I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 119 Me. Me, run away!

In the woods, it was pitch dark.

Besides, the man on the ground was covered in snowflakes and mud. (left behind by dragging it on the ground just now)

Ron was a little unsure. After all, meeting the Minister of Magic here was a bit ridiculous no matter what he thought.

Holding the wand.

The fluorescent light slowly illuminated the face covered with mud.

Ron reached out and pulled off most of the dirt on the face, then took a closer look, and then nodded with great confirmation, "It's Fudge! Look at his chest, there's the badge of the Ministry of Magic!"

"What?"

It was like a bolt from the blue.

Hermione staggered back a few steps, looking at the man lying stiffly on the ground with wide eyes in disbelief.

No - how could it be?

She didn't believe it.

But the reality did not allow her to disbelieve it, because that face looked familiar to her.

I think I saw it in the Daily Prophet.

"It's Fudge!" Luna next to her also leaned over, with a curious look on her red face.

As the Lovegoods who firmly believed that Connery Fudge had cultivated an army of fire elves, she was quite familiar with Fudge.

Her father, Xenophilius Lovegood, could write eight articles a week in The Quibbler against Fudge.

It’s hard even if you’re not familiar with it!

"I, I, attacked the Minister of Magic!" Hermione covered her mouth in horror, her face instantly turning pale.

All kinds of impending miserable lives automatically appeared in his mind.

First she would definitely be expelled from Hogwarts.

The second is that she will be tried for assaulting the Minister of Magic.

With her shallow legal knowledge.

For her crime, there should be no problem in sentencing her to life imprisonment in Azkaban.

"What to do! What to do! Will I be caught in Azkaban!"

"I -" The little witch lost her composure for the first time. She held her head and kept moving back and forth, with various thoughts popping up in her mind.

Then the whispers of a certain evil boy with gray eyes began to play in her head.

'Hi! Miss Granger, the prerequisite for being able to cast the Death Curse is not to be captured by the Aurors and sent to Azkaban. ’

'Do you know Azkaban? ’

'oh! It was a good place, built on a small island overseas. The air in the prison was full of turbidity, dampness, cold, and lifeless. There you will never see the sun again. Sunlight is a rare luxury for you. In a prison only a few feet wide, staying in the dark with no purpose. This is the time to pretend to be lazy. You are a dead person, because in addition to the unbearable loneliness, there are dementors floating around waiting for an opportunity to eat your soul and make a feast. ’

'Of course, all of these can be overcome, as long as you behave and don't go crazy. Maybe a few decades later, when you were so skinny, with sunken eyes, all your hair falling out, and you were no longer like a human being, It will come out. oops! The Ministry of Magic can't really lock you up for life, of course, provided they can remember you. ’

"Hey hey hey~~~How about it, do you still want to learn the Death Curse? If you want to learn it, I will teach you for free!"

No--

Hermione squatted on the ground holding her head, shaking her head desperately.

She didn't want to go to Azkaban—no.

- Being sad and crying is like feeling sick. The closer I get to the zero point, the more uncomfortable I feel but the less I can vomit.

She could only hold back her discomfort, a strong sense of responsibility and guilt constantly hammering her fragile heart.

"Me, me, let's run away~" Big tears finally rolled down from his red eyes.

But before it crossed my cheek, it was already frozen.

As for the other little wizards, their expressions were different. Hannah, who was born pure blood, had a bigger reaction than Hermione.

His face was pale and his eyes were full of confusion and fear.

She also seemed to think of her future life in Azkaban—obviously suffering from Owen's PUA.

As for Justin, his reaction was much smaller. As a Muggle, he didn't know much about the laws of the wizarding world. Although he knew that he was in trouble, he didn't take it too seriously.

This can only be regarded as a prank or something - he thought.

And finally, our elf Luna, she is different from the others.

Her silver eyes were filled with joy, as if she had performed some great feat. She stepped forward and kicked Fudge a few times with her little feet, as if to confirm something.

"We have defeated the evil minions of the Dark Wizard!" she said.

Luna wears a Christmas gift from Owen on her little head.

The bunny ears made of unicorn tail hair stand up high.

The golden hair turned into silver, shiny and very cute.

Ron automatically filtered out this crazy girl's behavior, and his eyes completely fell on Hermione.

It's hard to believe that she would show such an expression if she wanted to be strong.

But the next moment, a strong sense of absurdity surged into his heart like a tide, "I don't think you need to worry about this problem at all now!"

He got up from the ground, and then said very calmly, as if he was asking what to eat for dinner: "You just attacked the Minister of Magic."

Then, Harry smiled sadly and said, "We seem to have attracted all the Acromantulas in the forest."

"Hogwarts - the school wants pills!!!" he shouted in frustration. Now that Dumbledore was being coerced, he couldn't think of anyone else who could deal with so many dark creatures.

"What?" Just as Hermione, Hannah and Justin were being tortured by the cruel future.

A rustling sound like a tidal wave suddenly came to my ears.

"Run!!!" Ron yelled.

Then he reminded aloud: "Take Fudge with you! Unless you really want to give him to the Acromantula for dinner, and then go to Azkaban to spend the rest of your life!"

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On the black lake, the flames are still dancing.

Unfortunately, neither the main planner Dumbledore, nor the executor Owen, nor the participant Professor Flitwick, expected that today, the story in the audience would be even more exciting than the one on the stage.

"That is--"

Finally, there was a burst of snow in the forest, and the snow all over the sky was lifted up. The trees squeaked and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

At this time, anyone who is not blind or deaf will notice the changes in the forest.

"Merlin's beard! What is that?"

"It seems to be an Acromantula!"

"Acromantula? So many?"

Thanks to Lockhart's incredible teachings, most of the young wizards halfway up the mountain recognized what the tidal wave of monsters were.

"Those are Aragog's descendants?" Among the wizards, Hagrid was definitely the most sober.

He looked far into the Forbidden Forest with a very surprised expression.

He never knew that Aragog would have so many descendants!

Hagrid always thought that there were only a hundred or so in the forest!

But now - there are hundreds of them just appearing in his field of vision.

It’s like giving money for the exam (laughs) You can’t do anything if you take the exam naked.