Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

"I need to remind everyone that Hogwarts is in great danger at this moment. Whether it is the dementors wandering outside the castle or the mysterious monsters in the secret room, they are all in mortal danger!"

Dumbledore maintained a rare serious expression and said solemnly.

The auditorium was filled with whispers instantly, and the little wizards turned their heads and discussed something in low voices with their friends.

"In order to ensure your safety, from today onwards, professors will accompany you on your way to class. Please try to travel in groups and avoid wandering alone in the castle. In addition, I have to regret to inform you that the remainder of this academic year will

The Quidditch Cup and Hogsmeade weekend were canceled."

"Oh no!"

A desperate cry came from near the Gryffindor table. Glenn could guess without even looking back that the person who made the sound must be Oliver Wood. Since he was beaten by Glenn in the last game last year,

After showing off his shooting skills, he has always been grudges about it and trained his team members desperately, thinking only about revenge for the original shot.

The other players in Gryffindor didn't react as much as he did. Although they were a little regretful, they were vaguely relieved. The pressure Wood put on them was really too much.

There were no dissatisfied expressions on the faces of the Weasley twins. Although Hogsmeade weekend was also cancelled, it did not prevent them from using the secret passage to quietly leave the castle and go to Zoko's Joke Shop to replenish their inventory.

Dumbledore's eyes swept over and saw the nervousness and fear on the faces of the young wizards.

"But it's not all bad news tonight. At present, the students who were attacked are currently in a special state of petrification, and Professor Sputraw's mandrake is growing very well. Just wait for them.

Mature..."

"I happen to be able to prepare this mandrake resurrection potion." Lockhart found another opportunity to show off, interrupting with a playful smile, "I can even dream while..."

Professor Snape turned his head and glared at him fiercely. His scalp felt numb and he swallowed back the second half of the sentence honestly.

"Okay, I won't disturb everyone and continue to enjoy lunch." Dumbledore waved his hand and strode away.

When passing by Glenn, he seemed to cast a meaningful look.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or not, but after Dumbledore left, Harry didn't eat either. He lowered his head and said a few words to Hermione and Ron, then immediately got up and left.

Glenn opened the map with some confusion and checked where the two of them were going.

The two of them came to the foyer one after another, where a person who should not be in Hogwarts was waiting -

Cornelius Fudge.

Wasn't his appearance a little early?

Glenn frowned and had a guess in his mind.

"I have something to leave for a while. I may not be able to come back in time. Please ask Professor Flitwick for a leave of absence for me."

"good!"

Qiu showed absolute trust and nodded in agreement without asking why.

Glenn quickly walked out of the auditorium, found a deserted place and launched Wind Step, and returned to the foyer again.

Dumbledore was talking to Fudge, and there was no Harry nearby. But on the map, his cursor clearly stopped next to Dumbledore. Apparently, he had put on the ancestral invisibility cloak.

"My time is tight, Albus." Fudge looked outside the door, "If you don't mind, can we leave now?"

"Of course, Cornelius, please." Dumbledore glanced at Harry's position and walked out of the door first.

The wind and snow outside have stopped, but the ground is already covered with a thick layer of silvery white.

Fortunately, Hagrid and Filch had cleared a path early in the morning, otherwise the knee-deep snow would have been almost impassable.

The four people walked through the snow towards Hagrid's hut. The Minister of Magic and the Headmaster of Hogwarts walked in front, followed by two invisible students.

It has to be said that this snow came at the wrong time. Whether it was the invisibility cloak or the wind step, they were severely restrained by the snow on the ground.

Although no one could see the two of them, the long series of footprints left behind them was still inescapable.

Glenn frowned and walked in the footsteps of Dumbledore and Fudge, making as little noise as possible.

Harry didn't worry so much and just stupidly took one step at a time. If Fudge hadn't looked back all the way, he might have been exposed long ago.

The two bosses arrived in front of Hagrid's hut. Dumbledore stretched out his long fingers and tapped twice on the door.

Hagrid quickly opened the door. When Yaya saw the unfamiliar Fudge, he immediately bared his fangs and yelled at him twice.

Hagrid seemed to have guessed the arrival of the two men, and was not too surprised. He just pulled Fang in hard to prevent him from making any more noise.

"Come in, Professor Dumbledore, and Mr. Minister," he tied Fang to the wall and opened the door.

Glenn relied on the Wind Step to ignore the characteristics of collision volume and immersed himself in getting into the house. However, Harry failed to wait for the right opportunity and could only watch helplessly as he was locked out.

Dumbledore did not sit down, but turned around and opened the door. He turned back to Fudge and said: "The snow scene looks better from this angle than the principal's office. Don't you think so, Cornelius?"

"What?" Fudge glanced at him in confusion, glanced outside the door casually, and said casually: "You're right."

He only thought that Dumbledore's behavior was inexplicable, but he didn't know that the old fox was just taking the opportunity to let Harry in.

"I have to repeat my opinion again, Mr. Minister." Dumbledore closed the door and said solemnly, "I trust Rubeus Hagrid, as you know, 100% trust."

"Of course I understand your point of view, Albus..." Fudge frowned, his eyes evading slightly, "But when the evidence is so obvious, parents need an explanation, and the same goes for the Ministry of Magic. The school directors'

The letters are already ten inches thick on my desk."

Hagrid's face was pale and his condition looked very bad. Although he had guessed the situation he was facing, it was still difficult to accept it.

"So, you are going to throw me to that place again, are you, Mr. Minister?" He clenched his fists and said, his voice trembling slightly.

There is no doubt that that place refers to the place where Sirius just escaped - Azkaban.

Fudge also looked a little annoyed and helpless. He pursed his lips and said, "I'm sorry, Hagrid. I'm also under a lot of pressure and have to do something. It won't take long. It's not a punishment, it's just a kind of punishment."

Precautionary measures. Of course, if it turns out it's not you, we will release you and fully apologize..."