Chapter 155
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 155
Swish!
A orange figure flashed across Amosta's eyes like lightning, and rushed straight to Ron's pocket.
"Oh, damn it!"
Ron subconsciously jumped up from the stool, grabbed Hermione's grinning cat with both hands, and kept it as far away from his cheek as possible, so as not to scratch his eyes blind,
"Can you just mind the bastard, Hermione, this is the second time it's tried to scalp me today!"
"Oh, come on, Crookshanks!"
Hermione, who reacted a little slower, hurriedly snatched her birthday present back from Ron, lest it be strangled to death by Ron, "That's a bit impolite, Crookshanks!"
When the big ginger cat, which was about the size of a young tiger, calmed down, Hermione held it tightly in her arms and taught him a serious lesson. However, the cat named Crookshanks suddenly became gentle, Lying lazily in Hermione's arms licking the cat's paw.
"Impolite? That's all?!" Ron yelled at Hermione angrily, but Hermione just pacified the beast and ignored him at all.
"That mouse—" Amosta rubbed the space between his brows, and pointed in the direction of the stairs.
In the short period of time just now, the mouse with its head sticking out of Ron's pocket moved faster than the big yellow cat. In the blink of an eye, the mouse slid down Ron's trouser legs, nimbly bypassing the messy environment. The wooden legs of the tables and chairs slid into the back of the bar, ran across the aisle at a fast speed, and disappeared at the corner of the stairs.
"Oh, Banban!" After being reminded by Professor Brian, Ron realized that Banban had once again escaped his control. He left several people in the hall and hurriedly chased after him.
"Scabber is a pet that Ron inherited from Percy,"
Noticing that Professor Bryan's expression was a bit out of place, Harry took the initiative to explain, "It's very old, and because it went to Egypt with Mr. Weasley, it's a bit uncomfortable, so Ron is very Worry about it."
"It looks quite energetic--"
Amosta smiled, putting aside the strange feeling that suddenly arose in his heart after a quick glance just now, he responded to Hermione's gaze and said,
"It's never been a problem to deal with Black, Miss Granger, how to find him is the key to the problem." Amosta looked at Harry, her tone became serious,
"I have to remind you, Potter, that if Black is really as loyal to Voldemort as the rumors say, then you must pay attention this school year, if I mean if he is really in the presence of no one else. If we meet you face to face, I think he won't waste too much time on torturing you."
Harry was very clear about what Professor Brian meant, but he wasn't too worried. The reason was because of Dumbledore. Think about it. In the era when Voldemort was the most powerful, he didn't dare to rush into it. With Professor Dumbledore at Hogwarts, Harry didn't believe that Voldemort's henchman was more courageous than his master, and dared to rush into Hogwarts to trouble him.
"Both the Ministry of Magic and Professor Dumbledore know the purpose of Black's escape"
Hermione was a little dissatisfied with Harry's indifference, but she also knew that this was his old problem, no matter how much he reminded him, it was always difficult to change.
"In the next school year, I think the school will definitely have a tight defense. Professor, do you think that even under this situation, that Black can sneak into Hogwarts to murder Harry?"
Amosta stood up, let out an unimpressive breath and stretched,
"Remember my words, Granger, and Potter, never pin your hopes on the incompetence and stupidity of your enemies, otherwise, you'll be making fun of your own life, stop chatting here, it's getting late, You have to get up early tomorrow morning to catch the train, now, go to bed for me."
Amosta did not choose to take the Ministry of Magic bus with Harry, Hermione, and the girls and boys of the Weasleys to King's Cross Station and go to Hogsmeade via the Hogwarts Express. Choose to leave alone.
This is what he and Lupine planned. In the school year when Black has not been arrested, in Hogwarts, Lupine is watching all the clues around the "savior" Harry. defense force.
And Amosta lurks in Hogsmeade, keeping an eye out for signs of trouble around the school.
Of course, the lurking here doesn't have to be to stay in the dark and not let anyone find out, but to not convey to the outside world the signal that he is tracking Black.
In fact, Amosta's plan is not so much to guard against Black, but to be careful of Dumbledore. After a move, I figured out what kind of "flower work".
In the early morning of the next day, at dawn, the pure and comfortable sunlight penetrated through the gaps of the curtains, forming thin, constantly migrating light and shadows on the wooden floor.
"How many times do you want me to stress, Molly, that it wasn't reported in the papers because Fudge wanted to cover up, but Fudge went to Azkaban the night Black escaped.
The gatekeepers told him that for a long time, Black had been talking in his sleep, saying over and over again, 'He's at Hogwarts. Harry's life, let me tell you, he thought killing Harry would make You-Know-Who come back.
The night Harry stopped You-Know-Who, Black lost everything, and he spent 12 years alone in Azkaban thinking about it all day."
In the dark room, Amosta straightened her messy hair in front of the mirror, and suddenly heard the suppressed quarrel from the room next door where the Weasleys lived. For Amosta, whose five senses were particularly sharp due to magic, it was hard not to hear clearly.
No wonder Fudge was so sure that Black would go to Harry, Amosta realized.
I have stayed in Azkaban for more than ten years, and I have been with the dementors day and night. Even so, I still never forget to avenge my old master. To be honest, this "loyalty" moved Amosta a little bit, and he was also emotional Voldemort's 'Charisma'.
"So--"
Amosta looked at Harry, who was lying on his back, sleeping soundly, unconscious, and murmured and smiled,
"Good luck as usual, Potter—"
After saying this, Amosta picked up the suitcase and quietly left the room.
Although the sun has not yet completely escaped from the shackles of the earth, the azure blue from the high sky has already told people that today will be a good day.
Thick and misty clouds rise from the center of the black lake, and with the morning breeze, the Hogwarts Castle standing on the high ground is looming in the clouds and mist. Not far away, a swirling black cloud, just staring at it, makes one's body chill, ruining the beauty of this picture scroll, and even the Hogsmeade wizarding village at the junction of the mountains and forests is also faintly affected by the darkness. Influenced by the clouds, there is depression in the loneliness.
"Ha, caught one. Hands over your head so I can see your wand, sir!"
Just appeared in Hogsmeade Village, in front of the Duke of Bee's candy shop, Amosta was staring at the ominous black cloud, when a solemn and stern voice suddenly appeared behind him.
(End of this chapter)
Swish!
A orange figure flashed across Amosta's eyes like lightning, and rushed straight to Ron's pocket.
"Oh, damn it!"
Ron subconsciously jumped up from the stool, grabbed Hermione's grinning cat with both hands, and kept it as far away from his cheek as possible, so as not to scratch his eyes blind,
"Can you just mind the bastard, Hermione, this is the second time it's tried to scalp me today!"
"Oh, come on, Crookshanks!"
Hermione, who reacted a little slower, hurriedly snatched her birthday present back from Ron, lest it be strangled to death by Ron, "That's a bit impolite, Crookshanks!"
When the big ginger cat, which was about the size of a young tiger, calmed down, Hermione held it tightly in her arms and taught him a serious lesson. However, the cat named Crookshanks suddenly became gentle, Lying lazily in Hermione's arms licking the cat's paw.
"Impolite? That's all?!" Ron yelled at Hermione angrily, but Hermione just pacified the beast and ignored him at all.
"That mouse—" Amosta rubbed the space between his brows, and pointed in the direction of the stairs.
In the short period of time just now, the mouse with its head sticking out of Ron's pocket moved faster than the big yellow cat. In the blink of an eye, the mouse slid down Ron's trouser legs, nimbly bypassing the messy environment. The wooden legs of the tables and chairs slid into the back of the bar, ran across the aisle at a fast speed, and disappeared at the corner of the stairs.
"Oh, Banban!" After being reminded by Professor Brian, Ron realized that Banban had once again escaped his control. He left several people in the hall and hurriedly chased after him.
"Scabber is a pet that Ron inherited from Percy,"
Noticing that Professor Bryan's expression was a bit out of place, Harry took the initiative to explain, "It's very old, and because it went to Egypt with Mr. Weasley, it's a bit uncomfortable, so Ron is very Worry about it."
"It looks quite energetic--"
Amosta smiled, putting aside the strange feeling that suddenly arose in his heart after a quick glance just now, he responded to Hermione's gaze and said,
"It's never been a problem to deal with Black, Miss Granger, how to find him is the key to the problem." Amosta looked at Harry, her tone became serious,
"I have to remind you, Potter, that if Black is really as loyal to Voldemort as the rumors say, then you must pay attention this school year, if I mean if he is really in the presence of no one else. If we meet you face to face, I think he won't waste too much time on torturing you."
Harry was very clear about what Professor Brian meant, but he wasn't too worried. The reason was because of Dumbledore. Think about it. In the era when Voldemort was the most powerful, he didn't dare to rush into it. With Professor Dumbledore at Hogwarts, Harry didn't believe that Voldemort's henchman was more courageous than his master, and dared to rush into Hogwarts to trouble him.
"Both the Ministry of Magic and Professor Dumbledore know the purpose of Black's escape"
Hermione was a little dissatisfied with Harry's indifference, but she also knew that this was his old problem, no matter how much he reminded him, it was always difficult to change.
"In the next school year, I think the school will definitely have a tight defense. Professor, do you think that even under this situation, that Black can sneak into Hogwarts to murder Harry?"
Amosta stood up, let out an unimpressive breath and stretched,
"Remember my words, Granger, and Potter, never pin your hopes on the incompetence and stupidity of your enemies, otherwise, you'll be making fun of your own life, stop chatting here, it's getting late, You have to get up early tomorrow morning to catch the train, now, go to bed for me."
Amosta did not choose to take the Ministry of Magic bus with Harry, Hermione, and the girls and boys of the Weasleys to King's Cross Station and go to Hogsmeade via the Hogwarts Express. Choose to leave alone.
This is what he and Lupine planned. In the school year when Black has not been arrested, in Hogwarts, Lupine is watching all the clues around the "savior" Harry. defense force.
And Amosta lurks in Hogsmeade, keeping an eye out for signs of trouble around the school.
Of course, the lurking here doesn't have to be to stay in the dark and not let anyone find out, but to not convey to the outside world the signal that he is tracking Black.
In fact, Amosta's plan is not so much to guard against Black, but to be careful of Dumbledore. After a move, I figured out what kind of "flower work".
In the early morning of the next day, at dawn, the pure and comfortable sunlight penetrated through the gaps of the curtains, forming thin, constantly migrating light and shadows on the wooden floor.
"How many times do you want me to stress, Molly, that it wasn't reported in the papers because Fudge wanted to cover up, but Fudge went to Azkaban the night Black escaped.
The gatekeepers told him that for a long time, Black had been talking in his sleep, saying over and over again, 'He's at Hogwarts. Harry's life, let me tell you, he thought killing Harry would make You-Know-Who come back.
The night Harry stopped You-Know-Who, Black lost everything, and he spent 12 years alone in Azkaban thinking about it all day."
In the dark room, Amosta straightened her messy hair in front of the mirror, and suddenly heard the suppressed quarrel from the room next door where the Weasleys lived. For Amosta, whose five senses were particularly sharp due to magic, it was hard not to hear clearly.
No wonder Fudge was so sure that Black would go to Harry, Amosta realized.
I have stayed in Azkaban for more than ten years, and I have been with the dementors day and night. Even so, I still never forget to avenge my old master. To be honest, this "loyalty" moved Amosta a little bit, and he was also emotional Voldemort's 'Charisma'.
"So--"
Amosta looked at Harry, who was lying on his back, sleeping soundly, unconscious, and murmured and smiled,
"Good luck as usual, Potter—"
After saying this, Amosta picked up the suitcase and quietly left the room.
Although the sun has not yet completely escaped from the shackles of the earth, the azure blue from the high sky has already told people that today will be a good day.
Thick and misty clouds rise from the center of the black lake, and with the morning breeze, the Hogwarts Castle standing on the high ground is looming in the clouds and mist. Not far away, a swirling black cloud, just staring at it, makes one's body chill, ruining the beauty of this picture scroll, and even the Hogsmeade wizarding village at the junction of the mountains and forests is also faintly affected by the darkness. Influenced by the clouds, there is depression in the loneliness.
"Ha, caught one. Hands over your head so I can see your wand, sir!"
Just appeared in Hogsmeade Village, in front of the Duke of Bee's candy shop, Amosta was staring at the ominous black cloud, when a solemn and stern voice suddenly appeared behind him.
(End of this chapter)
