In the woods, it was pitch black.

Moreover, the man on the ground was covered in snow and dirt. (Left by dragging on the ground just now)

Ron wasn't sure, it was a bit ridiculous to meet the Minister of Magic here.

Holding a wand.

The fluorescence slowly illuminated the sludge-covered face.

Ron reached out and pulled most of the dirt from that face, then took a closer look, then nodded in affirmation, "It's Fudge!" Look at his chest, there's the Ministry of Magic badge! ”

"What?"

Like a thunderbolt from the blue.

Hermione staggered back a few steps, her eyes wide, and she looked at the stiff man lying on the ground in disbelief.

No - how could it be?

She didn't believe it.

But the reality does not allow her not to believe it, because she herself looks familiar with that face.

I think I've seen it in the Daily Prophet.

"It's Fudge!" Luna, who was beside her, also leaned over, and a curious look appeared on her flushed face.

As Lovegood's father and daughter, who firmly believed that Connally Fudge had raised an army of fire elves, she was quite familiar with Fudge.

Her father, Xenophilius Lovegood, writes eight indictments against Fudge in "Contrarian" in a week.

It's hard to be unfamiliar!

"I'm the Minister of Magic I attacked!" Hermione covered her mouth in horror, and her face turned pale in an instant.

All kinds of imminent miserable lives automatically appear in my head.

First of all, she will definitely be expelled from Hogwarts.

The second is that she will be tried for assaulting the Minister of Magic

With her shallow knowledge of law.

For her crimes, Azkaban should be sentenced to life in prison.

"What to do! What to do! I'm not going to get caught in Azkaban! ”

"I—" The little witch lost her bearings for the first time, and she kept walking back and forth with her head in her hands, and all sorts of thoughts came to her mind.

That's when the whispers of a gray-eyed, evil boy began to rotate through her head.

'Hey! Miss Granger, if you can cast a death curse, you don't get caught by the Aurors in Azkaban. ’

'Do you know Azkaban?' ’

'Oh! It was a nice place, built on a small island overseas, and the air in the prison was muddy, damp, cold, and lifeless. There you will never see the sun again, the sun is a rare luxury for you, in a prison only a few feet wide, in the dark, without purpose, it is time to pretend that you are dead, because in addition to the unbearable loneliness, there are dementors wandering around you waiting to devour your soul and feast on it. ’

Of course, these can be overcome, as long as you behave well, and then hold back and not go crazy, maybe in a few decades, when you are skinny, your eyes are sunken, your hair is gone, and you don't look human, you will be able to come out. Ah! The Ministry of Magic can't really keep you in place for the rest of your life, if they remember you, of course. ’

"Hey, hey~~~ How about it, do you still want to learn the Curse? If you want to learn, I'll teach you for free! ”

Nope-

Hermione, who was squatting on the ground with her head in her arms, shook her head desperately.

She doesn't want to go to Azkaban – don't.

- Sadness and crying are like nausea. The more you get to the zero point, the more uncomfortable it is, but the more you can't spit out anything.

She could only hold herself uncomfortable, and a strong sense of responsibility and guilt kept hitting her fragile heart.

"I, I, run away~" The reddened eyes finally rolled out of teardrops the size of beans.

But before he could cross his cheeks, he was already frozen.

As for the other little wizards, their expressions were different, Hannah, who was born pure-blood, she reacted more than Hermione.

The little face was white, and his eyes were full of confusion and horror.

She also seemed to be thinking about her future life in Azkaban, apparently under Owen's PUA.

As for Justin, he reacted a lot less, Muggle-born, he didn't know much about the laws of the wizarding world, and although he knew that he was in trouble, he didn't take it too seriously.

It must have been a prank or something—he thought.

And in the end, our elf Luna, she's different from everyone else.

I saw that her silver eyes showed joy, as if she had done some great feat, and stepped forward, and kicked Fudge a few times with her little feet, as if to confirm something.

"We've taken down the evil Dark Wizard minions!" She said.

Luna has a Christmas present from Owen on her little head.

Rabbit ears made of unicorn tail hair stand up high.

The blonde hair turned silver, shiny, and very cute.

Ron automatically filtered through the mad girl's actions, and his eyes fell entirely on Hermione's god.

It's hard to believe that she would show such an expression when she is bent on being strong.

But the next moment, a strong sense of absurdity surged into his heart like a tide, "I don't think you need to worry about this problem at all now!" ”

He got up from the ground, and then said in a very flat tone, as if asking what he was going to eat for the night, "You just attacked the Minister of Magic." ”

Then, Harry smiled miserably, and said, "We seem to have attracted all the eight-eyed spiders in the forest. ”

"Hogwarts - School is asking for pills!!" He shouted in frustration, now that Dumbledore was being coerced, he couldn't think of anyone else who could deal with so many dark creatures.

"What?" Just as Hermione, Hannah Justin, and they are being tortured by the cruel future.

The sound of squirming like a tide in my ears came suddenly.

"Run!! Ron yelled.

Then he reminded aloud: "Take Fudge with you!" Unless you really want to give him to the Eight-Eyed Spider for dinner and then go to Azkaban for the rest of your life! ”

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On the Black Lake, the flames are still dancing.

Unfortunately, neither the main planner Dumbledore, nor the executor Owen, nor the participant, Professor Flitwick, could have imagined that the story in the auditorium would be even more exciting today than on the stage.

"That's—"

Eventually, the forest lifted a burst of snow, and the trees creaked to the ground, groaning in pain.

At such a time, as long as the eyes are not blind and the ears are not deaf, they all notice the changes in the forest.

"Merlin's beard! What is that? ”

"It looks like an eight-eyed spider!"

"Eight-eyed spiders? So much? ”

Thanks to Lockhart's anti-heaven teaching, the little wizards halfway up the mountain probably recognized what the tide of monsters was.

"Those are the descendants of Aragog?" And among all the wizards, Hagrid is definitely the most sober.

He looked out over the Forbidden Forest with a surprised expression.

He never knew that there would be so many descendants of Aragog!

Hagrid always thought that there were only about a hundred of them in the forest at most!

But now—there were hundreds of them in his field of vision alone.

The exam is like sending money (laughs) and the naked exam won't do anything.

(End of chapter)