The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Hermione was surrounded by tall Aurors and moved forward.

They walked first, leading Hermione to Hogsmeade to use the fireplace like a parade. Facing the curious eyes of passers-by, all Hermione could do was lower her head.

The harm of this scene is so great that people cannot bear to describe it.

The same thing applies even if you use Floo powder to enter the Ministry of Magic directly.

"Check the wand——" The main thing to check is Hermione's.

Hermione didn't know the location of the Ministry of Magic, and she didn't want to see the layout design inside. Everything around her now seemed to have nothing to do with her. It took all her energy to follow her captors to the Ministry of Magic. Now everything

The boundaries are distorted, and the sounds made by people are like tentacles, drilling into the internal organs along the meridians and blood vessels. The brain is actually still running, but it seems to have stopped thinking, but there are no independent thoughts, until I hear such a

Question:

"What does this doll do?"

Dinah remained motionless as she was turned over and over by the security personnel of the Ministry of Magic.

"Don't touch it!" Hermione thought she roared angrily, but the people around her didn't even hear what she said.

"The workmanship is quite exquisite," Mr. Avery cleared his throat and said, "I suspect this is an evil item with black magic. I need to check it carefully."

The official in charge of the security inspection handed the doll over with understanding: "What you said makes sense."

Hermione wanted to resist, but the two Aurors held her shoulders down, and the wand hit her lower back. She was really speechless at all. She could only watch Dinah being confiscated - move

Ah, Hermione has tears in her eyes, what about her ability to resist Voldemort's magic?

Then she was taken to an empty room with only one chair. She couldn't move, and most of her body was probably petrified.

According to normal procedures, Hermione had to be left out for a while, and she would miss a few meals if time allowed. However, Mr. Avery had some connections. He had inquired about Dumbledore's movements and knew that Dumbledore would arrive soon.

So he took the time and came here. He had something to say to Hermione.

"Hello," Avery twirled his mustache proudly. After coming in, he closed the door and leaned against the door and said, "Hermione Granger, her parents are...Muggles. Well, that's interesting."<

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This was a straightforward threat, Hermione heard it, but she couldn't speak now.

Mr. Avery also knew that he waved his wand and dispelled the magic on Hermione and said: "For what reason did you slander a large number of innocent wizards?"

"I didn't slander!" Hermione said word by word, with a voice squeezed out of her teeth: "That's the truth!"

"It seems you didn't realize the key," Mr. Avery said regretfully: "Your behavior did cause great negative impact - if it was not stopped."

"I'm telling the truth!"

"Is that important?"

"Important!"

"Dear girl, that's not important. It's important that the wise Minister Fudge gets a good reputation. It's important that we make money. After this trip, 99% of the people who made profits accounted for it. Even the guests - they were very satisfied.

, their experience is perfect, everyone is satisfied, why can't you just give in a few steps? This is a most glorious thing, you sacrifice yourself - and the sacrifice is not big - to make everyone else happy, you are like

Hero. Look, you could be used to take responsibility during the stalemate between Severus and Professor McGonagall. Why do you have to worry so much about even a small profit now? This is not good, right? Not very good."<

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"Sophistry!" Hermione's words were like knives, sharply piercing through the cunning words: "You have appropriated the fruits of other people's labor. This is a fact - if someone else had done it, it would have been successful. The only difference is that you earned it.

People with money are different!”

"You are wrong," Mr. Avery said with a calm smile: "In the magic world, there is no one else but us who can do better. We can provide the highest quality service, the best craftsmanship, and even the location can be set in

The most prosperous location is convenient for people to come - if you change someone else, can he succeed?"

"But..."

"You want to say that we didn't give you money? But we have clearly analyzed the principle of the magic mirror. Isn't it just an imitation of the Mirror of Erised? What does this have to do with you? Maybe you - you are the one who stole it from us

The thief of family secrets."

"You..."

"The sound of gold galleons is always the most beautiful lullaby," Mr. Avery said without any shame: "The only thing that can compare with gold galleons is magic."

Hermione stared at Mr. Avery angrily, but Mr. Avery didn't care at all. When he wanted to go further, the door to the room opened.

"I think it's time for you to stop your crooked words, Mr. Avery," a tall and thin figure stood at the door with his back to the light, calmly and lowly saying: "I want to take away my students, do you have

Question?"

"No, of course not," Avery bowed to the visitor, stepped aside and said politely: "I didn't expect you, Professor Dumbledore, to come."

Dumbledore didn't want to say a single extra word. He didn't want to waste time on people like Avery. After confirming that Hermione was unharmed, he patted Hermione's head comfortingly and silently led the way. He was about to walk out.

When he was at the Ministry of Magic, he said: "Have you forgotten anything?"

"A doll," Hermione said immediately: "They took my doll."

Dumbledore nodded, asked Hermione to wait where she was, and left alone.

Now that Hermione was no longer afraid, she boldly looked at everyone hurriedly passing by in the hall of the Ministry of Magic. The green flame flashing in the fireplace was almost never extinguished. The strangest thing was that there was a man with long platinum hair, coming from the fireplace.

After he came out, he stared at himself with surprise and weird complex eyes. It wasn't until Dumbledore came back with Dinah that the man disappeared into the crowd.

"This is a precious thing," Dumbledore said with a smile when he saw Hermione holding Dinah in his arms, "from a true friend - you have to cherish it."

"Of course, Professor," Hermione said intently, but remembering that she was still in the Ministry of Magic, she asked worriedly: "You are here this time..."

"I know everything about what happened," Dumbledore gently interrupted Hermione. He said, "You are not wrong, but this is not the place to talk. Let's go back to Hogwarts first and take our time in the principal's office."

Chat."