Harry Potter: Hello the Dark Lord

Emma returned to the staff dormitory and said that the staff dormitory was actually as luxurious as the presidential suite.

The large room of more than 400 square meters is filled with all kinds of books. These books are collected by Mrs. Stoker. Mrs. Stoker is a bibliophile and erudite. There are endless kinds of books in the house, ranging from philosophy, theology, and history. It covers high-end subjects, as well as a series of leisure books such as popular and folk gossip.

Under such an environment, Emma also likes to read all kinds of books. Maybe it is because of the same preferences. Ever since she was adopted, Mrs. Stoker has loved Emma very much and treated her as her own. The mother and daughter get along very well. rapport.

Emma did not stop in the living room, but went straight into her room.

Emma's room is relatively simple and cannot be seen as a girl's room at all. There is a simple wooden bed in the room. There are two small bedside tables beside the bed. Opposite the wooden bed is a whole There is a huge summer wall facing the wall, and a simple desk made of red jujube wood.

In the upper left corner of the desk are a stack of yellow paper talismans and some strange materials. In the upper right corner of the desk are a dozen heavy books. On the right and left side are a delicate quill pen and ink. The quill's On the left side are strange ornaments.

The ornament looks like a three-dimensional triangle with a ball in the middle. The fixed point of the triangle of the three-dimensional ornament extends down to a slender stick, passing through the ball and piercing the bottom of the triangle.

The most surprising thing is that this ornament is actually suspended on a small wooden platform without any support, just floating quietly on the platform.

Emma sat in front of the desk and fiddled with the small suspended ornament. With the touch of her fingers, the ornament flickered with a ray of light, and then returned to its original state.

Emma chuckled lightly and put the Daily Prophet in her hand on the desk, and started reading it carefully. On the way just now, Emma only had time to read the content that she was interested in. At this time, when she got home, she was too bored anyway, so she just took a look at the magical world. Is there any interesting news.

Just as Emma's expression suddenly changed, a piece of news in the newspaper caught her attention:

'New developments in suspected dark wizard attack in Manchester three months ago

According to our newspaper, three months ago, a vicious attack by dark wizards on Muggles occurred in Manchester County, causing a granary explosion and killing five Muggles. After preliminary investigation by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, it was determined that it was a premeditated and evil attack by a dark wizard criminal group. event.

After three months of investigation, the Aurors had new clues. Mr. Coster, the spokesman of the Ministry of Magic at the time, said: After investigating the incident, we found that in addition to the bombing of a granary, there was also a Muggle on the Manchester seaside. The auction was attacked, and five Muggles disappeared. Afterwards, the criminal group also carried out a series of silencing of other participants. The incident was still under investigation, and the Aurors had already identified the suspect and were preparing to arrest him. ’

"Preparing to arrest? Are you going to launch an overwhelming publicity campaign even if no one is caught? Either the Ministry of Magic is crazy, or the spokesperson has no brains!" Emma frowned and cursed in a short breath.

She was already certain that the Muggle auction in the newspaper was the charity auction that her stepfather attended. Judging from the time, it matched. According to the date in the newspaper, it was Mr. Stoker three months ago. Time to attend a charity auction.

As expected, my father's disappearance is related to wizards, but... But why is it so secretive? Whether it's me or Andy, or Caris and Patty, we all have unknown methods. The four of us have been investigating for three months and can't find out. Find the traces of the people behind the scenes. Can the Ministry of Magic really get useful clues during a troubled time?

Emma's expression suddenly froze when she thought of this, and she exclaimed: "The Ministry of Magic's publicity is probably just to alert others... It seems that the Ministry of Magic has no useful clues, so it can only come up with such a non-technical idea. The man behind it all at first glance.”

When Emma was distressed, she suddenly heard the sound of the doorbell coming from the outhouse. Because Emma was immersed in her thoughts, she was startled by the sound of the doorbell. She put the Daily Prophet in the drawer and got up to open the door in the outhouse.

"Who... who is it? Is it mom?" Emma asked timidly through the door. It was only around three o'clock in the afternoon, and her mother would not be back until at least around five o'clock after she was on duty today. Besides, her mother should have brought the key. That's right.

In fact, Emma is extremely confident in the security of the school. Such cautious behavior is just to confuse the public. After all, her special abilities cannot be exposed at will, so it is better to behave like a normal child. The remaining trouble.

Gu Pei followed Emma's inquiry, the doorbell outside the door suddenly stopped, and there was no more noise outside the house.

Emma's face looked a little solemn and unkind, and she had already pinched two talismans with her right hand behind her back.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The knock was strong and heavy, and then a clear female voice sounded: "Open the door, it's me! I guessed that you are at home, so you don't need to go to the library..."

Hearing the sound coming from outside the house, Emma breathed a sigh of relief, put away the talisman on her fingertips, and opened the door with a smile.

As soon as the door opened, I saw a red figure swooping in, hugging Emma and giggling: "Smelly girl, did you miss me?"

As he spoke, he pinched Emma's little butt.

Emma's beauty turned pale, she pushed the red figure away, and said angrily: "Petty, you are a girl, can you be more reserved!?"

The girl named Patty curled her lips, sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs, picked up a book "History of French Art" and flipped through it: "Hmph, I finally came out, and you just don't like me... I'm disappointed! Woohoo... Since you don't welcome me, I'm leaving!" Although she said she was leaving, the girl still sat lazily on the sofa, with no intention of lifting her hips. Emma closed the door helplessly, walked into the kitchen and searched inside: "Why did you come here today? Don't you only have two days off at the end of every month... Do you want juice or milk?" "Juice!" Patty was completely rude, just like returning to her own home. She continued to explain with a groan: "Recently, things at home are complicated. You know I am just a puppet. I just sit in front of the stage and make decisions symbolically. The think tank at home is busy with those things recently. I don't need to show up in the short term, so the teacher gave me a holiday... It's a pity that I came to you with all my heart as soon as I had a holiday, but you, a dead girl, didn't welcome me at all. I was so sad, so sad..." As she said this, Patty deliberately let out a few fake sobs. Emma handed over a glass of juice and sat on the sofa: "Didn't you say something big happened at home when you suddenly left last time? Did you solve it so quickly?"

"It wasn't solved. There was just an emergency. An annoying guy came back... Hey, why am I telling you this!" Petty seemed to realize something and hurriedly changed the subject: "By the way, where is Andy? Is he still pestering you recently?"

Emma smiled bitterly: "What else? Otherwise, I wouldn't have to hide at home!"

"Hehe, it seems that I didn't beat him lightly last time..." Petty waved his fist eagerly.

Emma hurriedly pulled Petty's clothes: "Don't make trouble again. Mrs. Gran was almost seen last time. The old lady is over 80 years old. She was shaking outside in the sun. The strong wind from you and Andy almost knocked her over!"

"Grandma Gran... um..." Petty's face was a little stiff, and then she smiled and said: "Yes, the old lady almost found out. Be more restrained next time!"