The Hogwarts Library, who was forced to confront Hermione for the answer to the History of Magic exam just now, noticed the arrival of Lady Gray, the ghost of the Ravenclaw house, who nodded at Alan as he passed by their desk.

Alan also nodded slightly at the female ghost, "Thank you for your help, Lady Gray." ”

"I don't call that name. Helena Ravenclaw stopped moving and turned around.

Alan probed in an uncertain tone, "Uh...... I'm sorry, but I can call you Helena?" the female ghost nodded, and then floated to the wall and walked out.

With the book in front of him, Alan said to Hermione, who was still immersed in comparing the books on the history of magic: "Hermione, the sea ...... Miss Gray had just proved that the Mysterio Project Lucius had told us had actually happened, and Harry had just gone to McGonagall to tell him that he had dreamed. Leave the answer alone, you inform my father to start the set-up, and if you really have to attend in person, go back to the Ministry of Magic and join Penelope, and let the Umbrella Team follow you. Also, help me watch her after the battle starts, and don't let Penelope get close to me and Voldemort ahead of time. ”

In the Gryffindor common room, Harry told Ron about his dreams and his conversation with Professor McGonagall, and Ron opened his mouth wide and looked a little dazed, "Harry, are you sure?"

"What I saw with my own eyes is the same as the last time I saw your father attacked. Harry found his voice trembling, "The question is, how do we get there?"

There was a moment of silence, and then Ron said, "Go—where?"

"Go to the Ministry of Magic so you can save Sirius in time!" Harry exclaimed, "I can't sit idly by, you know, he's my only relative now." ”

"We had to use the fireplace network channel. Seeing that Harry's attitude was firm, Ron stopped persuading him and began to help find a way.

"All the fireplaces at Hogwarts are being watched by the Floo Network Authority, and it's the traitor Marietta's mother, Mrs. Axmore, who is in charge!" Harry was a little agitated.

"There's one that doesn't. Ron's finger tapped his lips, "The one in Principal Umbridge's office, she's always kept one for herself." ”

"Let's go together. Harry and Ron quickly turned their heads to find Ginny, Flleg, and Neville standing behind him at some point, and it was Ginny who spoke.

"No, it's too dangerous. Harry refused.

"We're brave Gryffindors, Harry, and we can help. Neville said, and Flegg nodded desperately beside him.

"You can't help. Harry retorted impatiently.

"You can't speak in that tone, Harry. Ginny said coldly.

"Wait," Ron said suddenly, "wait...... Harry, they can help. We need someone to stand guard for us, and we need to keep students out of her place when we break into her office, or there will be Slytherin students reporting to her. ”

"Neville and I can stand at opposite ends of the hallway," Ginny said without hesitation, "to warn people not to go any further, because there is a lot of poison gas in the throats. Ginny's lie came as soon as he opened his mouth, and Ron looked surprised. Ginny shrugged her shoulders and said, "Fred and George were going to do that. ”

"Well, that's it. Harry was impatient, but he admitted that their desire to accompany him in the face of danger was a sign of concern and loyalty.

Harry and the others soon arrived at the door of the headmaster's office, and in the face of the stone monster guarding the door, Harry tried the password "Zizi Honey Candy" that he knew Dumbledore had set at the beginning, and to his surprise, he actually passed it in one go. However, the bronze ring door above blocked their way - Umbridge apparently didn't really have the headmaster's permission to open the real defensive magic system of the headmaster's office, she just forced the door shut in her own way.

Ron stretched out his wand and said to the door, "Alaho Cave opens." "But the door didn't move.

In a hurry, Harry pulled Ron away and used a stronger spell on the lock, "Door open!", which emitted a glow, but there was still no response.

"She has set up a protective spell against the lockpicking charm. Ron's hand stroked his chin and concluded.

Everyone is a little frustrated, is it just like this?

"That's... Please let me try it. Behind them, Flegg Brown stepped forward.

After arriving at Hogwarts, Flegg did not get along with it, his magical talent and potential were among the worst among young wizards, and his Muggle background left him with no knowledge of the wizarding world. He didn't have the brilliant brains and terrible execution skills of Hermione Granger to make up for it.

His best friend at Muggle school, Harry Potter, was a well-known savior in the wizarding world, treating him as a star for both adults and children. Harry, who was on the train, was surrounded by the pure-blood kids as soon as they found out. After another good friend, Alan Harris, entered Hogwarts, Flegg felt that the gap was so large that he wondered if he had really known each other, or whether the Alan he met in the Muggle school was really Ellen?

Flegg soon found himself incapable of staying with them as he did in a Muggle school, or that he had no confidence at all to continue to do so, and even under the aura of Harry and Allen, his grades and learning progress made him feel even inferior, and he was even worried that Allen, who had become the first person to add points to Hogwarts, would really agree to his request when he first entered the school and invite him to Harris's house. Thankfully, however, Alan had apparently forgotten the promise - he was getting more and more distant from others, and even Harry, who had the name of Savior, had been left behind......

It wasn't until Flegg Brown and Neville Longbottom realized that they were in a similar state that they completely ignored their pure-bloods and Muggle origins and became good friends who supported each other without putting pressure on each other.

But at this time, seeing the anxious and frustrated appearance of the once best Harry because the spell was ineffective, Flegg habitually sought out Neville - Neville, who was usually a cowardly person, knew that Flegg was even worse than himself, and bravely stood up and became the spokesperson of his friend.

Realizing that Neville was letting the wind blow in the distance, Flegg took a deep breath and made a request to try.

"Fleg, what do you want to do?" Ron watched as Flegg pulled out his hair and pulled out his fourteen-inch cypress unicorn fur wand, not understanding what the classmate who usually couldn't even put on ordinary spells was going to do.

Flegg stuck the wire of his hair into the crack of the lock—he even tried twice to succeed because of his nervousness. Flegg turned slightly, revealing a hint of confidence that he rarely showed: "It's Muggles' open-door technique, when I was a child, my sister used to lock me in my room to prevent me from going out to play when the adults had to babysitter me when the adults went out, and I had to find a way to get myself out." ”

The little wizards looked at Flegg curiously, what magic can't solve, can be solved with Muggle methods?

After a few turns, the lock clicked open, and he jumped back excitedly, then looked at Harry with sparkling eyes, "Cool! At least it can help you, Harry, Umbridge really only thinks about how to resist the wizards' magic." ”

Flegg briefly regained a few traces of the speed of speech and the voice in his memory, which had obviously changed due to development, made Harry a little dazed for a moment, and he felt as if he was back in that Muggle school, back to the time when he was fighting against his cousin Dali with Alan and Flegg - how did the three best friends become like this? Thinking of this, Harry opened his mouth to thank his good friend who had been ignored for a long time, but found that the word was stuck in his throat and made him unable to speak, and finally, Harry put his hand on Flleg's shoulder and hugged him hard, then pushed open the door and strode in.

In the headmaster's room, Dolores Umbridge hung her plates with various cats all over the wall, contrasting the portraits of previous headmasters.

Other than that, the ugly kittens were basking in the sunset shining on their plates, and the office was silent, and Ron breathed a sigh of relief. But what he didn't see was that the strange black cat on the plate in the corner turned silently and left the portrait.