The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

After the assembly was disbanded and Voldemort left, the oppressive and heavy atmosphere in the room suddenly lightened, and the sound of breathing became clearer.

"Harry Potter..."

Hearing the name again, Lucius's expression was a little complicated. He could feel that Lukewood and several other Death Eaters sitting next to him were also in complicated moods.

The Death Eaters were still discussing the name in whispers, discussing the failure of that night sixteen years ago, the failure of storming the Department of Mysteries to seize the Prophecy Orb, and the failure of Easter night a year ago...

There is no doubt about the power of the Dark Lord, and the Death Eaters did not dare to have any offensive thoughts. However, after experiencing several setbacks, their original concepts began to waver, and some doubts arose in their hearts: Maybe that Harry Potter Truly the Dark Lord's nemesis.

Occupying the Magical Congress and Ilvermorny and counterattacking the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts are just to cope with the Dark Lord's rhetoric, and the clever Death Eaters have no hope in this.

After a brief silence, Rookwood suddenly stood up and said, "An employee of the Magic Congress has made an appointment to meet with me... Maybe there will be information about Harry Potter. I'll leave first."

"I'll go with you." Rodolphus stood up immediately, "What department does that clerk belong to?"

"I haven't found out yet. It seems to be a desk job." Rookwood's expression was a little stiff, but he still walked out of the room with him side by side. "I only met him by chance, and our friendship is very shallow. Maybe he won't go to the appointment tonight, and he Very greedy for money..."

"It doesn't matter, Lucius gave me the key to the underground vault, and the funds are sufficient."

"..."

The two gradually walked away, and several Death Eaters were still discussing Harry Potter in low voices. After hearing the words of the vault key, their discussion paused for a while, and their eyes focused on Lucius. Old Nott seemed to want to He said something, but stopped in time because of some concerns.

Lucius gradually came back to his senses. He ignored Old Nott's gaze, came to Old Crabbe, and patted him on the shoulder: "We should also collect some information. I heard that you were here before. What's the matter? Useful news?"

Old Crabbe looked at Lucius blankly, and after a long time he nodded hesitantly and muttered: "That happened a few years ago, I can barely remember it."

"Just say whatever you remember. Let's go and have a drink and chat while we drink."

…

"Bang!"

The collision of the wine glasses made a crisp sound, and the liquid swayed, exuding a rich aroma.

Old Crabbe drank the spicy wine, but his mood gradually became difficult to calm down.

I did come here a few years ago, and with the help and advice provided by many old friends and pure-blood families, in order to exonerate Vincent Crabbe, he bribed the Wizengamot judges to change the crime to a crime that would not serve him in prison. , paid a release fee to take his son out of prison, changed his name and left the country in a low profile, transferred to Ilvermorny...

Until now, he had not heard from the Crabbe family's only son for several years.

"I know you are confused." Lucius, who was sitting across from him, said softly. "You stay in your room drinking all day long. You don't want to see anyone. You don't even bother to talk to that Rodolphus. If the Dark Lord hadn't summoned you, you would rather have sex with him. In whiskey."

The tightly sealed wine storage room has a slightly dim light hanging from the ceiling. The walls are thick and there are only neatly arranged display shelves in sight. There is no frightening Dark Lord or Death Eaters with their own agendas. Sitting in front of them is a familiar figure. Lucius for many years.

This environment made Old Crabbe feel at ease.

"When did it start?" Lucius paused for a moment, "Let me think about it, was it after we moved here, or after Vincent disappeared?"

Old Crabbe stared at his old friend in front of him, his eyes dimming, feeling that he had become the Malfoy who stirred up the conspiracy again.

"[Close earplugs and listen]"

Lucius picked up the wand and pointed it in the air, looked at the burly Death Eater in front of him, and smiled slightly: "What if I tell you that I know Vincent's whereabouts?"

Old Crabbe's glass fell to the ground.

…

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and reason for your visit."

As the mechanical gear inside the dial drove the external number back to its original position, a calm and indifferent female voice sounded from the phone booth.

The voice was clear and loud. It did not come from the microphone in Professor McGonagall's hand. It sounded like an invisible woman standing in the phone booth.

Harry looked at the furnishings in the phone booth with a thoughtful expression.

Professor McGonagall next to her raised the microphone to her ear and replied calmly: "Minerva McGonagall, Professor of Hogwarts, is accompanying Harry Potter to go through the exit procedures."

"Thank you for your cooperation, please wait a moment."

With a jingling sound, two silver badges slid out of the metal chute for withdrawing coins, and the cold female voice sounded again: "Welcome, please pick up the pass badge and pin it on your chest, go to the security checkpoint at the end of the main hall to register your wand. ”

Harry had just put on the badge engraved with "Harry Potter: Exit", when the ground of the phone booth suddenly trembled and gradually sank into the ground. Then there was a monotonous and harsh friction sound, and a thin golden light flashed, and he came back to his senses. Come, they are already standing in the elevator in the corridor outside the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Following Professor McGonagall's lead, Harry observed as he walked.

After several destructions and reconstructions, there are still changes here. The dome is no longer so magnificent, and the original solid wood walls and floors have been replaced with cold hard stone slabs, which look very solid and will not be crushed by the basilisk that suddenly appeared, nor will it be shattered by the powerful disarming spells of some students.

The thin gold on the surface of the teleportation fireplace has been removed, and a partition has been added to prevent malicious wizards from rashly breaking in.

The pure gold statue in the middle of the hall has disappeared, leaving only a bare circular pool of water. The silver Sickles and copper Knuts in it have been fished out. I don’t know if the Death Eaters have done so many bad things that they will not let go of any spoils, or if the Ministry of Magic lacks funds for post-disaster reconstruction.

Perhaps because it is a rest day, there are few staff and visitors. The uniformed wizards hold stacks of parchment in their arms, some carry tightly wrapped briefcases, and some hold a roll of newspaper in their hands. After entering the elevator and standing firmly, they begin to read.

The elevator was still the same elevator, but the exquisite golden fence was replaced with copper, with alchemical patterns painted on it.

Professor McGonagall pressed the button for the sixth floor underground, and the fence door slammed shut. The elevator slowly rose, and the chain clattered.

"Sixth floor, Department of Magical Transportation..."

Harry walked out of the elevator, leaving the indifferent voice behind, and followed Professor McGonagall to a straight corridor. There were doors on both sides of the corridor, and the nameplates on them stated the authority.

"Floo Network Administration"

"Broomstick Administration and Control Bureau"

"Apparition Testing Center"

"Portkey Office"

Arriving at the office at the end of the corridor, the two knocked on the door. It was not a warehouse for storing portkeys, but a clean and tidy office with bright lights and elegant decorations. Anyone who saw it would think that the owner of the office was very stylish.

That was a witch who was dressed very well. She was wearing a classic wizard robe for the season from the Tufan Clothing Store. The main color was black, and the collar and cuffs were embroidered with dark green wavy patterns. The style just modified the curve of the upper body, and the lower body was hidden in the skirt, which was exquisite but not vulgar.

Two strands of hair were tied behind her head, and the rest of the blonde hair was naturally draped over her shoulders. She was no longer young, but still beautiful.

The witch behind the desk raised her head and smiled brightly: "Professor McGonagall, I thought you would come later."

Professor McGonagall nodded: "Mrs. Edgemore, sorry to bother you."

Eckmore?

Harry remembered that there was a girl in Ravenclaw whose last name was Edgemore, a friend of Qiu Zhang, who was not very famous. What was her name?

"This is what we should do, and Marietta always mentioned you to me. She always regretted not being sorted into Gryffindor or you not being the headmaster of Ravenclaw."

Mrs. Edgemore stood up and poured tea for the two of them. When she handed it to Harry, her eyes quickly swept across the scar on his forehead. "You must be Mr. Harry Potter. After receiving your application, every staff member in our department wanted to receive you, and it almost caused a duel."

"Thank you."

Harry maintained his politeness. He was used to this kind of trouble, but for some reason, he always felt a little uncomfortable facing this beautiful and gentle Mrs. Edgemore.

Mrs. Edgemore sat back in her seat and took out two pieces of parchment from the drawer: "I have already processed your exit documents. Just fill in these materials."

The two lowered their heads to fill in the information. They were all ordinary information, such as name, gender, age, occupation, and purpose of exit. When encountering uncertain places, Mrs. Edgemore would take the initiative to offer guidance. Her voice was gentle, patient and careful. It was hard to believe that this would be Marietta's mother.

Half of the information had been filled out. Mrs. Edgemore held the teacup and asked casually, "By the way, what kind of door key do you want to choose? Here are broken buckets, smelly leather boots, and ballpoint pens without ink..."

"We'll take a Muggle plane." Professor McGonagall replied in a deep voice, and then handed over the filled parchment.

Harry also handed over his copy. He inadvertently saw a flash of surprise in Mrs. Edgemore's eyes, which quickly turned into a gentle smile, as if it had never appeared, so that Harry suspected that he had an illusion.

Saying goodbye to this beautiful and gentle woman, the two turned around and left. Walking out of the door key management office, the corridor outside was still quiet. Only when you get close to a few doors can you hear the noise coming from inside.

"Professor, why do I have to go through these procedures, but Loren and Hermione don't?"

"Because they have been to New York."

"I don't think they have gone through these procedures before."

Just as Harry was muttering, a loud explosion of air suddenly came from the Apparition Test Center, which made his ears hurt even through the door and wall. Even if someone said that there was a dragon inside that was Apparition, Harry would think it was possible.

With a slight creak, the door suddenly opened and an employee of the Ministry of Magical Transportation pushed the door out.

"Mr. Tycross?"

"Oh, it's you, wait a minute, let me slow down..."

Tycross leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. His originally pale face now had more blood color, but he looked even weaker. It took him half a minute to recover and forced a smile to the two of them: "Sorry, Professor McGonagall, Mr. Potter, I made you worry."

"Are you doing any dangerous work?" Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, and Harry looked at him curiously.

"No, I'm just practicing Loren's theory."

This made the two more curious, but Tekros just smiled apologetically and sighed: "It's still in the experimental stage, so I can't take you to visit, but I can give you a brief introduction."

Professor McGonagall didn't speak for a while. She didn't want to ask too much about such confidential matters. Harry was interested. Tekros explained as he walked, and the three of them walked towards the elevator together.

"Loren proposed the principle of space transfer through Apparition. Based on the concept of soul and body, the soul without entity breaks through the limitation of material space, and then relies on the close connection between soul and body to move the body...

"This way of space transfer exerts strong pressure on the body, which is also the reason for the split. When the distance is too long or the body mass exceeds the standard, this strong pressure will cause damage to the magician...

"In response to the shortcomings of the above-mentioned Apparition, some scholars proposed to achieve space transfer from other angles, trying to put the body in front of the soul for transfer, or transfer both together. Our research group has made some progress and is trying to improve it."

...

The sky in the mountains has darkened.

Today the clouds are too thick and the mountain fog is too dense. There is no brilliant sunset glow. The process of the sky gradually darkening is also a kind of scenery.

On the third day of coming to Ilvermorny, I finally had time to visit this magic school.

For most people in the world, hundreds of years are a long enough time span. The history of Ilvermorny, which was established in the 17th century, is not short, but it is not as heavy as Hogwarts. The courtyard flower beds are filled with outstanding wizards from hundreds of years. The magic portraits on both sides of the corridor are humorous and knowledgeable. The most interesting thing is that many of their famous Muggles have communicated with each other. Those anecdotes are really interesting.

Benjamin Franklin always encountered thunderstorms when studying lightning because his neighbor was a wizard who was good at meteorological spells.

Another person who controlled lightning, Nikola Tesla, also had a close relationship with wizards...

Loren grabbed Hermione's hand and didn't want to let go. He looked at the paintings one by one.

Led by Pickley and Nancy, they visited the main castle teaching building, the towers of several nearby colleges, and the specially built school history exhibition hall. In this respect, Ilvermorny is slightly ahead of Hogwarts.

Loren and Hermione followed the local customs and pinned a Gordian knot on their chests, looking like excellent students of Ilvermorny.

When they came out of the school history exhibition hall, it was completely dark.

A Pukki waiter trotted over in the corridor and called them to the side hall for dinner. The principal and professors were already waiting at the table. They have been trying to separate the living Horcrux and the snake tree, but from the perspective of alchemy, the results are not very good...