Chapter 884

Harry found that Fanlin and Hermione were already standing in the safe corner, and Ron was also. Several people were standing nearby waiting for him, their coat collars flying in the wind.

As Harry ran to them, he opened the roll and found five words on it - Sirius' handwriting: today, old time, old place.

How is Hedwig Hermione asked anxiously, and now he had recovered.

"Where did you take it?" Ron asked, "Professor grabland," Harry said, "and I met McGonagall. Listen."

He told them what MEG had said. To his surprise, they were not shocked. Instead, they exchanged meaningful eyes.

"What?" Harry said, turning his eyes from van Lin to Hermione and back again. "Well, I was just talking to Ron. What if someone tried to stop Hedwig in the middle? I mean, it's never been injured on a previous flight, has it? "

"Anyway, whose letter is that?" Ron asked, taking the note from Harry's hand.

"In a nasal voice." Harry whispered. "Old time, old place"? Is he talking about the fire in the teaching and research office? "

"Obviously," said Hermione, who was also reading the note, a little upset. "I hope no one else has read it."

"But it's still sealed when it gets to me," Harry tried to convince herself, as she did. "If they don't know where we met before, no one will know what it means, will they?"

"I don't know," Hermione said anxiously.

"But to be sure, someone has begun to block communication at Hogwarts castle. You should have realized earlier, Harry, since filch started intercepting us for sending letters..." "But I don't think Hedwig has been intercepted. As the snow owl of the magic world, you want to be intercepted unless you go up and catch it yourself."

"You mean..." Harry lowered his voice. "You mean Umbridge..."

"I can't guarantee that, but we can't use the owl room any more. Besides, we can't use Hedwig for sending letters in the future. I'll call dobby over at that time. It's hard for dobby." "It's not difficult to seal the paper roll with magic, and we don't know whether someone is monitoring the fireplace network. But there is no doubt that Umbridge's intervention is inevitable. She wants us to lose contact with the outside world, or to isolate us Stand up. In fact, this is the result of being discovered. I think Umbridge is trying to gather intelligence about Dumbledore. "

They went down the stone ladder to the potion class, and several of them were lost. For van Lim, it was just a signal that Umbridge had a big move.

Umbridge couldn't go on like this, but she didn't find a way to get Dumbledore out of school.

But when they got to the last few steps, they were awakened from their meditation by Malfoy's voice.

Malfoy stood outside Snape's classroom, waving an official paper like parchment, deliberately raising his voice so that they could hear each word clearly.

"Yes, Umbridge approved Slytherin's Quidditch team to continue, and I applied to her early this morning. I mean, she knows my father very well, and he goes in and out of the ministry a lot. It's interesting to see if Gryffindor is allowed to continue playing, isn't it

"Don't get angry," Hermione whispered to Harry and Ron. It's not a wise thing to have a conflict at this time, but with Harry and Ron's temperaments, it's not easy to say that can solve the problem.

They glared at Malfoy, flushed and clenched.

"Calm down, that's what he meant." Van Lim frowned, Malfoy provoked, this thing seems to have not happened for a long time, so, what is dependence, Umbridge?

"I mean," Malfoy raised his voice a little more, his gray eyes twinkled maliciously, looking in the direction of several of them. "If the problem is related to the influence of the Ministry of magic, I don't think they have much chance. According to my father, they've been looking for reasons to explain Weasley in recent years. So is porter. My father said it was only a matter of time before he was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for magical diseases. Obviously, they have special protection against people whose heads are confused by magic. "

Malfoy made a grimace, his mouth drooping and his eyes rolling.

Clara and Goyle grunted as usual, and Parkinson screamed happily.

Van Lim blocked Harry with his hand, but before he could say anything, something seemed to bump him on the shoulder and make him fall to one side.

At once he realized that Neville had just passed him and was running straight for Malfoy.

Fanlin was a little stunned at first, but not in his right mind. St. Mungo magic hospital?It's definitely Neville's forbidden area, no doubt.

"Neville, no!" Fanlin ran forward and grabbed Neville's robe. Neville's frantic struggle, his fists dancing, struggling to get close to Malfoy. Malfoy was shocked.

"Help me!" Van leen asked Harry for help. He put a hand around Neville's neck and managed to drag him back away from Slytherin college. Goyle and Cara, waving their arms, stood in front of Malfoy, ready to fight.

Harry and Ron respectively grabbed Neville's arm and successfully dragged Neville back into the Gryffindor line with van Lin.

Neville's face turned red, and van Lin's pressure on his throat made him quite confused, and single words sprang out of his mouth.

"No, fun, no, Muggle, show him."

Suddenly, the door of the potion room opened and Snape appeared. He scanned the Gryffindor boundary with his black eyes, where Harry and Ron were wrestling with Neville. In Snape's eyes, at least.

"Play hard, Potter, Weasley, lombarton and Al?" Snape sneered scornfully in his cold voice. "Gryffindor takes ten. Potter, let go of Longbottom or you'll be jailed. All come in

Several people let Neville loose. He was panting and glared at Van Lin.

"I have to stop you, Neville..." Van Lin said out of breath, picking up his schoolbag. "Clara and Goyle will tear you in half, and you will hit them in this way. There is no good consequence..."

But Neville didn't seem to think so. This was the first time that Neville lost his temper with van Lin, and Neville said nothing; he just grabbed his schoolbag and walked into the pharmacy classroom.

"In the name of Merlin," said Ron slowly, following Neville, "why is that?"

No one answered. Both Fanlin and Harry know why Neville is distressed by the topic of magical damage to the brains of people in Stonewall high school, but he has vowed to Dumbledore that Harry will not tell anyone about Neville's secret. Even Neville does not know that Harry and van Lin know about it.

Harry and Ron sat at the back of the class as before, and Hermione and van Lin were in front of them. They took out parchment, quills and a thousand magical herbs and mushrooms. The whole class was whispering about what I had just done, but when Professor Snape slammed the door shut, everything fell into silence.

"You should notice," snape said contemptuously in his low voice, "we have a guest today."

Snape motioned to the dark corner of the dungeon. Harry saw Professor Umbridge sitting there with a noteboard on her lap.

He glanced at Ron and Hermione and raised his eyebrows. Snape and Umbridge were his two most hated teachers. It is difficult for him to know who he would prefer to win.

"We will continue to study the configuration of elixir today. You'll see that the medicine you made is the same as it was last week; if it's right, they should be brewed after the weekend Explain... " He waved his wand again On the blackboard Now, continue... "

With Professor Snape's order, everyone began to be busy, and van Lin temporarily forgot Neville's displeasure and Umbridge's arrival.

In a word, the elixir is a powerful antidote, which can be applied to many magic spells and even black magic. The effect is similar to the purification potion. However, the antidote is more targeted and does not need powerful magic antidote.

And Professor Umbridge in the corner said "yes." Said Harry. But it's cool to see Snape eat flat, but the price is

Snape has given them homework, and in addition to that, he will be training for Quidditch this evening. It means he has to spend many sleepless nights.

Now I think it's incredible how happy he got up in the morning. Now, in the bottom of his heart, he hopes that the day will be over soon.

"Maybe I'll miss my divination class." His face was gloomy. After lunch, they stood in the yard, the wind whipping their robes and hats. "I want to pretend to be ill so that I can finish the article assigned by Professor Snape in class time. Then I don't have to stay up late

"You can't skip class." Hermione had a solemn look.

"Listen, you and vaseline have dropped out of divination class. You hate trayne"

"I don't hate her," Hermione said haughtily. "I just think she's a totally appalling teacher and a total old liar. But you've missed the history of magic, so I don't think he should miss any more classes today

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