Dynavale and Hogwarts

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Little Joseph groaned, covering his heart with his hand. The blood vessels on the exposed skin bulged out, and Dana seemed to be able to hear the turbulent sound of the blood flowing rapidly in it.

Little Joseph's mouth and nose were bleeding continuously, and his wide-open eyes were bloodshot, as red as a rabbit's eyes. Coupled with his painful expression, the whole person was terrifying.

Dana didn't panic. This was a situation he had expected before. He just put the bowl in place and waited for little Joseph's signal.

"Eat." Little Joseph's signal finally came. He stuffed the fish meat into little Joseph's mouth, watched him swallow it with difficulty, and then fed the remaining fish soup into his mouth. At Little Joseph's signal, he continued feeding two bowls before ending.

From the outside, little Joseph was even more terrifying now, and the exposed skin was stained red by the blood leaking from the capillaries.

But little Joseph's expression was no longer painful, and even a little joyful. The body regained its ability to move, and he raised his knife and fork to eat steak like a starving ghost reincarnated. When I finally had the mince pie, I returned to my polite demeanor.

Only then did little Joseph notice the deliciousness of the food and squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

Seeing little Joseph still alive and kicking, Dana just felt that he was pleasing to the eye wherever he looked. He had no objection to his terrifying appearance and appearance. As long as a person is alive, he is better than anything else.

After eating the mince pie, little Joseph folded his hands on his swollen belly like a pregnant woman. When Dana saw it, she couldn't help laughing. Feeling something was wrong, he quickly asked with concern: "How do you feel now?"

Little Joseph did not answer immediately. He savored it for a while, looked solemn, and took several deep breaths. He was obviously a little nervous. After several attempts, he successfully cast the curse detection spell on his hand.

After looking at the unchanged golden light shield for a long time, little Joseph couldn't help but burst into tears, and finally burst into tears like a child.

Dana was silent. Little Joseph needed to vent so much. Every day, I feel anxious and fearful, not knowing when the curse will come true on myself or my loved ones. What is even more despairing is that these days have no end yet. Not everyone can resist that kind of pressure.

Although little Joseph was a bit cynical before and often smiled, that was just a mask he wore in front of others. I believe that in private he must be very bitter in his heart, accumulating too many negative emotions such as anger, unwillingness, depression, and sadness.

It would be nice to take this opportunity to vent all his negative emotions. After crying, he will start a new life and usher in a future full of hope without the shadow of death.

Dana stayed by the side, saying nothing, just patting little Joseph's back gently with his hand, again and again.

After crying for a while, little Joseph wiped his face and looked at him with some embarrassment. Dana suppressed a smile and conjured a mirror for little Joseph to look at himself.

Little Joseph looked at himself in the mirror and was startled. The blood on his face had been spent by crying before, but with the last touch of his hand, it was completely blurred. With his innocent eyes, he successfully turned a scary face into a comical one.

Little Joseph himself couldn't help laughing and became even more embarrassed. He didn't dare to look at Dana. He waved his wand and cleaned himself up and down several times. He looked carefully in the mirror before looking directly at him.

"Thanks, Dana. If it weren't for your help, I would be a corpse now. When covered and rewritten with blood, the demands on the body are too high." Little Joseph looked scared.

"There is no need for us to thank each other. We are just helping each other." Dana waved his hand and then hesitated for a moment before asking: "Since the physical requirements are so high, what about your uncle?"

"The hardest part is over, after all, the blood of different races"

At this point, little Joseph suddenly stopped talking, looked at him apologetically, and then continued: "My uncle and I have similar blood, so the covering and rewriting work will not have a great impact on the body."

Then, he looked at the food on the table and said, "Of course, it's safer to have these dishes."

Dana waved his hand and saw that it was just a few dishes. He had even prepared portions for Jiawen and Neville, so he said, "You can take everything on the table with you."

After thinking about it, he suggested: "It's best to adjust the order of eating. Baked snails and then eat them after eating the steak. The effect will be better."

Little Joseph was not polite, put away all the dishes on the table, hurriedly said goodbye to Dana, and then apparated back to tell his uncle the good news.

After dinner, Dana thought of the strange behavior of the Dementors again, and was thinking about contacting Dumbledore to see if there was any way he could allow him to go to the island to explore the island openly.

I couldn't bear to think about it, and just as I was thinking about it, Dumbledore's voice came from the magic message: "Just now, Fudge sent a message that the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic is being attacked by Death Eaters. He suspects that Voldemort is among them, and he hopes that I will go over immediately to provide support." .

At this moment, there was a ping-ping-pong-pong sound from the magic message. It should have started a fight, but Dumbledore's voice was still steady: "I told Minerva that the safety of Hogwarts is I'll leave it to you.

"If Voldemort appears, notify me in time. As long as you hold on for a short while, I will come back."

Mo Xun hung up. Dana quickly ran towards the staff lounge and saw Professor McGonagall as expected.

Professor McGonagall was conveying the order to the President of the Student Union and the prefects of each house. When it was Slytherin House's turn, he was a little embarrassed and said, "Malfoy and Parkinson have both taken leave and gone home."

Dana's heart was moved. Could it be that Old Malfoy and the others would be involved in tonight's operation?

However, now is not the time to dwell on this. He suggested: "Why don't we call all the teachers over first and arrange patrol tasks. When Snape comes, let him temporarily designate two students to be in charge."

Without much hesitation, Professor McGonagall thought it was feasible, and began to notify the teachers separately with Dana.

Suddenly remembering something, she added, "There is no need to inform Professor Moody. He was sent to Sirius by Dumbledore. Harry seems to have seen something bad."

Dana nodded, did not ask further questions, and continued to inform the teacher.

The teachers arrived one after another, and when Snape came in, Dana took over the task of listening to the prefect's report from Professor McGonagall and asked her to deal with Snape.

Since he became the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Snape's attitude towards him has become worse and worse. At this time, Dana didn't want to cause trouble, so it was better to stay away.

Hufflepuff’s prefects Ernie and Hannah, Gryffindor’s prefects Ron and Hermione, and Ravenclaw’s prefects Anthony and Padma all reported one after another that the students had returned to their respective houses. Common room.

Dana told them to keep an eye on the students in their respective colleges and not to leave the lounge until notified. After seeing Professor McGonagall finish talking with Snape, he informed her of the situation in the three colleges.

After the patrol tasks were assigned, Dana thought for a while, said hello to Professor McGonagall, then flew out of the window on his broomstick, became invisible, and patrolled along the perimeter of the school.

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