Dragon.

In fact, Harry and Ron were the most panicked when Umbridge mentioned this positively.

After the men from the Ministry of Magic followed Professor Dumbledore out of the Great Hall, Ron couldn't help but look at his friend.

"It's exactly what you say."

After calming down, Ron couldn't help but speak.

"There must be someone out there who knows that Hagrid has dragon eggs, otherwise the Ministry of Magic wouldn't have known about them."

It's obvious.

When the eggs hatched, the only people who knew about it were Harry, who had seen the Guard's Cabin catch fire, and they later informed Professor Dumbledore as soon as possible.

In this case, there should be no other insiders - assuming that the dragon egg itself is not a conspiracy.

But now, the facts have unfolded all the way to what they least want to see.

"The Ministry of Magic isn't really going to find out anything, is it?"

"Of course not."

Hermione whispered.

"Don't forget, Professor Dumbledore is in charge of this."

Yes.

When Professor Dumbledore intervened, the whole thing was taken care of.

Although Hagrid cried and fussed like a big kid and complained that Harry's 'best friends' had betrayed him, he still obeyed Professor Dumbledore's arrangement.

However, the principal's arrangement is actually very simple.

He did give Hagrid a chance to raise a dragon with peace of mind, allowing him to raise Noble for a while.

However, the dragon grew very quickly, and in just over a week, it was already stronger and taller than the dog Tooth, and after half a month, it was taller than a child like Harry.

If it continues like this, sooner or later it will become taller and larger than Hagrid's half-blood giant.

So, the dragon was eventually sent away through some channel - through Ron's brother Charlie, Noble was sent to the dragon research base in Romania.

As a nature reserve for the study of fire dragons, it is clear that this Norwegian spineback is well cared for there.

That's the top priority right now.

"Noble is no longer at school, and some traces of the fire dragon have been dealt with, and the people at the Ministry of Magic can't investigate anything at all."

Even though Hermione had said so, and it was justified, Harry was still frowning.

"However, I don't think the focus is on the dragon anymore."

In the end, he couldn't help but say all the worries in his heart.

However, Ron and the others clearly didn't directly follow Harry's train of thought.

After thinking for a while, Ron stumbled:

"But the Ministry of Magic is here for Nobble's business, isn't it?"

"Yes, the Ministry of Magic is here for Noble, but ......"

Harry tried to explain something, but before he could say more, he felt something choke in his throat, even in his brain, and he didn't know where to start.

At the end of the day, these were just temporary feelings for him.

Actually, even Harry himself couldn't say why.

He just had this idea, this kind of speculation.

And now, all that came out of his mind were those sobering words that were too ordinary to be ordinary.

"In short, we can't just take it lightly, after all, this is Snape's conspiracy, and now the headmaster can't get out at all, and Snape ......"

Harry set his sights on the corner of the teachers' table.

There, the big black bat had apparently stopped eating.

His expression is like a stiff stone, and his eyes are like a deep abyss.

No one knew what was going on his mind, and no one could tell what was going on in his mind at the moment.

The pair of black hole-like eyes just stared at the location of the gate, as if waiting, as if they were considering.

Sitting beside him, Professor Quirrell looked smiling, but he couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hand.

It was as if he was thinking about something.

He laughed when he looked at Harry.

Professor Quirrell was still staring at Snape.

Seeing the professor's smile, Harry's slight uneasiness that still existed in his heart was dispelled.

"At least, we're not alone."

Now, they can't do anything, and they don't know what to do.

In this case, all they can do is wait.

"If that's Snape's ultimate goal, he's going to do something."

And so a seemingly simple breakfast ended.

The students discussed the surprise visit of the Ministry of Magic, and the three young Gryffindor explorers made their way to the second floor.

Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom - now when not in class, it has become their stronghold.

"I'm really convinced of the current Quirrell......"

Seeing their backs disappear into the corridor, Connor just raised his brow.

But before he could pay more attention, his classmates patted him on the shoulder.

"I don't seem to say that the game was canceled, so the morning game should have continued as usual, right?"

"Probably right? Do you need me to help you get a seat? ”

"Okay, it seems like our Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw today?"

"Yes."

"Then help me get a seat in advance, I'll go to the library and get something."

"Good!"

Just as the Hufflepuff army rushed straight to the Quidditch pitch to support his house's team, Connor naturally left his house.

However, his destination was not the library, but went straight to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

At the door there, he saw a large bat dressed in black robes.

A student and a teacher just looked at each other.

Snape remained expressionless, and Connor only smiled a little subtly.

"It's been a hard time for you in every sense of the word, Professor Snape."

This is the case in every sense, after all, he can be regarded as living on the black pot.

Although he has a dark history, he really has to be baptized by the murderous gaze of the students if he does nothing.

However, Snape's reaction was bigger than he thought.

"It has nothing to do with you."

His voice was as calm as possible, but Connor noticed that Snape was looking elsewhere.

It's like thinking, it's like remembering.

At the same time, there seemed to be a certain anger in his words.

It was a somewhat helpless emotion in Connor's eyes.

How to say that?

Everything in this world today has a certain degree of cause and effect.

"If you really had a clear conscience, it wouldn't be so painful now."