I, Hogwarts Second Week

"It's that mudblood!"

"Master's goal!"

"Damn!" Female Death Eater.

Cast the ultimate defense spell, and then hide to the right to avoid this curse.

The stinging pain on her arm made her furious.

It is simply unforgivable that I should be defeated at the hands of a little wizard!

After she stood firm, she was about to wave her wand to counterattack. The tip of the wand lit up with a dazzling light. It was obvious at a glance that her next spell was no ordinary thing.

"Stop pestering me."

At this time, her companion, who had already withdrawn her wand, suddenly stopped her and said, "Someone is coming to the castle."

Sure enough, when she looked up into the distance, Mad-Eye Moody was running towards them like a mad dog.

His speed was extremely fast, and the powerful bounce brought by the alchemical prosthetics on his legs made him look like he was flying when he ran.

Behind them, the Aurors from Hogsmeade Village also noticed something strange in front of them and were hurrying towards here.

If they don't leave, they will be surrounded.

"Huh!" the woman snorted coldly.

There was a hint of coldness in the eyes behind the mask.

After glaring at Hermione fiercely.

A strange spell was uttered in his mouth, and then a white light lit up.

The next second, a powerful and disturbing vibration came from the ground.

"boom!"

A terrifying wave of air rushed straight towards him.

Everyone present had no time to dodge, and the air flow carried the snowflakes and instantly buried them.

After the brief dust passed and several people waved their robes to shake off the snowflakes, they looked around again and found that the two people in front of them had long since disappeared.

"Damn it!"

The sound was like an angry lion roaring, and that was Moody's figure.

His eyes widened, and then he turned to look at Barty Crouch, "You should hold on a little longer and hold them two back!"

"Damn, these sewer rats are getting more and more active now." He looked around uneasily, looking at the traces left behind after Hermione fought with the two Death Eaters.

"You are the Auror!" Barty Crouch roared, and today's events reminded him of Fudge.

That guy just died in a house in Hogsmeade Village.

He was killed directly with a killing curse.

And just now - I don't know if it was an illusion or because I was highly concentrated.

He always felt that the Death Eater who launched the Killing Curse at him caused the curse to pause briefly.

He can obviously cast off the spell faster.

"I know, Crouch!" Moody responded, "That's why you should leave the Ministry of Magic with an Auror, not an embroidered pillow!"

He glanced at Umbridge, who was lying in the snow with only her head buried in the snow blown up by the current.

"Now is not the time for you to have your own way!"

Others didn't know, but Moody knew deep down.

Kingsley and Director Rufus Scrimgeour of the Auror Office were removed from the core of power in the Ministry of Magic.

As the superior agency of the Auror Office, Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was about to be replaced by him.

"I know what I'm doing!" Barty Crouch still had a cold face, but his rarely evasive eyes also revealed his panic about the attack just now.

At this time, the Aurors also rushed over, led by Kingsley.

They divided into two groups, one went to find the two Death Eaters, and the other escorted the minister to Hogsmeade.

"You didn't stop him?" Kingsley looked at Moody. The tone was somewhat accusatory.

"It's a pity that I don't have wings!!!" Moody roared.

Then he stared angrily at Crouch who was walking away, "This guy is becoming more and more stubborn."

"Sooner or later this will kill him!"

After that, he ignored Kingsley.

Instead, he turned his head and looked at Miss Granger and Harry, "Now, you two, go back to the castle immediately." He said sternly, and then, as if herding ducks on the shelf, he drove them towards Walk to the castle.

If it had been in the past, he would have gone after those two Death Eaters.

But - now, he was a professor first and an Auror second.

And looking at the angry and scary Moody, Kingsley couldn't say anything.

Crouch didn't trust him, and it was only a short walk from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts Castle.

Who would have thought that someone would be attacked in the middle of this.

"Hey!" He sighed, the Auror's life would not be easy again tomorrow.

It seems that another bloody storm is about to take place in the British wizarding world.

On the other side, Percy was in a dilemma.

Emotionally speaking, he wanted to follow Moody back to the castle. After all, Granger had just helped him, so it was only natural to go and say thank you.

But when he thought about the attack on the Minister of Magic, he knew that he would be busy soon.

Sighed.

Percy and Kingsley walked straight towards Hogsmeade.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and ignored the unconscious Umbridge who was still lying in the snow with half of her face exposed.

Maybe they really didn't realize that there was such a person.

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the other side.

In Hogwarts Castle.

Word spread quickly about the Minister of Magic being attacked by Death Eaters.

At least Dumbledore knew about it before Harry and Hermione arrived in the Headmaster's office.

"Stay here and don't go anywhere." Moody warned them.

He had some experience in dealing with this group of lawless little wizards.

Anyway, points will be deducted, or you will have to go to the dean of each college. He has been able to cope with it with ease.

Dumbledore also had the same opinion.

He then left the office with Moody.

Without thinking too hard, they knew that they should have gone to Hogsmeade to find Barty Crouch.

After all - that was the Minister of Magic, not some cat or dog. Think about it, another respected minister was murdered in Hogwarts. This was simply the most explosive headline news of the year.

It's enough to make people talk about it for a whole year, or even longer.

Because of Fudge's death, people are still talking about it.

And in such a short period of time, two ministers of magic died at Hogwarts. It is easy for some conspiracy theories to become popular, such as that someone was behind the minister's death.

Dumbledore doesn't care much about his reputation. If someone throws dirty water at him, he will probably listen happily to see what interesting lies you can come up with.

But he couldn't tolerate anyone slandering Hogwarts.

"It was thrilling just now!" Harry said quickly. At this time, Ron was also in the office, and the trio reunited again.

He walked forward and told Ron excitedly what had just happened.

"Oh my God! Did you meet a Death Eater?" Ron couldn't believe it. Why were there Death Eaters around the school again?

Hey - why use again.

"An attack on the Minister of Magic," Harry added.

"Of course Percy is too."

"Percy? Is he okay?" Ron asked quickly.

"It's okay. Hermione arrived just in time."

"But -" Ron suddenly frowned, "Why did they attack Barty Crouch? I mean, since last year's war, the Aurors have been killing him for a whole year, even the most loyal of that man You bastard, that Bella has been arrested, why should they be exposed?"

"Maybe for revenge?" Harry said.

"Then why now? Attacking the Minister of Magic near Hogwarts?" Ron pointed to his brain, the meaning was obvious.

"I always feel like there's some conspiracy!" Harry added.

The two were chatting animatedly, but Miss Granger focused all her attention on the alchemical artifacts on Dumbledore's table.

She didn't know the use of these gadgets before, but now she can feel the beauty and working principle of them.

Harry didn't bother her.

He knew that Hermione had been a little absent-minded recently, and she needed to rest. Everyone knew it, but no one could persuade her to stop.

While Hermione was studying the alchemy equipment, Harry also began to look around.

"Hello, Fox," he said, then said hello.

Professor Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes is perched on a golden perch by the door. In fact, Harry often sees it.

After all, they are frequent visitors to the principal's office.

——Fawkes was as big as a swan, with brilliant red and gold feathers. He shook his long tail feathers and winked at Harry in a friendly way.

Harry then looked toward the wall behind the desk, where the old, patched Sorting Hat sat on a shelf.

There was a gleaming silver sword in a glass box next to it, with large rubies inlaid on the hilt.

The Sword of Gryffindor!

The first game was when Hermione used it against those alchemical golems.

After that, she returned the sword.

Neither Harry nor Ron could figure it out.

Why did Hermione give the sword back.

Owen was right, that sword was a relic of Godric Gryffindor. When there was no heir, it belonged to Hogwarts, but now that there is an heir, the sword should belong to Hermione.

Hermione could have kept that sword for herself.

This little Gryffindor wizard thought so.

Of course, this has nothing to do with which sword they want to play with.

Uh-huh - no!

Harry stared at the sword with burning eyes, imagining in his mind the heroic scene of him raising the sword to fight the dragon.

And just when he fell into fantasy.

Suddenly a flash of silver light diverted his attention from the Gryffindor sword to other parts of the cabinet.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that there was a black cabinet in the wooden cabinet. The door was not closed properly, and bright silver light came from inside.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then walked over and opened the cabinet door. Inside was a shallow stone basin, which was very large.

"What is this?" Harry murmured in confusion.

"Pensieve." At this time, Miss Granger's voice came, "A top-notch magical alchemical creation. This was given to Professor Dumbledore by Nicola Flamel. It is mentioned in the "Advanced Alchemy Guide" and "Ancient Alchemy". "Decryption of Techniques".

She stopped talking.

Then no more words.

"Pensieve?" Harry sighed slightly. "Ancient Alchemy Deciphered" is Owen's book.

Apparently it reminded her of him again.

"What is this used for?" Harry looked back at the shallow stone basin in the cupboard.

Then he said as if changing the subject.

There are many glass bottles around the stone basin in front of me.

It contained some kind of white liquid.

There were strange carvings on the mouth of the basin: they were all letters and symbols he didn't recognize, and the silver light was emitted by the contents of the basin.

He couldn't tell whether these silver lights were liquid or gas.

To describe it, it is like mist, constantly flowing, just like the water surface ripples in the breeze, and like clouds spreading out and rotating softly, it turns into liquid light for a while, and then looks like a cloud. It is the solid wind...

All in all, it looks very magical.

Harry was completely attracted by the magical scenery in front of him.

He suddenly had the idea to reach out and touch this 'mist' to see what it would feel like.

However, at the very end.

He has already raised his hand.

But he still held back.

After all, he is not a first-year kid who is already in fourth grade.

Touching unfamiliar magic items casually like a fool is tantamount to committing suicide.

Many magic traps have gorgeous appearances.

But once touched, poisoning, curse, parasitism, explosion, any danger you can think of may occur.

"You can touch it with your hands." Hermione stood behind him and said softly.

"The Pensieve is a precious alchemical tool used to preserve thoughts and memories in the mind."

While touching the pensieve, she explained: “As long as you put the memory in it, you can use it to re-embody that memory in an immersive way.

For wizards who know a lot of secrets, often combing through their memories can help them discover some details that they didn't notice at the time. "

Hermione stared at the 'mist' billowing in the Pensieve.

Her brown eyes seemed to see through the magic.

Bits and pieces of stuff in my head.

That can be seen without using a pensieve, and it will be played on a loop in the days to come.

And these pictures will only bring stinging pain, which is sharper than all the weapons in the world.

It is an invisible blade called the past.

"Cool!" Ron also squeezed over.

"With this, can I relive the happy memories of the past over and over again?"

"Ha! I want the World Cup to be there"

Harry stepped on Ron.

The guy screamed in pain, and then he reacted. He saw Hermione's expression becoming increasingly depressed.

"Well, I mean this is really a good thing, isn't it?" He was a little embarrassed, and then he winked at Harry.

Potter, who understood it, quickly said, "It's a good thing. Look - what is this silver thing."

"Hermione, do you know?"

"It's memory!" She said after half a minute.

Ron stirred the silver substance with his wand, and suddenly the contents of the pensieve became transparent.

"Memory?" Harry looked curiously, lowering his head lower and lower.

He seemed to have seen something.

A few scenes and then – ‘Poof! ’

The next second, he was pressed into the pensieve by his good brother Ron.

"Ron!!!" Harry didn't doubt Hermione for a moment.

Because he knew that only Ron could do such a thing.

Just as he was struggling, the scene in front of him was changing rapidly, and Dumbledore's office suddenly fell over.

Harry found that his hair didn't hit his pelvic floor, or suffocate him as much as he had imagined when he fell into the lake.

He seemed to have entered a strange world.

He fell into a cold and dark material, as if being sucked into a black vortex...

Then he saw clearly that it was a dimly lit room.

Harry thought it might be underground, because there were no windows around, only torches plugged into wall brackets like Hogwarts. He saw rows of wizards sitting on stepped benches around the room. There was an empty chair in the center.

This chair gives people an ominous feeling because its armrests are wrapped with chains, as if they were used to bind people.

He looked up at the high stone ceiling, trying to see the water.

But all he could see were dark, solid stones.

The surrounding scene made Harry feel like this place was more like a dungeon.

There was a bleak and gloomy atmosphere in the room. There were no pictures or any decorations on the walls. There were only dense rows of benches on all sides, arranged in steps. From all seats, the chained sword could be clearly seen. chair.

"What is this place?"

Harry was confused, even a little panicked.

After all, I suddenly came to such an eerie place.

"This is the Judgment Hall of the Ministry of Magic." Ron's voice rang in his ears.

Harry turned his head and saw Ron falling from the ceiling as well.

The two looked around. There were at least two hundred wizards in the room.

They all have solemn expressions and wear ancient and exquisite clothes mainly in dark colors, giving people an invisible pressure.

"You still know this?"

"I see George, Fred and others who have been here." Ron said, "In the past, several wizards who seriously abused Muggle items and even violated the Statute of Secrecy were tried here every year."

"Here? What's the trial?" Harry asked again.

"Should the judge be imprisoned in Azkaban?" Ron explained: "This is the Tenth Judgment Room, a venue used by the Ministry of Magic to judge the worst crimes. There are only a few people who can be brought here. I can go out without any guilt.

It will take at least three years to start in Azkaban. "

"." Harry was a little frightened, but they were just some Muggle items - as for that?

Also, does it count as a crime the more a wizard uses Muggle items?

What an evil law this is!

Then there is a train to Hogwarts!

The people who invented the train were Muggles, so why—the wizard who modified the train was not punished?

And radio.

printing press.

projector.

There are so many Muggle machines in the wizarding world, why are they turning a blind eye?

Will co-writing only make you feel comfortable and not allow others to enjoy it?

Suddenly, Harry developed a certain disgust and resistance to magical laws.

"Hermione will definitely repeal all these laws!" He said firmly, then turned around and saw another wizard falling from the ceiling.

It's Hermione.

"So, are we in one of Dumbledore's memories now?" Harry looked around, his breathing suddenly became rapid and he looked very excited. This kind of secretly exploring the principal's secrets was really exciting.