Hogwarts on the tip of the tongue

England, deep in the forest of Dartmoor.

Among the misty swamps, canyons, and rocks, a python glided on the moss with some difficulty.

After a while, it stopped among the rough and twisted branches that grew between the rocks. A vague and weak black shadow slowly floated out from the python's body. After hovering in the air for a few seconds, it was recognized for a while. direction, drifting silently deeper into the dense forest.

The vitality of small animals such as snakes and lizards is too weak, but he doesn't have much choice now.

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In Malfoy Manor, Lucius sat on the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at the newspaper in his hand.

In the ruins of the Ministry of Magic hall, the Dark Mark was floating in the air, and the blackened cover title looked particularly dazzling.

He and his wife looked at each other, and something cold gradually seeped out of their bones and blood.

There is no doubt that the Dark Lord is back, but—

As "former" Death Eaters, the two of them still have not received the call of the Dark Lord...

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A farm somewhere in the countryside, Louisiana, USA.

Thompson sat on the wooden pillar next to his cowshed, turned to look at his wife who was busy not far away, and then looked at the old wizards in front of him.

"Lotnikov? Yes, I used to be called by that name... You finally came -"

He tapped the pipe in his hand on the wooden pier, with a trace of self-mockery on his face.

Ever since wizards from the Magical Congress of the United States of America came to inquire at home some time ago, the shadow began to transform from a nightmare into a reality.

In fact, after he learned that dozens of wizard families involved in "that case" had mysteriously disappeared, Lotnikov knew that there was not much time left for him - until those wizard families were settled and stabilized. , the first thing is to come to him to collect debt.

But what he didn't expect was that the person who came to carry out the "trial" was actually Yermak Ivanovich.

"——That's it. If you can, please tell me that I'm sorry."

The old man gave a deep, relieved sigh.

This judgment... still can't escape...

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Armenia.

Old Hash raised his head and glanced at the creaking ceiling of the living room.

It’s great to be young——

His eyes swept across the sumptuous lunch on the table, and a gentle smile flashed across his eyes.

In Aghaxiyan's memory, such a lively scene seems to have only happened a few decades ago when he graduated from school.

The old wizard shook his head and ignored the pair of young people upstairs who were celebrating their birthday. He adjusted his thick reading glasses and continued to study the instructions at hand. On his right hand was a brand new metal emblem. Three silver arrows pointed inwards shone in the morning light.

Chartered Senior Advisor of the Foundation?Sounds pretty good.

It's a pity that I am not young anymore, so I can only try my best to pass on some of the fire to let young people see the new world.

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Hogwarts, Hufflepuff girls' dormitory.

On the spacious, warm yellow and black bed, four girls were sleeping soundly, nestled together.

At a certain moment, the owl-shaped alarm clock placed beside the bed suddenly rang.

One hand poked out from the quilt, grabbed the screaming alarm clock and threw it at will.

Snapped--

Crash, bang, bang——

The alarm clock drew a not-so-beautiful curve in mid-air and hit the dressing mirror at the other end of the room. The mirror quickly overturned after resisting for half a second and hit the desk next to it, knocking off the quill on the desk. , the ink knocked down, making a series of ping-ping-pong-pong sounds.

And the owl-shaped alarm clock that had been reinforced by magic was buried in the pile of debris and continued to sound its shrill alarm sound faithfully.

"Well, who turned off that... that damn alarm clock..."

Under the covers, several girls pushed each other in a daze, and a girl with disheveled hair was accidentally squeezed under the bed.

The poor little beaver sat on the carpet and was stunned for a few seconds before he quickly realized what had happened.

She glanced angrily at her "plastic" girlfriends who were huddled under the quilt and playing quail.

"Okay..." She grabbed the wand beside the cabinet and waved it.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

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Columns of icy water appeared out of thin air.

In exclamation, several girls sat up quickly.

Soon, a very bloody revenge will unfold here...

Looking out from this bedroom, Hogwarts gradually began to wake up after sleeping all night.

Perhaps for most adult wizards in the wizarding world, last night and the day that is beginning will be a particularly long and confusing period in their lives, but for the young wizards at Hogwarts, this is just It's the last day before the weekend.

The biggest gossip among the students at this time was the magical conflict that occurred in the Transfiguration class yesterday.

Many people are speculating on how the Ministry of Magic and Umbridge will deal with Elena, a "daring" problem student.

The most important thing is that the first class schedule for the second graders today is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class - the professor is Umbridge. On the way from the dormitory to the school auditorium for breakfast, the gossip exchanged by the young wizards still lingered on The second confrontation between Umbridge and Elena.

Some busybodies even made bets on whether the two would fight again in class later.

However, all speculation went off stage from the start.

Halfway through breakfast, Umbridge was the first to receive a pile of letters and newspapers.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw the senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic knocking over the goblet and standing up in panic, and left the Hogwarts auditorium in a panic. With the visit of the owl messenger, the whole school Quickly find out what's going on outside.

The storm outside the school finally began to ripple in Hogwarts Castle.

"The man who must not even be named is back!"

"Mysterious man broke into the Ministry of Magic last night!"

"The Ministry of Magic is in ruins: the Second Wizarding War has broken out!"

"Nineteen magical governments have declared a state of emergency to jointly respond to the attack by the dark forces."

"How many more Death Eaters are lurking around us?"

"Cornelly Fudge claims that the cooperation of Aurors from the Ministry of Magic of many countries has now brought hundreds of werewolves under control!"

"The mysterious man is back, what is his purpose?"

"Be wary of foreign wizards of unknown origin!"

"The Ministry of Magic will publish a guide to basic defense for families and individuals in the near future..."

Amid the commotion, Elena yawned while concentrating on drinking her bowl of milk oatmeal.

When she returned to Hogwarts last night, it was almost three o'clock in the morning. She thought that the other little wings must have fallen asleep, but who knew that they were all wearing pajamas, with their heads hanging down and curled up. Waiting in the bedroom for news of her return.

Of course, in this case, simple explanations are inevitable.

By the time everything was said and done, the hour hand was almost pointing to five o'clock.

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woohoo~