Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 291
After the banquet, it means that the semester is coming to an end.

But there is still a period of time left before all the students leave school, probably only two or three days.

(Because this closure happened so suddenly, for all the student families...especially the Muggle families, they had no idea what was going on at Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall and other professors had to explain and communicate with them one by one, and let the parents of the little wizard come to pick them up)
During this extra time, most students spend their time in the library.

The amount of homework assigned by the professors made all the students complain.

(The only thing that makes little wizards feel lucky is that since the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is not there...there is no homework for this course)
They all want to do something while they are still at Hogwarts... After all, there are the most abundant books and materials here, and they can ask the professors at any time...

Of course there are people who don't think so.

The Weasley brothers, for example, were trying to figure out what happened that night.

But even Ron was given a gag order by Professor McGonagall... or rather, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, through Mr. Weasley, to keep this story from spreading.

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However, within a few days, everyone knew about it from the newspapers.

On the morning of leaving school, [Daily Prophet] had already published the entire incident on the front page of the newspaper.

The picture on the black and white front page of the newspaper is Professor Gilderoy Lockhart's silly, bald smile.

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[The charming Hogwarts professor in the past?Is it the murderer?Or a victim? 】

According to this newspaper's exclusive source, Mr Lockhart, who once won the most charming wizard smile in the "Wizard Press", is now in the protective custody of the Ministry of Magic, and is being treated in the St. Mungo's Charm Injury Unit.

According to an unnamed attending wizard at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic:
—Mr. Lockhart is beyond help, his brain and magic are completely messed up.

"Unless Merlin is resurrected, there is no way to save him."

These are the words of the wizard.

According to another secret source, Mr. Gerald Lockhart became like this when he was viciously attacked by fellow wizards from the Ministry of Magic when he was facing the dark wizard at Hogwarts.

Otherwise, it would be hard to imagine how a first-class wizard with such a commanding adventure experience would become like this.

Or hesitating Cornelius Fudge's poor command, which led to all this. In addition, in this battle to chase the dark wizard, an Auror was fatally disabled.

But according to Connery Fudge himself, this statement is completely nonsense. Professor Gilderoy Lockhart has always been controlled by dark wizards. Instead, he has been involved in a series of black witchcraft (huge magic plants) terrorist attacks in the past six months.

(...)
But from his former Minister for Magic, Mr. Millicent Bagnor,

——Connery Fudge is a complete idiot. He is the culprit of all this. We need a strong, tough leader who can deal a serious blow to this black witchcraft.

It's not a coward who is good at playing power, but submissive, and has no guts at all.

(...)
——This is really lest the world will not be chaotic.

After reading it two or three times, McGuffin thought secretly.

He returned the newspaper to the two Weasley brothers, who wanted to make a joke.

Forgot to mention, in a small panel on the back of that paper it says:

If someone can provide detailed proof of what happened that day, [Daily Prophet] will offer rewards ranging from dozens to hundreds of Galleons.

This made the two guys almost go crazy out of Jin Gallon.

Ever since he knew about this, he always wanted to get something out of McGuffin and Harry.

"I said, George, Fred... Aren't you going to pack your bags?"

McGuffin pressed the suitcase with great effort——in addition to a large pile of clothes, there were also some magical gadgets (a small gift for the family)
Harry also has a lot of luggage, a large part of which is occupied by Nimbus 2000 and the [Rocket Magic Broom] that McGuffin gave him.

Of course, there is still a large pile of Lockhart's books to deal with, (there are no more second-hand stores, and I don't know if Lihen Bookstore accepts these old books)
After the Defense Against the Dark Arts class returned to normal, no one would think that the next professor would find it hard to continue using this kind of teaching material that praised another professor.

Forehead!If you're a middle-aged... Lockhart fan of witches, it's possible.

But this probability is not great.

McGuffin knew that the next Defense Against the Dark Arts professor might be one of Harry's father, James Potter's buddies... Werewolf Lupin.

Although the plot has gone astray to the Marinian Trench now... But with Lockhart's fate so miserable, it is estimated that this poor werewolf in the whole of England is likely to take this job.

Of course, this is not certain.

McGuffin didn't dare to guess what happened next.

Leave school early!

Shir!This kind of thing actually happened... Although I know what else will happen. (No school will have an early holiday...unless it encounters some irresistible force)

The school leaving date was finalized this morning. (Professor McGonagall finally notified them one by one, and confirmed that all the parents of the little wizard knew about it, and then hurriedly confirmed the matter.)
Then in the morning, he used magic to wake up all the little wizards and notify them.

That's why now they started packing their things in the dormitory in a hurry, planning to catch the Hogwarts Express train in the morning.

but……

"McGuffin, Harry... come here..."

"I have something to do with you!"

Professor McGonagall came to their dormitory with a tired face, and called away the two who were puzzled.

For some reason, her tone was very hesitant.

She brought the two of them to her office.

There are already people there.

Snape, and Dumbledore, and Lucius Malfoy stood there arguing.

Lucius Malfoy had a look on his face... how should you say, old-fashioned, almost decades older than the last time McGuffin saw him.

His originally beautiful long blond hair began to curl up, his face was greasy, and his face was no longer so pale, but a tired yellow.

Snape was in high spirits, with a golden light in his eyes, and he stared straight at Harry as soon as he came in.

This made Harry shudder, and stepped back slightly to hide behind the McGuffin.

"Professor, who are you? What can you do with us?"

After entering the office, no one spoke, asking them to come over for what purpose.

In the end, it was McGuffin who asked the question first.

Lucius wanted to speak, but he took a step forward, then backed away hesitantly.

—He really couldn't say it.

Finally, he strode out the door directly.

"Professor, you should explain to the two little wizards!"

"What is this called!"

Professor McGonagall chased him out angrily, as if to comfort Mr. Malfoy.

When she was about to leave, she slammed the door shut.

--boom!

After this sound.

There were only four of them in the room.

There was a moment of silence, as McGuffin and Harry grew increasingly uncomfortable.

Dumbledore coughed twice, and finally spoke.

"how to say?"

"Uh!...Harry! McGuffin, can you stay in school and delay going home?"

"Of course, those of us professors who stay in the school will give you private tutoring to make up for your courses this semester... There is no need to do the homework assigned..."

McGuffin immediately felt something was wrong.

And not just because of that task of getting homework done.

Also because the old bee actually talked about the benefits first, then there must be no good news in the future.

Just when McGuffin hesitated to organize his words and wanted to decline.

Harry could no longer care about Snape's weird gaze, stared straight at Albus Dumbledore, and shouted excitedly,

"Really? Professor, I promised... You don't know that the Dusleys will definitely not let me disarm the magic textbooks... I'm afraid that I won't be able to complete the papers assigned by the professors."

Gan!
— Use your brain!Is there such a good thing?Harry!
McGuffin rolled his eyes at the side of Potter and choked for a long time.He thought that he hated iron for being weak.

"Albert? What about you?"

Dumbledore continued with a smile, "It seems that the antidote for the [Blood Curse] on your body can already be obtained."

"I have the blood and horns of the unicorn, and the tears and eggshells of the phoenix. I can use what was left over from Fox before, and now I have left..."

"Try it with the basilisk's venom and horns...the talisman doesn't match the last part of the antidote you mentioned."

"If it doesn't work, there are still some Horned Water Serpent horns in the school... I'll see if I can exchange my old name for some Horned Water Serpent blood and venom from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..."

"After all, these two are the most famous snake-type magical animals."

Egg!
——This is a threat!

And Harry stared at him with a pitiful, begging look.

It seemed that he had to agree.

McGuffin just nodded.

"Then it's settled!"

Snape hurriedly stepped up to the two of them, and said loudly, his tone was far more excited than Harry's.

Seeing such an abnormal Snape Severus, Harry took two steps back with a flustered and puzzled expression. Only then did he realize that something was wrong and realized that something was wrong!

— but it was too late.

"Professor, what is it?" McGuffin asked Dumbledore.

"Uh! Uh...Professor Snape, tell me!" Dumbledore didn't know what to say about the bad luck of this mess, so he had to let the guy who looked like he had cast a happiness spell on his face say it.

—Old cunning!
Snape cursed inwardly.

He really wanted to look at Lily's daughter again, so he had to keep his face back and raised his eyes to stare at the top of the heads of the two little wizards.

"Ugh! It's just...something happened to Draco Malfoy...the two of you might need to be used, so I specially kept the two of you here."

"Well, that's it...that's right! That's it..."

Dumbledore and the two of them laughed, and finally said,
"Don't worry, we will use owls to notify your family members, but after this matter is completed, there will be a special person,...or through Floo powder (opening a dedicated magic Floo powder channel to connect to the magical residence near your home), and then send you home..."

"I suppose you've all used Floo powder, haven't you?"

Dumbledore asked the two with a wink (Harry and McGuffin nodded), and then he couldn't help but send the two little wizards out the door, saying that he wanted them to explain this matter to other students.

"Take a good farewell. After all, this vacation will be very long, and you will be separated from them in a while."

He finally ordered.

boom!
The door was closed again.

There was the sound of Snape's heated argument from inside.

— This is not like the usual Snape at all.

McGuffin and Harry looked at each other, completely confused about what was going on.

Or maybe you haven't responded yet.

Harry regretted it a little now, logically he should trust the professor and be loyal to Dumbledore... But the current situation made him have to be vigilant.

But now the two can only prepare to go back to the dormitory and tell others the news.

As they walked, they discussed what happened and what happened?

Harry asked MacGuffin, "Do you know what happened to Malfoy? Lucius Malfoy doesn't look right!"

"I don't know either...Draco has been petrified a long time ago? I haven't heard that petrification can be changed with the passage of time...It's not a salted fish...Can it be pickled?"

McGuffin complained, and then said, "You still have to ask Dobby about this kind of thing, doesn't he admire you?"

"Why don't we go to the school hospital and see if we can meet Dobby..."

"Dobby!" Harry suddenly yelled as he was speaking.

"That's right, it's Dobby, and he'll be more than happy to see you and answer your questions, Harry," said McGuffin.

"No! I see Dobby, up ahead!"

After finishing speaking, Harry dragged McGuffin to the front at high speed. After turning a corner, they blocked...

A little amazing guy, a house-elf.

The long, bat-like ears keep flapping...

A large ping-pong ball green eye was full of tears, as if frightened by the sudden appearance of two people.

The little thing kept trembling, and its slender nose trembled slightly.

It's just different from Dobby... It wears a tea towel with the Hogwarts seal on it, like a small robe.

"Dobby? What are you doing here! What are you?" asked Harry repeatedly, staring at the quaint decoration.

But this is much better than the tattered, dirty sack clothes.

"The elf is not Dobby! Not Dobby!" The little guy was very weird, and he covered his face tightly with his slender fingers.

A very sharp voice came from between the fingers, sharper than Dobby's, a slightly trembling, piercing voice.

Although it was difficult for elves to distinguish genders, Harry suspected that the one in front of him was - probably a woman.

"It's not Dobby!"

Harry said disappointedly.

The elf trembled, snapped his fingers, and disappeared from the air.

McGuffin added, "There are many house-elves in the Hogwarts kitchen, and this is probably one of them! You just saw the decorations on it... It is impossible for the Malfoy family to automatically provide Dobby with new clothes, because that means their family liberated Dobby and gave him freedom."

McGuffin guessed this with great confidence.

(Not just because of familiarity with the plot...he knew the Malfoys weren't like that at all.

Also because he often went to the kitchen with the Weasley twins to secretly eat... and often dealt with those elves. )
"Can you imagine the Malfoys being so kind all of a sudden?" McGuffin asked Harry.

Harry shuddered, and he replied affirmatively, "It's impossible!"

But for some reason, what suddenly appeared in his mind was the scene of Lucius Malfoy just running away in a bit of despair.

(End of this chapter)