"Hmmm! This is indeed a good way, by the way, inform the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore, His Highness's letter does not mean that wizards may intervene in the attack, they should also send some people, and let the Ministry of Foreign Affairs determine the time as soon as possible! Mr. Huck nodded, agreeing to the offer.

After all, if it doesn't change, God knows how many undercover agents there are, and the WIC commandos are indeed more reliable than the police at Scotland Yard.

"As you wish, sir, I'll prepare." Sir Humphrey immediately walked towards the door. After waiting for Humphrey to leave, Mr. Huck returned to his seat on the couch, and after a moment of thought, he got up and walked to the window, looked into the distance, and muttered to himself, "I hope all is well." On the other side, a small group of strangers gathered around a round table in a building in London with construction plates, dressed in uniform and black robes.

It was night, and the starlight outside the window was falling, revealing the vague shadows of twelve people in the building.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and everyone immediately looked up, and an older man quickly walked in and reported in a low voice, "The time has been confirmed." ”

"Good, it's finally getting started!" The middle-aged man at the head showed a sarcastic smile. He turned his head to look at the others, and then said solemnly, "This is the best chance, gentlemen. Tomorrow's history is about to be rewritten! ”

"How's that going for this time?" Another asked.

"Prepare with all your might, and ask those lowly Muggles if they can do it! Don't give me a chain drop at a critical moment. ”

"Philippon follows that guy the whole time, and there will never be a problem."

"It's good that our people have infiltrated all corners of the UK, especially their police force. Just wait a little longer, and once the plan is successful, the whole Muggle world is about to usher in twilight! As soon as he finished speaking, twelve crystal cups suddenly appeared on the empty round table, and pale red wine slowly rose from the bottom of the crystal glasses, and in the blink of an eye, a whole glass overflowed.

The man at the head stretched out his arm and raised his wine glass and exclaimed: "Gentlemen! For the greater good! ”

"For the greater good!!" Everyone said in unison. ———————————————— the time is November, the UK is already in winter, and as a temperate maritime climate, the humidity in the air throughout the UK is extremely high, which causes the human body to feel a cooler temperature than the detected ambient temperature.

At Hogwarts, fireplaces in the common rooms have long been lit. The whole bedroom was warm, but the heavy rain outside was not so comfortable.

The flu has not been over since October, and at least three of the Gryffindors who went to Quidditch early this morning to train were ill.

Harry was successfully hit. Lady Pomfrey was in the hospital scrambled with a sudden cold, and her pick-me-up was very useful and had an immediate effect, but there were so many people who caught a cold that she had to take care of the seriously ill little wizards while hurrying to make new potions.

Eventually, after another week of busyness, even Madam Pomfrey coughed. When Hogwarts was about to fall to the cold, Professor Snape, who had been criticized by the young wizards, finally stood up, and it was with great endurance that he broke free from the fight against Sirius.

He then began to help Madam Pomfrey refine potions. In order to reduce the burden Chinese on professors.

Later in Potions class, Anthony and the others were learning how to make a pick-me-up, and the professors encouraged the students to save themselves.

It's a pity that the level of the little wizards is uneven, and the failed ones are not mentioned, such as Seamus, who blew up three cauldrons in a row in order to make a refreshment for himself.

With the exception of the first cauldron that was his own, the other two were in Professor Snape's collection, though they were meant to be for the students.

The copper cauldron was very cheap, but it was difficult for everyone to see that the professor's face was gloomy to the limit. You can see from the deduction of Gryffindor thirty points... Snape had to admit that few of the empty-headed students had a talent for potions.

In order to prevent them from continuing to waste the material, he had to stop most of the students from making their own potions.

But it didn't stop everything, like Hermione and Anthony, yes, in this cold storm, Anthony miraculously found that he seemed to have a good talent for potions.

Although Professor Snape's assessment of this is nothing more than 'one of the few normal people. But compared to Neville, who always misplaced materials, Seamus the Explosive Boy, and Harry and Ron, who were gruff, he was one of the few young wizards in the entire second year who could brew a pick-me-up on his own.

Except for Hermione... The realm of Xueba is too high-end, and the second grade can make compound decoction, a potion recipe in the forbidden area, and Anthony can only say that the big guy can't afford to mess with it.

It wasn't until noon that Harry came back from the pitch, and he was wet all over his body. It's raining heavily... This was their last training session before their first Quidditch match.

This year's Quidditch was easier than last year's, and at the end of September, Malfoy, in order to join the Slytherin Quidditch team, noted that his father had used the money ability to replace the whole team with a brand new broomstick, a light wheel 2001.cannonball-like speed, like a jet.

With such a huge advantage, the team members of the other three academies were like mourning Kaoyan. After all, the comet series broomsticks that the school is equipped with are all brooms from decades ago.

Last year, Harbinda won the championship in the Halo 2000, and there were objections that the competition was unfair. This year, the entire Slytherin team switched to the more powerful Halo 2001, which makes more noise.

By the end of October, though, the sound had disappeared. Sirius Black, the great Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, spent a lot of money to directly replace the broomsticks of the three academies.

All Light Wheel 2001. In this act of throwing coins, Sirius became the greatest professor at Hogwarts, and Anthony, who witnessed everything, only felt a toothache, and he only earned a thousand gold Galleons with great effort.

And what about Sirius? Good guy, with a wave of your hand, the little 10,000 Galleons will be spent... It's just that people are more popular than people!

"Potter!" Suddenly, in the empty hallway, there was a shout. Harry, who was drenched in a drenched body, hurriedly pretended to hear everything, lowered his head and continued to walk forward.

"Potter!"

"Uh-you-hello! Nick. Looking at the resentful eyes of Nick, who was almost headless, Harry said with some embarrassment.

"Where's Anthony? I can't find him. "Nick, who was almost headless, was the ghost of Gryffindor, who died circa Middle Ages, with a fashionable feathered hat buttoned into his hair, and a knee-length tunic with a wheel-like ruffled collar, all of which explain his origins.

Of course, his hat was only used to hide the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was floating in front of Harry like a wisp of smoke, and Harry could even look through his body at the dark sky and the pouring rain outside.

"I don't know, I just came back from outside." Harry shook his clothes, and water dripping on the ground.

"Don't think I don't know, you're trying to shield that kid." Nick yelled angrily.

"We don't." Harry said stiffly. How the hell did they get into trouble with Nick? A few days ago, on November 1st, Halloween, there was a lively dinner in the auditorium, but Harry and the others did not attend, but ran to attend Nick's 500th birthday.

Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't have go... Harry looked remorseful. He originally thought that the ghost's death would be interesting, and five hundred years, listen, how many people can live so long?

He convinced Ron, Anthony, and Hermione, and even Simonaway to be pulled by him. As a result, the scene of the death party exploded out of boredom, and they froze all night in that dark, candle-lit gloomy place.

No one told him that it would be so cold where the ghosts gathered. They can't enjoy the ghostly dance and music either.

As for the food... It's good to be rotten and smelly. Most of them can't even knock out the appearance of the food.

In such an atmosphere, they didn't feel anything other than knowing that there were so many ghosts in the original castle.

The tar-spelled text: Sir Nicholas de Mimci-Boltington, died on 31 October 1492, disgusting!

Of all the people, Anthony was the only one who was very interested. Because he knew that Nick had often been in the royal palace during his lifetime, perhaps he would have known some of the secrets of Windsor Castle.

As a result, this question directly caused a catastrophe, and after Nick learned that Anthony and Henry VII of Tudor who killed him were the same British royal family, a wave of terror immediately erupted.

The roar was mixed with anger, and the remorse contained hatred, this complex emotion made his face distort instantly, his neck began to flow bright red blood, his eyes began to change, and he seemed to return to the moment when he was dying.

Anthony's face changed, and he got up and ran. Wow~~~~~ what the hell! Seeing this, Nick immediately flew over, although he couldn't hurt Anthony, but every time he penetrated his body, Anthony would feel a chill, coupled with the intimidation of hanging his head, blood flowing, and three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends, directly scared Anthony into a cold sweat.

"The House of Windsor has nothing to do with the House of Tudor! The Tudor dynasty ended after the death of the last queen, Elizabeth I, in 1603. Anthony, who was running towards the auditorium, shouted loudly!

But Nick didn't care about that, and still followed him closely.