The young people didn't know anything about the Longbottom family, but the older generation like Madam Pomfrey knew it.

Barty Crouch Jr. probably didn't die.

She also knows this.

She could understand the sudden surge of energy that had sparked from Neville.

"You can do about twice as much exercise." Madam Pomfrey whispered, squeezing Neville's arm, "But after each exercise, you have to use potions to condition your body, and of course, you can't forget the relaxation exercise." ”

Neville's face turned pale, and his voice trembled: "Twice? ”

"Yes, my dear Mr. Longbottom, you heard me right." Lady Pomfrey smiled sweetly, "Even though you're tired today and even have to use potions to protect your body, you can do twice as much exercise without harming your body." ”

"Is that okay?" Harry looked at him.

Neville shuddered, his eyes meeting Harry's vertical pupils, which didn't show any fluctuations.

The body is very honest, and I don't want to suffer so much anymore, so I can go gradually, slowly, and improve little by little, but suddenly come so turbulently.

Inertia is hard to get rid of.

But he nodded with difficulty and gritted his teeth: "Of course, I'm fine." ”

Harry waved his wand, parchment and quill came out of his hat, and as he quickly wrote a line of text, he signed his name and handed it to Neville.

Neville was puzzled, and obediently took it, reading the words on it clearly, making him gasp, "Harry? ”

It's a contract that can be called a contract.

"Neville Longbottom promised Harry Potter that Mr. Potter could use violent coercion if Longbottom was afraid of retreating from training in the future."

"An insurance." Harry spoke.

Neville muttered, "I'm sad to be like this. ”

Complaining on his lips, but without hesitation, he grabbed the quill floating beside him and signed his name.

He was more worried about that than Harry, but he didn't think about it for a moment.

Harry put it away.

Neville thought that from this day on, he was going to Hell, but the next day, he realized that he had passed through Heaven yesterday.

Even his favorite herb class didn't make Neville happy.

At the end of the day's lessons, lying numb by the campfire, Crookshank Hill reluctantly bouncing on top of him, his heavy body smashing Neville screaming, and Master Gram was bribed by Harry for two pounds of owl rations to become Neville's masseur after a day of play.

Lactic acid still has to be eliminated in the most primitive way.

Ron gloated a little.

Luckily, he didn't have the brains to learn swordsmanship from Harry, and Neville was right in his instincts.

Neville was getting thinner.

It was only on Saturday that he was able to catch his breath, and Harry gave him a day off to train with him in the morning, so that he could have enough strength to go to Diagon Alley with his grandmother and buy a new wand.

No one bothered him, and Neville slept heavily and purred so loudly that Ron and the others had to cast a spell on themselves and cut out the sound to sleep.

Hedwig was forced to go to Hermione's bedroom, and Bowes couldn't go to the women's bedroom, so she had to go back to the owl shed to rest alone.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

There was no one else in the common room but Harry.

Hedwig yawned when, watching the diligent messenger owl throw the Daily Prophet and the Contrarian in front of his master, and last night he slept comfortably in the women's bed, and Crookhill always wanted to pull himself.

At night, the cat is a creature that always becomes more and more tired.

"Harry, you still read second-rate newspapers?" Ron patted himself in the face, glanced at him, and continued to write the Potions Treatise with his head down.

"The Daily Prophet is still quite useful." Hermione shook her head, "At least it's for the Ministry of Magic, except for the lack of justice in Harry's affairs, I can take a look at the other news." ”

"Today, for example." Harry spread out the newspaper.

In the Daily Prophet, a picture took up almost half of the page - it was a mess, and after Harry's destruction of the Ministry of Magic, another devastating blow was struck, the elevator was destroyed, seven or eight Aurors were injured, and fortunately no one died.

But the unforgivable curse appears.

An Auror was tortured to the point of being unconscious and lying in St. Mungo's Hospital.

"It seems that Fudge is really hated." After reading the content, Ron didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, and gloated, "His approval rating is going to drop again." ”

"I'm glad the Ministry of Magic didn't blame me for this." Harry was expressionless.

Hermione nodded, approving.

"Potter secretly manipulated, and the Lion House believers forcibly broke into the Ministry of Magic?" Ron thought for a moment and snapped up a headline.

Harry shook his head: "That's not what the Headline Party did, it was originally only related to the Order of the Phoenix, and now it involves the whole of Gryffindor, then the Daily Prophet will definitely be torn down." ”

"Sure enough, I don't have the talent to be a journalist." Ron sighed.

Harry put his hand on the table, "And it's interesting. ”

"The place where this group of dark wizards forcibly broke into turned out to be the Department of Mysteries."

Ron spread his hands: "This is normal, my dad said that the Department of Mysteries is the most important department in the entire Ministry of Magic, and it is the only important department, and everything valuable is there. ”

"But their goals are not normal." Harry shook his head and pointed to a group of words, "Look at it." ”

"Prophecy Ball?" Ron read it word for word.

Harry nodded.

Ron wondered, "What is that?" ”

"When I was in third grade, we met." Hermione reminded him.

Ron was even more confused.

Ever seen?

When have you seen it.

Today seems to be the first time this word has come to my mind.

"Professor Trelawney has made a true prophecy." Hermione was still a little uncomfortable at the mention of this, "Officials from the Ministry of Magic have come over to collect prophecy magic. ”

Ron suddenly slapped himself on the thigh: "I remember, Dad said that all prophecies must be included in the Ministry of Magic, so it's the thing called the prophecy ball?" ”

Hermione nodded.

"It seems strange, and the prophecy ball is worthless." Ron frowned, "If you want to know the content of the prophecy, why don't you just ask the students?" I remember that many people knew the prophecy was about. ”

Harry shook his head, "It's different. ”

"The prophecy itself has magical powers, and the prophecy ball is not just a device used to store prophecy, unlike ordinary people's tape recorders, the prophecy ball is materialized from prophecy."

"Those people wanted not only the content of the prophecy, but also the prophecy itself."

Harry paused, "Of course, maybe it's another possibility. ”

Ron and Hermione listened attentively.

"Voldemort didn't know the full content of that prophecy fifteen years ago." Harry spoke.

Both listeners were a little surprised.

"Voldemort doesn't know?" Ron asked, "But isn't he just because of the prophecy?"

Harry nodded, "He only knows the first few sentences, and he knows that the prophecy says that the person who can kill him will appear at the end of July, but that prophecy is more than that, there is a long paragraph to follow." ”

He paused slightly, "I only know the general content, Dumbledore didn't tell the full and detailed content, but that doesn't matter." ”

"For nearly two decades, there have been only two true prophecies, and they are likely to be the only ones they will target."

Hermione moved herself to Harry's side, poked her head into his arm, and flipped through the Daily Prophet, "If it's for that prophecy fifteen years ago, then these dark wizards are Death Eaters?" ”

"For that prophecy in third grade, they're probably Death Eaters." Harry nodded.

Ron tilted his head, "But isn't that prophecy about Sirius?" ”

He whispered and learned from Trelawney's voice: "And he who is lonely will be liberated when the snow falls." ”

"Sirius was discovered by Harry in December, and then cleared his name."

"Where did you hear that?" Harry was curious, he hadn't heard of this angle of interpretation before.

"Lavender, they interpret it." Hermione shook her head, her tone a little helpless, "They have a 'Trelawney Support Club', dedicated to deciphering Professor Trelawney's various prophecies, whether they are reliable or unreliable. ”

Harry smiled and shook his head, "It's a lot like it, maybe Sirius is part of the prophecy, but it's not him. ”

"Sirius' birthday is November, November 3, not December."

Ron was stunned.

"Could it be that Voldemort's birthday is December?" Ron remembered the first half of the prophecy.

Harry nodded, "Tom's birthday is December 31st. ”

"At the end of the year, it's really in line with his dark lord's temperament." Ron muttered, "So that prophecy is actually about Voldemort?" ”

"Are these Death Eaters really a bunch of people?" Hermione's tone was wistful, "But the most important thing for them now is not to resurrect Voldemort, and then."

Before she could finish her sentence, Harry held her hand, "Wait, someone's coming." ”

He looked into the passage of the boys' dormitory.

From the faint sound of footsteps that only he could hear, to the footsteps that both Ron and Hermione could hear, it was two people, running out of it with joy.

"Harry! Good morning! ”

It was George and Fred.

As soon as they ran out of the passage, they jumped down the steps, raised their arms, and cheerfully greeted: "Are you ready?" ”

"It's a weekend at Hogwald."

"Saturday morning!"

"It's so slack that it's just the five of us who get up."

"Harry, it's time for us to go, give the whole of Hogwarts some shock, and let this morning kick off with a bang!"

Ron and Hermione stared blankly at the two brothers with teeth and claws.

"What are you two doing?" Hermione was puzzled.

"Finally crazy?" Ron gestured to pick up a quill and paper, and gestured as if he was going to write a letter to his family, "It looks like I'll have to ask Daddy to prepare two beds for you both at St. Mungo, oh, maybe one will be enough." ”

George and Fred ignored them, squeezing their eyebrows at Harry.

Harry opened his mouth to explain for them, "It's a bomb, an alchemy bomb. ”

(End of chapter)