HP Approaches the Magical World

Happy times are always short.

At the end of the banquet, Dumbledore stood up from his seat, knocked on the knife and fork, and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

"Oh, now that everyone is full, I have to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to give you a few things to pay attention to."

"Attention first-year freshmen, students are not allowed to enter the woods on campus. Our old students should also remember this well."

Dumbledore's shining eyes swept over to Gryffindor's side, then glanced around and looked away.

"Besides, Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the hallway between classes."

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Anyone who is interested in joining the college team, please contact Mrs. Hooch."

"Finally, I must tell everyone that those who do not want to encounter accidents and die in pain, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

"what's the situation?"

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

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

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

The two hurriedly ended their conversation as the school song began.

According to tradition, after the students sang the school song at random, everyone was about to leave.

...

The freshmen are naturally led by their prefects, and they, the sophomores, can return to their dormitories as soon as possible without worrying about anything.

Back in the familiar dormitory, Jon can only sleep well this time, and won't be dragged into the Fairy Castle suddenly, thinking about it, he still feels a little lost.

"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 Sculley and Fron who were talking.

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

"The times are different. These two guys played too much during the holidays. Fren is fine. Sculley was scolded at home. He plans to work hard this semester. Fren is his school boy."

Stephen loosened his bow tie and cuffs, and mercilessly revealed his old truth: "It's a pity that I think Fren's study is much more serious than him."

"Don't say that, it's good that Scully has this heart."

Jon also jokingly said that he stepped forward, picked up the two of them from the chairs, and stuffed them into their tents one by one: "Sleep well, you will have class tomorrow morning, aren't you tired? Study plan Let's talk about it after two days when you have time, what's the rush?"

"That's right, what's the rush."

Stephen was especially relaxed in the dormitory, and he didn't look like he was holding it outside at all.

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

Throwing the uniform into the clothes basket, Stephen also got into the tent.

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

Long time no see, my bed.

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

Have a good night's sleep.

...

MI0 headquarters, the seventh basement floor, confidential affairs office.

"prison Break?"

Corinna frowned.

"right."

The fat man sitting across the table got up, went to the door and saw that there was no one around, then turned around and closed the door behind him: "The higher-ups have just issued a confidentiality regulation on this matter,

I tell you you can't tell anyone. "

"Don't worry, don't you trust me?"

Corinna nodded and said: "However, when you blatantly acted as an inside information dealer, don't you have any guilt at all? Also, I remember your salary quite a lot. 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 obese man opposite her had already taken out a whole hot fried chicken from the freezer at hand and placed it in front of him.

"High blood pressure is only a big problem, and it can be solved with a shot of cardiopulmonary booster. Anyway, I have staff subsidies."

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

Corinna took it, and looked back helplessly. She usually eats, drinks, and is reimbursed, but she still needs to use staff subsidies for injections. She is still sitting securely in the position of confidential secretary. I have to say , the ability of the man in front of him is indeed outstanding.

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

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

"You really want to know?"

"Of course, who is joking with you, I wasted time and weight eating fried chicken with you, just to joke with you?"

"You all know."

You naturally refer to Corinna and the others.

The heads of the 15 special zones of MI0 obviously know all of them now.

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

Corinna snatched a drumstick angrily: "Next time you talk about something confidential with me, I'll sew your mouth shut with a stapler."

"As the person in charge of the special zone, you are the most high-end action force in the bureau. It is absolutely necessary to tell you."

The man snatched the other chicken leg quickly, so as not to be snatched away again: "Do you think it is easy for us to be secretaries? It is difficult for us to be suppressed by the boss, bullied by you, and suffer underground all day long."

"But the watchers close to Nurmengard said that Grindelwald was still inside, and nothing strange happened."

"But the news from Hogwarts is that the dark wizard did appear. According to the previous grievances, we in England were the primary target of that one. With the existence of the Dark Lord, we are now dealing with the wizarding world. It’s not convenient to intervene, so we can only do a good job of vigilance.”

"Is there a ghost?"

"We haven't found out yet, but we don't think it's an insider. After all, Nurmengard is not the place we are in charge of, and the insiders you mentioned are mainly on Voldemort's side, and they are the root of the disaster left by that year."

While eating the fried chicken, the man complained: "Now the wizarding world is loose outside and inside tight, Dumbledore doesn't care about things, but secretly everything is done by him, and the entire Order of the Phoenix has already laid out the defense net secretly. Yes, what the director means is, let us be mainly responsible for the periphery."