Fennon looked horrified.

George and Fred nodded their heads, not at all alike in mentioning their memories.

"yes, and memories!" George clapped his hands, "The Ministry of Magic has a meditation basin. ”

"Daddy still used it." Fred chimed in.

Fernon turned his face awkwardly: "Since there is evidence, you can completely sue the Ministry of Magic, that Mr. Bagman seems to be the Minister of Sports?" ”

George and Fred fell silent.

"What's the difficulty?" Fernon kindly asked, "You can find a lawyer, of course, I don't recommend it, three hundred galleons doesn't seem to be too much?" ”

At the hourly rate of a lawyer in Great Britain, a consultation alone can cost more than £100.

three hundred

Hiring a lawyer is almost a loss-making deal.

"Based on the exchange rate at Gringotts, three hundred Galleons is equivalent to fifteen hundred pounds." Harry explained it to him.

Feynon nodded, slightly more than he had estimated, fifteen hundred pounds worth of the lawsuit.

Hermione shook her head: "But each little wizard can exchange a limited amount of gold galleons in pounds per year, and in actual terms, three hundred gold galleons is more than fifteen hundred pounds." ”

She estimated: "It's about doubled." ”

It suddenly became clear to Fernon that £3,000 was necessary to sue for recovery.

He softened the way he looked at George and Fred, and Arthur, who looked stupid and curious, could have given birth to such a business-minded child.

While in school, you can earn at least three hundred Galleons, or even more.

What a pity

How can you be a wizard?

But soon, the softness in his eyes was all gone.

"What is a lawyer?" George and Fred asked, confused in their eyes.

Femnon looked at them in shock.

How can a child who is almost eighteen years old not even know what a lawyer is?

"Wizards don't have lawyers." Hermione spoke, a little embarrassed.

Fenon tilted his head back, his eyes full of incredulity.

"It shouldn't be a problem to sue the Ministry of Magic, though." Hermione hesitated, "I don't think I've read the laws on anything like that. ”

Ron looked at Hermione with a hideous expression: "Hermione, you even read the laws of the Ministry of Magic?" ”

Normal people who would look at that kind of thing.

"We're Gryffindor." Hermione was succinct.

The little lions smiled.

George and Fred, in particular, laughed even more: "Yes, we're Gryffindor, Hermione, thanks for the reminder, we need to read the laws of the Ministry of Magic too." ”

"Gotta get an "O" on this piece. ”

They gathered together and went back to the lounge.

Along the way, George and Fred ask Fenon how to sue the Ministry of Magic and get the money, which Fenon is extremely experienced.

They celebrated in the lounge until late at night, when a group of drunks helped each other to sleep.

Ron rubbed his red face, ready to ask about what happened today, there were too many people just now to ask.

Sirius was in a daze when Lupin woke up.

The two of them had been looking for it since Harry was teleported away by the portkey, and they couldn't afford to miss that conversation in the Headmaster's office.

Crookshank walked over and rubbed Harry's trouser leg affectionately, whining and screaming.

"Wait, I'll ask Neville to come over, he knows cat language." Ron turned his head and looked not far away, Neville was struggling to drag Seamus in the same bedroom, he didn't dare to use the levitation charm, he also ingested some alcohol tonight, he was afraid that if he couldn't control it well, he would throw his roommate into the fireplace.

"It's someone outside, and it's Aunt Penny." Harry picked up Crook Hill.

Ron was stunned and wanted to speak.

Hermione sighed, "Don't ask Harry about cat language, he won't, just guessed from Crookshan's performance." ”

Ron looked at Hermione in surprise.

Harry didn't forget it.

How did you learn to read minds?

"I'm not mind-reading." Hermione shook her head.

Ron was even more surprised.

And said that he would not! Like Harry, he knows what is going on without speaking.

"I'm just tired of studying, so I read books on basic psychology to pass the time." Hermione was very reasonable, "I know a little bit, your face is too easy to understand." ”

Ron rubbed his face, "Why do you say that?" ”

Harry walked over and moved the hole out of the way, revealing Penny and Feynon standing outside.

Wait for the two of them to climb in.

"Why is the entrance to your lounge a hole?" Fei Nong was out of breath, his hardware didn't quite support it, but luckily the hole had a spell that could be resized according to different people's physiques so that he wouldn't get stuck.

"College Features." Harry explained simply, "Do you want to come and visit a group of drunks so late?" ”

"Penny can't reassure you." Fernon sat down on the couch, "We tell those strange creatures with light bulbs on their faces to come and inform us when you're done celebrating." ”

Penny didn't speak.

There was some guilt on her face: "I didn't know you had been living so dangerously, and I didn't know Lily"

As a child, Lily showed her about her life at Hogwarts.

She always thought it was safe, as happy as she said she was.

Come over today and see for yourself.

I even asked the elves about it.

This is not an ordinary danger.

When he first entered the school, Harry was directly confronted by the Dark Wizard and a basilisk in his second year, she didn't know what a basilisk was, but the house-elves were patient and explained to her that it was a creature as dangerous as a dragon.

Hatred sustains people in disregard for suffering.

The support breaks.

The spring called "guilt" in my heart will be chiseled open, and it will be backlogged for decades, like a fountain, bursting out and flooding the whole person.

Hermione stopped talking.

In fact

Hogwarts wasn't that dangerous before, but it became dangerous since Harry enrolled.

It's just that she can't say it.

Harry isn't some of the Devil's Stars!

"I'm fine." Harry stood up and took off his robe, revealing the snakeskin armor inside, "You see, I still have armor inside, although it was a bit of an accident, but I wasn't hurt, and I was covered in other people's blood. ”

"What's the matter with that key?" Penny sat down next to her husband, frowning and asking.

"Portkey." Harry sat down beside them, conjuring a cushion for Sirius, who had turned into a big dog, "a teleportation magic that takes the contact with you and teleports to the place where the spell is set as an anchor." ”

"Death Eaters?" Lupin frowned and asked.

Harry nodded, glancing to the side, Neville still carrying his roommate.

These are not some unspeakable secrets.

Rita had already reported in the Daily Prophet, although the next day the Ministry of Magic issued a "debunking rumor" and seriously criticized Rita Skeeter.

Sirius screamed twice, and when he noticed that although the Animagus form was comfortable, he couldn't talk, and immediately changed back: "Which guy did you catch him?" ”

"It's supposed to be Barty Crouch Jr." Harry whispered.

There was a bang—

There was a dull sound from the fireplace, and Neville's face turned pale, and Dennis slammed his hand to the ground, turning over with grinned teeth.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't overhear you." Neville walked over trembling, his eyes wide, his voice so emotionally powerful for the first time, "But you're talking about Barty Crouch Jr.?" ”

"The son of Barty Crouch, the former director of international magical cooperation?"

"Is that Barty Crouch Jr.?"

Harry nodded, "It's him." ”

"Is that little Barty Crouch still alive?" Neville clenched his fists, an owl's round face flushed, and his voice trembled more than he had seen Professor Snape.

"There's a good chance he's still alive." Harry nodded again.

"Not a lie made up by that woman Skeeter?" Neville asked again, "My grandmother didn't believe Skeeter's words at all, she was a liar with a mouth full of lies. ”

Harry was patient: "You can trust me, I asked Skeeter to look into this matter." ”

Neville didn't say anything more, but walked to the dormitory in a daze, and when everyone had entered, he remembered that there was a roommate outside, and hurriedly turned around, dragged him, and pulled him back.

"Is that kid a feud with Barty Crouch Jr.?" Penny frowned.

Sirius didn't speak.

Lupin pursed his lips: "Very sad news, on the night of Jaime's accident, Barty Crouch Jr. and Bellatrix Lestrange led a group of Death Eaters to find the Longbottoms. ”

"They tortured the poor couple all night with the Piercing Curse, and now they are still in St. Mungo's Hospital, and they have been asleep all the time."

Femnon and Penny don't understand what the Diamond Charm is.

But they understand what "torture" means.

"I see." Harry looked at the passage leading to the boys' dorm and nodded, faintly hearing Neville's crying alongside the snoring of the other young wizards.

Lupin sighed and didn't say anything.

Sirius's expression also became heavy.

Harry continued, saying everything except the Horcrux part.

The more she listened, the more Bonny freaked.

"Sounds more exciting than those Yankee movies." Femnon made a final assessment.

Penny didn't have the courage to poke her husband in the waist.

Is that what you can say?

This is your own nephew!

Penny opened her mouth, and she was tempted to say "We may not be able to help you with anything, but you will always have a home on Privet Road." "Say something like that.

But she couldn't.

I want to stop talking and make up my mind, but no matter what, I just can't say it.

They talked around the campfire until three o'clock in the morning, and Harry sent Aunt Petunia and them back.

Sirius and Lupin fall asleep in the break room.

The next day.

Harry had just returned from a workout.

Hermione held a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand and had a serious expression: "Harry, no, look at today's newspaper!" ”

Harry took it.

On the front page, there was a photo of him holding a sword and a staff in Little Hangleton Cemetery last night, with corpses strewn all over the ground at his feet.