HP Approaches the Magic World

Happy time is always short.

At the end of the banquet, Dumbledore stood up from his seat, knocked his knife and fork, and signaled everyone to quiet down.

"Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to put forward a few things to pay attention to."

"Attention first-year students, students are prohibited from entering the woods on campus. Our old students should also remember this."

Dumbledore's shining eyes glanced towards Gryffindor, then glanced around and looked back.

"Furthermore, the administrator, Mr. Filch, also asked me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the corridors during class breaks."

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in joining the college team please contact Mrs. Huo Qi."

"Finally, what I must tell everyone is that anyone who does not want to encounter an accident and die in pain should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

"what's the situation?"

Stephen leaned into Jon's ear and asked in a very low voice: "Did something happen again in the corridor on the fourth floor?"

Jon naturally knew what was going on, but he couldn't tell it in public, and he couldn't explain how he knew it.

"I'll tell you after I ask Dumbledore tomorrow."

The two people ended their conversation in a hurry because the school song started.

According to tradition, after the students finished singing the school song, everyone was about to disperse.

…

The freshmen are naturally led by their prefects, so they, the second-year students, can return to their dormitories as soon as possible without having to worry about anything.

Returning to the familiar dormitory, Jon could only sleep well this time and would not be suddenly dragged into the Fairy Castle again. Thinking about it, he was still a little disappointed.

"Don't be in a daze, boss, tell me quickly, what are your study plans for the new semester?"

Stephen was undressing, and it was Scully and Flan who were talking.

"Why are you two so active? I've never seen you love studying so much before."

"Times have changed. These two guys played too hard during the holidays. Fallen is fine, but Scully was scolded at home. He plans to work hard this semester. Fallen is his book boy."

Stephen loosened his tie and cuffs, and exposed the truth without mercy: "It's a pity that I think Fulen is much more serious about his studies than he is."

"Don't say that. Scully is good at having this intention."

Jon also joked that he stepped forward, picked up the two people from their chairs, and stuffed them one into their respective tents: "Sleep well, you will have class when you wake up tomorrow morning, aren't you tired? Study the plan

Let’s wait until we have time to discuss the matter in two days, what’s the rush?”

"That's right, there's no need to rush."

Stephen is particularly relaxed in the dormitory, and he doesn't look so reserved outside at all.

"I'm going to bed, you should go to bed early too."

After throwing his regular clothes into the clothes basket, Stephen also got into the tent.

Jon smiled and waved his wand to extinguish the candle, and then got into his own small space.

Long time no see, my bed.

After a tiring day with carriages and horses, Jon lay on the bed and fell asleep quickly.

Have a good night's sleep.

…

MI0 headquarters, seventh underground floor, Confidential Affairs Office.

"prison Break?"

Corinna frowned.

"right."

The obese man sitting across the table got up, walked outside the door and took a look that no one was around. Then he turned back and closed the door behind him: "The superiors just issued confidentiality regulations on this matter. I tell you, you can't tell."

other people."

"Don't worry, you still can't trust me?"

Corinna nodded and said: "But don't you feel guilty at all when you are blatantly acting as an internal intelligence dealer? Also, I remember your salary is quite high. As a confidential secretary, you are still working

Aren't you afraid of getting high blood pressure if you eat so much at public expense?"

However, these words had no impact at all. Just as Corinna was speaking, the fat man opposite her had already taken out a whole fried chicken that was still warm from the crisper at hand and placed it in front of her.

"High blood pressure is nothing but a big deal. A shot of cardiopulmonary strengthener will solve it. Anyway, I have staff allowance."

The man pressed a hidden button from the sidebar of the pen holder, took out two small bags containing disposable gloves from the small compartment that popped out, and handed one of them to Corinna.

Corinna took it and looked back helplessly. She usually ate and drank a lot and was reimbursed, but she actually had to use staff subsidies for injections. Just like that, she was still sitting firmly in the position of confidential secretary. It had to be said.

, the ability of the man in front of me is indeed outstanding.

"Tell me, besides me, who did you tell this news to?"

Corinna put on gloves, tore off a piece of chicken and stuffed it into her mouth, trying to ask for details.

"You really want to know?"

"Of course, who are you kidding? I wasted my time and weight eating fried chicken with you here just to joke with you?"

"You all know it."

Of course you are referring to Corinna and the others.

Apparently all the fifteen special zone heads of MI0 know about it now.

"So, this is what you are responsible for informing us!"

Corinna grabbed a chicken leg angrily: "Next time if you talk to me about something confidential, I will sew your mouth shut with a binding machine."

"As the person in charge of the special zone, you are the most high-end action force in the bureau. Telling you is definitely necessary."

The man quickly grabbed the other chicken leg to avoid being snatched away again: "Do you think it's easy for us to be secretaries? We are suppressed by the boss, bullied by you, and suffer underground all day long. It's also difficult for us."

"But the monitors close to Nurmengard said that Grindelwald is still inside and nothing strange happened."

"But the news from Hogwarts is that the dark wizard has indeed appeared. According to the previous grievances, we in the UK were the primary target of that one. Coupled with the existence of the dark devil, we are now in the wizarding world.

It is not convenient to intervene, so we can only do a good job of vigilance."

"Is there a mole?"

"It has not been investigated yet, but we don't think it is an insider. After all, Nurmengard is not a place we are responsible for, and the insiders you mentioned are mainly on Voldemort's side. They are all the troubles left behind back then."

While eating fried chicken, the man complained: "Now the wizarding world is loose on the outside and tight on the inside. Dumbledore seems to be ignoring things, but secretly he is responsible for everything. The entire Order of the Phoenix has secretly rolled out the defense network.

Yes, the director means that we should be mainly responsible for the perimeter."