The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Colin unfolded a copy of the "Daily Prophet", and the little wizards around him immediately gathered around him. Seamus leaned his head closer and read aloud:

"Peter has been brought to justice... The Ministry of Magic confirmed today that Peter Pettigrew had been captured on the spot by a Dementor outside Hogwarts Castle and executed with a Dementor's Kiss. ​​The Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic is closing the case and notifying Peter's Family members came to claim the body..."

Behind a large series of words praising the Ministry of Magic, there is a large photo. A short, fat, middle-aged man with a pale face and bald head is lying on the grass, like a dead person. Only the slightly rising belly shows that this body still retains some vitality. .

"This is really... good news..." Ron saw the photo of that person again, and many "sweet memories" flashed in his mind. His face suddenly turned pale, and he instantly lost his appetite for breakfast.

Seamus smacked his lips with regret: "Tsk, I thought this matter would have to be postponed until at least Christmas. Like the previous two years, I also planned to stay in school and take risks with you..."

Gryffindor champion Seamus Finnegan once again missed his chance to make a name for himself.

The middle-aged man in the photo was surrounded by many black cloaks. Harry saw the dementors and felt a chill in his heart. Wormtail's tragic situation made him feel a little complicated: "The Dementor's Kiss... is he dead?" ?”

Harry was a little surprised and disappointed. He thought that Peter Pettigrew had some secret plan, but he didn't expect it to be solved so quickly and in such an ordinary way... The execution of Wormtail, who betrayed his parents, did not bring much happiness to Harry. In my heart, my biggest enemy was always Voldemort.

"Not dead, but almost. His soul was eaten by the dementors, leaving only an empty shell without consciousness." Ernie of Hufflepuff explained, he didn't know when he touched it , "He won this, he killed twelve people, and was a strong supporter of the mysterious man..."

"Voldemort?" Harry answered subconsciously.

"Eh~"

Several young wizards around him booed in a cryptic manner and left one after another as if they were frightened.

Hermione listened carefully and glanced at Loren quietly.

Peter Pettigrew was discovered by a patrolling Dementor outside the school and was given a Dementor's Kiss. The fugitive got what a fugitive deserves, and the Ministry of Magic fulfilled its responsibilities...

The whole thing was so normal, so completely devoid of any trace of Loren, that the little witch felt it was abnormal.

Hermione whispered into his ear and asked, "Did you do it?"

"What?"

"Dementor's Kiss?"

"Why do you say that? I'm not a dementor."

"intuition."

"Um……"

Loren pondered for a moment, but there was nothing unusual on his face. He neatly stacked the food packed in brown paper and stood up with a calm expression, "Let's go, it's time to go to class."

Hermione curled her lips: "Hey, if you don't want to say it, don't say it."

…

The first section on Monday morning was electives, Divination, Muggle Studies and Ancient Runes.

The divination classroom in the tower is still filled with the suffocating smell of spices, and the ventilation windows are closed tightly. The young wizards can only decipher all kinds of vague patterns and symbols.

Professor Trelawney was still pretending to be mysterious as last time, but with Professor McGonagall's reminder, everyone didn't quite buy it.

The bell just rang, and Simo rushed out of the Divination class without looking back, his legs running out of shadows. It's as if Professor Trelawney is some kind of 5X-level dangerous creature.

When Loren came out, she saw him holding on to the railing and gasping for air, his face pale.

"Merlin, the last time this was so difficult was in the first year. She reminds me of Quirrell's turban..." Seamus said.

The second section is Transfiguration. Perhaps because of the good news he got in the morning, Professor McGonagall had a rare gentle smile on his face: "We will stop here to talk about the content of Animagus. If students are interested in continuing to study, , everyone is welcome to join our teaching class. The selection exam will be held after Halloween, so everyone has enough time to prepare.

“The weather will be rainy in the coming period, which is a good time to conduct Animagus rituals.

"Students who are interested can learn more about the members of the teaching class. I won't mention it further. Let's continue with the class... Let's start talking..."

Under the stage, Hermione, who had just finished three classes, reached out and poked Loren at the same table.

Loren, who was taking notes, stopped the quill in his hand and turned around in confusion: "What for?"

Considering that Hermione had three classes in a row, the task of taking notes was handed over to Loren. Although Hermione would still copy it when she went down, at least she could relax now.

"Would you like to start practicing holding mandrake blades in your mouth? I heard someone in the upperclassmen has already started."

Thinking of the experience of being unable to chew food, Loren rubbed his eyebrows with a headache: "Let's talk about it later. The impact of the time turner on the Animagus ritual is not yet certain. I want to practice with you."

Hermione touched the gold chain around her neck, wondering what she was thinking.

When the Transfiguration class was about to end, Harry stood up and asked: "Professor, since Peter Pettigrew has been executed, when will the dementors outside the school leave?"

The smile on Professor McGonagall's lips became softer: "Soon, representatives from the Ministry of Magic have arrived at the school, and Principal Dumbledore is discussing this matter with them."

…

Principal's office.

The walls were covered with portraits of past principals. The headmistress, Delise Devante, had her eyelids lowered, as if she was sleeping soundly. Only her occasionally blinking eyelashes and slightly trembling ears betrayed that she was eavesdropping.

Most of the hanging paintings were like her, pretending to be asleep but actually eavesdropping.

On an entire wall of paintings, the frame of the old principal Dexter Foster is particularly different. Several principals crowded into this frame, holding Principal Foster's hand and covering his mouth. , for fear that he would point his nose at the Minister of Magic below and curse him in a moment of anger.

The old Headmaster Black, who was born in Slytherin, looked at Cornelius Fudge below, his goatee blowing in anger.

The weather has turned colder, and the desk with long slender legs is once again filled with strange-shaped silverware, which buzzes and spins and spits out white smoke.

"So you plan to continue to let those dementors wander outside the school, is that what you mean, Cornelius?" Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at Fudge with penetrating gaze.

The old principal was wearing a boxy golden-red wizard hat and a gorgeous golden-red spacious robe today. Even though he was sitting there with a smile, there was still a kind of oppressive force inadvertently leaking out.

Sitting opposite was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, who was short, fat, stocky, with messy gray hair, wearing a purple pinstriped suit and a bright red tie.

Fudge smiled reluctantly, and once again took out his handkerchief to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead: "Albus, you know, that crazy Death Eater witch is still wandering outside, and the dementors are here to protect the children. Safety."

"I can assure you, Cornelius, that the professors at Hogwarts can protect every little wizard." Dumbledore showed a kind smile, slowly picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and put it down. The clattering sound of the tea cup made Fudge's heart skip a beat, "You are also a Hogwarts graduate. I think you know the professors' abilities very well. Please trust us."

No matter how he looked at it, Fudge felt that his smile was threatening, but he didn't want to take back the dementors. Arranging the dementors to patrol and monitor Hogwarts would bring him a kind of pleasure, just like he suppressed Dumbledore. Liduo is the same.

Fudge forced an unnatural smile: "Of course, no one trusts the professors at Hogwarts more than me. But please look at it from my perspective, Albus, and a vicious Death Eater." On the run, the school board wants me to do this, and the parents of the students want me to do this...

"Those loyal guards will definitely not harm the little wizard, and they are just lingering outside the school and will not enter the school."

Dumbledore did not speak, but looked at Fudge with a meaningful look, his blue eyes seemed to want to see into the depths of Fudge's heart.

Just when Fudge was about to be unable to withstand the pressure, Umbridge, a senior deputy minister in pink clothes, hurried in from outside the office, pinched her sweet and thin girl's voice and exclaimed: "Minister Fudge, International The Department of Magical Cooperation has received an urgent letter. Several countries have requested that the International Wizarding Conference be held in New York instead!"