HP Magic Biography

Umbridge is absolutely faint, or, this report touched the sensitive nerves of the Ministry of Magic.

They had just shot Sirius back into the darkness, barely covering up the affairs of Azkaban, and now they have to deal with an absolutely true report.

The facts cannot be concealed forever. The changes in the magical world are too great. The out-of-control Azkaban, the gathering of dark wizards, and the occurrence of more deaths, but the Ministry of Magic has been proclaiming peace and peace.

This in itself was contradictory enough, so that more and more people were dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic.

In Fanlin’s eyes, Umbridge’s approach obviously lost its power when he first came to Hogwarts. Now it looks like Umbridge is like a fly with nowhere to go, buzzing. What's wrong in Hogwarts Castle?

Wait, it doesn't seem to be the season for the flies...

If there is anything to make Fanlin and the others happy, it is the reaction of Malfoy, Carat and Gore.

I went to the library later that afternoon and saw them.

Several people were putting their heads together, and a Hermione called him Silver. Knott's unkempt boys whispered. When Harry was looking for a book about partial disappearance on the shelf, they saw him.

Gore twisted his wrench wickedly, while Malfoy spoke maliciously to Craber.

Harry fully understood their actions: he called their father a Death Eater.

"The best thing is," Hermione said happily when they left the library, "They can't attack you because they can't admit that they read that article!"

Finally, Luna was eating dinner to tell Tan Dong that "Witcher Weekly" has never sold so fast.

"Dad is increasing the print!" She told Harry, eyes red with excitement. "He couldn't believe it, he said everyone was even more interested in finding elves!"

In the Gryffindor lounge that night, Harry became a hero. Fred and George boldly used magnification magic on a cover of "Witcher Weekly" and hung it on the wall, so Harry's big head kept watching the activities below, muttering from time to time, "The Ministry of Magic is an idiot. ","Go eat shit, Umbridge."

Hermione didn't find it funny at all, she said it disturbed her thoughts, and finally she went to bed angrily.

After an hour or two, Harry also felt that this poster was nothing funny, especially when the spell faded away, it would say "dung" and "Umbridge" intermittently.

In fact, his head started to hurt again, and the scar stabbed uncomfortably. He announced that he was going to sleep, and the people sitting around immediately groaned of disappointment. They had asked him to repeat the interview process countless times.

When he returned to the dormitory, there was no one in it.

Harry pressed his forehead against the cold glass window beside the bed, his scar felt much better. Then he lay down on the bed without taking off his clothes, hoping that the headache would disappear soon. He felt a little uncomfortable, turned over and closed his eyes, and he fell asleep quickly.

...

He was standing in a dark room with a curtain on it, with a candle in it. His hands gripped the back of the chair in front. His fingers were long, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and looked like a few large pale spiders on the back of the black velvet chair. On the other side of the chair, under the faint candle light, a man in a black robe knelt.

"I thought about it carefully," Ha said in a high, cold, angry voice.

"Master, I ask for your forgiveness," the man kneeling on the ground said hoarsely. The back of his head was shining in the candlelight, and it seemed to be shaking.

"I'm not blaming you, Lockwood," Harry still said in a cold voice. He let go of the hand holding the chair, walked around it, and walked to the man curled up on the ground, standing upright, looking taller than usual.

"Are you sure about your situation, Lockwood?" Harry asked.

"Yes, my master, yes. I have been working in the department, after all—"

"Avery told me Bird can get it."

"Bird can't get it. Master, Bird should know that he can't. So, he will resist Malfoy's spell like that."

"Stand up, Lockwood," Harry whispered. The man was anxious to obey and almost fell to the ground.

His face was covered with pimples, and the scars faded by candlelight. After he stood up, he was still slightly bent over, like a bow, looking up at Harry in fear.

"You tell me this is good," Harry said coldly. "Very good. I've wasted a few months and made useless plans. But it doesn't matter, let's start now. I thank you very much, Lockwood ."

"My master, yes, my master," Lockwood gasped.

"I need your help and all the information you can provide. Before those blood races complete their work, we will continue to endure for a while..."

With that, Harry felt an irresistible force, very cold, stronger than it felt now.

"Of course, my master, of course, all."

"Well, you go. Ask Avery to come."

Lockwood ran back quickly, bent over, and disappeared behind the door. Harry stayed in the dark room alone. He turned to the wall, and in the shadows hung a broken old mirror.

Harry walked towards it, his figure growing bigger and clearer in the dark, a pale, skull-like face, red eyes with narrow pupils.

"Do not--!"

"What's the matter?" said a voice next to him.

Harry slammed around so frantically that he wrapped a curtain and rolled to the ground. For a few minutes he didn't know where he was, and what was certain was that he saw the pale skeleton face approaching him again in the dark.

At this time Ron's voice rang in his ears, "If you can stop going crazy like this, I can get you out of here!"

Ron tore the curtain away, and Harry stared at him in the moonlight, then lay on his back, his scars aching fiercely. Ron looked like he was about to go to bed, one sleeve of his robe was missing.

"What happened? Has anyone else been attacked?" Fanlin hid Ron and got Harry up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What did you see? "

"No—no one—" Harry gasped, his forehead as if it was roasting on the fire. "Avery is not good, he is in trouble. He gave him the wrong information. Voldemort is really angry."

Harry groaned, holding his scar with his hand.

"But now that Lockwood has come to help him, he is back on the right track."

"What are you talking about?" Ron sounded horrified. "You mean, you just saw the mysterious man?"

"I'm a mysterious person," Harry said, stretching out his hands in the dark and holding them in front of his face to see if they were still pale as death, with very long fingers. "He was with Lockwood. He was a Death Eater who escaped from Azkaban, remember? Lockwood told him Bird had failed."

"What failed?" Fanlin asked quickly.

"Go get something. He said Bird should know that he can't get it. Bird was under the Imperius Curse, I think he said it was Malfoy's father who cast it."