A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 420: The Secret of the Golden Egg

"How do you know?" Harry helped Hermione ask the question.

"Uh - so," said Ron, flinching as if stung by a Billywig bug, "I think Collins mentioned to me at the dinner party -"

"Like?" Hermione and Harry exclaimed in unison.

"I-I didn't hear clearly at the time, it was too loud," Ron said, shrugging his shoulders, trying to ease the serious atmosphere, "When Hermione said to put the fragments in something, I just said I thought of it."

Hermione looked exasperated, and Harry couldn't help but look at Ron sympathetically. Fortunately, at this time, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.

Neville walked in. "Hi, Harry, Ron, hello, oh, Hermione is here too... I heard some rumors from the prefects, and it was very evil... But you didn't come back last night, so I knew it was about you, and I think you guys definitely need this..."

He raised the two sets of clothes that were bulging in his hands, and approached a little closer, then his eyes widened, staring at the bed of broken golden eggs in his sight, speechless.

"Thank you, you came at such a good time, we just needed something to wear." Harry said happily, and he stepped forward to take the clothes, "Uh - sit whatever you want, Neville, don't hold back To the pieces of the golden egg, we're not sure if we need to put it back together."

Hermione's mouth puffed, and she took away the only useful fragment, "See you in the library." She quickly slipped out of the ward.

At this point, Harry and Ron took off their pajamas and began to dress. Neville sat nervously on Ron's bed, staring straight at the pieces, which looked as if they had been treated roughly, "So, is it true?"

"Oh, what?" Harry asked, pulling a sweater over his head.

"I heard from Li Jordan that Professor Moody is actually a black wizard pretending to steal your golden eggs. You and Ron beat him away last night..."

Harry and Ron stopped and looked at each other. One of Harry's sleeves was still drooping, and he muttered, "Except for the first sentence, which is true, the rest is bullshit."

After getting dressed, Ron patted Neville on the shoulder and said, "Dude, the real Professor Moody is in the ICU not far from here, maybe you can ask, maybe he knows!" Seeing Neville's moved expression, he immediately stammered, "I'm just kidding, don't ask..."

Neville shook his head, "I won't ask. But I want to visit him, he is very kind to me, remember? He gave me the book "Mediterranean Miraculous Aquatic Plants and Their Properties"."

"What if it was sent by the Death Eater?" Ron guessed, "Listen to me, Neville. Moody fell this time, and was caught by the mysterious man. He and the Death Eater took turns. Give us a class, so the professors didn't find out. Now no one knows which class the real Moody gave us--" As he spoke, he suddenly clapped his hands hard and roared: "Damn Yes! Let me say which professor dares to cast the Unforgivable Curse on us?"

Neville looked stunned, completely unaware that You-Know-Who and Death Eaters would be involved in this matter.

Ron vented a bit, calmed down, and said in an expectant tone: "I hope Professor Moody will treat us better in the new semester, but it's hard to say...he may not come back."

The speaker had no intention, and Harry's heart suddenly jumped. If Professor Moody can't teach them next semester, then the school must find a new teacher for them, even if it is temporary, just like Bell in the second grade. Than the professor.

But he changed his mind and thought about the curse that Ron had mentioned to him. But Professor Belby is fine... He tried to convince himself, but what if? He didn't dare to imagine the consequences of Sirius' accident. Although he didn't know that he had a godfather in the first thirteen years of his life, and he didn't even hear of it, he found that he couldn't do without him.

For a moment Harry couldn't make up his mind whether to tell Sirius or not. There is a saying that he really wants to say that his godfather is too boring. Apart from practicing magic and playing chess with the old men in the Muggle community, all the rest of his mind is on him. Sirius should have his own life, such as finding a job. Work, or start a family or something...

"Harry, Harry!" Ron said loudly in his ear.

"Oh - what?" Harry looked up, Ron and Neville both looking at him.

Ron shrugged, "Help me persuade Neville, he still wants to visit that powder keg... What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," said Harry quickly, "I mean—of course, I agree."

"You agree?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Yeah, we should go and see Professor Moody, he doesn't seem to have any relatives." Harry said with faux pas, he decided to postpone this matter, and if Sirius asked, he would do it temporarily Decide.

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At the entrance of the castle auditorium, Draco Malfoy was leaning against the oak gate boredly, clutching a green gift wrapping ribbon in his hand. Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy surround him.

"Didn't you apply to stay in school?"

Draco's nose wrinkled, "I don't know, Dad asked suddenly, I've made an appointment with Professor Snape in advance." He looked back in the direction of the auditorium from time to time, his father came to pick him up this morning He met Professor Haipu by chance on the road, and then he was sent aside.

He flicked the tape in his hand—it was pulled out from the gift box, and he always felt that his father looked at him with a complicated expression when he came over, and there was a smell of hatred, but he didn't do anything recently , he must have misread it.

"...Yes, the traces of that night were particularly strong...then it became dim, almost like ten years ago." Lucius Malfoy whispered, taking the opportunity of exchanging canes, two gray His eyes looked around indiscriminately.

"I see," Felix said.

Lucius nodded slightly, took two steps back, and raised his voice: "You should mind your own business." He turned and left with a cold smile on his face, and when he walked up to Draco, he His son looked at him worriedly.

"Dad, what's the matter, you——"

"Didn't I tell you not to touch things that shouldn't be touched?" Lucius was furious when he saw his son, but there were some things that he couldn't explain clearly, especially when it involved the Dark Lord's diary and He agreed with Haipu on these two things, so he could only find fault with other things.

"There are three warriors who are the same age as you, why not you?"

Draco felt wronged, "Dad, that's why they didn't know how to cheat!"

Lucius gave him a sideways look, switched the cane to his right hand, and pulled Draco away with his left hand.

The rest of Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy looked at their backs, Pansy said hesitantly: "Uncle Malfoy looks very angry, Draco hasn't gotten into any trouble recently?"

She looked at Crabbe and Goyle suspiciously, "Is it the trouble you caused?"

The two shook their heads quickly.

At this moment, Felix came over with a newspaper, and the three of them called Professor and left in a hurry. Felix walked out of the castle and stood on the marble steps, Malfoy and his son could be seen at the end of his line of sight, Lucius said something to Draco, Draco looked very unconvinced.

Facing the winter sun, Felix shook the newspaper in his hand, the active Dark Mark was very conspicuous on the headline. The headline on the newspaper is written in blood red text——

A Death Eater on the loose? Or is the mysterious man making a comeback? "

'It is reported that Barty Crouch, who served as the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department and was in charge of two large-scale international events (the Quidditch World Cup and the Tournament), was attacked by unknown persons at home last night. There was chaos, Crouch was missing, and the old house had been turned into ruins.

The most horrifying thing was the Dark Mark hanging high in mid-air at the scene. All the staff of the Ministry of Magic who rushed to the scene lost their voices. On the ground, when the reporter stepped forward to interview the hysterical official, they did not get any useful information, but were insulted for no reason. Reporters later learned that the female officer had been demoted for failing to do her job and trying to drive out dementors to cover up a Ministry of Magic scandal involving the older brother of a dark hero who silently resisted You-Know-Who during the war For details, please refer to the seventh chapter of the new book "Running Against Black Terror" by our special correspondent Rita Skeeter...

Anyone who has experienced that terrible war will never forget what the Dark Mark represents, but in the fourteenth year after the death of the mysterious man and the end of the war, for the first time in nearly thirty years, we have won the title When the Diqi World Cup champion and the success of excavating the competition from history and giving it new meaning made the people rejoice, we had to rethink: Have we really shaken off the shadow of war? Or maybe it's just another call to war?

It's a pity that the Ministry of Magic has not fared as well as it should have in this contingency, and if some of us still miss the reign of a lord who can't even be named, our Ministry of Magic Knowing nothing about this, instead devoting a lot of energy to the insignificant potion cooperation and being complacent - I can almost guarantee that the Ministry of Magic will be disappointed.

Before the publication of the report, the latest news that this reporter has received is that Mr. Barty Crouch has not encountered any accidents. He is receiving treatment in secret. The young official who spoke on behalf of the Ministry of Magic refused to disclose more information , he just repeatedly declared that he was busy with work and wanted to replace Mr. Crouch to complete a large number of backlogs before.

About Barty Crouch's employment history, see the fourth page of this newspaper, which contains a detailed introduction. Finally, if you want to learn more about someone who can't even be named and his gang of villains, keep your eyes peeled for this newspaper reporter Rita Skeeter's new book, Running Against the Black Terror, out January 1 Signing at Lihen Bookstore supports owl mailing, the specific method...'

"That's all, the rest is rubbish." Hermione looked up from the newspaper and said.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, stunned for a while, and Ron suddenly laughed out of breath, "She, she doesn't know that person is still alive, does she? Otherwise, she would never be so courageous , arrange the mysterious person..."

Harry and Hermione laughed too, they both knew what kind of person Rita Skeeter was.

At the moment, they were sitting at a table by the window in the library, with two large stacks of books near the aisle, and under the sharp gaze of Dobby the librarian, Mrs. Too proficient whispering spells, so that their voices will not be too loud.

Ron fell down laughing, lying on the table, hitting the table with his fist. "Ouch... runs counter to the black terror... I think she's trying to get revenge." After laughing enough, he said solemnly, "Should we write an anonymous letter to remind her."

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "We can't reveal...you know, we promised Principal Dumbledore."

"Well," Ron said regretfully, "she probably won't believe it either, and instead will treat us as rumour-mongers and throw the letter into the trash can...Maybe Dumbledore has already told Fudge."

"It's possible." Hermione nodded, agreeing with him.

Harry took the newspaper and turned to the fourth page. Sure enough, he saw Mr. Barty Crouch's resume, which was very detailed, even including his family members, which was more convenient for Harry.

"Look here," he said, pointing to a line of small print: "Barty Crouch originally had a bright future and was the person closest to the position of Minister of Magic, but because a Death Eater son was born in his family, his prestige After a big drop, he had to be transferred to the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department as the director, and within a few years, not only his son died in Azkaban, but his wife, who had been in poor health, passed away not long after..."

Ron and Hermione looked at him in surprise, and Harry said, "Yeah, we all know who Voldemort's spy is, the problem is... he's dead in the official records."

"This is, this is incredible, could it be Barty Crouch..." Ron looked at the two meaningfully.

"You said he was using his power for personal gain?" Hermione said sharply.

Thinking carefully for a while, they couldn't think of other possibilities. The most important thing was that Ron said, "That's his son." In the end, they had to think that it was Barty Crouch Some kind of method was used to deceive Azkaban and modify the official records.

They had mixed feelings about Barty Crouch lying in the school hospital for a while. On the one hand, he was a victim, but on the other hand, he might have trampled on the law secretly and let a heinous Death Eater go. And this Death Eater has found his biggest backer, offering suggestions for the comeback of his former master.

Seeing the seriousness of the atmosphere, Hermione took out a piece of parchment from the book "The Controversy of the Fifth Element" and handed it to Harry and Ron.

Looking at what looked like poetry in his hand, Harry read the first line: "Find us where our voices sound—what is this?"

"The message deciphered from the golden egg," said Hermione curtly.

Harry and Ron's eyes widened, and they put their heads together to read the above content:

'Find us where our voices sound,

We cannot sing on the ground.

As you search, please keep this in mind:

Purple represents power;

Blue represents wisdom;

Gold represents growth.

Hurry up, crisis is everywhere;

Weighing carefully, the choice is inevitable.

When the gold overflows,

You will see each other,

Return with full rewards. ’

Harry and Ron took a deep breath and looked at the things above them in a daze.

"My instinct tells me that the second project must be difficult," said Ron pessimistically.

Harry felt the same way, and he tried to decipher the above content: "Well - look for us, where the sound sounds, the ground cannot sing. So, the second project is carried out in the water? Black Lake?"

Hermione nodded cheerfully, "I think so too. Go on, let's compare our thoughts~IndoMTL.com~ Uh, and then the next sentence, it's obviously asking us to find something, it should be three things , or three categories?" Harry looked at Hermione hesitantly, but Hermione smiled with her lips pursed, not revealing any information.

"Well, whatever it is, they are different anyway, divided into strength, wisdom, and...growth? I guess some kind of test. The next two sentences are to remind us to be careful, and it involves choices, which is strange... ...In the end, the gold is overflowing, and we will see each other, which means we have to separate? Only when this condition is met, can we meet again?"

Harry's eyes widened as he deduced this clue, and the three pairs of eyes looked at each other.

Ron groaned.

At this moment, a small silver swift passed through the window of the library and landed lightly in front of them. The patron saint of language opened his mouth, and the voice of Professor Haipu came from inside—

"Harry, come to my office at eight o'clock tonight, and you are alone."

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