Chapter 925

The next day, van Lin's question was answered.

When Hermione opened the prophet's daily, she had just looked at the front page for a moment, then she screamed so that all the people next to her turned to look at her.

"What's the matter?" Asked Fanling and Harry in unison.

In response, Hermione unfolded the newspaper on the table in front of her and pointed to the front page full of ten black-and-white photos, nine of which were witches and the tenth was a witch.

Some mocked in silence, others tapped on the edge of the picture, looking very arrogant. Each photograph is marked with the name and the crime the person committed before he was sent to Azkaban.

"Antonin Dolohov," said Harry, with a long, pale, twisted face, looking at them all in derision. "Brutally killed Gideon and Fabian privet."

"Algernon Lockwood," a pockmarked, greasy haired man leaning lazily against the edge of the photograph, "revealed the secrets of the Ministry of magic to the mysterious man."

But Harry's eyes turned to the witch. When he saw the page, her face jumped out.

The picture shows her with long black hair and looks messy, not as thick and shiny as he used to see. She gazed at them behind her eyelids, and her thin mouth was tinged with an arrogant and contemptuous smile. Like Sirius, her face had traces of her good old face, but something - perhaps Azkaban - took away most of her beauty.

"Bellatrix Restron, who tortured and led to the insanity of frank and Alice Longbottom." Hermione nudged Vaseline with her elbow and pointed to the headline at the top of the photo. Several people just looked at Bellatrix and ignored it.

"Azkaban's massive prison break"

"the Ministry of magic is worried that Blake is summoning the old Death Eaters"

"black?" Harry said out loud, "no -"

"Shhh -" Hermione tried to stop him, "don't be so loud, just watch it!"

"Late last night, the Ministry of magic announced that there had been a massive prison break in Azkaban. The Minister of magic, Cornell fudge, told reporters that ten highly guarded prisoners had fled earlier last night and had informed the Muggle prime minister that they were extremely dangerous. "Unfortunately, we found ourselves in the same situation as Sirius Black escaped two and a half years ago." Fudge said last night, "we think there's a connection between the two escapes. Such a large-scale escape means that someone is waiting outside, and we must remember that Sirius Black, the first JailBreaker of all time, will reasonably help those people follow his example. We think these people, including Blake's cousin, Bellatrix. Strong, probably, has gathered around black, the leader. But we will do our best to round up these criminals and hope that the magicians will remain vigilant. Don't go near any criminal. "

"You see, Harry," said Ron fearfully, "so he was so happy last night."

"I can't believe it," Harry said angrily, "that fudge accused Sirius of leading the escape?"

"What else can he have?" Vanillin said angrily, "he can't say, 'I'm sorry, everybody, Dumbledore warned me that this might happen. Azkaban's guards have turned to Voldemort? It's impossible. It's impossible for fudge to admit it. "

"And now Voldemort's worst followers have escaped." I mean, he didn't spend six months telling everyone that we've been lying? " Hermione added that she opened the newspaper to read it, while Harry began to look around.

He didn't understand why his classmates were not afraid, or at least discussed the terrible news on the front page, but only a few people read newspapers every day like Hermione. They were all talking about homework and Quidditch, and all sorts of other things, and just outside the wall, ten death eaters were ordained by Voldemort.

He glanced at the teacher's desk. It's totally different there: Dumbledore is talking to Professor McGonagall deeply, and he looks dignified. Professor sprout leaned the newspaper against a bottle of ketchup so attentively that he didn't notice the yolk dripping from the still spoon on his leg.

Meanwhile, at the end of the table, Professor Umbridge was eating a bowl of porridge. For a moment, her drooping toad eyes did not scan the hall for misbehaving students. She swallowed with a straight face, and from time to time she looked maliciously at Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, who were engaged in conversation across the table.

"Oh, my -" said Hermione strangely, still looking at the newspaper.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked quickly. He felt nervous.

"It's terrible," said Hermione, looking trembling. She folded the reverse pages of the ten death eaters and put them on the table.

"Tragic death of ministry staff last night, Broderick bird, a staff member of the Ministry of magic, was found dead in his hospital bed last night, strangled by a potted plant. The hospital has promised a full investigation. At that time, the medical staff had arrived at the scene, but could not save bird. The victim was admitted to the hospital a few weeks ago due to work-related injuries. Medical man Miriam. Straw, the head of the bird ward ward, was suspended yesterday with pay and declined to comment. But a hospital spokesman said in a statement: "St. Mungo's Hospital deeply regrets Byrd's death, and his health has been steadily restored before this tragic incident. We had strict rules on the decorations in the ward, but Strout, the healer, was busy with Christmas and ignored the danger of the plant by Byrd's bed. As Byrd's speech and behavior abilities were recovering, Strout encouraged him to take care of the plant himself. He did not realize that it was not an innocent flying flower, but a section cut from the devil's trap. When bird, who was gradually recovering, touched it, he was mercilessly strangled to death. " St. Mungo's hospital still can't explain why the plant appeared in the ward, and is now asking all the witches who know it to provide clues. ""Bird," said Ron, "bird, I think I heard that."

"We've met him," Hermione whispered. "In San Mongo, remember? He was just opposite Alice, lying there staring at the ceiling. We saw the devil's trap when it came, and she - the healer - said it was a Christmas present

Harry went back to the report. A feeling of fear surged up the throat like bile.

"Why don't we recognize the devil's trap? We've seen it. We could have prevented it. "

"Who would have thought that the devil's trap would appear in the ward as a potted plant?" Ron said sharply, "it's not our fault. It's the person who sent it! They are all idiots. Why don't they check when they buy things? "

"It's not a matter of inspection. It's premeditated. Byrd must have seen something, but it wasn't cleared at that time. In gaining more followers, Voldemort had more hands to wipe out the hidden dangers that might provide information."

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