Hogwarts Everything is Three

As most people worry, the situation in the wizarding world in the UK has not improved, and it has begun to develop in a turbulent direction.

At this time, on the Wizarding TV in the Gryffindor common room, the host Fleur Delacour’s solemn voice sounded: “Today, three Muggle villages in northern Scotland were severely attacked by Death Eaters. ...The Ministry of Magic successfully extinguished the fire and helped the Muggles to recover...Mr. Georgy Mount, a member of the International Wizarding Federation, once again issued a warning, requesting that the British Ministry of Magic must take effective measures to protect the lives of Muggles in its jurisdiction The property is safe, otherwise the President of the International Wizarding Federation will be proposed to use Section 73 of the "Wizard Secrets International Act" for disciplinary punishment."

　　 These Death Eaters got worse, and Harry looked at Hermione who was ill at desk in the corner of the common room, and he walked over.

On Hermione’s table, there was a pile of heavy magic books. Hermione looked up at Harry from among the high piles of books, and moved a large pile of parchment from a chair to leave him empty. A position.

　　 "Hermione, what exactly is Ellen's plan?" Harry just opened his mouth when he couldn't hide anything.

　　 "Don't worry about Harry, trust Alan, he can handle these things." Hermione said indifferently, and then continued to write and draw on the book.

Harry leaned over and took a look. The page that opened read: In 1750, Section 73 was added to the Secrecy Act, stating that every wizard management agency would hide, care for, and control the burden of living in their jurisdiction. The responsibility of all magical animals, people and ghosts within. If such food causes harm to Muggle society or attracts their attention, then the magic management agency of that country will be disciplined by the International Federation of Wizards.

　　 Noting Harry’s expression, Hermione explained: “I’m writing a review, and I’ll post it to the Daily Prophet and Singing Devil.”

"Do you know when Alan has time lately?" Hermione, who had continued to look down and flipping through the books, raised her head. Harry scratched the back of her head and explained: "The day Alan and Dumbledore had a dispute, after finishing the ancient magic After class, I had some information and speculations that I wanted to tell him, but Alan seemed to have other things to be busy at the time. He told me that he knew the general situation and gave me peace of mind. Later, he would find time to talk to me in detail... Oh my god..."

　　 "If it's not a little secret between wizards, Harry, you can tell me first." Hermione sat up straight and drew out her wand, and cast earplugs around her and Harry.

Harry didn't hesitate. He told Hermione his suspicions about Pansy and them and what Snape had told Hermione. However, he avoided the cave and only vaguely stated that he and Dumbledore were looking for it. The mysterious human Horcrux was caught in a trap.

As a result, Hermione, who did not risk contact with the cave and Harry, focused her attention on the prophecy. She was very angry: "Professor Snape actually told the mysterious person about your parents? I thought he …Well, Harry, when I see Alan after the curfew tonight, I'll rush you."

"Okay Hermione, I'll find Ginny first. I guess we'll have to find you to borrow Thunderbird soon. It's a thunderstorm. She seems to be able to feel the second heart." Harry looked at Hermione. The cluttered tables got up and left, walking a few steps before wondering why Hermione had to look for Ellen after the curfew.

Although Hermione personally wrote a very sharp article and published it in the "Daily Prophet" and "The Devil", the situation of the Harris family has not been alleviated, and their situation has been unexpectedly caused by Hogwarts. Things are getting worse.

After 　　, on the ancient magic practice class site, many little wizards who had developed a habit put on equipment and came here spontaneously in twos and threes to practice various spells.

　　 Under a thicket of bushes in the forbidden collar on the edge of the field, mud splashed in all directions, forming a small pile beside it. Har used his wand to point at the dirt on the ground, as if two pairs of invisible hands were digging quickly.

"Harry, slow down...Stop...it should be about to dig." Ginny stopped her boyfriend quickly, squatted down by herself, and slowly groped in the dirt with her hands, she took out a wooden piece from the pit Small box.

　　 "Ginny, what's in it for being so careful?" Harry, who was pushed aside by Ginny, looked strangely at his girlfriend after taking out the box, then took out an empty clay pot from his pocket and put some mud in it.

　　 Ginny lowered her head, looked at the wooden box, and said sadly, "Arnold is inside."

Harry suddenly understood her plan, then stroked Ginny’s arm as a comfort, and returned to the middle of the ancient magic practice class. The moment his girlfriend looked over, Harry pulled out his wand and changed thoughtfully. A table came out.

Ginny put down the clay pot, opened the wooden box and the smell of corruption dissipated. Instead of using her hands, she drew out her magic wand so that the corpse inside was cleaned up and turned into a small animal skeleton, which floated just now. On the table.

Freig stopped his spell practice and walked over. He stared at the animal skeleton, which was a little bit close to a mouse. He felt that the skeleton did not look similar to a mouse. It was almost a ball when he was alive: "What kind of animal is this? Skeleton?"

"Arnold is a puff pastel." Ginny's voice was a little sad, "but it is very special. It is a purple pygmy puff. Fred and George cultivated it. After they gave it to me, I took care of it carefully, but It died before Christmas, so I buried it under the bush next to the practice classroom."

"Why didn't I expect it?! Resurrect my beloved pet... I knew it would be thrown into the sea by my sister..." Freig was very envious. When he was in his junior year, he had a pet dog that loved swimming in the family. The family loves it. After the death of Frog’s lawyer’s sister, she burned it into ashes and sprinkled it in the sea.

　　 Ginny took out a clay pot from the waist bag of the ancient magic lesson robe and filled it with salt water.

Ginny carefully used her magic wand to control the contents of the two clay pots to mix in the air. Even if a trace of her red curly hair slipped from her cheeks, she didn't even care to brush it away, just bit her lower lip and let it mix. The mud from behind evenly covered the bones of the puffed wool in front of him.

Then she picked up the black onyx that Allen had made and judged the size of the bones of the velvet velvet, and carefully removed a small piece, then divided it into two pieces, covering the two eye sockets of the velvet skull. .

"Ginny, it turns out that you went to Hagrid so many times for it, don't be nervous, you have succeeded in the rooster raised by Hagrid more than him." Harry looked at his girlfriend's tight body and quickly comforted." Compared to this, we should worry that your mother will be angry. Although she did not let you withdraw from Ellen’s class, she also told you not to practice necromancy...for this reason, she wrote to ask me to supervise you...and we all practiced..."

"Your godfather Sirius is more enlightened than my mother, but I can hide it in my pocket after the holiday." Ginny replied, then stopped talking to calm herself down, and she prayed to Merlin and La Wenclaw bless.

　　As Ginny started the ceremony, the black mist from the mixture of soil and salt water rose up, and the gems on the puffed woolen eyes turned into powder.

Suddenly, the skeleton of Purongrong stood up like this, and it swayed on the table, two red lights gleamed in the shadow of the empty eye sockets. Ginny stabbed the skeleton in the ribs again, and Purongrong shook. Swinging around on the table, he seemed to be screaming after growing his mouth, but in the end he could only make some crunching noises due to bone collision.

"Arnold is not Arnold anymore." Ginny recalled that she would act like a baby and sell the purple fluffy little thing she held in her palm. She looked at the puffed-out skull in front of her and said with emotion, "Unfortunately. I didn’t think about saving its remains before, otherwise I can resurrect it into a more advanced undead when my necromantic skills become more advanced... Harry, I will never hear Arnold singing on Boxing Day~www. NovelMTL.com~Maybe we can paint its bones purple? Dumbledore also likes this look..." Harry habitually mentioned Dumbledore to enlighten his girlfriend before he remembered that he was still angry with him, so he quickly turned away Topic: "By the way, Ginny, how did Arnold's name come from? I can't remember the details."

"There was once an issue of the Daily Prophet. When reporting on my dad who was still banning the abuse of Muggle Supplies, his name Arthur was mistakenly written as Arnold, so I made a joke and put this puffball I named it Arnold." Ginny touched the head of the skull velvet with her fingers. The hairy touch was replaced by the hardness of the bones, but the skull made the same reaction as when it was touched, making Ginny feel happy. ——Although low-level undead creatures don't have much wisdom, this is just the result of Ginny's own orders.

The sound of clicking the shutter button sounded. Harry thought it was Colin Crevey who was here. He looked up and found that Slytherin's Theodore Knott seemed to have produced the same thing as Colin. Interested, while holding a wizard camera and shooting everywhere—Harry knew that most of the other party wanted to do something and would yell at him, but at this time they heard female voices again.

"Ginny, you succeeded?!" Hufflepuff’s Hannah Abbott and Susan Burns saw the scene here and walked over enviously to watch. Like most little witches, they follow Ginny’s relationship has always been good.

　　 Ginny was taken aback when she saw Susan Burns's dress, and asked: "Susan? Why did you come to train without wearing a protective robe? You also withdrew?"