Living peacefully at Hogwarts

254 Temporary Calm

The weather is getting cold.

Klein put the thin shirt into the box, and found a soft woolen sweater—the green-trimmed woolen sweater is the standard Slytherin outfit, regardless of whether it is a man or a woman.

Coupled with the dark decoration in the Slytherin common room, at first glance, it looks like seaweed.

On Saturday, there are no classes.Rarely, he didn't go out, but leaned on the sofa to relax.

Half of the third semester is over.

Except for the initial Azkaban riots, Hogwarts has been quiet for the rest of the time.

After almost all the prisoners were captured back to Azkaban Prison or confirmed to be dead (Sauron made great contributions), the dementors wandering around the castle also withdrew.

The Patronus Charm taught to the little wizards is useless, and the poor Patronus inevitably becomes an "elf" and is used to fight.
But it's okay, magic, isn't it just for playing.

"Whoo~"

Although there were flames burning around to keep warm, Klein still felt a chill.

After all, Slytherin's lounge was built at the bottom of the lake, and the humidity was too heavy.

He felt that Salazar Slytherin must not know that there is something called "rheumatism". Otherwise, when choosing the site, he would not only consider the fit and ignore the most important health problem.

"Good morning, Senior Klein."

In the early morning, Klein thought that no one would come to the common room.Unexpectedly, just after sitting for a while, a voice of greeting came from my ear.

Turning around, the little girl with blond hair was pinching the hem of her clothes and looking at him timidly.

"Good morning, Astoria."

The little girl was an acquaintance, and Klein was no stranger.It was the junior younger than him, Daphne's younger sister, Astoria Greengrass.

"Ah."

Nodding slightly, Astoria stopped talking.

Ever since the issue of the "blood curse" was resolved, she hadn't been alone with Klein like this.

But after the excitement, I just regret it, regretting why I was so impulsive.
Such an atmosphere is too embarrassing!
"Why didn't you sleep a little longer and wake up so early."

Klein was very strange. Few little wizards would not snooze on Saturday and Sunday, the two holy days. Even if they really liked to study, they would wake up before the house elves made breakfast at most.

Calculating the time, it is only five o'clock, and it is not yet dawn.

"I can't sleep. Just come out for a walk."

Astoria's voice was very soft. If it wasn't for Klein's level of concentration that was different from ordinary people, he would have been unable to hear what the other party said.

"Oh, it's good to get up early and exercise."

Klein nodded. Few of the young people nowadays know how to preserve their health.

"Pfft."

After hearing this, Astoria couldn't help laughing.

But after a while, she realized her gaffe, and stuck out her tongue mischievously.

"Senior Klein, you are only one year older than me, but you feel like an old man."

"Ah? Is there any?"

Klein scratched his eyebrows, a little embarrassed.

Anyway, the body is 13 years old, so it is 13 years old.

Everything else is trivial, unimportant, unimportant.

"Also, is exercise like running or something?"

Because magic is so easy to use, almost most problems can be solved with magic. Except for professional Quidditch players, almost no wizards like sports.

Astoria asked curiously.

"This"

Klein glanced at Astoria and made up his mind.

"Come with me. I'm idle anyway. I'll teach you a mysterious exercise method while I'm in a good mood."

As thin as ribs, how can this work.

I have to practice well~
He smiled, and decided to teach the little girl the "Secret Art of Exercise" that had been hidden for many years, the eighth set of legendary radio gymnastics - "The Rising Sun".

Someone died at the age of eight and was buried at the age of 80.

Some people started to plan to retire at the age of 80, but they were still arrested when they were more than 100 years old.

Dumbledore is in pain!

What is the Minister of Magic, whoever loves this crap should be the one. I'm so busy all day long, and I haven't had a vacation yet. It can't be compared to when I was in charge at Hogwarts.

ah~
The widowed old man sighed silently.

But complaining is complaining, and doing things is doing things.Since you can't escape, you must try your best to do your best.

With super ability and decisiveness, the old man seriously dealt with the mess left by Cornelius Fudge.

In just one month, he sorted out the chaotic Ministry of Magic into order.

Not only did it solve the adverse effects of Azkaban's jailbreak, but it also optimized the working mode of the Ministry of Magic, which won praise from all over the world.

All eyes are on the "Dumbledore Age" at the Ministry of Magic.

As for old Fudge.
It's been forgotten long ago.
On the fifth basement floor of the Ministry of Magic, the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation.

There is one thing to say, the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation is really not the Qingshui Yamen, and its power is much greater than that of ordinary departments.

When Barty Crouch Jr., who drank the compound soup, walked into his father's department, along the way, many members of the department greeted him.

"Director, good morning."

"Director, coffee has been delivered to your desk, as before, a spoonful of sugar and a spoonful of milk."

"Director, the Quidditch world is about to start in half a year. The England and Ireland Quidditch Union Headquarters asked us what are the hard and fast rules."

Ears were full of useless nonsense, and Barty Crouch Jr. imitated his father's habits, always with a deadpan face and no smile.

"What's the matter, write the report and put it in my office, don't turn around in front of me to annoy people, now, go to work."

Opening his mouth lightly, he assumed the air of a superior.

After performing such a performance, it really calmed down those noisy members.

Barty Crouch Jr. sneered in his heart.

so easy~
After finding his father's office, Barty Crouch Jr. opened the door and entered.

All that caught the eye were boring decorations.

He raised his eyebrows and sat down on the only leather chair in the room.

Although the old guy was subdued by accident with the broken glass of the milk bottle, it was only the beginning.To create momentum for the return of the Dark Lord, a fake identity is not enough.

He needs to act!
So, what can be done with the help of the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department.

Create panic at the Quidditch World Cup and salute the return of the Dark Lord?Or simply deliberately approach the Acting Minister of Magic and secretly assassinate Dumbledore?

It's really hard to choose.

Tapping his index finger on the table, Barty Crouch Jr. thought for a while, then shook his head silently.

No, neither is right.

What he should do most now is to use the power in his hand to find the whereabouts of the Dark Lord.

(End of this chapter)