65, reconstruction

Daily Prophet

Shocking news, on January 28, a super explosion occurred at Hogwarts in northern Scotland, causing an eight-magnitude earthquake and destroying half of the schools. The exact cause is unknown. The entire Department of Disaster Prevention of the Ministry of Magic was dispatched to investigate the incident.

Daily Prophet

On 29 January, Minister of Magic, Leonard Spencer Muen, postponed the implementation of Education Act 14 and announced that a maximum hearing would be held on 7 February. Retrial of the case of Amanddo Duppert's human trials.

Daily Prophet

On February 3, the Hogwarts evacuation plan was launched again, and 70% of the students refused to evacuate the plan, while the number of evacuated students from the Department of Disaster Prevention of the Ministry of Magic was 213, and the remaining 900 students still chose to stay at the school.

Daily Prophet

On 7 February, Albus Dumbledore appeared at the Wizengamot to present evidence that the Centaur King was not the former Headmaster of Hogwarts, Armando Dippert. However, the true identity of the Half-King has not been revealed by Hogwarts School, and more information is still under further investigation.

Daily Prophet

On 15 February, Osiva Romanov, head of the Soviet Defense Against the Dark Arts and teacher of Transfiguration at Hogwarts, testified before Headmaster Duppert that the Centaur King was someone else. The true identity of the half-human king was not explained by the authorities of the Soviet Ministry of Magic.

Daily Prophet

On February 27, after a twenty-day trial, the Wizengamot and the jury of twenty-eight pure-blood families voted. In the end, Armando Duppet received a 15-13 vote and was acquitted. However, it canceled its seat as Wizengamot Judge and Royal Honorary Magician.

Armando Duppet will return to Hogwarts at the end of March. The Ministry of Magic has reinstated the Half-Human King's perma-death arrest, while the true identity of the Half-Human King is still under investigation.

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The soft sound of reading the newspaper sounded in Hoffa's ears, and at this moment, it was March, and the bright spring light shone down the top of the dilapidated auditorium into the hallway. The sky was blue, and outside the corridors, there were students coming and going, carrying ladders and walking everywhere.

In the hallway, a gray-haired boy with a crutch walked slowly like a disabled person. His pale golden eyes, wearing a blue-and-white striped hospital gown, and the nails of his ten fingers were as thin as cicada's wings, so transparent that he could see the bright red tender flesh underneath.

Hoffa is on a physical recovery mission set for 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, who was holding a pestle and a cane in one hand, and a newspaper in the other, and read it to him one by one.

Hoffa listened quietly as he walked. Occasionally, someone next to him would come by to greet him, and he would smile back.

But in order to talk less, he still tried to take a position with fewer people, because there were too many people to greet him.

He can't say much just yet.

At this moment, more than a month has passed since the thrilling life-and-death battle between himself and Sylbie. Hoffa's face was still pale, but it was much better than before.

God knows how painful he has been this month, when he just woke up from a coma in the first few days, the bones all over his body were like chalk, they shattered when touched, he couldn't move at all, his muscles were strained when he moved, and even talking could shatter his jaw and fracture it, this was probably the closest he had ever come to the door of hell in his life.

As a result of that extreme blood-colored bloom, his previously ear-length black hair turned into short gray hair.

At first, Hoffa thought that the old man's hair would be fine when he was gone. Unexpectedly, the new growth is still gray.

It was a little unaccustomed to him, as the gray hair always reminded him of Sylbie. But after watching it for a few days, he also had to accept this reality.

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

In the second half of the semester, all classes at the school were suspended, but most of the students still chose to stay in the school, and as for the reason, Hoffa felt that perhaps most ordinary people were like him, and did not want to watch the school be destroyed.

As he passed a collapsed tower, Hoffa saw a group of students running over a row of stones with a levitation charm.

At the bottom of the collapsed tower, some of the older students waved their wands, while others simply carried the wood on their shoulders. There is also a lot of scaffolding erected on the tower.

There were also some teachers downstairs holding drawings, pointing to the gaps in the building, drawing by Bibi, and there were many scaffolds erected at the top of the tower.

People come and go, and almost everyone is very busy.

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

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

Standing at a distance, he swept away a piece of gravel at his feet with his stick, saw several bottles containing specimens, and carefully identified them. Only to discover that this was the tower where Slytherin stored potions.

"Poor Slytherin, the damage is the worst. ”

Miranda whispered beside Hoffa.

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

"Not for a few years. Miranda took Hoffa's arm and said lightly, "But the school hasn't been closed, which is a blessing." ”

The two walked through the collapsed building and past the gates of Hogwarts Castle, the first line of defense in the event of an explosion, the doors of Hogwarts were the most damaged.

It was crowded with people, many people shouting loudly, waving their wands, and nearly fifty fifty using levitation charms, slowly pulled up a new brown wooden door and placed it in the place of the original iron gate.

"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 gates of the school were blown up. However, the cost of iron doors is a bit high, especially at this time, so the school can only change the oak door. ”

Miranda shrugged: "But if you want me to say, it's not bad." At least the school is still there, and the students are still there. ”

"If only I had found out sooner......" Hoffa muttered.

"The spirit of Hogwarts isn't just a few rubble buildings. Miranda took Hoffa's arm and said lightly.

"Keep walking, you've only walked less than 300 meters today. ”

"Hmm. ”

Hoffa moved forward slowly, and after taking a few steps, he couldn't help but look back.

Watching the oak door slowly being lifted up the castle gate, Hoffa remembered something, this ...... If you don't remember badly, the gate in the original book is an oak door, and you think you're changing history, but if you think about it, you don't seem to have changed anything.

As the two walked to the Black Lake, Hoffa gasped for breath, so Miranda let him rest on a fragment of a statue by the lake.

After a short rest, Hoffa found that even the entire plot of land had been turned over, and he even saw an office on the basement level.

He seemed to have been to that office before, and when he thought about it, it turned out to be Osivia's office.

The once gloomy office is now exposed to the sun, unrenovated, and in shambles.

Osylvia hadn't seen Hoffa for a while, as she had gone to the Ministry of Magic and had been campaigning around for the Armando Duppet case, working with the other deans to get the school back up and running.

Standing on a high place and looking at it for a while, Hoffa turned his head to Miranda and said, "Let's go down and see if there is anything that is not damaged." ”

"How could it be, this is the first place to be hit by the explosion. ”

Miranda said.

"Go check it out, if there's any. ”

Hoffa handed her arm to Miranda, who helped him slowly down the slope.

Upon entering the abandoned office, Hoffa found that it was still completely rotten, with all the porcelain decorative vessels shattered, and only a few tattered clothes remained.

Indeed, as Miranda said, nothing remains.

However, as he walked deeper into the office, Hoffa's crutch poked at a few pages, and he barely bent down to pick them up.

It turned out to be an old newspaper, and he shook the gravel and dust off the newspaper.

There were several black-and-white photographs in the newspaper of a corpse taped to the ice. The newspaper records the murder of the Minister of Magic of the Soviet Union last year.

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

It wasn't destroyed.

Hoffa thought about it, but kept the old newspaper by his side.

"What's that?" asked Miranda casually.

"Nothing, a memento. Help me up. ”

Miranda walked up to the ground with Hoffa's arm, and at this time, he saw a boy sitting in a wheelchair on the opposite side, being pushed by several green-robed Slytherins to the Black Lake to watch the scenery.

Seeing the wheelchair, Hoffa was instinctively startled.

Then he came to his senses, and it wasn't Sylbie, it was Tom Riddle.

He wore a blue-and-white striped hospital gown similar to his own, and was pushed in a wheelchair by several green-robed Slytherins.

The old enemy's final fate this year was similar to his, with Hoffa's injuries mostly physical, while Riddle's injuries were mental.

The last curse spell was too much of a burden on him.

The school doctor's diagnosis of him was that he would probably not be able to walk normally for nearly a year, or even study normally.

Tom Riddle also saw Hoffa, but glanced at him indifferently and turned his head away.

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

Miranda asked in a low voice.

After looking at the wheelchair by the black lake with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes for a moment, Hofa still shook his head and said softly, "Next time." ”

For some reason, he didn't want to face Riddle, and presumably Riddle didn't want to see him either. The last time they cooperated was also helpless under the crisis, in the final analysis, the difference in their personalities is too great.

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The goal of the three-kilometer road was completed slowly, and it was not until dusk that he completed the task set by the school doctor.

After returning to school, Hoffa returned to his hospital room with Miranda's support.

The room was spacious, with a pile of gifts as tall as a man on the left and a row of snacks and letters full of sheets on the right. Those were given to him by the students of Hogwarts, and compared to last year's embarrassment of being injured and no one cared about, this year's Hoffa has become a celebrity in the school.

This made him very uncomfortable, and if he could, he still felt comfortable when no one was paying attention.

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

Miranda, nestled in a chair, reads the newspaper and hands him a glass of water.

(In the newspapers, a dejected President Armando Duppet said under the flashlights of a row of reporters: "Health is my appeal, are these measures correct, no?") But my starting point is to protect the school, and I use all the enemy soldiers who died in battle, and I have a clear conscience. I just hope that in the last days of my life, I can protect this ...... ）

"Thank you. Hoffa took the glass.

"Hmm. Miranda flipped through a page of the newspaper.

"Is it in the newspaper when Ossivia will return?" said Hoffa, who had moved his still somewhat inflexible legs to bed.

"Nope"

Miranda calmly flipped through the pages of the newspaper again, not as if she didn't really want to pay attention to him.

Hoffa tore open a piece of chocolate frog, stuffed it into his mouth, bit off half of the frog, and asked, "She's not going to come back, is she?"

"I don't know, why are you in such a hurry to see her?"

"I'm just asking. ”

"Huh. ”

Miranda smiled, seemingly noncommittal.

At this moment, there was a clanging sound outside the door. There was also the sound of laughter and chatter like silver bells, and Hofadten felt bad, and he immediately moved his legs into the quilt, put the quilt over his body, looked at Miranda and whispered, "I'm asleep, you know?"

"Uh-huh. ”

Miranda snorted absentmindedly.

After talking and laughing with a few nurses in a false way.

Aglaia pushed the door open, pouting disdainfully and whispering, "Not even living bones, Hogwarts is a garbage school." ”

Then the little girl swayed in with a long jar of medicine. Her silver hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head, and she wore a white suit typical of potions.

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

Because he is not very able to exercise vigorously, the school doctor, Reiner, said that he has some osteoporosis and will need about a month of conditioning to return to normal.

But some of the anxious Aglaia had to concoct a bone spirit for him, yes, the same thing that Harry drank after the bones in his arm were smoked by Lockhart.

Hoffa swore that it was the most horrible thing he had ever drunk in his life, and that although the color was clear and water-like, it tasted like horse urine mixed with nitroglycerin and ether, and he would never want to drink it a second time.

Aglaia ran to Hoffa's bedside with the potion and looked around.

"Ah, I'm asleep again. ”

Miranda flipped through a page of the newspaper and said weakly: "No, not today, not before, he has taken out the trash can for the bones you prepare every day." ”

Hofa in the bed almost didn't spit out a mouthful of blood, what happened to Miranda today, she sold him in the blink of an eye. also shook out the fact that he had lost the medicine before.

Sure enough, in the next second, the light in front of him was shining, and Aglaia suddenly lifted the quilt and stood in front of him gloomily and sneered: "Okay, you Holva!

Hofaser curled up on the bed, covered his face and said angrily: "Please don't let me drink that thing, I want to die if I drink it once." ”

"No!

Without saying a word, she put her hand under Hoffa's ribs and set him up. Hoffa's body was weak, he couldn't resist Aglaia, and he was afraid that his bones would break, so he could only sit up sadly.

"Miranda, you bastard!"

"Hmm. ”

Miranda flipped through a page of the newspaper and snuggled up in her chair without looking up.

"You two-faced, traitor. Hoffa said with a little grief.

"Oh. ”

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

"Twenty-five boys, white-eyed wolves. ”

"Huh. ”

A mysterious smile appeared at the corner of Miranda's mouth as she continued to read the newspaper.

"You ......," he scolded anymore.

Aglaia was trying to spoon Hoffa's mouth open, trying to force the bones down.

Unable to exercise vigorously, Hoffa had to grit his teeth and shake his head into a rattle, looking like a delicate girl who was forcibly kissed by an obscene uncle.

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

After prying for a long time, Aglaia pinched for a long time, and found that this man's will not to take medicine was very firm, so she turned her head to look at Miranda, who was reading the newspaper on the side.

"Are you here to help?"

"Nope. ”

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

"Hey......!"

"If he doesn't want to drink it, don't stuff it, because the bones grow on him anyway. ”

Miranda looks like a husband who comes home from a busy day at work, and doesn't want to answer any questions from his wife, just wants to read the newspaper.

"You ......"

Aglaia pressed her fingers hard, clicking, and as a result, Hoffa lost one of his front teeth.

Huo Fa, who was open-mouthed, was anxious: "What are you doing, I finally got my teeth!!"

Aglaia's fingers trembled, and she quickly took back the spoon, and said stiffly: "It's up to you to cooperate earlier?" ”

"Can you try that thing?"

"Okay, okay, it's like glass, if you don't drink it, you won't drink it, look at your teeth, it's ugly enough. ”

Aglaia crossed her arms and muttered.

After a while, she stuffed the Sehofa quilt again and whispered: "If you can't do it, you have to succeed." ”

Miranda pushed her glasses, snuggled up in her chair and flipped through a page of newspaper, and said disdainfully, "Born to work hard." ”

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

It's the bell for a shift change.

Aglaia and Miranda can only accompany him during the day. At night, he was guarded by the school doctor and Potions teacher Horace Slughorn.

They were in charge of medicating Hoffa and giving him some restorative surgeries.

Aglaia looked outside and said to Miranda, "Let's go." ”

Well. ”

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

They are also busy and involved in the reconstruction of the school.

"I want to go too. ”

"I'm rotting in bed. ”

"Lie down, you want to run around without medicine. ”

Aglaia glared at him.

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

Then, with lightning speed, she suddenly grabbed Hoffa's jaw and pinched Hoffa's mouth, causing her mouth to open an O-shape.

"Quick!"

Aglaia understood, and she quickly grabbed the bottle of nitroglycerin ether horse urine on the bedside table, and shoved it into Hoffa's mouth.

Grunted and poured him a big mouthful.

Rao is a battle-hardened man like Hoffa, and his eyes couldn't help but widen in horror under this sudden attack.

After forcibly filling it, the glass jar was pulled out, pulling out a trace of crystal slime. Liquid runs down the corner of Hoffa's mouth.

"Vomit...... Ahem...... ...... vomit"

Hoffa coughed violently, tears came out of his eyes, and he trembled and humiliated, "Bastard...... Bastard! you...... You two, give me ...... Wait for me......"

"Hahaha~" Aglaia smirked.

Miranda teased, "Wait until you're twenty?"

With that, the two girls grimaced at him and ran out hand in hand and grinning.

"Damn, damn ......."

He clutched his throat and coughed panting, the horrible smell that made him want to cry.

But coughing and coughing, Hofa's eyes turned to the door, and he gradually retracted his cough, looked solemn, and slowly sat up.

Standing in the doorway was not Reiner, the school doctor, or Professor Slughorn, but a bald man in a black robe with a red scarf, and a tall man with a russet beard.

It was Dumbledore and Minister for Magic Leonard Spencer Munn.