"It must have been Malfoy who kidnapped Hermione, it's not the first time he's done this kind of hostage-taking!"

"That's a conspiracy by a mysterious man, he's going to blackmail us with Hermione!"

Ron angrily slashed at the weeds around the field with his scythe, venting his anger.

Professor McGonagall barely had a moment to wake up, and when she heard the news, she fainted again. Harry said angrily, slashing at the shaking weeds with the same scythe as Ron did.

Harry and Ron had also seen Hagrid by now, and Hagrid had planted a lot of strange-looking plants around his house, sharp jagged and would cut his hands if he wasn't careful, and in addition to that, it was obvious that it grew quickly.

They're now weeding Hagrid, and these weird grasses have some very strange qualities, crooked, writhing like seaweed, and if dealt with with magic, they can grow wildly.

"I feel sick when I think about eating this stuff every day now"

"Worse than what I was treated at my uncle's house. Harry barely made a joke and chuckled stiffly.

"Alright, almost, Harry, Ron. Hagrid, with a barrel on his broad shoulders and a bow and arrows on his back, walked from behind them.

The barrel was almost empty, but it still smelled fishy, it was Hagrid's special fodder, and he had gone to feed his group of cuties.

As Voldemort's sphere of influence expanded, it became increasingly difficult for Hogwarts to function.

Even the food has to start to take care of itself.

There are no ready-made ingredients such as beef, chicken, flour, etc., and you have to raise them yourself.

Of course, if the feeding cycle were the same as that of Muggles, it was possible that Voldemort would be able to see the corpses of a group of starving wizards.

Hagrid teamed up with Professor Sprout of the Herbology class to find a solution to the current food problem and find some satisfying alternatives.

"Come in and sit, it's cold right now. Hagrid beckoned to the two of them, and said loudly as he walked up the steps and pushed open the wooden door of his room.

The cold wind poured in at once.

Harry and Ron shivered, shivering, crossed the threshold, carried the stool, and sat down next to the coal-fire, not realizing it as they exercised, and stopped, feeling much colder.

"Hurry up and close the door. Hagrid waved his hand.

"Here, make a fire. ”

"Don't worry, Hermione will be fine. Hagrid sat down on his bed, put his hand in front of the coals, and comforted him.

Gather around the fire, remembering the moment they found out that Hermione was missing.

At first, the students who stayed in the classroom just guessed that the teacher was late, and it was only later that they realized that something was wrong, and as time went on.

One lesson, half a day, one day, one week......

News of the two men's disappearance spread quickly

The answer is becoming more and more obvious, like the tip of the iceberg gradually falling to the surface.

Someone became a traitor again and held Hermione hostage.

It could be that Hermione happened to break his actions, or maybe he was going to complete some of Voldemort's plots, and they even had the worst guesses.

Compared to this speculation, the hijacking is a very good result, and they don't want to think about it

The atmosphere at Hogwarts is getting dreary.

During these days, even Luna's "heartless" appearance in the past has been somewhat restrained.

Of course, she is still the most relaxed, after all, she knows that Dumbledore is still alive now, and that is the greatest confidence.

It's just that concern for Hermione can't help but get the upper hand.

But the feeling told her that she should have done a good thing.

Luna's feelings never went wrong.

The girl was so confident that it was much more accurate than Trelawney's prediction.

The impact on other students is even more intuitive.

That is, the food in the auditorium is getting worse and worse.

No matter how good the house-elves are, they can't change the poor meat and Hagrid's cold weeds that are born under these breeding conditions.

It's another ordinary morning, just as the students are forcing themselves to stuff these unpalatable dishes into their stomachs.

Suddenly a lot of owls flew into the auditorium, with black feathers and strong wings, flapping their wings. The students looked at the situation in amazement.

Hogwarts did not receive letters for many days because it was blocked.

The owls loosened their claws, and hundreds of letters were scattered in the air.

"Don't touch it!" Ron stood up, along with a few prefects.

He saw that some of the junior students were still trying to touch it with their hands, and he hurriedly stopped them, and the envelopes exploded, and dark green smoke rose and twisted to gather in the center of the auditorium.

"Your only choice is loyal surrender or an ugly death. ”

―Lord Voldemort. ”

The smoke converged into a commanding command.

"Now cover your mouths!" said an old and majestic voice that suddenly came from the rostrum.

"Professor McGonagall?" the student's gaze froze.

The old lady was dressed in a black robe and a dark green high hat on her head, and her expression was solemn.

"Whirlwind sweep!" she raised her wand and cast a cold spell.

With a shout, the smoke was swept through the main door and outside the auditorium

Professor McGonagall walked to the guest of honor and looked at the students present, her expression still cold, but her eyes were full of love, she cleared her throat and placed her wand on the wooden table in front of her.

"The Dark Lord has officially declared war on us. Professor McGonagall's voice was so serious, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened.

"I know you're going to be nervous, you're going to be scared, and so am I. ”

"There's nothing to be ashamed of here. ”

"But what I know more is that you can overcome it, that you are Hogwarts students, and you will not disgrace the school, but be proud of it. ”

"Also......" Professor McGonagall said.

"In a way, we have to thank him for skipping the final exams, didn't you?"

"This semester, you got perfect marks in all your subjects. Professor McGonagall began to applaud, followed by applause from the students.

She smiled slightly, humorously alleviating the slightly frightened atmosphere

But as she slowly stepped down from the guest of honour and turned to walk into the side of the cabin, Professor McGonagall's eyes were a little moist in front of the pitch-black stone wall, and she wiped the corners of her eyes with her shriveled and wrinkled right hand.

She didn't know how many people would die in the future, but just now she was holding on to everyone, looking very energetic and boosting morale.

Otherwise, falling asleep again will be a great blow to morale.