Chapter 132

65, reconstruction

Daily Prophet

shocking news: on January 28, a super strong explosion broke out in Hogwarts, northern Scotland, triggering an earthquake of magnitude 8, destroying half of schools. The specific reason is unknown. The Ministry of magic's disaster prevention department sent out to investigate the incident.

On January 29, the Minister of magic, Leonard Spencer Munn, postponed the implementation of Education Act No. 14 and announced that the supreme hearing of wisengamo would be held on February 7. Re trial of Armando dipert human trial.

On February 3, the evacuation plan of Hogwarts was launched again. 70% of the students refused to leave the school. 213 students were evacuated by the disaster prevention department of the Ministry of magic. The remaining 900 students still chose to stay in school.

On February 7, Albus Dumbledore attended visengamo to show evidence that the Demi king was not Armando dipper, the former headmaster of Hogwarts. However, the school of Hogwarts did not disclose the true identity of the half man king, and more information is still under investigation.

On February 15, osivia Romanov, director of the Department of defense against the dark arts of the Soviet Union and teacher of the Hogwarts metamorphosis class, appeared in court to testify for president dipert, confirming that there was another half man king. The authorities of the Ministry of magic of the Soviet Union did not give any explanation for the true identity of the Demi king.

On February 27, after a 20 day trial, the jury of visengama and the 28 pure blood family voted. In the end, Armando dipert won a 15-13 vote and was acquitted. However, his seat as judge of wisengamo and royal honorary magician was cancelled.

Armando dipert will return to Hogwarts at the end of March. The Ministry of magic has restored the permanent death of the halfling king, while the true identity of the halfling king is still under investigation.

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the soft sound of reading newspapers was in Hoffa's ear. Now, it was March, and the beautiful spring light was shining into the corridor along the top of the dilapidated auditorium. The sky was blue, and outside the corridor were students coming and going, carrying ladders and walking everywhere.

In the corridor, a young man with gray hair was carrying a crutch, walking slowly like a disabled man. His pale gold eyes, wearing blue and white striped clothes, ten finger nails as thin as cicada wings, transparent enough to see the bright red meat below.

Hoffa is on a physical recovery mission assigned to him by the school doctor, walking three kilometers a day.

Beside him was a chestnut haired girl with a short ponytail and round glasses. She held Hoffa with a stick in one hand and a newspaper in the other, and read it to him with or without any help.

Hoffa listened quietly as he walked. Occasionally someone next to him comes to say hello, he will smile back.

But in order to speak less, he tried to leave the position of few people, because there were too many people greeting him.

He can't talk too much now.

At the moment, more than a month has passed since the soul stirring life and death battle between Selby and Selby. Hoffa's face is still pale, but much better than before.

God knows what pain he has experienced this month. When he just woke up from a coma in the first few days, his bones were as broken as chalk. He couldn't move at all. When he moved, his muscles were pulled. Even talking could crush and fracture his jaw. This is probably the closest to the end of his life.

Because of that extreme blood bloom, his black hair turned into short gray hair.

At first, Hoffa thought it would be all right after losing the old hair. But unexpectedly, the new one is still gray.

It made him a little bit uncomfortable, because the gray hair always made him think of Silby. But after a few days, he had to accept the reality.

Fortunately, his appearance has not become old, which is the only thing to be thankful for.

In the second half of the semester, all the classes in the school stopped, but most of the students still chose to stay in the school. As for the reason, Hoffa thought that maybe most ordinary people, like themselves, did not want to see the school destroyed.

Passing a collapsed tower, Hoffa saw a group of students running past a row of stones under the control of a floating charm.

Under the collapsed tower, some senior students were waving magic wands, while some junior students simply carried the wood on their shoulders. There are also a lot of scaffolds on the tower.

There are also some teachers downstairs with drawings, pointing to the gap of the building, drawing, and there are a lot of scaffolds on the top of the tower.

People come and go, almost everyone is very busy.

All the work and tasks of the school were transferred to the post disaster reconstruction, and all the courses were stopped. In fact, Hoffa felt that it was faster to learn things in this way.

It's just that he doesn't have the ability to rebuild the school with others. Now his bones are a little harder than glass.

Standing in the distance, he swept away a piece of gravel at his feet with a stick. He saw several bottles of specimens and identified them carefully. It turns out that this is Slytherin's Potion tower."Poor Slytherin, the damage is the most serious."

Miranda whispered next to Hoffa.

"How long do you think it will take to finish it?" Hoffa asked as he walked.

"Not for years." Miranda held Hoffa's arm and said, "but it's lucky that the school hasn't been closed."

The two walked through the collapsed building and past the gate of Hogwarts castle. As the first line of defense when the explosion came, the gate of Hogwarts was the most damaged.

There are a lot of people here. Many people are shouting and waving their magic wands. Nearly 50 people use the floating charm to slowly pull up a new brown wooden door and place it in the position of the original iron door.

"Oak door..."

Hoffa's heart moved.

Miranda put down the newspaper and stood beside Hoffa:

"you protected the main facilities of the school, but as you can see, the gate of the school was blown up. However, the cost of iron gate is a little high, especially at this time, so the school can only replace the oak gate. "

Miranda shrugged: "but it's not bad, I say. At least the school is still there, and the students are still there. "

"If you can find out earlier..." Hoffa murmured.

"The spirit of Hogwarts is not just a few rubble buildings." Milandala said faintly, holding Hoffa's arm.

"Keep walking. You've only walked less than 300 meters today."

"Well."

Hoffa moved on slowly. After a few steps, he couldn't help looking back.

Looking at the oak door slowly lifted up to the gate of the castle, Hoffa thought of something. If he didn't remember, the gate in the original book was the oak door. He thought he was changing history, but if he thought so, he didn't seem to have changed anything.

When they got to the Black Lake, Hoffa was gasping, so Miranda let him rest for a while on a piece of statue by the lake.

After a short rest, Hoffa found that even the whole land had been overturned. He even saw an office on the ground floor.

He seems to have been to that office. On second thought, it turned out to be osivia's office.

The once gloomy office is now exposed to the sun. It has not been repaired. It is in a mess.

Osivia didn't see Hoffa during this period of time, because she went to the Ministry of magic and had been running around for the case of Armando dipert. Together with other deans, she tried to make the school run normally.

Standing high and looking for a moment, Hoffa said to Miranda, "let's go down and see if there's anything that hasn't been damaged."

"How can it be? This is the first place to be affected by the explosion."

Miranda said.

"Go and have a look, in case there is any more."

Hoffa hands his arm to Miranda, who helps him slowly down the slope.

After entering the abandoned office, Hoffa found that it was still completely rotten. All the porcelain ornaments were smashed, leaving only a few ragged clothes.

Indeed, as Miranda said, nothing has survived.

However, when he got to the depth of the office, Hoffa's stick poked a few pages, and he reluctantly bent down to pick them up.

It turned out to be an old newspaper. He shook the gravel and dust on it.

There were several black-and-white photos in the newspaper of a corpse pasted on the ice. The newspaper records the murder of the Minister of magic of the Soviet Union last year.

This is the old newspaper that osivia always carries with him.

It was not destroyed.

Hoffa thought for a moment, but kept the old newspaper by his side.

"What's that?" Miranda asked casually.

"Nothing, a memorial. Help me up

Miranda took Hoffa's arm and walked to the flat. At this time, he saw a boy sitting in a wheelchair opposite him. He was pushed to the Black Lake by Slytherin in green robes to see the scenery.

Seeing the wheelchair, Hoffa was instinctively surprised.

Then he came to his senses. It wasn't sylby, it was Tom Riddle.

He was wearing a blue and white striped suit similar to his own, and was pushed in a wheelchair by several green robed Slytherins.

This old enemy's final fate this year is similar to his. Hoffa's injuries are mostly physical, while Riedel's injuries are mental.

The curse of the last time, he caused too much burden.

The school doctor's diagnosis is that he is likely to be unable to walk or even study normally in the past year.

Tom Riddle saw Hoffa, too, but glanced at him coldly and turned his head.

"Would you like to go and have a look?"

Miranda asked in a low voice.

Hoffa looked at the wheelchair by the Black Lake with complicated eyes. After a moment, he shook his head and said in a soft voice, "next time."Somehow, he didn't want to face Riedel, and surely Riedel didn't want to see him. Last time their cooperation was also helpless under the crisis. In the final analysis, there was too much difference in their personalities.

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the goal of three kilometers was completed very slowly. It was not until dusk that Hoffa finished the task prescribed by the school doctor.

After returning to school, Hoffa returned to his ward with Miranda's help.

The ward is very spacious. On the left is a pile of gifts as high as people's, and on the right is a pile of snacks and letters full of sheets. Those are given to him by Hogwarts students. Compared with last year's injury, this year's Hoffa has become a celebrity of the school.

This makes him very unaccustomed. If he can, he still feels comfortable when no one pays attention.

As soon as he sat down, he was out of breath.

Miranda, nestled in a chair, handed him a glass of water while reading a newspaper.

(in the newspaper, the dispirited president Armando dipert said in the flash of a line of reporters: "health is my demand. Whether these means are correct or not is not clear. But my starting point is to protect the school, I use the enemy soldiers who died in the war, I have a clear conscience. I just hope that at the end of my life, I can protect this house...)

"thank you." Hoffa took the glass.

"Well." Miranda turned a page of the newspaper.

"Did the paper say when osivia would be back?" Hoffa carried some of his still awkward legs to bed.

"No"

Miranda calmly turned another page of the newspaper and didn't seem to want to pay much attention to him.

Hoffa tore open a piece of Chocolate Frog, put it in his mouth, bit off half of it, and asked, "she won't come back, will she?"

"I don't know. Why are you so anxious to see her?"

"I'm just asking."

"Ha ha."

Miranda smiles, seemingly noncommittal.

At this time, there was a clanging sound outside the door. Then there was the sound of laughter and chatting. Hoffa felt bad. He immediately moved his legs into the quilt, put the quilt on his body, looked at Miranda and said in a low voice, "I fell asleep, you know?"

"Well."

Miranda grunted absently.

After talking and laughing with a few nurses.

As she pushed the door open, aglia curled her lips with disdain and whispered, "there's no bones. Hogwarts is such a junk school."

Then, the little girl came in with a long medicine bottle. Her silver hair is in a bun at the back of her head, and she is also wearing the special white operating clothes for making potions.

Hoffa squeezed his hands in horror under the covers, closed his eyes, swallowed his saliva and began to pretend to sleep.

Because he can't exercise very hard, school doctor Lena said he has some osteoporosis, and it will take him about a month to recover.

But some of the acute agleia had to make a bone producing spirit for him. That's right. It's the thing that Harry drank after the bone in his arm was smoked by lohat.

Hoffa vowed that it was one of the most terrible things he had ever drunk in his life. Although it was transparent and water like, it tasted like horse urine mixed with nitroglycerin and ether. He never wanted to drink it again.

Agraia ran to Hoffa's bed with the potion and looked at it.

"Ah, sleep again."

Miranda turned a page of the newspaper and said, "no, not today, not before. He empties the trash can of the shengguling you prepare every day."

Hoffa almost didn't spit out a mouthful of blood in the quilt. What happened to Miranda today? She sold him in the twinkling of an eye. He also shakes out what happened when he lost the medicine.

Sure enough, the next second, in front of the light, aglia suddenly opened the quilt and stood in front of him with a gloomy sneer: "good you, holva! How dare you pour my medicine

Hofferser huddled on the bed, covered his face and said, "please don't let me drink that. I want to die after one drink."

"No! Do drink it

Without saying a word, she put her hand under Hoffa's side and set him up. Hoffa's body is empty, but he can't beat aglia. He is afraid of breaking his bone, so he can only sit up with grief.

"Miranda, you asshole!"

"Well."

Miranda turned a page of the newspaper and sat in her chair without looking up.

"You double faced man, traitor." Hoffa said slightly indignantly.

"Oh."

Miranda took a more comfortable position and looked up to read the newspaper.

"Wuzai, white eyed wolf."

"Gee."

Miranda continued to read the newspaper with a mysterious smile on the corner of her mouth.

"You..." he couldn't scold any more.

Because agraia is trying to spoon Hoffa's mouth open, trying to force shengguling down.Unable to exercise vigorously, Hoffa had to clench his teeth and shake his head into a rattle, which looked like a delicate girl who was forced to kiss by an obscene uncle.

Agleia was very angry, so she heavily put down the long bottle with the bone label and began to pinch Hoffa's chin with her hand.

After prying and pinching for a long time, aglia found that the man was very determined not to take medicine, so she turned to look at Miranda who was reading the newspaper.

"Are you coming to help?"

"No

Miranda nestled in her chair, pushed her glasses and flipped through the newspaper.

"Hello...!"

"If he doesn't want to drink, don't put it in. Anyway, the bones grow on him."

Miranda looks like her husband after a busy day at work. He doesn't want to answer any questions from his wife. He just wants to read the newspaper.

"You....

with a strong finger, agraia cackled, and Hoffa lost one of his front teeth.

Huo FA, who had a big mouth, was worried: "what are you doing? I'm not easy to grow my teeth!"

With a tremor of his fingers, aglya quickly took back the spoon and said, "can we cooperate earlier? It's up to you. "

"Would you like to have a drink of that?"

"All right, all right. It's like glass. If you don't drink, you won't drink. Look at your teeth. They're ugly enough."

Agraia took her arm and muttered a few words.

After a while, she stuffed the sekhofa quilt again and complained in a low voice: "if you can't do it, you have to show off."

Miranda pushed her glasses, sat in her chair and flipped through a page of newspaper, disdaining to say, "I'm born to work."

At this time, suddenly a bell rang outside the door.

It's the bell for shift change.

Agraia and Miranda can only be with him during the day. At night, he was taken turns by the school doctor and potion teacher Horace Slughorn.

They're in charge of medicating Hoffa and performing some restorative operations on him.

Agraia looked out and said to Miranda, "come on."

Well

Miranda put away the newspaper. "See you at the seventh greenhouse, and then yesterday's repair."

They are also very busy to participate in the reconstruction of the school.

"I want to go, too."

"I'm rotting in bed," Hoffa said

"Lie down. You want to run around without taking medicine."

Agraia glared at him.

Miranda stretched, yawned and walked carelessly past Hoffa's bed.

Then, as soon as she could not cover her ears, she suddenly grabbed Hoffa's jaw, pinched Hoffa's mouth, and made Hoffa's mouth open in an O-shape.

"Come on

She grabbed the bottle of nitroglycerin ether horse urine smelling shengguling in the head cupboard and thrust it into Hoffa's mouth.

He took a big gulp.

Rao is a man who has been through many battles like huofa. He can't help but stare in horror under this sudden attack.

Forced to fill, pull out the glass can, pull out a trace of crystal mucus. The liquid came down the corner of Hoffa's mouth.

"Ouch... Cough... Ouch..."

Huo FA coughed violently, tears coughed out, and he trembled and humiliated: "bastard! You... You two, give me... Wait for me....

"ha ha ~" aglia laughs.

Miranda teased, "when you're twenty?"

With that, the two girls made a face at him and ran out hand in hand with a smile.

"Damn it..."

he covered his throat and coughed out of breath. The terrible smell made him want to cry.

But with a cough, Hoffa's eyes turned to the door. He coughed gradually and sat up slowly.

At the door stood not the school doctor Lena or professor Slughorn, but a bald man in a black robe and a red collar, and a tall man with a reddish brown beard.

It's Dumbledore and the Minister of magic, Leonard Spencer Munn.