Harry and Ron were obviously happy with what had happened to Malfoy, but they had different expectations, Ron was fed up with Malfoy's mockery of his family's poverty when he had nothing to do, so he hoped that it would bankrupt the Malfoy family, so that Malfoy would never be able to show off his family's wealth in front of him again.

And Harry's thoughts are also very simple, he just wants Malfoy's parents to be restless because of this, and even afraid to fly away, so that Malfoy will not be able to stay at Hogwarts, and Hagrid's crisis may be resolved because of this.

"It's not that simple, Harry!"

Hermione patted the pile of information related to magical beasts hurting people on the table, and her expression was grim,

"We all know that Malfoy's father is no ordinary person, and if it weren't for Professor Blaine's timely handling of the basilisk and the notes left by the mysterious man last semester, Lucius Malfoy, who has the ability to control the entire school council, might have actually kicked Professor Dumbledore out of Hogwarts, but--"

"Professor Dumbledore won't lose to that kind of thing!" Harry said dismissively.

"Listen to me, Harry!"

Hermione glared at Harry, who was not convinced, and spoke quickly,

"Anyway, we must admit that Lucius Malfoy is a pivotal figure in the wizarding world, he has a close relationship with many Ministry of Magic officials, including the Minister of Magic, and now, the Malfoy family is in trouble, but he didn't ask for help from the Ministry of Magic, and there was no report in the newspapers, but Malfoy came to Professor Snape!"

"SO WHAT, HERMIONE," ŴŴŴ.

Ron puffed out his cheeks and said a little unhappily,

"The Fudge guys are greedy politicians, they're friends with Malfoy's dad just for the Malfoys' money, and I'm willing to bet that if they do provoke the big guys, the Fudge guys will just sit idly by!"

"The problem is,"

Hermione's clear yellow pupils shone with a provocative face, and she folded her arms and asked,

"What kind of wizard do you think would make the Minister of Magic jealous, Ron? Do you two think that it was Professor Dumbledore who threatened Lucius Malfoy? ”

"There are many great wizards who are not famous,"

Ron pulled the silver coin out of his pocket and dangled it in front of Hermione's eyes,

"If Malfoy's father offended a wizard of Professor Blaine's level, I don't think the Ministry of Magic would be of a limited role."

Ron wished Malfoy bad luck, this desire was so strong that he didn't care much about who threatened Malfoy's parents and what the purpose was, seeing this, Hermione closed her mouth sensibly, and quietly wondered why Malfoy sneaked up on Snape?

"Maybe--"

Harry's turquoise eyes, which had been pondering for a while, began to glow, and he said in a tone of hope,

"Could it be Blake?"

Harry's thought was so jumpy that Hermione and Ron looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

"Think about it, Ron, Hermione,"

But Harry, apparently thinking he had come up with a guess close to the truth, said with great interest,

"Blake escaped from that prison called Azkaban to avenge Voldemort, and for this purpose he has endured twelve years of suffering, trying to slip out from under the noses of those Dementors..., he wants to kill me, there is no doubt about it, but when he finds out that his former colleagues, you know who I am talking about..., deceiving the world with lies, pretending that he has never followed Voldemort, and is still living a glamorous life outside, I guess he will not be able to bear it!

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and as he pondered, he said to Ron and Hermione, who were still silent,

"Blake should have wanted to come to me first..., but I didn't find the opportunity, I stayed with Professor Bryne during the summer vacation, and after entering Hogwarts, he found that he couldn't break through those Dementors...,

So, he turned to Lucius Malfoy and asked him to order Draco Malfoy to find a way to get me out of school...

But Lucius, who had been kicked out of the school board by Dumbledore, apparently didn't have the guts to do so, so Black threatened to kill the family if they didn't... Today's newspaper report made Malfoy realize that the Ministry of Magic couldn't do anything with Black, so he secretly enlisted Snape for help--"

"Dude, I just found out--"

As Harry narrated, Ron's mouth widened as he glared at Harry, his expression looking as funny as he coquenished.

"You've got the true biography of that big liar Lockhart, and your level of storytelling is much higher than his!"

Poof!

Ron's statement made Hermione amused and embarrassed at the same time, she glared at Ron hatefully, turned her gaze to Harry, who insisted on himself, and said sympathetically,

"Blake is putting too much pressure on you, Harry, I think you should go back to your dorm and get some rest now."

Theoretically, Harry's guess wasn't out of the question, but it was something that could neither be confirmed nor falsified by guessing, unless, the three of them were going to go back to Myrtle's bathroom to boil a pot of polyjuice potion!

"Say,"

The little wizards in the Gryffindor common room were almost gone, and Ron, who was walking towards the dormitory with a sigh, suddenly remembered something, he stopped at the corner of the spiral staircase, and looked at the stairs of the girls' dormitory opposite with a confused frown,

"How I feel like we've forgotten to ask Hermione something..."

.........

The sun rises and the moon sets, the clouds roll up, time passes quietly in fatigue, and the years are engraved with eternity in the plain.

When the bright moon of the night before was hung on the branches today, a corner was obviously missing, but the stars that exuded mysterious magic embedded in the endless abyss were still bright, and on the high slope, taking advantage of the bright moon and stars, dozens of mouse families were moving away from the high slope overnight, for fear that one step at night would be 'driven away' by the madman who stayed in that broken house all day.

Countless pieces of parchment filled with calculations and configurations became the new floors in the living rooms and kitchens of the Screaming Shed, and in the foyer, trash cans about the height of the first-year wizards were filled with slime from the corpses of rats, frogs, spiders, and some foxes.

The dusty room has now been replaced by a strong smell of blood, and the shattering souls and evil magic of countless creature creatures that have made the house known as the 'Screaming Shack' a veritable name.

In the blink of an eye, the dark waves that swept across the living room and the vague roar in the air signaled the beginning of a new attempt, and in the kitchen, the rat whose limbs were crudely nailed to the stone platform slipped and its black eyes were filled with fear instincts, and it stared in horror at the terrible tentacles formed by the black smoke that were approaching it, and let out a terrible wail—

Bang!

As with hundreds of previous attempts, the experiment failed again!

Bang!

Grim-faced, Amosta threw his wand on the table and kicked the door to the table between the dishes.

Compared to a month ago, the image of Amosta, who had not closed his eyes for almost forty hours, was much worse, his originally soft and clean gray hair seemed to be glued to form strands of hairlocks, lilac pupils were crisscrossed with bloodshots, his eye circles were black, his lips were dry, and the wizard's robe was stained with dried blood, and the whole person looked like a homeless man.

"What the hell went wrong!"

Amosta scratched her itchy hair hatefully, her tone revealing unwillingness.

Amosta had taken apart every detail of the principles and practices of the calculations and tried to study and demonstrate them repeatedly, but he could not find a single problem, but he could not imprint the curse into the soul of a living being, and he had never encountered such a difficult situation since he had been practicing magic innovation alone, including studying the magic that stored magic in the eyes!





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