Two dark shadows passed through the window of Duke Honey's candy shop.

Like a ghost without heels, it disappeared when it turned around.

The night fog hits, and the early spring night is still cold. It was as if the cold was blocking out the light.

In the hazy moonlight, there were not a few stars in sight.

The sky was not pure black, but a vast deep blue in the black, stretching into the distance, into the distance.

This was the last scene the two of them saw in the dark.

After all, you can't see the sky in the tunnels.

...

"Hiss~hiss~"

"Right."

There was a voice in the darkness that only Quirrell could hear.

At the moment, he smelled of alcohol, but his head was unusually clear.

This afternoon, he had managed to get Hagrid drunk, and when the guy heard that Anthony had been taken for trial by the Ministry of Magic, he was frightened to revert to the way he had been crying decades ago when he had been sent to Azkaban by the Great Master.

He easily found him at the Hog's Head Bar.

After a few glasses of spirits, and the lure of a dragon egg, the fool easily told the way to deal with the three-headed brute.

"Hurry up! Quirinas. Hurry up! ”

A weak, cold, deeply frightening voice sounded in my head again.

"Yes, master."

Quirrell's feet sped up a bit, and the figure quickly disappeared somewhere in the corridor on the fourth floor.

"This is the best chance, I can feel that Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts Castle tonight."

Passing through a fourth-floor corridor near the right side of the castle, Quirrell came to a wooden door.

"Get the Philosopher's Stone, and I will give you an unparalleled magical talent, and when the time comes, you will be the most powerful wizard besides the Dark Lord."

Voldemort's voice continued to bewitch Quirrell's mind.

Quirrell's heart raced and his blood swelled, and he swallowed as he reached out and pushed the door open. With the creak of the door opening, a quick dodge in.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, in the hallway above the marble staircase in the foyer, Professor McGonagall was arguing with the pink toad.

The reason for this is that Umbridge claims to have received approval from the Ministry of Magic to carry out a comprehensive educational reform of Hogwarts, including the teaching materials of the professors.

As we all know, Hogwarts student textbooks are determined by the professors in charge.

Professors have a high degree of freedom in teaching.

But the Ministry of Magic seems to want to break with this tradition.

Umbridge claims that starting this year, all teaching materials must be reviewed and distributed by the Ministry of Magic, and that the scope of teaching by professors is strictly limited, for example, young wizards are not allowed to teach 'any spells that may harm others'...

Listen, does this sound like a word?

By this standard, even levitation spells can be defined as damage spells.

So what else can Hogwarts teach?

That's why Professor McGonagall had a big fight with her.

"No professor would follow such an arrangement." Professor McGonagall looked angrily at the big face with a smirk, and her tone was very disgruntled.

"I'm not asking you for advice, it's a new rule from the Ministry of Magic, and if the professors can't accept it, then you can choose to resign." Umbridge still had a smirk on his face, but there was no kindness in his tone, and it was all cold, all threatening: "Anything deemed to violate the decisions of the Ministry of Magic will be investigated and tried." ”

"You..."

Professor McGonagall was visibly angry, her chest heaving so badly that her fingers trembled.

After taking a deep breath, I forcibly resisted this urge.

"Now, if you're okay, I'm going back." Umbridge stood up, tapped his collar, and with a greasy smile on his face, turned and left Professor McGonagall's office.

Her purpose for this trip to Hogwarts is very clear.

That is to remove Dumbledore's influence on the castle.

The school should be just a school, anything unrelated to learning should be banned, and any tainted little wizard should be expelled immediately.

Expel...

Hum!

Thinking to himself, a cruel smile suddenly rose into Umbridge's broad, loose-skinned face.

That Anthony...

and the lowly Muggles behind him.

She was going to kick that little imp out of school as soon as possible.

It's best to deprive him of the right to cast spells and turn him into a squib.

...

"Slow down... Maybe they didn't have anything to do at all, you know, George and Fred used to spend their night in the castle. Suddenly, a small voice came from the hallway in front of Umbridge.

It was Ron, who was tugging at Anthony, with Harry and Hermione.

"I don't know, I just have a hunch. Very bad premonition. ”

It was a bit strange that the Weasley twins hadn't been seen all day today, and even the afternoon Quidditch training had to be canceled due to the absence of the two.

George and Fred knew each other well, and although they were often out of tune and liked to explore the castle, they were also very proud people.

The Twins never miss Quidditch training, and even if they are locked up by the professors, they have a way of slipping out.

Moreover, Hogwarts is not what it used to be when Dumbledore was in the past. The most night tour is to be deducted points by the professor and confined to the prison.

Now, that old toad can be in the castle, and if she catches her, the twins will probably be expelled.

Although holding the twins on the live map, Anthony didn't think they would be caught by Umbridge.

"Let's go to Professor McGonagall first!" Anthony said with a frown.

"These two guys, just running around at this time. Shall we go find them first, if we tell Professor McGonagall, Gryffindor's house—" Hermione paused abruptly and turned to look at Anthony.

This year was perhaps the worst for Gryffindor.

It's February, and they're only just over 200 points.

You know, the Slytherins that were deducted even worse at the beginning of the school year were more than three hundred points.

"Wait... Anyway, the two of them won't be the place they ran to! Suddenly, Harry exclaimed, as if something had sounded.

"What's wrong?" Anthony asked, confused.

"Uh..."

"That's it, the night you were taken away, Hermione Ron and I went to the library at night to look for materials, and Hermione said to look for previous cases."

"And then?"

"Then, on our way back, we were spotted by Lady Loris, you know, Filch's cat." Harry continued, with some trepidation, "Even in the cloak of invisibility, the cat can smell it. It's like a dog..."

"After that... When we escaped, we took refuge in an abandoned room near the corridor on the fourth floor..."