"It's the mudbloods!"

"The master's goal!"

"Damn it!" Female Death Eater.

Cast the ultimate defense, then dodge to the right to bypass the spell.

The tingling pain in her arm made her angry.

It is unforgivable that he was deflated at the hands of a little wizard!

Once she was on her feet, she swung her wand in response, and the tip of the wand lit up with a blinding light, and at a glance she knew that her next spell was no ordinary thing.

"Don't dwell on it."

At this time, beside her, her companion, who had already withdrawn his wand, suddenly stopped her, "Someone from the castle is coming." ”

Sure enough, when she looked up into the distance, the mad-eyed man Moody was running towards them like a mad dog.

His speed was extremely fast, and the powerful bounce brought by the alchemy prosthetic body on his leg made him look like he was flying when he jumped up.

Behind them, the Aurors from Hogsmeade also noticed something strange ahead, and were hurrying towards here.

If they don't leave, they will be surrounded.

"Humph!" The woman snorted coldly.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes behind the mask.

After glaring at Hermione viciously.

A strange spell came out of his mouth, and then a white light lit up.

In the next second, a powerful and unsettling vibration came from the ground.

"Boom!"

A wave of terror rushed straight in.

Everyone present didn't have time to dodge, and the air flow carried the snowflakes and buried the person in an instant.

When the short dust passed, and a few people waved their robes to shake off the snowflakes on their bodies, they looked around again, and the two people in front of them were long gone.

"Damn it!"

The sound was like an angry lion roaring, and it was Moody's figure.

His eyes widened, then he turned to look at Barty Crouch, "You should hold on a little longer and hold them both down!" ”

"Damn, these rats in the gutter are getting more and more active now." He looked around uneasily, looking at the marks left by Hermione's battle with the two Death Eaters.

"You're the Auror!" Barty Crouch roared, the day's events reminded him of Fudge.

The guy died in a house in Hogsmeade.

Killed directly by someone with a killing curse.

And just now - I don't know if it's an illusion or if it's my own high concentration.

He always felt that the Death Eater who had cast the Killing Curse on him had given the spell a brief pause.

He was able to cast the spell faster.

"I know, Crouch!" Moody responded, "That's why you should leave the Ministry with an Auror instead of an embroidered pillow!" ”

He glanced at Umbridge, who had fallen in the snow and had just been blown up by the current, and had only a head buried.

"Now is not the time for you to go your own way!"

Others don't know, but Moody's knows it in his heart.

Kingsley's Auror Office, and Rufus Scrimgeur, the director, were all cleared of the Ministry's power core.

And Amelia Bones, the head of the Auror Office, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, is about to be overthrown by him.

"I know what I'm doing!" Barty Crouch still had a cold face, but his rarely dodging eyes revealed his panic about the attack he had just attacked.

At this time, the Aurors also rushed over, and Kingsley led the team.

They split up in two groups, one to find the two Death Eaters, and the other to escort the Minister to Hogsmeade.

"You didn't stop it?" Kingsley looked at Moody. There was something reproachful in the tone.

"It's a pity I don't have wings!!" Moody roared.

Then he stared angrily at Crouch in the distance, "This guy is getting more and more stubborn." ”

"Sooner or later, this will kill him!"

After all, he ignored Kingsley.

Instead, he turned his head to Miss Granger and Harry, "Now, you two will go back to the castle at once." He snapped, and then, as if driving ducks to the shelves, drove the two of them towards the castle.

If it had been before, he would have gone after the two Death Eaters.

But—now, he's a professor first, and an Auror second.

And looking at the flaming and scary Moody, Kingsley didn't have much to say.

Crouch didn't trust him, and he wasn't a short walk from Hogsmeade Village to Hogwarts Castle.

Who would have thought that someone would attack in the middle of this.

"Hey!" He sighed, tomorrow the Aurors will not have a good time.

It looks like the wizarding world of Britain is going to have another bloody storm.

On the other side, Percy was in a dilemma.

Emotionally, he wanted to go back to the castle with Moody, after all, Granger had just helped him, and it was only natural to say thank you in the past.

But at the thought of the attack on the Minister of Magic, he knew he was about to get busy.

sighed.

Percy and Kingsley walked straight to Hogsmeade.

Both of them tacitly ignored Umbridge, who was still lying in the snow, with half of his face exposed, and was unconscious.

Maybe they really didn't realize that there was such a person.

——————

The other side.

Hogwarts Castle.

Rumors spread quickly about the Minister of Magic being attacked by the Death Eaters.

At least Dumbledore knew about it before Harry and Hermione arrived at the Headmaster's office.

"Stay here, don't go anywhere." Moody's warned them.

For this group of lawless little wizards, he can be regarded as having experience in dealing with them.

Anyway, it's a point deduction, or it's to find the deans of each college. He's already comfortable coping with it.

Dumbledore was likewise of the same opinion.

He then left the office with Moody's.

It didn't take them to think about it, they should have gone to Hogsmeade to find Barty Crouch.

After all, it was the Minister of Magic, not a cat or a dog, and just think of it, the murder of another respectable Minister at Hogwarts was the biggest headline of the year.

It's enough to make people talk about it for a whole year, if not longer.

Because of Fudge's death, there are still people talking about it.

With two Wizards dying at Hogwarts in such a short period of time, it's easy to make conspiracy theories run wild, such as the Minister's death, someone behind it.

Dumbledore didn't care much about his reputation, and if someone threw dirt at him, he would probably listen happily to see what kind of funny nonsense you could come up with.

But he could not tolerate someone slandering Hogwarts.

"It was really thrilling just now!" Harry said quickly that Ron was in the office at this time, and the trio was once again combined.

He stepped forward and excitedly told Ron what had just happened.

"Oh my God! Have you met the Death Eaters? "Ron couldn't believe it, why were there Death Eaters around the school again?

Hey, why use it.

"An attack on the Minister of Magic." Harry added.

"Of course Percy is there."

"Percy? Is he okay. Ron hurriedly asked.

"It's fine. Hermione arrived just in time. ”

"But—" Ron suddenly frowned, "why did they attack Barty Crouch?" I mean, since last year's war, the Aurors have been purging for a whole year, and even the man's most loyal dogleg, that Bella, has been arrested, so why should they be exposed? ”

"Revenge, perhaps?" Harry said.

"Then why now? Assault on the Minister of Magic near Hogwarts? Ron pointed to his own head, and the implication was obvious.

"I always feel like there's some conspiracy!" Harry added.

The two chatted passionately, but Miss Granger focused on the alchemy items on Dumbledore's desk.

She didn't know what these things were used for, but now she could feel the magic and workings of them.

Harry didn't bother her.

He knew that Hermione had been a little absent-minded lately, that she needed to rest, and everyone knew that, but no one could persuade her.

While Hermione studied the alchemy tools, Harry began to look around.

"Hello, Fawkes." He said, then said hello.

Professor Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes perched on a golden perch by the door, and Harry had seen him a lot.

After all, they were regular visitors to the principal's office.

- Fawkes was the size of a swan, with brilliant red and gold feathers, and it shook its long tail feathers and winked at Harry in a friendly manner.

Harry then looked over the wall behind the desk, where the worn, patched Sorting Hat rested on the shelf.

In a glass case next to it sat a glittering silver sword with a large ruby encrust on the hilt.

Gryffindor Sword!

The first game was when Hermione used it against the alchemy golems.

After that, she returned the sword.

Neither Harry nor Ron could figure it out.

Why did Hermione give the sword back.

Owen was right, the sword was a relic of Godric Gryffindor, and when there was no heir, it belonged to Hogwarts, but now that there is an heir, the sword should belong to Hermione.

Hermione could have taken the sword for herself.

That's what this little Gryffindor wizard thinks.

Of course, this has nothing to do with which sword they want to play.

Uh-huh – no!

Harry stared at the sword with fiery eyes, imagining the heroic scene of himself raising his sword against the dragon.

And just as he fell into fantasies.

Suddenly, a flash of silver light shifted his attention away from the Gryffindor longsword to the rest of the cabinet.

Immediately afterward, he noticed that there was a black cabinet in the wooden cabinet with an unclosed door, and a bright silver light was shining inside.

Harry hesitated, then walked over and opened the door, which was filled with a shallow stone basin.

"What is this?" Harry muttered confusedly.

"Meditation basin." At this time, Miss Granger's voice came, "A top-notch magical alchemy creation, this was given to Professor Dumbledore by Nicolamay, in the Advanced Alchemy Guide and the Ancient Alchemy Decoded."

She stopped.

Then there was no more speech.

"Meditation basin?" Harry sighed slightly, "Deciphering Ancient Alchemy" is Owen's book.

It was clear that it reminded her of him again.

"What is this for?" Harry looked back at the shallow stone basin in the cupboard.

Then he changed the subject.

There are many glass bottles around the stone basin in front of you.

It contained some kind of white liquid.

The mouth of the basin had a strange carving: it was full of letters and symbols he didn't recognize, and the silver light came from the contents of the basin.

He couldn't tell if it was a liquid or a gas.

If I had to describe it, it was like a mist, constantly flowing, as if the surface of the water rippled in the breeze, and then spread out and swirled softly like a cloud, and it would turn into liquid light and condensed into solid wind......

All in all, it's amazing.

Harry was completely mesmerized by the magical view in front of him.

The thought struck him to reach out and touch the 'mist' to see what it would be like.

In the end, though, at the end.

He had already raised his hand.

But I still held back.

After all, he is already in the fourth grade, and he is not a first-grade hairy boy.

This kind of foolish casual touching of unfamiliar magical objects is no different from suicide.

Many magic traps have a brilliant appearance.

But once touched, poisoning, curses, parasitism, explosions, every danger you can think of can happen.

"You can touch it with your hands." Hermione stood behind him and whispered.

"The meditation basin is a precious alchemical prop used to preserve the thoughts and memories in the mind."

Touching the meditation basin, she explained, "Just put the memory in it, and you can use it to re-embody that memory, in an immersive way."

For wizards who know a lot of secrets, combing through their memories often helps them discover details that they didn't notice at the time. ”

Hermione stared at the 'mist' that was tumbling in the meditation basin.

Her brown eyes seemed to be able to see through the magic.

Something in my head.

That is, it can be seen without using a meditation basin, and in the days to come, it will be played on a loop.

And these images only bring sting, it is sharper than any blade in the world.

It was an invisible blade called the past.

"Cool!" Ron squeezed in, too.

"With this, I will be able to relive the happy memories of the past."

"Hah! I'm going to put the World Cup in"

Harry stomped on Ron.

The guy screamed in pain, then reacted, and he saw Hermione's expression grow more and more depressed.

"Well, I mean, that's a good thing, isn't it?" He was a little embarrassed, and then winked at Harry.

Potter, who understood it, also hurriedly said, "It's a good thing." Look—what is this silver thing? ”

"Hermione, you know what?"

"It's a memory!" It was half a minute before she spoke.

Ron stirred the silver mass with his wand, and all of a sudden, the contents of the meditation basin became transparent.

"Memory?" Harry watched curiously, his head down, lower and lower.

He seemed to see something.

Some scenes, and then — 'Poof! ’

In the next second, he was pressed into the meditation basin by his good brother Ron.

"Ron!! Harry didn't suspect Hermione for a moment.

Because he knew that only Ron could do such a thing.

As he struggled, the scene in front of him was rapidly changing, and Dumbledore's office suddenly collapsed.

Harry noticed that his hair didn't suffocate as he had thought he had hit the bottom of the basin or fallen into the lake.

It was as if he had entered a strange world.

He fell in a cold, pitch-black mass as if sucked into a black vortex......

Then, he saw clearly, it was a dimly lit room.

Harry thought it might be underground, as there were no windows around it, only torches stuck in the wall brackets like Hogwarts, and he saw rows of wizards sitting on stepped benches around them, with an empty chair in the center of the room.

The chair has an ominous feel to it, as it has chains wrapped around its armrests, as if it were used to tie people.

He looked up at the high stone ceiling, wanting to see the water.

But all he could see was dark, solid stones.

The surrounding scenery made Harry feel more like a dungeon.

There was a bleak and gloomy atmosphere in the room, with no pictures on the walls, no ornamentation, only rows of dense benches on all sides, which were lined up in a staircase, and the chairs with chains were clearly visible from all the seats.

"What is this place?"

Harry was confused, even a little flustered.

After all, I suddenly came to such an eerie and terrifying place.

"This is the Inquisition Hall of the Ministry of Magic." Ron's voice rang in his ears.

Harry turned his head and saw Ron fall from the ceiling as well.

The two looked around, and in the room, there were at least two hundred wizards.

They all looked solemn and dressed in ancient and exquisite costumes dominated by dark tones, giving people an invisible pressure.

"You know this?"

"I've seen them here and George, Fred." Ron said, "There used to be a couple of wizards every year who seriously misused Muggle items, even violating the Secrecy Act, and they would be put on trial here. ”

"Here? Judging what? Harry asked again.

"The trial deserves to be imprisoned in Azkaban!" Ron explained, "This is the 10th courtroom, the site used by the Ministry of Magic to try the worst crimes, and few of the people who can be brought here can get out without guilt.

At least three years of Azkaban to start. ”

“.” Harry shuddered, but it was just some Muggle item—as for it?

Also, the more a wizard uses Muggle items, counts as a crime?

What kind of evil law is this!

The train to Hogwarts is there!

It was the Muggles who invented the train, and how- the wizard who modified the train was not punished?

There is also radio.

Printing press.

Projector.

There are so many Muggle machines in the wizarding world, how can they turn a blind eye?

Co-authoring will only comfort oneself and not allow others to enjoy it?

All of a sudden, Harry developed a certain disgust and resistance to the laws of magic.

"Hermione will definitely repeal these laws!" He said firmly, then turned around to see another wizard fall from the ceiling.

It's Hermione.

"So, we're in some memory of Dumbledore now?" Harry looked around, suddenly his breath became short, and he seemed very excited, this kind of sneaking into the headmaster's secrets was really exciting.

(End of chapter)