Huh?" Owen looked sideways at him, "It's quite similar, it's been squeezed dry."

"Who is so bold as to attack a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic?" Then he said with a little teasing.

"It's not that kind of attack—" Percy said with some urgency, as he suddenly opened his left arm, and a wound about two inches in it clearly appeared as the garment lifted up.

"Knife wounds?" Owen recognized the source of the wound at a glance.

Having used the Blade Shadow a lot, he naturally knew what kind of weapons he needed to inflict such a wound.

In addition, the wound was faintly reddish, as if Percy had buried a lamp tube in his arm, and to the naked eye, although his wound had healed, it had left a deep sunken scar, as if someone had dug up part of his flesh.

"This"

In fact, injuries are very common in the wizarding world, and some spells are bound to have the experience of injury, such as the illusion of disfigurement, so the wizarding world has countless and various magical methods for treating physical injuries, and ordinary injuries can be cured as long as you recite the quick repair spell.

Even some serious ones, such as broken arms and legs, can be easily cured with just a pair of potions.

Judging by the scar on Percy's arm, judging by the size of the wound, he could be healed with the wave of his wand.

Whenever you see visible scars on a wizard, it must be the work of the dark arts. Most of the scars on Moody's body came from this.

The black devil *** stays on the injured forever, if you don't clean up the blockage caused by the magic, the scar will never heal, Percy is lucky, his wound has healed, but it has left a permanent scar.

"What's going on?" Owen frowned, the mocking look on his face fading away.

"I don't know." Percy said, "I'm missing a memory. It's about two days."

"Anyway, when I wake up, I feel like I've been cursed by someone, and I'm extremely weak, and I barely have some energy after about half a month, look at my current appearance." He pointed to himself, his sleek, sallow face as if he had stayed up late for two weeks, "I don't dare to go home at all, every time my mother writes to ask me, I prevaricate with the idea that the ministry is very busy."

"Don't you have any clues?" Owen asked.

"Yes!" His eyes widened, and he looked at Owen with some nervousness, "I only have the slightest impression that the person who attacked me must have used the Forgetting Charm on me, I asked the therapist in the ministry to try to recover my memory, but failed, and I had a splitting headache for a week!"

Percy shrugged his shoulders, trying to make himself feel more relaxed, but the subconsciously twitching muscles in his cheeks made it clear that the pain he had endured at that time was definitely not easy.

"But it reminds me of some images." "I was attacked by a group of people, dressed in black robes, but all of them were short in stature, and that's all I remember," he said.

"Short?" Owen's eyelids jumped, "How short is it?" Elves like that?"

"Yes." Percy continued, "I didn't think much of the elves or the elves, but a month after I was attacked, a letter came from a goblin.

Not with an owl, but with direct delivery.

In the letter, it said that it knew the truth about my attack, but it did not elaborate, it wanted to meet me face to face, the letter was very sloppy, I could barely read it, and I felt that the goblin seemed to be unsane, east and west, and finally it took me a lot of work to see that it said that London was not safe, and asked me to meet in Hogsmeade.

But I've been waiting for it in Hogsmeade for days, and no one has ever looked for me."

Percy said with suspicion that he might have taken it as a prank, after all, he hadn't actually seen the goblin in the letter, but—

"You don't have to wait." Owen suddenly said with a cold face, "The person you are waiting for is already dead."

"Dead?" Percy was taken aback, "How do you know - you don't think this one

Is it a prank?"

"A week ago, Hermione and I found the corpse of an elf in Hogsmeade." He said flatly. "It's exactly the same time you said."

"It's—" Percy clutched his forehead, elven deaths were not common, or the location of Hogsmeade was not common, for well-known reasons, so wizards didn't want to see that creature in Hogsmeade.

So, it's really likely that the goblin corpse that Owen met was the one who wrote to him.

He was surprised that it was really the goblins who attacked him, but—why?

For money?

For those greedy creatures, only the Golden Galleon is their eternal pursuit.

But he - how much money does he have!

"Hmph—I thought it was going to be a quiet year!" Owen said coldly, "It seems that there are still many reptiles in the darkness who are eager to try!"

"That's right." He turned his head back to look at Percy, "Didn't you do anything about being attacked by the Ministry of Magic?"

By this time they had walked down the long hallway to the side of the auditorium.

Owen waved his wand, and wherever he passed, the crystal lamps went out.

"The Auror Office sent someone to investigate, but nothing was found." Percy smiled a little miserably, "After getting that letter, I asked my colleagues to find out what the elves have been doing lately."

"Something's been found."

"No, everything is fine, those Aurors even think I'm persecuted paranoia." Percy said mockingly.

"What else do you know about the attack?" Owen asked, he knew too little information now, and most of it was second-hand information.

He is also worried about this kind of event, which seriously deviates from the original story, and human beings always have a natural sense of urgency about the unknown.

"Yes—" Percy suddenly stopped, his bloodshot eyes looking at Owen weakly, his expression was so complicated, like a pot of bitter soup, "Charlie and Bill sent a letter, and they were also attacked."

"What?" Owen looked at him in surprise.

"Yes, also in the past few months. They don't dare to write to Mom and Dad, they can't help much, except worry and crying." Percy suddenly slammed his fist on the wall beside him, and the cracked rubble cut his arm, and the blood slowly slipped down the crack in the wall, but Percy seemed to have lost his pain, and his face did not show any painful expression, but was full of self-blame.

"It's for the entire Weasley family!" Owen immediately came to this conclusion.

"But why your house?"

Then he asked again.

The Weasleys are perhaps the most pure-blood family in the wizarding world. The branches are found throughout Europe, America, and Africa, and are related to most pure-blood families.

But why Percy's family?

To be honest, they weren't remarkable, and not all branches of the Weasleys were as miserable as the Percys, and some were even very powerful, and if the attackers were for power or wealth, they would never attack such a family.

I have never heard of robberies of silver shops, and I have never heard of robberies of slums.

"Does Dumbledore know about this?"

"I told him tonight, and he said let me come to you." Percy lowered her voice and said hoarsely, "Elves have also appeared around Hogwarts, and I heard that they also tried to attack a young wizard."

"Huh?" Owen looked at him puzzled, "How did I not know?"

"You don't know?" Percy was a little surprised, "Okay! Now you know, anyway, keep an eye on Ron and them, especially George and Fred, who spend their days trying to sneak out of the castle in case they are in danger. If you can—no, don't let the two of them leave the castle for the entire next semester!"

"If there's any safe place in Bright, it's Hogwarts."

"I will."

At this time, the two of them had already walked up the spiral staircase, "Okay, let's separate here, I still have some things to talk to the principal about the competition."

"Hmm!" Owen answered. Percy then walked away in despair.

He walked towards the top of the spiral staircase, stepping on the familiar marble, but this did not make him feel much joy to revisit the old place, but at this moment he seemed to be carrying a mountain on his shoulders, bending over, as if he was a teenager old, making people feel a little distressed steps.

Ou Wenbai has that sense of powerlessness.

He was teased by Miss Granger a few times a week, and he felt the same way when the plan couldn't be pushed forward.

The difference is that Percy may be more miserable than he is.

After all, Owen never considered a Death Eater his relative!

Looking at Percy's figure gradually walking into the darkness, Owen couldn't help but clench his fists.

This is the first time since the beginning of his second week that he has faced a completely unknown and powerful enemy.

He didn't want to see his familiar friends suffer the same pain as Percy.

Owen then walked to the basement.

The noise of the castle seems to be buried by the wind and snow.

All was at peace.

But no one knows what kind of filth is hidden under this wind and snow. can

——————

On the second day of Christmas, everyone wakes up late. The common room was much quieter than it had been a few days ago, and people were talking in a hurry, punctuated by yawns.

They will be greeted by a full week of vacation.

In the morning, when they rushed to the auditorium for breakfast, it was already past nine o'clock. However, the elves seem to have expected that the little wizards will sleep lazily today, so they have extended the breakfast time.

When Owen met Hermione again in the morning, her hair was unkempt again. She confessed to Owen that she had sprayed a lot of quick-smoothing toner on her hair in order to attend the prom. "But it's too much trouble to do it every day." She was practical, scratching at the base of Shylock's ear, and the cat grunted in comfort.

"Actually, I know there's a spell."

With that, Owen told Hermione about a stereotype spell he knew.

It's a spell for styling hair, and if you style your hair ahead of time and then apply it to it, the spell will keep your hair that way.

The disadvantage is that human hair is growing after all, although it is styled, the newly grown hair will still pile up on the top of the head, and the spell is not dustproof, if you use this spell for a long time, your hair will only become more and more messy, there is a witch in the history of magic because of the use of this spell to style hair for more than ten years, when she realized that the time was too long, when she lifted the magic, at that moment, several meters of hair jumped up like a compressed spring, with her scalp.

They had a very comfortable breakfast.

It's just that Harry kept complaining, he heard George say that Ron seemed to have blended into Ilvermorny's starship last night, anyway, Ron didn't go back to the bedroom last night, and when he got up this morning, Ron's bed was empty, and he didn't even lift the quilt.

This confirmed George's words even more, which made Harry very unhappy, obviously he and Ron were best friends, but now he had a secret, and there was a third party between the two of them.

<divcss=&ot;ntentadv&ot;> Harry said, Ron shouldn't be silent, where to go should tell him something like that, in short, the good brother didn't take him with him when he grew up overnight, which made him very unhappy!

Breakfast was spent in Harry's chatter.

In the afternoon, Owen found time to go to Sirius to find out what was going on around the castle.

During his time at Hogwarts, he was in charge of school security, along with Moody.

In fact, small

Sirius knew far less than Owen had speculated, the goblins around the castle, they had been investigating for more than a month, but there was no clue at all.

He just told Owen all the stories he had told Harry and Hermione about his great-great-grandfather.

Although this gave Owen some prediction of the current enemy, there was not a single clue of actual value.

In the next few days, Owen asked many people about the problem of goblins, and under the guidance of the Hufflepuff ghost, the fat friar, Owen went to Professor Spin of the history of magic to find out the situation, as a professor who taught in the castle when Hogwarts was founded, Professor Spin must know far more than others imagined.

But this was only Owen's speculation, and the reality was that Professor Spin barely paid much attention to his questions, he was very old and somewhat stubborn, and no young wizard had ever been able to communicate with him normally.

He couldn't even remember Owen's name, even though he was the biggest name in the school.

Professor Spin would call Owen by 'Mr. Sankos', and he would not pause in what you said as he read the book and talked about the lesson.

Of course—he would still react to some of the school's lore, such as the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, but Professor Spin was stubborn in believing that it was just a legend and that the school didn't have a room like that.

So what he says isn't necessarily right.

Owen spent a few days trying to get in touch with Professor Spenc, but it was a foolish and futile effort, and the professor barely answered his questions, or even ignored him.

But when he heard the name of Shane Weasley, and the heir of ancient magic, he still had some reaction, and his pale gray body was slightly red, as if the wizard's face was flushed with anger. Then he kicked Owen out of the office with a hideous expression, although he didn't really have any effect on Owen.

He then went to Dumbledore and asked the Headmaster to speak to Professor Spin himself, he knew something, but he wouldn't tell him.

In the days that followed, everyone had their own things to do.

As soon as Christmas is over, it seems that January 24th is even closer. When the holidays are over, it's time for the game in two weeks.

For the rest of the holiday, Miss Granger finally came out of the sweetness of the prom and became in a hurry, spending much of her time running to the library to investigate the matter about the snake locket.

But to no avail, at first, she was very adamant that she didn't need Owen's help, but after a few days of frustration, she didn't seem to be as tough as before.

"I don't understand, why don't you just ask Owen for the answer to the puzzle of the game!"

One afternoon before the start of the new semester, a large number of young wizards were copying and writing homework in the auditorium

Although the assignments left by the professors were a piece of cake for Owen, he liked to borrow from Miss Granger. Not why! It's just that I don't want to use my brain.

"Because—" Owen looked up, put down the quill in his hand, and pushed Hermione beside him, and when the little witch looked up at him with those misty eyes, Owen pointed to his cheek, "Kiss and I'll tell you the answer!"

Then he got a roll of his eyes, and Hermione began to work hard again.

「.」 Harry was also speechless, if it was possible, he didn't want to sit across from them for a second, if it weren't for the fact that his homework hadn't been finished.

The ambiguity in front of him hurt Harry very much, and then he complained about Ron again.

He had met Ron in the garden yesterday, but he was indifferent to his greetings, as if he had met a stranger.

That guy who is heavy on color and light on friends has forgotten that he is a student at Hogwarts.

Just as Harry was sad and couldn't help but look in the direction of Ravenclaw, suddenly the sound of wings flying over the auditorium was heard.

It's Hedwig.

It had a thick newspaper in its mouth and threw it on the long table in front of Harry.

"Oh! I saw

You're Owen."

Harry grabbed the newspaper and unfolded it, and the front page featured a picture of Owen and Hermione as they kissed in the auditorium.

Miss Granger just glanced at it, and then lowered her head unnaturally for a moment.

Harry, on the other hand, watched it with interest.

It's just that he's a little confused, "Is Rita Skeeter coming to the ball?" I didn't see her."

"She's everywhere." Owen had asked Harry for the newspaper, which he had planned to crop.

Rita Skeeter's beetle, Animagus, is a rarity in the entire wizarding world.

Unless she's stupid herself, it's harder to catch a beetle in the castle than it is to the sky, and since it's winter, it's already a little easier, and if it's summer, you'll have to tell which one of the ten thousand real beetles is her.

He glanced at the article - he didn't write anything other than portraying him as a thief, vaguely hinting that Hermione was a prodigal girl, probably because he was scared by Miss Granger's fan group last time.

However, as a rising star in the eyes of young wizards in the wizarding world, finding a boyfriend will still have a certain impact on Miss Granger's reputation, although most wizards also start falling in love at this age, but when something happens to them, they will want the world to treat him well, but once it happens to others, they will incarnate the so-called mainstream voice, criticizing you for being too frivolous, how can you establish such an improper relationship between men and women at a young age?

In particular, Britain itself is more conservative than other European countries, and wizarding society is even more conservative than the Muggle world.

"Oh my God!"

"I can't believe this woman is still." Although the photo published in the newspaper made Hermin shy, the text next to the photo made her angry, and she snatched the newspaper from Owen's hand-

- Miss Granger, a powerful and ambitious young wizard with a deep background and fame, seems to be in love with a young wizard with a deep background and fame, and according to reliable sources, after she abandons the poor Bulgarian Quidditch star, Victor Krum, her new boyfriend is a member of the old family Rozier from Paris.

- We don't yet know how this will hit her previous boyfriend, the savior Harry Potter.

Hermione looked a little terrible now, she gritted her teeth, kicked the newspaper in her hand viciously, and clenched her fists as if she wanted to inject all her resentment into it.

It is clear that the little witch has reached some kind of tipping point of anger.

It's easy to think about what she'd done with Rita Skeeter if she did catch her.

"It's worse."

Harry suddenly placed the one in his hand on the table.

It was a huge picture of Hagrid, and his expression was sneaky in the dim light.

Below, a large line of letters reads: Dumbledore's major mistake.

Our special correspondent Rita Skeeter reports that the eccentric Arbus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has always dared to hire controversial teachers. In September, he hired Moody the Mad-Eyed to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts class, a decision that surprised many in the Ministry.

Moody is a notorious evil god who has been an Auror before.

He is known to attack whenever someone suddenly moves in front of him.

However, compared to the half-human and half-demon hired by Dumbledore, Mad-Eye Moody can be regarded as conscientious and responsible, kind and kind.

Hagrid is a large, fierce-looking man who uses his newfound right, the professor of the Magical Beasts Protection Class, to obtain a batch of dangerous creatures forbidden by the Ministry of Magic as teaching materials, and he also participates in some experiments on prohibited creatures.

And the latest evidence shows that he is not a pure-blood wizard at all, not even a pure-blood human, and we can exclusively reveal that his mother is none other than the giantess Friedvafa, whose whereabouts are currently unknown.

"I can't believe it!" After reading the newspaper, Harry looked up at everyone and said angrily, "What about her

How can you slander Hagrid like this, what kind of giant blood, even then? He's a good guy."

"And—" He shifted his voice to look at Hermione, "How did that nasty woman, Skeeter, find out?"

"No matter how she found out, it's a serious problem right now." Owen said calmly.

"Let's not talk about the Giant Half-Blood." He knew that Harry and Hermione came from a Muggle family and didn't know about the creature, and in fact the last time Voldemort was in power, the giants had joined the Death Eaters and caused a large number of horrific attacks, and it was normal for wizards to despise and fear this creature.

"There's no evidence for hybridization, but what about biological experiments? That's a sure thing."

"But that's it, it's enough for the Ministry of Magic to arrest him, and according to the law, he's also imprisoned in Azkaban for at least ten years."

"Oh my God!" Miss Granger covered her mouth in surprise.

They had heard Sirius talk about the notorious wizarding prison, and in his words, the average person could go crazy even for a day, an hour, ten years—I can't imagine it.

"What now?" Harry asked in a panic, Hagrid was his leader in the wizarding world, the hero who took him out of the Vernon family, and he didn't want to see Hagrid imprisoned in Azkaban.

"I don't know, wait for the news, and see how Barty Crouch reacts."

For the next week, Hagrid was nowhere to be seen.

He was not seen at the faculty table during mealtime, and he was not seen on the grounds performing his duties as a hunting ground warden, and Harry had searched for him several times, but he would not show up, hiding in the cabin and drawing the curtains.

At the start of the new semester, even his position was replaced by a substitute teacher, Professor Graplan.

Professor Grapeland was an elderly witch with her gray hair cut short and her chin prominent.

In all fairness, compared to Hagrid, her teaching skills are much better, and she knows how to choose the right magical creatures.

On the first two days of the new semester, she showed the third and fourth grade students the unicorn, which is much more popular than fried snails.

The girls lined up to pet the unicorns, and if they were lucky, they could bring back a few unicorn hairs and souvenirs from the last class, which made them very happy.

With just one move, Professor Graplant cleared all the traces left by Hagrid in this class for a year and a half, and everyone suddenly realized that the Magical Beasts Conservation class was so interesting, and those Magical Beasts had never been as wonderful as they are today.

It was even worse, for Harry, because it evaporated what little sympathy they had had for Hagrid.

He became apprehensive and kept going to Professor McGonagall, and Dumbledore tried to keep Hagrid's professorship, but neither headmaster gave a clear answer.

As time passed, more and more young wizards seemed to like Professor Graplan, and Hagrid's situation gradually deteriorated, and even if he did not end up in Azkaban, his professorship was likely to be replaced.

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