As most feared, the situation in the British wizarding world did not improve, but began to develop in a turbulent direction.

At this time, on the wizarding TV in the Gryffindor common room, the solemn voice of the host Fleur Delacour rang out: "Today, three more Muggle villages in northern Scotland have been attacked by Death Eaters...... The Ministry of Magic succeeded in extinguishing the fire and helping the Muggles recover...... Mr. Georgie Monte, a member of the International Confederation of Wizards, has once again issued a warning that the British Ministry of Magic must take effective measures to protect the lives and property of Muggles in its jurisdiction, otherwise it will propose that the President of the International Confederation of Wizards and Wizards use Section 73 of the Wizarding Secrets Act for disciplinary punishment. ”

The Death Eaters intensified, and Harry's gaze turned to Hermione, who was hunching in the corner of the common room, and he walked over.

On Hermione's desk, there was a heavy pile of magical books, and Hermione looked up at Harry from the stack of books that were stacked high, and moved a large pile of parchment on a chair to make room for him.

"Hermione, what the hell is Alan's plan?" Harry had just sat down, and he couldn't hide it.

"Don't worry Harry, trust Alan, he can handle this. Hermione said nonchalantly, and continued to write and draw in the book.

Harry leaned over and glanced at it, and the page he turned read: In 1750, Section 73 was added to the Laws of Secrecy, stating that each wizarding authority would be responsible for hiding, caring for, and controlling all magical creatures, people, and ghosts that inhabited their jurisdiction. If such food causes harm to Muggle society, or catches their attention, then the governing body of magic in that country will be disciplined by the International Federation of Wizards.

Noticing Harry's expression, Hermione explained, "I'm writing a review and I'm going to post it to the Daily Prophet and the Contrarian. ”

"Do you know when Eren has time lately?" Hermione, who had been scrolling through the books with her head down, looked up, and Harry scratched the back of her head and explained, "On the day of the argument between Alan and Dumbledore, after taking an ancient magic class, I had some information and speculation that I wanted to tell him, but Eren seemed to have other things to do at the time, and he told me that he knew the general situation to reassure me, and he would find time to talk to me in detail later... But it's been a few days..."

"If it's not some little wizard secret, Harry, you can tell me first. Hermione sat up straight, drew her wand, and cast an earplug-close listening spell around her and Harry.

Harry didn't hesitate, he told Hermione about his suspicions about Pansy and Snape's whistleblowing, but he avoided the cave and vaguely stated that he and Dumbledore had fallen into a trap when they went to find the mysterious Horcrux.

And Hermione, who didn't take the cave and Harry's adventure, focused on the prophecy, and she was very indignant: "Professor Snape told the mystery man about your parents? I thought he... Alright, Harry, I'll give you a push tonight when I see Alan after curfew. ”

"Alright Hermione, I'll look for Ginny first, I guess we'll have to borrow a thunderbird from you soon, and she seems to be able to feel a second heart a little. Harry looked at Hermione's messy table and got up to leave, taking a few steps before wondering why Hermione was looking for Alan after curfew.

Although Hermione wrote very sharp articles and published them in the Daily Prophet and the Contrarian newspaper, the Harris family's situation was not alleviated, and their situation was pushed worse by a Hogwarts incident.

After that, in the ancient magic practice class venue, many young wizards who had developed a habit changed their equipment and spontaneously came here to practice various spells.

Under a bush in the forbidden collar on the edge of the field, dirt splattered and formed a small pile beside it. Harry pointed his wand at the dirt on the ground, as if two invisible hands were digging through it.

"Harry, slow down, slow down...... Stop...... I should be digging it up. Ginny hurriedly stopped her boyfriend, squatted down herself, and slowly groped through the dirt with her hands, and pulled out a small wooden box from the pit.

"Ginny, what the hell is in there?" Harry, who was pushed aside by Ginny, watched strangely as his girlfriend took out the box and took out an empty clay pot from his fanny pack and put some dirt into it.

Ginny lowered her head, looked at the wooden box, and said sadly, "Arnold is inside." ”

Harry understood her intentions, then stroked Ginny's arm for comfort, and together they returned to the middle of the ancient magic practice room, Harry drew his wand and thoughtfully conjured a table the moment his girlfriend saw it.

Ginny put down the clay pot and opened the wooden box to allow the smell of decay to dissipate, and instead of using her hand, she drew her wand and let the corpse inside be cleaned up and turned into a small animal skeleton, and let it float on the table that had just been conjured.

Flegg on the side stopped the spell practice and walked over, he stared at the animal skeleton that was a little like a small mouse, and felt that the skeleton did not look similar to the mouse, it was almost a ball when it was alive: "What kind of animal skeleton is this?"

"Arnold is a fluffy fluff. Ginny's voice was a little sad, "But it's special, it's a purple pygmy cattail, which Fred and George bred, and I've been taking care of since they gave it to me, but when it died before Christmas, I buried it under the bushes at the edge of the practice room." ”

"Why didn't I think of it?!Resurrect my beloved pet... I knew that my sister would have scattered it into the sea..."Flegg was very envious, he had a pet dog at home that was particularly fond of swimming when he was in the lower grades, and he was very popular with the family, and when he died, Flleg's sister, who was a lawyer, also burned it into ashes and sprinkled it in the sea.

Ginny pulled out a clay pot from her waistpack and filled it with saltwater.

Ginny carefully used her wand to control the contents of the two clay pots to mix in the air, and even if a trace of her red curls slipped down her cheeks, she didn't bother to brush it away, but bit her lower lip to let the mixed dirt evenly cover the fluffy skeleton in front of her.

Then she picked up the black onyx that Allen had issued, judged the size of the velvet bones, carefully made a small piece, and divided it into two pieces, covering the two eye sockets of the velvet velvet skull.

"Ginny, it turns out that you went to Hagrid so many times before just for it, don't be nervous, Hagrid has more roosters than he does, and you've been successful. Harry looked at his girlfriend's tense body and hurriedly comforted, "We should be worried that your mother will be angry compared to this, although she didn't let you quit Allen's class, but she also told you not to practice necromancy... For this reason, I have written to ask me to supervise you... As a result, we all practiced..."

"Your godfather Sirius is much more enlightened than my mother, but I can hide it in my pocket on vacation. Ginny replied, and then stopped speaking to calm herself down, and she prayed inwardly to Merlin and Ravenclaw for protection.

As Ginny began the ritual, a black mist from a mixture of earth and salt water rose, and the jewels on the velvet eyes turned into powder.

Velvet's skeleton suddenly stood up like this, it staggered on the table, two red lights shining in the shadows of its empty eye sockets, Ginny poked the skeleton's ribs again, Velvet staggered around the table, and after growing a long mouth, it seemed to want to scream, but in the end it could only make some crunching sounds caused by the collision of bones.

"Arnold is no longer Arnold. Ginny thought back to the purple fluffy little thing that would be coquettish and cute and held in the palm of her hand, and looked at the fluffy velvet skeleton in front of her, which had no fur and flesh at all, and sighed, "It's a pity that I didn't think about preserving its body before, otherwise I can resurrect it into a more advanced undead creature when my necromantic skills are more advanced... Harry, I don't hear Arnold singing on Boxing Day anymore. ”

"Maybe we can paint its bones purple, Dumbledore likes it too..."Harry remembered that he was still angry with him when he mentioned Dumbledore habitually in order to enlighten his girlfriend, so he quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Ginny, where did Arnold get his name? ”

"There was an issue of the Daily Prophet that misspelled Arthur's name Arnold when reporting on my father, who was still prohibiting the misuse of Muggle supplies, so I made a joke and named the fluffy one Arnold. Ginny touched the head of the skeleton with her fingers, the furry touch had been replaced by the hardness of the bone, but the skeleton reacted the same way it had been when it was touched, which made Ginny feel a little happier—although the low-level undead were not intelligent, it was only the result of Ginny's own orders.

The sound of a picture with the click of the shutter sounded, and Harry thought it was Colin Creevey, but when he looked up, he realized that it was Slytherin, and Theodore Knott seemed to be as interested as Colin, and was shooting around with a wizarding camera - Harry knew that most of the other party was going to scold him for something he wanted to do, but then they heard a female voice again.

"Ginny, you've made it?!" Hufflepuff's Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones came over enviously to watch, and like most little witches, they had always had a good relationship with Ginny.

Ginny was stunned when she saw Susan Bones and asked, "Susan, why did you come to train without wearing a protective robe?