Chapter 420: The se ret of the golden egg
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"How did you know?" Harry asked the question for Hermione.
"Uh-that's it," Ron said cringly, as if stung by the Billy Wigg worm, "Collins seemed to mention it to me at the dinner party--"
"Like?" Hermione and Harry shouted in unison.
"I—I didn't hear it clearly. It was too noisy," Ron said, shrugging his shoulders, trying to ease the seriousness. "I just thought about putting the fragments in something just now when Hermione said something. ."
Hermione looked angry, and Harry couldn't help looking at Ron sympathetically. Fortunately, at this time, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.
Neville walked in. "Hey, Harry, Ron, hello, oh, Hermione is also... I heard some talk from the prefect, and it was very wicked... But you didn't come back last night, I knew it was related to you, and I think you definitely need this..."
He raised the two swollen suits in his hands, approached a little, and then his eyes widened, staring at the broken golden egg in his sight, speechless.
"Thank you, it's too time for you to come, we just need a piece of clothing to wear." Harry said gratefully, and he stepped forward to take the clothes over, "Uh-sit down, Neville, don't press the golden eggs. On the fragments, we are not sure if we still need to fight back."
Hermione's mouth bulged and took away the only useful fragment. "See you in the library." She slid out of the ward quickly.
At this moment, Harry and Ron took off their pajamas and began to dress. Neville sat nervously on Ron's bed, staring straight at the fragments. They looked like they had been treated very roughly. "So, is it true?"
"Oh, what?" Harry asked, putting a sweater on his head.
"I heard Li Qiaodan say that Professor Moody was actually a black wizard pretending to be a black wizard, with the purpose of stealing 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 that is true, everything else is nonsense."
Ron got dressed, patted Neville on the shoulder, and said, "Man, the real Professor Moody is in the special nursing room not far from here. Maybe you can ask, maybe he knows!" Neville showed an emotional expression, he immediately stammered: "I'm kidding, don't ask..."
Neville shook his head, "I won't ask. But I want to visit him. He treated me very well, do you remember? He gave me the "Mediterranean Magical Aquatic Plants and Their Characteristics."
"What if it was given by the Death Eater?" Ron guessed, "Listen to me, Neville. Moody was planted this time, and was caught by a mysterious man. He and the Death Eater took turns to teach us. , So the professors didn’t find out. Now no one knows which class is really Moody’s for us—" As he said, he suddenly patted his hands again and yelled: "Damn me! Just say which professor would dare to recite the unforgivable curse on us?"
Neville looked stunned, completely unexpected that the mysterious man and Death Eaters would be involved in this incident.
Ron vented and calmed down. He said in an expectant tone: "I hope Professor Moody will be better for us in the new semester, but it's not easy to say... He may not be able to come back."
The speaker didn’t mean it, Harry’s heart suddenly thumped. If Professor Moody’s cannot teach them next semester, the school must find a new teacher for them, even if it’s temporary, just like Professor Bellby in the second grade. .
But he changed his mind and thought of the curse that Ron had mentioned to him. But Professor Bellby is fine... He tried to convince himself, but what if? He didn't dare to imagine the unexpected consequences of Sirius. Although he didn't know that he had a godfather for the first 13 years of his life, he hadn't even heard of it, but he found that he could not do without him.
Harry couldn't make up his mind for a while, wondering whether to tell Sirius. There is a saying that he actually wanted to say that his godfather is too bored. Apart from practicing magic and playing chess with the old man in the Muggle community, all his thoughts are on him. Sirius should have a life of his own, such as finding a share. Work, or getting into a family...
"Harry, Harry!" Ron said loudly in his ear.
"Oh—what?" Harry looked up, and Ron and Neville looked at him.
Ron shrugged, "Help me persuade Neville, he still wants to visit the powder keg...what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Harry said quickly, "I mean—of course, I agree."
"Do you agree?" Ron's eyes widened.
"Yeah, we should visit Professor Moody, he doesn't seem to have any relatives." Harry pretended to be relaxed. He decided to postpone the matter, and if Sirius asked about it, he would make a temporary decision.
...
At the entrance of the castle auditorium, Draco Malfoy was leaning against the oak door boredly, clutching a green gift wrap tape in his hand. Crabbe, Gore, and Pansy surrounded him.
"Didn't you add an application for staying in school?"
Draco's nose wrinkled. "I don't know. Dad suddenly asked. I told 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 and was on the way. Encountered with Professor Haipu, and then he was sent aside.
He shook the strap in his hand—it was taken from the gift box. He always felt that his expression was very complicated when his father came over, and there was a scent of hatred for iron and steel, but he hadn’t done anything recently, it should be. He read it wrong.
"...Yes, the traces of that night were particularly strong...then it dimmed, almost like ten years ago." Lucius Malfoy whispered. By the opportunity of exchanging his canes, the two gray eyes couldn't catch. Look around in traces.
"I see." Felix said.
Lucius nodded slightly, took two steps back, and raised his voice: "You should take care of your own business." He turned and left, with a cold smile on his face. When he walked to Draco, his son Looked at him worriedly.
"Dad, what's the matter, you guys—"
"Didn’t I tell you, don’t touch things that shouldn’t be touched?" Lucius was so angry when he saw his son, but there were some things that couldn’t be said clearly, especially when it came to the Dark Lord’s diary and Haipu The agreement between these two things, so I can only find other things.
"There are three warriors of your age, why not have you?"
Draco felt wronged. "Dad, that's because they didn't know what method they used to cheat!"
Lucius squinted at him, switched his cane to his right, and left Draco with his left hand.
Crabbe, Gore, and Pansy were left looking at their backs. Pansy said hesitantly: "Uncle Malfoy looks very angry. Draco hasn't had any trouble lately?"
She looked at Crabbe and Gore with suspicion, "Did you cause trouble?"
The two shook their heads quickly.
At this moment, Felix walked over with a newspaper, the three called the professor and left in a hurry. Felix walked out of the castle and stood on the marble steps. At the end of his sight, he could see Malfoy and his son. What Lucius said to Draco, Draco looked very unconvinced.
Facing the winter sun, Felix shook the newspaper in his hand, and the dark mark of activity on the headline was very conspicuous. The headline on the newspaper was written in blood-red text--
"The Death Eaters are still at large? Or is the mysterious man making a comeback? 》
'It is reported that Barty Crouch, who is the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department and in charge of two large-scale international events (Quidditch World Cup and Hegemony), was attacked by unknown persons at home last night. The scene was in chaos. Crouch is missing, and the old house has been turned into ruins.
The most frightening thing is the dark mark hanging high in the air at the scene. All the Ministry staff who arrived at the scene lost their voices. A rude-looking female official with a face full of flesh was directly frightened and slumped on the ground. When the reporter stepped forward to interview the hysterical official, he didn't get any useful information, and instead received unprovoked insults. The reporter later learned that the female official had been demoted for poor work and trying to drive the dementors to cover up a scandal at the Ministry of Magic. The matter involved the elder brother of a dark hero who silently resisted mysterious people during the war. For details, please refer to Chapter 7 in the new book "Away from the 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 mysterious death and the end of the war, we won the Quidditch World Cup for the first time in nearly 30 years. When the championship, as well as the successful excavation of the hegemony from history and giving it new meaning, made the people rejoice, we had to rethink: Are we really completely free from the shadow of war? Or maybe this is just the horn of another war?
Regrettably, the Ministry of Magic's performance in this unexpected incident was not satisfactory. If some of us still miss the reign of a demon whose name cannot even be mentioned, our Ministry will give it back. I don't know, but instead put a lot of energy into the trivial potion cooperation, and feel complacent-I can almost affirm that the Ministry of Magic will be disappointed.
As of the time of publication, the latest news that our reporter got is that Mr. Barty Crouch has not suffered any accidents. He is receiving medical treatment in secret. The young official speaking on behalf of the Ministry of Magic refused to disclose more information. He just Repeatedly claimed that he was busy with his work and had to replace Mr. Crouch to complete the large amount of backlog before.
For Barty Crouch's employment history, see the fourth edition of this newspaper, which has a detailed introduction. Finally, if you want to know more about someone who can’t even mention his name and his evil gang, please lock in to our reporter Rita Skeeter’s new book "Away from the Black Terror", which will be held on January 1st. Sign for sale at Lihen Bookstore, support owl mailing, the specific method...'
"That's it, there is **** behind." Hermione looked up from the newspaper and said.
Harry and Ron looked at each other for a while, and Ron suddenly chuckled and laughed, "She, she doesn't know that the person is still alive, does she? Otherwise, she would never have the courage to make a mysterious arrangement. people……"
Harry and Hermione also laughed. They both knew what Rita Skeeter was.
At this moment, they were sitting at a table by the window of the library, and two large stacks of books were placed near the aisle, so that they were more sharp than the sight of the librarian Mrs. Pince, and Harry also used the unskilled Quietly curse, so that their voices will not be too loud.
Ron stumbled with a laugh, and lay down on the table with his fist hitting the table. "Oh... it runs counter to the black horror... I think she is catching up with hatred." After smiling enough, he said solemnly: "Should we write an anonymous letter to remind her."
Hermione raised her eyebrows: "We can't disclose... You know, we promised Principal Dumbledore."
"Well," Ron said regretfully, "I guess she wouldn't believe it, but would treat us as a rumors and throw the letter in the trash... Maybe Dumbledore had already told Fudge."
"It's possible." Hermione nodded, agreeing with him.
Harry took the newspaper, turned to the fourth page, and saw Mr. Barty Crouch's resume, which was very detailed, even his family, which was more convenient for Harry.
"Look here," he said, pointing to a line of small print: "Batti Crouch originally had a promising future. He was the closest person to the post of Minister of Magic, but his reputation plummeted because of the birth of a Death Eater son. I had to be transferred to the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department as the director, and within a few years, not only the son died in Azkaban, but even the wife who had been in poor health soon passed away..."
Ron and Hermione looked at him in surprise, and Harry said, "Yeah, we all know who Voldemort's spy is. The problem is... he is dead in the official records."
"This, this is incredible, could it be Barty Crouch..." Ron looked at the two meaningfully.
"You said he used power for personal gain?" Hermione said sharply.
After thinking about it 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 Barty Crouch made a certain This method deceived Azkaban and modified the official records.
For a while, they felt complicated with Barty Crouch lying in the school hospital. On the one hand, he was a victim, but on the other hand, he might have trampled on the law behind his back and let go of a heinous Death Eater. This Death Eater has found his biggest backer and has made suggestions for his former master's comeback.
Seeing the seriousness of the atmosphere, Hermione took a piece of parchment from the book "The Fifth Element Controversy" and handed it to Harry and Ron.
Harry looked at what looked like a poem in his hand, and said the first sentence: "Look for us, where our voice sounds-what is this?"
"Information deciphered from the golden egg." Hermione said briefly.
Harry and Ron's eyes widened, their two heads came together, and they finished reading the above:
‘Look for us, where our voice sounds,
We cannot sing on the ground.
When you search, please keep the key in mind:
Purple represents power;
Blue represents wisdom;
Gold represents growth.
Hurry up, crises are everywhere;
Weigh carefully, the choice is inevitable.
When the golden is overflowing,
You will see each other,
Come home with a load. ’
Harry and Ron took a deep breath, staring blankly at the things above.
"Intuition tells me that the second project must be difficult." Ron said pessimistically.
Harry felt the same way. He tried to decipher the above content: "Well-look for us, where the sound is sounding, there is no way to sing on the ground. So, the second project is carried out in the water? Black Lake?"
Hermione nodded happily, "I think so too. Continue to say, let’s compare our own thoughts~www.novelhall.com~Uh, and then the next sentence, obviously let us find something, it should be three things. Or three types?" Harry looked at Hermione hesitantly, but Hermione pursed her lips and smiled without revealing any information.
"Well, whatever it is, in short they are different, divided into power, wisdom, and...growth? I guess it's some kind of test. The next two sentences remind us to be careful, and it involves choices, which is really strange... Finally golden Overflowing, we will see each other, which means we have to separate? Only when this condition is met, can we meet again?"
When the clue was inferred, Harry's eyes widened and three pairs of eyes looked at each other.
Ron let out a wailing.
At this moment, a silver, small Swift passed through the library window and landed in front of them lightly. The patron saint of language opened his mouth, and Professor Haipu’s voice came from inside——
"Harry, come to my office at eight o'clock tonight, you are the only one."
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"How did you know?" Harry asked the question for Hermione.
"Uh-that's it," Ron said cringly, as if stung by the Billy Wigg worm, "Collins seemed to mention it to me at the dinner party--"
"Like?" Hermione and Harry shouted in unison.
"I—I didn't hear it clearly. It was too noisy," Ron said, shrugging his shoulders, trying to ease the seriousness. "I just thought about putting the fragments in something just now when Hermione said something. ."
Hermione looked angry, and Harry couldn't help looking at Ron sympathetically. Fortunately, at this time, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.
Neville walked in. "Hey, Harry, Ron, hello, oh, Hermione is also... I heard some talk from the prefect, and it was very wicked... But you didn't come back last night, I knew it was related to you, and I think you definitely need this..."
He raised the two swollen suits in his hands, approached a little, and then his eyes widened, staring at the broken golden egg in his sight, speechless.
"Thank you, it's too time for you to come, we just need a piece of clothing to wear." Harry said gratefully, and he stepped forward to take the clothes over, "Uh-sit down, Neville, don't press the golden eggs. On the fragments, we are not sure if we still need to fight back."
Hermione's mouth bulged and took away the only useful fragment. "See you in the library." She slid out of the ward quickly.
At this moment, Harry and Ron took off their pajamas and began to dress. Neville sat nervously on Ron's bed, staring straight at the fragments. They looked like they had been treated very roughly. "So, is it true?"
"Oh, what?" Harry asked, putting a sweater on his head.
"I heard Li Qiaodan say that Professor Moody was actually a black wizard pretending to be a black wizard, with the purpose of stealing 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 that is true, everything else is nonsense."
Ron got dressed, patted Neville on the shoulder, and said, "Man, the real Professor Moody is in the special nursing room not far from here. Maybe you can ask, maybe he knows!" Neville showed an emotional expression, he immediately stammered: "I'm kidding, don't ask..."
Neville shook his head, "I won't ask. But I want to visit him. He treated me very well, do you remember? He gave me the "Mediterranean Magical Aquatic Plants and Their Characteristics."
"What if it was given by the Death Eater?" Ron guessed, "Listen to me, Neville. Moody was planted this time, and was caught by a mysterious man. He and the Death Eater took turns to teach us. , So the professors didn’t find out. Now no one knows which class is really Moody’s for us—" As he said, he suddenly patted his hands again and yelled: "Damn me! Just say which professor would dare to recite the unforgivable curse on us?"
Neville looked stunned, completely unexpected that the mysterious man and Death Eaters would be involved in this incident.
Ron vented and calmed down. He said in an expectant tone: "I hope Professor Moody will be better for us in the new semester, but it's not easy to say... He may not be able to come back."
The speaker didn’t mean it, Harry’s heart suddenly thumped. If Professor Moody’s cannot teach them next semester, the school must find a new teacher for them, even if it’s temporary, just like Professor Bellby in the second grade. .
But he changed his mind and thought of the curse that Ron had mentioned to him. But Professor Bellby is fine... He tried to convince himself, but what if? He didn't dare to imagine the unexpected consequences of Sirius. Although he didn't know that he had a godfather for the first 13 years of his life, he hadn't even heard of it, but he found that he could not do without him.
Harry couldn't make up his mind for a while, wondering whether to tell Sirius. There is a saying that he actually wanted to say that his godfather is too bored. Apart from practicing magic and playing chess with the old man in the Muggle community, all his thoughts are on him. Sirius should have a life of his own, such as finding a share. Work, or getting into a family...
"Harry, Harry!" Ron said loudly in his ear.
"Oh—what?" Harry looked up, and Ron and Neville looked at him.
Ron shrugged, "Help me persuade Neville, he still wants to visit the powder keg...what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Harry said quickly, "I mean—of course, I agree."
"Do you agree?" Ron's eyes widened.
"Yeah, we should visit Professor Moody, he doesn't seem to have any relatives." Harry pretended to be relaxed. He decided to postpone the matter, and if Sirius asked about it, he would make a temporary decision.
...
At the entrance of the castle auditorium, Draco Malfoy was leaning against the oak door boredly, clutching a green gift wrap tape in his hand. Crabbe, Gore, and Pansy surrounded him.
"Didn't you add an application for staying in school?"
Draco's nose wrinkled. "I don't know. Dad suddenly asked. I told 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 and was on the way. Encountered with Professor Haipu, and then he was sent aside.
He shook the strap in his hand—it was taken from the gift box. He always felt that his expression was very complicated when his father came over, and there was a scent of hatred for iron and steel, but he hadn’t done anything recently, it should be. He read it wrong.
"...Yes, the traces of that night were particularly strong...then it dimmed, almost like ten years ago." Lucius Malfoy whispered. By the opportunity of exchanging his canes, the two gray eyes couldn't catch. Look around in traces.
"I see." Felix said.
Lucius nodded slightly, took two steps back, and raised his voice: "You should take care of your own business." He turned and left, with a cold smile on his face. When he walked to Draco, his son Looked at him worriedly.
"Dad, what's the matter, you guys—"
"Didn’t I tell you, don’t touch things that shouldn’t be touched?" Lucius was so angry when he saw his son, but there were some things that couldn’t be said clearly, especially when it came to the Dark Lord’s diary and Haipu The agreement between these two things, so I can only find other things.
"There are three warriors of your age, why not have you?"
Draco felt wronged. "Dad, that's because they didn't know what method they used to cheat!"
Lucius squinted at him, switched his cane to his right, and left Draco with his left hand.
Crabbe, Gore, and Pansy were left looking at their backs. Pansy said hesitantly: "Uncle Malfoy looks very angry. Draco hasn't had any trouble lately?"
She looked at Crabbe and Gore with suspicion, "Did you cause trouble?"
The two shook their heads quickly.
At this moment, Felix walked over with a newspaper, the three called the professor and left in a hurry. Felix walked out of the castle and stood on the marble steps. At the end of his sight, he could see Malfoy and his son. What Lucius said to Draco, Draco looked very unconvinced.
Facing the winter sun, Felix shook the newspaper in his hand, and the dark mark of activity on the headline was very conspicuous. The headline on the newspaper was written in blood-red text--
"The Death Eaters are still at large? Or is the mysterious man making a comeback? 》
'It is reported that Barty Crouch, who is the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department and in charge of two large-scale international events (Quidditch World Cup and Hegemony), was attacked by unknown persons at home last night. The scene was in chaos. Crouch is missing, and the old house has been turned into ruins.
The most frightening thing is the dark mark hanging high in the air at the scene. All the Ministry staff who arrived at the scene lost their voices. A rude-looking female official with a face full of flesh was directly frightened and slumped on the ground. When the reporter stepped forward to interview the hysterical official, he didn't get any useful information, and instead received unprovoked insults. The reporter later learned that the female official had been demoted for poor work and trying to drive the dementors to cover up a scandal at the Ministry of Magic. The matter involved the elder brother of a dark hero who silently resisted mysterious people during the war. For details, please refer to Chapter 7 in the new book "Away from the 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 mysterious death and the end of the war, we won the Quidditch World Cup for the first time in nearly 30 years. When the championship, as well as the successful excavation of the hegemony from history and giving it new meaning, made the people rejoice, we had to rethink: Are we really completely free from the shadow of war? Or maybe this is just the horn of another war?
Regrettably, the Ministry of Magic's performance in this unexpected incident was not satisfactory. If some of us still miss the reign of a demon whose name cannot even be mentioned, our Ministry will give it back. I don't know, but instead put a lot of energy into the trivial potion cooperation, and feel complacent-I can almost affirm that the Ministry of Magic will be disappointed.
As of the time of publication, the latest news that our reporter got is that Mr. Barty Crouch has not suffered any accidents. He is receiving medical treatment in secret. The young official speaking on behalf of the Ministry of Magic refused to disclose more information. He just Repeatedly claimed that he was busy with his work and had to replace Mr. Crouch to complete the large amount of backlog before.
For Barty Crouch's employment history, see the fourth edition of this newspaper, which has a detailed introduction. Finally, if you want to know more about someone who can’t even mention his name and his evil gang, please lock in to our reporter Rita Skeeter’s new book "Away from the Black Terror", which will be held on January 1st. Sign for sale at Lihen Bookstore, support owl mailing, the specific method...'
"That's it, there is **** behind." Hermione looked up from the newspaper and said.
Harry and Ron looked at each other for a while, and Ron suddenly chuckled and laughed, "She, she doesn't know that the person is still alive, does she? Otherwise, she would never have the courage to make a mysterious arrangement. people……"
Harry and Hermione also laughed. They both knew what Rita Skeeter was.
At this moment, they were sitting at a table by the window of the library, and two large stacks of books were placed near the aisle, so that they were more sharp than the sight of the librarian Mrs. Pince, and Harry also used the unskilled Quietly curse, so that their voices will not be too loud.
Ron stumbled with a laugh, and lay down on the table with his fist hitting the table. "Oh... it runs counter to the black horror... I think she is catching up with hatred." After smiling enough, he said solemnly: "Should we write an anonymous letter to remind her."
Hermione raised her eyebrows: "We can't disclose... You know, we promised Principal Dumbledore."
"Well," Ron said regretfully, "I guess she wouldn't believe it, but would treat us as a rumors and throw the letter in the trash... Maybe Dumbledore had already told Fudge."
"It's possible." Hermione nodded, agreeing with him.
Harry took the newspaper, turned to the fourth page, and saw Mr. Barty Crouch's resume, which was very detailed, even his family, which was more convenient for Harry.
"Look here," he said, pointing to a line of small print: "Batti Crouch originally had a promising future. He was the closest person to the post of Minister of Magic, but his reputation plummeted because of the birth of a Death Eater son. I had to be transferred to the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department as the director, and within a few years, not only the son died in Azkaban, but even the wife who had been in poor health soon passed away..."
Ron and Hermione looked at him in surprise, and Harry said, "Yeah, we all know who Voldemort's spy is. The problem is... he is dead in the official records."
"This, this is incredible, could it be Barty Crouch..." Ron looked at the two meaningfully.
"You said he used power for personal gain?" Hermione said sharply.
After thinking about it 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 Barty Crouch made a certain This method deceived Azkaban and modified the official records.
For a while, they felt complicated with Barty Crouch lying in the school hospital. On the one hand, he was a victim, but on the other hand, he might have trampled on the law behind his back and let go of a heinous Death Eater. This Death Eater has found his biggest backer and has made suggestions for his former master's comeback.
Seeing the seriousness of the atmosphere, Hermione took a piece of parchment from the book "The Fifth Element Controversy" and handed it to Harry and Ron.
Harry looked at what looked like a poem in his hand, and said the first sentence: "Look for us, where our voice sounds-what is this?"
"Information deciphered from the golden egg." Hermione said briefly.
Harry and Ron's eyes widened, their two heads came together, and they finished reading the above:
‘Look for us, where our voice sounds,
We cannot sing on the ground.
When you search, please keep the key in mind:
Purple represents power;
Blue represents wisdom;
Gold represents growth.
Hurry up, crises are everywhere;
Weigh carefully, the choice is inevitable.
When the golden is overflowing,
You will see each other,
Come home with a load. ’
Harry and Ron took a deep breath, staring blankly at the things above.
"Intuition tells me that the second project must be difficult." Ron said pessimistically.
Harry felt the same way. He tried to decipher the above content: "Well-look for us, where the sound is sounding, there is no way to sing on the ground. So, the second project is carried out in the water? Black Lake?"
Hermione nodded happily, "I think so too. Continue to say, let’s compare our own thoughts~www.novelhall.com~Uh, and then the next sentence, obviously let us find something, it should be three things. Or three types?" Harry looked at Hermione hesitantly, but Hermione pursed her lips and smiled without revealing any information.
"Well, whatever it is, in short they are different, divided into power, wisdom, and...growth? I guess it's some kind of test. The next two sentences remind us to be careful, and it involves choices, which is really strange... Finally golden Overflowing, we will see each other, which means we have to separate? Only when this condition is met, can we meet again?"
When the clue was inferred, Harry's eyes widened and three pairs of eyes looked at each other.
Ron let out a wailing.
At this moment, a silver, small Swift passed through the library window and landed in front of them lightly. The patron saint of language opened his mouth, and Professor Haipu’s voice came from inside——
"Harry, come to my office at eight o'clock tonight, you are the only one."
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"How did you know?" Harry asked the question for Hermione."Uh-that's it," Ron said cringly, as if stung by the Billy Wigg worm, "Collins seemed to mention it to me at the dinner party--""Like?" Hermione and Harry shouted in unison."II didn't hear it clearly. It was too noisy," Ron said, shrugging his shoulders, trying to ease the seriousness. "I just thought about putting the fragments in something just now when Hermione said something. ."Hermione looked angry, and Harry couldn't help looking at Ron sympathetically. Fortunately, at this time, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.Neville walked in. "Hey, Harry, Ron, hello, oh, Hermione is also... I heard some talk from the prefect, and it was very wicked... But you didn't come back last night, I knew it was related to you, and I think you definitely need this..."He raised the two swollen suits in his hands, approached a little, and then his eyes widened, staring at the broken golden egg in his sight, speechless."Thank you, it's too time for you to come, we just need a piece of clothing to wear." Harry said gratefully, and he stepped forward to take the clothes over, "Uh-sit down, Neville, don't press the golden eggs. On the fragments, we are not sure if we still need to fight back."Hermione's mouth bulged and took away the only useful fragment. "See you in the library." She slid out of the ward quickly.At this moment, Harry and Ron took off their pajamas and began to dress. Neville sat nervously on Ron's bed, staring straight at the fragments. They looked like they had been treated very roughly. "So, is it true?""Oh, what?" Harry asked, putting a sweater on his head."I heard Li Qiaodan say that Professor Moody was actually a black wizard pretending to be a black wizard, with the purpose of stealing 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 that is true, everything else is nonsense."Ron got dressed, patted Neville on the shoulder, and said, "Man, the real Professor Moody is in the special nursing room not far from here. Maybe you can ask, maybe he knows!" Neville showed an emotional expression, he immediately stammered: "I'm kidding, don't ask..."Neville shook his head, "I won't ask. But I want to visit him. He treated me very well, do you remember? He gave me the "Mediterranean Magical Aquatic Plants and Their Characteristics.""What if it was given by the Death Eater?" Ron guessed, "Listen to me, Neville. Moody was planted this time, and was caught by a mysterious man. He and the Death Eater took turns to teach us. , So the professors didn't find out. Now no one knows which class is really Moody's for us" As he said, he suddenly patted his hands again and yelled: "Damn me! Just say which professor would dare to recite the unforgivable curse on us?"Neville looked stunned, completely unexpected that the mysterious man and Death Eaters would be involved in this incident.Ron vented and calmed down. He said in an expectant tone: "I hope Professor Moody will be better for us in the new semester, but it's not easy to say... He may not be able to come back."The speaker didn't mean it, Harry's heart suddenly thumped. If Professor Moody's cannot teach them next semester, the school must find a new teacher for them, even if it's temporary, just like Professor Bellby in the second grade. .But he changed his mind and thought of the curse that Ron had mentioned to him. But Professor Bellby is fine... He tried to convince himself, but what if? He didn't dare to imagine the unexpected consequences of Sirius. Although he didn't know that he had a godfather for the first 13 years of his life, he hadn't even heard of it, but he found that he could not do without him.Harry couldn't make up his mind for a while, wondering whether to tell Sirius. There is a saying that he actually wanted to say that his godfather is too bored. Apart from practicing magic and playing chess with the old man in the Muggle community, all his thoughts are on him. Sirius should have a life of his own, such as finding a share. Work, or getting into a family..."Harry, Harry!" Ron said loudly in his ear."Ohwhat?" Harry looked up, and Ron and Neville looked at him.Ron shrugged, "Help me persuade Neville, he still wants to visit the powder keg...what's wrong with you?""Nothing," Harry said quickly, "I meanof course, I agree.""Do you agree?" Ron's eyes widened."Yeah, we should visit Professor Moody, he doesn't seem to have any relatives." Harry pretended to be relaxed. He decided to postpone the matter, and if Sirius asked about it, he would make a temporary decision....At the entrance of the castle auditorium, Draco Malfoy was leaning against the oak door boredly, clutching a green gift wrap tape in his hand. Crabbe, Gore, and Pansy surrounded him."Didn't you add an application for staying in school?"Draco's nose wrinkled. "I don't know. Dad suddenly asked. I told 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 and was on the way. Encountered with Professor Haipu, and then he was sent aside.He shook the strap in his handit was taken from the gift box. He always felt that his expression was very complicated when his father came over, and there was a scent of hatred for iron and steel, but he hadn't done anything recently, it should be. He read it wrong."...Yes, the traces of that night were particularly strong...then it dimmed, almost like ten years ago." Lucius Malfoy whispered. By the opportunity of exchanging his canes, the two gray eyes couldn't catch. Look around in traces."I see." Felix said.Lucius nodded slightly, took two steps back, and raised his voice: "You should take care of your own business." He turned and left, with a cold smile on his face. When he walked to Draco, his son Looked at him worriedly."Dad, what's the matter, you guys""Didn't I tell you, don't touch things that shouldn't be touched?" Lucius was so angry when he saw his son, but there were some things that couldn't be said clearly, especially when it came to the Dark Lord's diary and Haipu The agreement between these two things, so I can only find other things."There are three warriors of your age, why not have you?"Draco felt wronged. "Dad, that's because they didn't know what method they used to cheat!"Lucius squinted at him, switched his cane to his right, and left Draco with his left hand.Crabbe, Gore, and Pansy were left looking at their backs. Pansy said hesitantly: "Uncle Malfoy looks very angry. Draco hasn't had any trouble lately?"She looked at Crabbe and Gore with suspicion, "Did you cause trouble?"The two shook their heads quickly.At this moment, Felix walked over with a newspaper, the three called the professor and left in a hurry. Felix walked out of the castle and stood on the marble steps. At the end of his sight, he could see Malfoy and his son. What Lucius said to Draco, Draco looked very unconvinced.Facing the winter sun, Felix shook the newspaper in his hand, and the dark mark of activity on the headline was very conspicuous. The headline on the newspaper was written in blood-red text--"The Death Eaters are still at large? Or is the mysterious man making a comeback? 'It is reported that Barty Crouch, who is the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department and in charge of two large-scale international events Quidditch World Cup and Hegemony, was attacked by unknown persons at home last night. The scene was in chaos. Crouch is missing, and the old house has been turned into ruins.The most frightening thing is the dark mark hanging high in the air at the scene. All the Ministry staff who arrived at the scene lost their voices. A rude-looking female official with a face full of flesh was directly frightened and slumped on the ground. When the reporter stepped forward to interview the hysterical official, he didn't get any useful information, and instead received unprovoked insults. The reporter later learned that the female official had been demoted for poor work and trying to drive the dementors to cover up a scandal at the Ministry of Magic. The matter involved the elder brother of a dark hero who silently resisted mysterious people during the war. For details, please refer to Chapter 7 in the new book "Away from the 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 mysterious death and the end of the war, we won the Quidditch World Cup for the first time in nearly 30 years. When the championship, as well as the successful excavation of the hegemony from history and giving it new meaning, made the people rejoice, we had to rethink: Are we really completely free from the shadow of war? Or maybe this is just the horn of another war?Regrettably, the Ministry of Magic's performance in this unexpected incident was not satisfactory. If some of us still miss the reign of a demon whose name cannot even be mentioned, our Ministry will give it back. I don't know, but instead put a lot of energy into the trivial potion cooperation, and feel complacent-I can almost affirm that the Ministry of Magic will be disappointed.As of the time of publication, the latest news that our reporter got is that Mr. Barty Crouch has not suffered any accidents. He is receiving medical treatment in secret. The young official speaking on behalf of the Ministry of Magic refused to disclose more information. He just Repeatedly claimed that he was busy with his work and had to replace Mr. Crouch to complete the large amount of backlog before.For Barty Crouch's employment history, see the fourth edition of this newspaper, which has a detailed introduction. Finally, if you want to know more about someone who can't even mention his name and his evil gang, please lock in to our reporter Rita Skeeter's new book "Away from the Black Terror", which will be held on January 1st. Sign for sale at Lihen Bookstore, support owl mailing, the specific method...'"That's it, there is **** behind." Hermione looked up from the newspaper and said.Harry and Ron looked at each other for a while, and Ron suddenly chuckled and laughed, "She, she doesn't know that the person is still alive, does she? Otherwise, she would never have the courage to make a mysterious arrangement. people"Harry and Hermione also laughed. They both knew what Rita Skeeter was.At this moment, they were sitting at a table by the window of the library, and two large stacks of books were placed near the aisle, so that they were more sharp than the sight of the librarian Mrs. Pince, and Harry also used the unskilled Quietly curse, so that their voices will not be too loud.Ron stumbled with a laugh, and lay down on the table with his fist hitting the table. "Oh... it runs counter to the black horror... I think she is catching up with hatred." After smiling enough, he said solemnly: "Should we write an anonymous letter to remind her."Hermione raised her eyebrows: "We can't disclose... You know, we promised Principal Dumbledore.""Well," Ron said regretfully, "I guess she wouldn't believe it, but would treat us as a rumors and throw the letter in the trash... Maybe Dumbledore had already told Fudge.""It's possible." Hermione nodded, agreeing with him.Harry took the newspaper, turned to the fourth page, and saw Mr. Barty Crouch's resume, which was very detailed, even his family, which was more convenient for Harry."Look here," he said, pointing to a line of small print: "Batti Crouch originally had a promising future. He was the closest person to the post of Minister of Magic, but his reputation plummeted because of the birth of a Death Eater son. I had to be transferred to the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department as the director, and within a few years, not only the son died in Azkaban, but even the wife who had been in poor health soon passed away..."Ron and Hermione looked at him in surprise, and Harry said, "Yeah, we all know who Voldemort's spy is. The problem is... he is dead in the official records.""This, this is incredible, could it be Barty Crouch..." Ron looked at the two meaningfully."You said he used power for personal gain?" Hermione said sharply.After thinking about it 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 Barty Crouch made a certain This method deceived Azkaban and modified the official records.For a while, they felt complicated with Barty Crouch lying in the school hospital. On the one hand, he was a victim, but on the other hand, he might have trampled on the law behind his back and let go of a heinous Death Eater. This Death Eater has found his biggest backer and has made suggestions for his former master's comeback.Seeing the seriousness of the atmosphere, Hermione took a piece of parchment from the book "The Fifth Element Controversy" and handed it to Harry and Ron.Harry looked at what looked like a poem in his hand, and said the first sentence: "Look for us, where our voice sounds-what is this?""Information deciphered from the golden egg." Hermione said briefly.Harry and Ron's eyes widened, their two heads came together, and they finished reading the above:Look for us, where our voice sounds,We cannot sing on the ground.When you search, please keep the key in mind:Purple represents power;Blue represents wisdom;Gold represents growth.Hurry up, crises are everywhere;Weigh carefully, the choice is inevitable.When the golden is overflowing,You will see each other,Come home with a load. 'Harry and Ron took a deep breath, staring blankly at the things above."Intuition tells me that the second project must be difficult." Ron said pessimistically.Harry felt the same way. He tried to decipher the above content: "Well-look for us, where the sound is sounding, there is no way to sing on the ground. So, the second project is carried out in the water? Black Lake?"Hermione nodded happily, "I think so too. Continue to say, let's compare our own thoughts~www.novelhall.com~Uh, and then the next sentence, obviously let us find something, it should be three things. Or three types?" Harry looked at Hermione hesitantly, but Hermione pursed her lips and smiled without revealing any information."Well, whatever it is, in short they are different, divided into power, wisdom, and...growth? I guess it's some kind of test. The next two sentences remind us to be careful, and it involves choices, which is really strange... Finally golden Overflowing, we will see each other, which means we have to separate? Only when this condition is met, can we meet again?"When the clue was inferred, Harry's eyes widened and three pairs of eyes looked at each other.Ron let out a wailing.At this moment, a silver, small Swift passed through the library window and landed in front of them lightly. The patron saint of language opened his mouth, and Professor Haipu's voice came from inside"Harry, come to my office at eight o'clock tonight, you are the only one."7017k
