Hogwarts Homecoming

The next morning, when Harry got out of bed, he found the hem of clothes pulled out from under the bed, and then he vaguely remembered what happened last night. After jumping out of bed, he half-crouched on the ground, squinting and looking towards the dark bottom of the bed, and the two The piles of lunch boxes made Harry dumbfounded for a moment, and he was finally convinced that everything that happened last night was not a weird dream.

"Dobby and Winky gave you a bunch of pies and cakes last night?!"

On the way out of the common room and rushing to the Great Hall for breakfast, Harry couldn't wait to share this with Ron and Hermione, and Ron, as Harry expected, missed the point as always.

"I knew it wasn't an illusion. I just smelled the pie. Why didn't they bring some to me?"

Ron said angrily,

"I gave Dobby a pair of socks last Christmas!"

"It's not about the food, Ron—"

Harry quickly jumped past Angelina, and after saying hello to her, Harry turned his head and looked at Ron and Hermione.

"The key is the crisis that Winky and Dobby talked about. Dobby said that Hogwarts is facing a crisis comparable to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. What does this mean?"

"Meaning that Hogwarts may face closure."

Hermione's words with a stern expression almost made Harry and Ron slide down the stairs.

The two boys who were supporting each other finally stood firm. They looked at Hermione who could always give them correct advice and the truth of the matter. Harry hoped to see it from Hermione's face. She had a joking expression on her face, but unfortunately, Hermione's pure brown eyes twinkling seriously told Harry that she was not joking.

"You're kidding, Hermione."

Ron gave his evaluation straightforwardly,

"Hogwarts may be facing closure. Oh, didn't your book "A History of Hogwarts" tell you that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has been in existence for a thousand years, and no one can make it close, let alone What's more, now that Professor Dumbledore and Professor Blaine are here, even the mysterious people don't dare to mess with them."

Ron's words invisibly revealed the essence, which was the real reason why even those wizards who believed that the Dark Lord had been resurrected and returned to the people did not panic.

"Oh, actually, Hogwarts: A History told me more than you thought, Ron—"

The three of them started running again, Hermione's fluffy curls expanding and contracting rhythmically in the morning breeze like seaweed floating in the water.

"The Ministry of Magic, the senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic still failed to enter Hogwarts after getting the support of the school board. Her wand was broken by Neville, and she was admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You guys Do you think they'll let it go, Ron?"

"But what can they do?"

Ron disagreed;

"They have nothing to do with Professor Dumbledore and Professor Blaine, right?"

"If you'd seen Hogwarts: A History, you wouldn't be so optimistic, Ron—"

Hermione said gloomily,

"I guessed they might make some bad moves. Oh, it seems I was right again."

Harry asked eagerly, but Hermione was unwilling to say more and just said coldly,

"Just wait and see, Harry, soon everyone will know."

The three people ran into the auditorium from the foyer. Harry immediately looked eagerly towards the staff table, and sure enough he discovered something was wrong.

First of all, Professor Blaine disappeared into the teacher team again and did not know where to go. Professor Dumbledore was not there either, and the remaining professors also lost their usual cheerful expressions. Professor McGonagall did not touch the breakfast in front of her. Instead, he looked at the children below with a sad expression.

The auditorium was still noisy, but it was much deserted than usual. Many people had left their seats and went to the classroom.

"When did you learn to tell the truth, Hermione?"

Ron frowned and said something bad to Hermione, then quickly pulled out the bench and sat down.

Ron, who was mumbling 'I'm so hungry', touched his stomach and prepared to feast. But when he saw the food on the table, Ron's brows suddenly rose.

Compared with the abundant food that usually piles up on the table, today's food categories are much simpler.

There were toast, fried eggs and mashed potato pies on a few plates, and the few plates containing sausages had been cleared by the little wizards who came first.

"what happened?"

Ron looked puzzled at Neville, who was struggling to swallow a piece of dry bread, and handed a glass of pumpkin juice to his hand.

"Who ate everything?"

Neville took the pumpkin juice from Ron, nodded gratefully to him, then poured all the pumpkin juice into his stomach, and then let out a sigh of relief.

"When I came down it was like this-"

Neville said without complaint,

"I woke up from hunger, so I came down early to find something to eat, but there wasn't much food on the table. I managed to grab a plate of fried sausages from two sophomores."

There was a subtle change in Harry's expression. He turned around and looked at the Hufflepuff table next door and the Ravenclaw table further away, and found that the conditions on the tables were similar.

Harry looked at Hermione and asked in surprise,

"The Ministry of Magic won't let people sell food to Hogwarts?"

"Oh, maybe it's worse, Harry."

Hermione sighed and said, a little helpless at Harry's dullness.

"Don't ask, Harry, I'm not sure yet."

Many details proved that something unusual had indeed happened, but Harry was not yet sure whether his guess was correct.

The lackluster breakfast made Ron lose his usual appetite. After hastily finishing breakfast, they and Neville walked to the basement together.

The Potions classroom was a dark and damp room located underground. When Harry walked into the classroom, most of the Slytherins had already arrived, and some people were whispering around Draco Malfoy. What they were talking about was mostly from PE class. These people looked embarrassed, and Malfoy, who was in the center of the crowd, also looked extremely ugly.

Harry's footsteps paused subconsciously. He had a feeling that what they were discussing was related to some kind of predicament that Hogwarts was currently encountering.

Draco also quickly noticed Harry's peeping. He coughed twice and drove away the people around him with an impatient expression. Then he sat upright and lowered his head to look at his Potions textbook. .

Harry also withdrew his gaze in disgust.

The last time Malfoy caused trouble was when Hermione was elected as the Warrior. Since then, the two of them had not had any conflicts. However, after Voldemort was resurrected, Harry's dislike of Malfoy gradually increased.

Lucius Malfoy was undoubtedly one of the Death Eaters, and he was personally named by Voldemort during Voldemort's resurrection ceremony.

Not only him, but also Crabbe, Goyle, Shabini and Nott, their parents were all ‘hardcore fans’ of Voldemort. Slytherin was a den of dark wizards.

So, will Draco and the others follow in the footsteps of their fathers and join the evil forces following Voldemort?

Harry walked silently to his seat and was surprised that he had just thought of this question.

The Ministry of Magic tried their best to send the toad-like woman to Hogwarts to monitor Professor Dumbledore and Professor Braine, but the even more evil Voldemort naturally had a lot of possessions in Hogwarts. spy?

Harry suddenly felt an urgency in his heart. He wanted to remind Professor Dumbledore and Professor Braine to be wary of these Slytherin people, but then he thought about what he had seen during Voldemort's resurrection ceremony. , Professor Brain saw them all, then.

Why hasn't he kicked these people out of the physical education class? By continuing to keep them in the physical education class, he is tantamount to cultivating enemies for Hogwarts?

Harry was deeply immersed in these thoughts that came to his mind, but a sudden pain in his ribs woke him up. He looked up in shock and found that Snape had appeared on the podium at some point, with cold eyes. With a lazy sneer on his lips,

"Ah, it seems that Mr. Potter has finally woken up from his dream of saving the world?"