As for "Albus Dumbledore", who was in the Headmaster's office, he was unaware of the two "accidents" that had taken place in the Gryffindor Tower, not far away, and in Scandinavia, far away.

In fact, he's busy with one thing right now—

I saw a piece of parchment in front of him, and at the same time he held a quill pen and wrote neatly on it.

"Fawkes, come here!" Putting down the quill in his hand, Dumbledore beckoned to the phoenix, who was resting with his hair buried in his feathers.

The big bright red bird flew over a little lazily, and then imprinted one of her paws on the parchment...... Then, with a yawn, she flew back to rest.

"It's done!" Albus Dumbledore looked at the parchment in his hand with some satisfaction.

Whispered through the contents of the parchment—

"Whereas, Jon Eric Hart, a fifth-year student at Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts, dropped out of school for up to one year and four months without giving any reason. This is a serious violation of Articles 44 and 81 of the Hogwarts School Rules, and is serious in nature and has a bad impact.

The result of his disposition is as follows: he is dismissed.

It is hereby declared!

Headmaster of Hogwarts: Albus Percival Dumbledore!"

Picking up the parchment, Dumbledore stood up and tapped lightly on the top of the portrait wall.

"Oliver...... Oliver ......" he called softly, "There's a new headmaster's order!"

"Just give it to me. On the portrait, the middle-aged wizard in military uniform with an extremely serious expression nodded.

Dumbledore handed the parchment over, and the moment it touched the portrait of Headmaster Oliver Cromwell, it suddenly vanished into thin air.

In the portrait, Oliver is holding the parchment...... He looked down at the contents of the parchment, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Do you want to make it public, a...... Jon?" But the expression on Oliver Cromwell's face quickly turned serious, and he asked.

"No need, let's just keep a low profile with this kind of trivial matter!" I saw the current headmaster of Hogwarts say with a righteous face.

......

Early the next morning, a strong wind blew outside the Gryffindor Tower.

Even though it was Saturday, Harry Potter woke up early, and in bed, he was looking through a textbook on Advanced Potions Making to kill time.

The book belonged to a strange man named the Half-Blood Prince, who recorded a number of potions tips, which earned Harry praise from Professor Horace-Slughorn in Potions class. In addition to this, there are many interesting little curses recorded in this book.

The wind sleet slammed mercilessly against the window, and Harry closed his textbook and climbed out of bed. Neville Longbottom was still snoring loudly, and Dean Thomas and Seamus Finigan were washing and dressing, but there was no trace of Ron Weasley.

Harry met Hermione, who was tightly wrapped in the common room, and after breakfast together, the two began their journey to Hogsmeade.

Filch stood at the oak gate, as usual, checking the names of the students who had been allowed to go to Hogsmeade Village one by one, while poking at each student with a slender black magic detector.

Harry was tempted to ask him if he had done anything to his invisibility cloak, but considering that the other party had a squib that he should not be capable of, Harry thought about it and finally had to give up.

Hermione Granger, like yesterday, was a little absent-minded the whole time, and spoke very perfunctory to Harry.

Coupled with the fact that Ron was with Lavender Brown and not here, it made Harry feel a little lonely.

However, at Three Broomsticks, they meet two members of the Order of the Phoenix, Mundungus Fletch and Nymphadora Tonks, with whom Harry has always gotten along well despite hating Mondugues.

Each of the four ordered a glass of butterbeer and began to talk happily.

"Tonks, what have you been up to lately?" Hermione asked, a little curious, as she sipped her butterbeer.

"I'm mainly responsible for Hogsmeade's security, but if there are special circumstances, we have to go to other places to carry out missions!" Tonks said with a smile, "For example, the other day, Kingsley and I went to the Isle of Man ......"

"The Giant Hunt on the Isle of Man!" Harry said with some excitement, "I saw it in the Daily Prophet...... You Aurors are not too good at what you have done, and you will catch the giants while they are asleep......"

"Honestly, it's not just our Aurors, if it weren't for someone helping out......," Tonks replied, shaking his head.

"Oh, who?" asked Harry, with interest.

"Of course it'......"

"Nefa!" Mundungus-Fletch on the side said with a serious face, "Didn't Dumbledore tell us, don't hype up his identity for the time being!"

"Oh...... Okay......" Tonks stuck out his tongue and said apologetically to Harry, "I'm sorry, Harry, but some secrets can't be made public just yet......"

"It's fine. Harry nodded, he was used to the Order of the Phoenix.

Although Hermione on the side had not spoken, she couldn't help frowning at this time.

......

The wind and snow outside the window are getting heavier and the weather is getting worse.

Just as Harry went to the counter of the three broomsticks and asked Mrs. Rosmerta to add butterbeer-

Hermione leaned into Tonks' ear and whispered, "Is it Jon Hart...... He helped you?"

Tonks was stunned for a moment, the look of surprise on her face quickly betraying what he knew.

"Sure enough......" Hermione took a deep breath.

"Hermione, don't spread this out!" Tonks pleaded softly to remedy it.

"Of course, I know ......"

At this point, Harry returned with a butterbeer, and the two had to stop discussing the subject.

"Mrs. Rosmerta looks weird, she almost added mead to my glass as a butterbeer!" Harry said casually.

As soon as Harry finished his beer, Hermione said, "Why don't we stop here today and go back to school?"

The other party agreed, and the other two nodded.

There's no fun on this trip, and the weather will only get worse if you stay any longer. So, once again, they wrapped their cloaks tightly, covered their faces with scarves, put on gloves, and followed Katie Bell and one of her friends out of the bar and down the road.

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