees of the Ministry of Magic from the stand... Finally, you heard the order announced by Dumbledore..."

"Perhaps... a big event happened in the magic world!"

"Anyway, you two are not allowed to cause trouble anymore, do you hear me... set a good example for Ron, Harry and McGuffin... listen to Percy more!"

Mrs. Weasley stared at the two twins and ordered sharply.

"Percy the model student!" muttered Fred.

Mrs. Weasley pretended not to hear, and took these little wizards to Mrs. Hooch and the others, and said goodbye to them.

……

"I don't know what's going on with Harry and the others! Hermione, after all, does this match really count?"

Ron stared at the heads in the crowd ahead, trying to figure out which one belonged to Harry, McGuffin and the others.

"Is now the time to care about that?"

Hermione said sharply, "What the hell happened? How serious could it be...that Dumbledore cancel the match immediately!"

"Hagrid, do you know anything?"

They followed Hagrid's huge body through the crowd, and the second-year Gryffindor wizards walked very easily.

After hearing Hermione's question, Hagrid looked nervously at Hogwarts, his bearded face was full of worry, "I don't know what happened, but it must be something very serious, even if the mysterious man..."

Speaking of this name, Hagrid shuddered, and then continued, "Even at that time,...although many wizard parents took their children abroad, and sent them from Europe to South America, Asia and other continents, but Dumbledore did not say that at that time that the Quidditch match was suddenly canceled..."

"No matter what happened, it must be an extremely serious matter... You must stay in the dormitory for a while..."

"I don't know if Harry and the others have gone back?"

Hagrid held the brass binoculars and looked for the Gryffindor team in the crowd with his height.

……

This is the first time this semester.

the third time?

Professor McGonagall was completely speechless.

She was going to the stand that Dumbledore said with other professors,
Professor McGonagall made up his mind that he must talk to Dumbledore about McGuffin Albert, and ask him to cast some luck-changing spell... Let Hogwarts not be so unlucky!
I didn't expect her to have such a day.

——It got worse and worse.

When I came to the entrance through the wooden corridor, I found that the wooden door made by the deformation technique was completely blocked here.

And some reporters were unwilling to give up and cast a spell on the door, trying to drill a hole, or use other methods of magic to steal the conversations of the people inside.

When they saw someone coming, the reporters from these newspapers surrounded Professor McGonagall and them very dissatisfied.

"Minerva, is this how Hogwarts treats guests?" they asked sternly.

"Push us journalists to the back, isn't Dumbledore in a daze..."

The reporters surrounded the four professors, shouting and arguing constantly.

In fact, these guys just want to find out what happened, and strive for tomorrow's headlines... They smell that something big has happened in the magic world.

"Give way……"

Professor McGonagall squeezed to the front impatiently, then took out his wand and waved it. The wooden wall made a sound like a box moving, and the door leading to the inside was finally opened.

The reporters rushed the professors together like sardines.

"Everyone, everyone... come here..."

"Minister Fudge in a while, he will come over and explain to you in person..."

Standing at the door, David Goodman pulled the reporter to leave.

No one bought it, but no one messed it up like before.

It was obvious that what Dumbledore had done before... had taught them a lesson, and no one wanted to do it again.

After Fudge personally promised to go over there to explain the situation to them, these reporters slowly left here with some Aurors.

"Minister, professor...what the hell happened!"

Professor McGonagall asked seriously, standing in front of Dumbledore and Fudge.

She was a little curious why there was a burning smell here, and most of the wizards here wore weird wizard hats that were long and wide...

But McGonagall Minerva knew that it was more important to figure out what happened...so why Dumbledore was about to cancel the match!

Moreover, Professor McGonagall found a big black beetle lying on Snape's body next to him, it was fat... For some reason, she always felt that this little thing was not pleasing to the eye and was very annoying.So she popped it out of this stand with one click of her wand. )
On the other side...David Goodman, other executives from the Ministry of Magic, and another part of the Aurors were discussing something, their expressions were serious, and they even kept arguing,...it sounded like words like 'London' and 'Muggle' were being passed out intermittently.

It made several professors and the Aurors who rushed over behind them look puzzled.

After Fudge nodded, Arthur Weasley opened a parchment letter in his hand and showed it to the remaining Aurors and Professor McGonagall who had just arrived here, including Professor Snape.

In some glowing blood-colored ink it read:

Minister, you must hurry back to London, to the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore has already rushed to Hogwarts to consult with you.

After thinking about it, I still have to briefly tell you what happened now, so that you can be prepared.

A plant similar to 'the giant wreckage at Hogwarts Halloween' appeared near the Muggle old London Bridge in London.

And it is still growing rapidly, already as tall as a two-story building.

This plant somewhat resembles a willow type plant.

We've sent all the members of the [Muggle Response Contingency Team] and some Aurors, plus some amnestics, and their [Reversal Contingency Team] to deal with it... but I'm afraid it won't be long.

In addition, after Nicole Flamel's identification and research, these plants should have a considerable relationship with the legendary Hai Erbo's failed research on the [World Tree].

According to him, the [Giant Rafflesia Flower] at Hogwarts is probably just a failed experiment.

Depending on the situation... we have to suspect that this incident is just the beginning, and with the...

There is a close connection with the world of the Dark Wizard.

Our colleagues in the Ministry of Magic have reason to believe that after the Mysterious Man (Death Eaters), another organization of dark wizards began to openly challenge the authority of the Ministry of Magic and began to attack Muggles in broad daylight.

Note: Minister Fudge, you must come back quickly... Now half of London is covered with white smoky catkins.

—Your faithful Rufus Scrimgeour
— Director of the Auror Office
(End of this chapter)