Chapter 179 Master Screenwriter
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 179 Master Screenwriter
Harry and Ron were obviously happy with what happened to Malfoy, but their expectations were different. Ron had had enough of Malfoy mocking his family's poverty when he had nothing to do, so he hoped this would happen even more. Let the Malfoy family go bankrupt, so that Malfoy will never be able to show off the family's wealth in front of him in the future.
And Harry's thoughts are also very simple, he only wants Malfoy's parents to be restless because of this, and even scared to fly away. If this is the case, Malfoy can't continue to stay in Hogwarts, and Hagrid's crisis may be resolved because of this. lifted.
"It's not that simple, Harry!"
Hermione patted a stack of materials on the table related to magical animals hurting people, with a serious expression on her face,
"We all know that Malfoy's father is not an ordinary person. Last semester, if it weren't for Professor Brian's timely resolution of the basilisk and the notebook left by the mysterious man, Lucius Malfoy, who has the ability to control the entire school board It is possible to actually drive Professor Dumbledore out of Hogwarts, but—"
"Professor Dumbledore will not lose to that kind of thing!" Harry said dismissively.
"Listen to me, Harry!"
Hermione glared at the unconvinced Harry, speaking quickly,
"No matter what, we must admit that Lucius Malfoy is a pivotal figure in the magic world. He has a close relationship with many officials of the Ministry of Magic, including the Minister of Magic. Now that the Malfoy family is in trouble, he Instead of seeking help from the Ministry of Magic, and there were no relevant reports in the newspapers, Malfoy came to find Professor Snape instead!"
"So what, Hermione,"
Ron puffed his cheeks and said a little unhappy,
"Fudge and his gang are greedy politicians. They only want to be friends with Malfoy's father for the Malfoy family's money. I bet if they really provoke someone powerful, Fudge and his gang will just stand by and watch!"
"the question is that,"
The provocative Hermione's bright yellow pupils sparkled, she crossed her arms and asked,
"What kind of wizard do you think would scare the Minister of Magic, Ron? Would you two think it was Professor Dumbledore who threatened Lucius Malfoy?"
"There are many great wizards who are not well-known,"
Ron took the silver coin out of his pocket and dangled it in front of Hermione's eyes.
"If Malfoy's father offends a wizard of Professor Blaine's level, I think the Ministry of Magic can play a very limited role."
Ron wished for Malfoy's 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 shut her mouth rationally , quietly thinking about why Malfoy would sneak up on Snape?
"Maybe--"
After pondering for a while, Harry's green eyes began to shine, and he said in a hopeful tone,
"Could it be Blake?"
Harry's thought was too jumpy, and Hermione and Ron looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.
"Think about it, Ron, Hermione,"
But Harry obviously thought that he had thought of a guess that was close to the truth, and he said with great interest,
"Blake escaped from the prison called Azkaban to avenge Voldemort. To achieve this goal, he has suffered for 12 years and tried every means to slip out of those dementors. He wants to kill me. There is no doubt about it, but when he found out that his former colleagues, you know who I'm talking about, lied to the world, pretended that he had never followed Voldemort, and was still living a glamorous life outside, I guess he couldn't bear it This breath!
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Ron and Hermione who were still silent while thinking,
"Black probably wanted to come to me first, but he didn't find the opportunity. I stayed with Professor Brian during the summer vacation. 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 was kicked out of the school board by Dumbledore, obviously didn't have the guts to do so, so Black threatened to kill their family if they didn't follow through. The report in today's newspaper made Malfoy realize that the Ministry of Magic didn't take Black at all. way, so he sneaked up to Snape for help--"
"Dude, I just found out—"
As Harry narrated, Ron's mouth gradually opened wide, and he stared at Harry with an expression as funny as it looked,
"You have already obtained the true biography of Lockhart, that great liar. Your level of storytelling is much higher than his!"
puff!
Ron's statement made Hermione both funny and ashamed. She glared at Ron bitterly, then turned to Harry who insisted on speaking, and said sympathetically,
"Black is putting too much pressure on you, Harry, I think you should go back to the dormitory and take a good rest now."
Theoretically speaking, Harry's guess is not impossible, but guessing alone is something that can neither be confirmed nor falsified, unless the three of them are going to continue to cook a pot of compound soup in Myrtle's bathroom potion out!
"Say,"
The little wizards in the Gryffindor common room had almost dispersed. Ron, who was breathing heavily and walking towards the dormitory, suddenly remembered something. He stopped at the corner of the spiral staircase, frowned in confusion and looked at the girls' dormitory opposite. stairs,
"Why do I feel like we forgot to ask Hermione some questions?"
The sun rises and the moon sets, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, time passes quietly in the burnout, and the years engrave eternity in the plain.
When the bright and complete moon from the previous night hung on the branches today, it was obviously missing a corner, but the stars embedded in the endless abyss exuding mysterious magic power were still shining brightly. On the high slope, taking advantage of the bright moon and stars, dozens of mouse families He was moving away from Gaopo overnight, for fear that if he took one step at night, he would be 'killed' by the lunatics who stayed in that crumbling house all day.
Numerous sheets of parchment filled with calculation formulas and configuration diagrams became the new floors of the living room and kitchen of the Screaming Shack. In the foyer, the trash cans about the height of a first-year little wizard were filled with rats, frogs, spiders, and The slime made from the corpses of some foxes.
The original dusty room has now been replaced by a strong smell of blood that cannot be dispelled. The broken souls and evil magic power of countless dead little creatures make this house named 'Screaming Shed' worthy of its name. .
A wave of quiet waves sweeping across the living room in the blink of an eye and a vague roar in the air indicate that a new round of attempts has started again. In the kitchen, the mouse's limbs were roughly nailed to the stone platform, and the black eyes of the mouse Filled with fear instincts, it stared in horror at the terrifying tentacles formed of gathered black smoke that were approaching itself, and let out a mournful whine—
boom!
Like hundreds of thousands of previous attempts, the experiment failed again!
Clang!
With a livid face, Amosta threw his wand on the table and kicked the door of the dish room away.
Compared with a month ago, the image of Amosta, who has not closed his eyes for almost [-] hours, is much worse. The originally soft and clean gray hair formed strands of locks as if glued together, lavender His pupils were crisscrossed with bloodshot eyes, his eye circles were black, his lips were dry, and coupled with his wizard robes stained with dried blood, he looked like a tramp.
"What the hell is wrong!"
Amosta scratched his itchy hair resentfully, with a resignation in his tone.
Amosta has disassembled and repeatedly researched and demonstrated every detail of the calculation principle and practice, but he has never been able to find any problems, but he just couldn't imprint the curse into the souls of creatures. He had never encountered such a difficult situation when he studied the magic that stored magic power in his eyes!
(End of this chapter)
Harry and Ron were obviously happy with what happened to Malfoy, but their expectations were different. Ron had had enough of Malfoy mocking his family's poverty when he had nothing to do, so he hoped this would happen even more. Let the Malfoy family go bankrupt, so that Malfoy will never be able to show off the family's wealth in front of him in the future.
And Harry's thoughts are also very simple, he only wants Malfoy's parents to be restless because of this, and even scared to fly away. If this is the case, Malfoy can't continue to stay in Hogwarts, and Hagrid's crisis may be resolved because of this. lifted.
"It's not that simple, Harry!"
Hermione patted a stack of materials on the table related to magical animals hurting people, with a serious expression on her face,
"We all know that Malfoy's father is not an ordinary person. Last semester, if it weren't for Professor Brian's timely resolution of the basilisk and the notebook left by the mysterious man, Lucius Malfoy, who has the ability to control the entire school board It is possible to actually drive Professor Dumbledore out of Hogwarts, but—"
"Professor Dumbledore will not lose to that kind of thing!" Harry said dismissively.
"Listen to me, Harry!"
Hermione glared at the unconvinced Harry, speaking quickly,
"No matter what, we must admit that Lucius Malfoy is a pivotal figure in the magic world. He has a close relationship with many officials of the Ministry of Magic, including the Minister of Magic. Now that the Malfoy family is in trouble, he Instead of seeking help from the Ministry of Magic, and there were no relevant reports in the newspapers, Malfoy came to find Professor Snape instead!"
"So what, Hermione,"
Ron puffed his cheeks and said a little unhappy,
"Fudge and his gang are greedy politicians. They only want to be friends with Malfoy's father for the Malfoy family's money. I bet if they really provoke someone powerful, Fudge and his gang will just stand by and watch!"
"the question is that,"
The provocative Hermione's bright yellow pupils sparkled, she crossed her arms and asked,
"What kind of wizard do you think would scare the Minister of Magic, Ron? Would you two think it was Professor Dumbledore who threatened Lucius Malfoy?"
"There are many great wizards who are not well-known,"
Ron took the silver coin out of his pocket and dangled it in front of Hermione's eyes.
"If Malfoy's father offends a wizard of Professor Blaine's level, I think the Ministry of Magic can play a very limited role."
Ron wished for Malfoy's 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 shut her mouth rationally , quietly thinking about why Malfoy would sneak up on Snape?
"Maybe--"
After pondering for a while, Harry's green eyes began to shine, and he said in a hopeful tone,
"Could it be Blake?"
Harry's thought was too jumpy, and Hermione and Ron looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.
"Think about it, Ron, Hermione,"
But Harry obviously thought that he had thought of a guess that was close to the truth, and he said with great interest,
"Blake escaped from the prison called Azkaban to avenge Voldemort. To achieve this goal, he has suffered for 12 years and tried every means to slip out of those dementors. He wants to kill me. There is no doubt about it, but when he found out that his former colleagues, you know who I'm talking about, lied to the world, pretended that he had never followed Voldemort, and was still living a glamorous life outside, I guess he couldn't bear it This breath!
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Ron and Hermione who were still silent while thinking,
"Black probably wanted to come to me first, but he didn't find the opportunity. I stayed with Professor Brian during the summer vacation. 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 was kicked out of the school board by Dumbledore, obviously didn't have the guts to do so, so Black threatened to kill their family if they didn't follow through. The report in today's newspaper made Malfoy realize that the Ministry of Magic didn't take Black at all. way, so he sneaked up to Snape for help--"
"Dude, I just found out—"
As Harry narrated, Ron's mouth gradually opened wide, and he stared at Harry with an expression as funny as it looked,
"You have already obtained the true biography of Lockhart, that great liar. Your level of storytelling is much higher than his!"
puff!
Ron's statement made Hermione both funny and ashamed. She glared at Ron bitterly, then turned to Harry who insisted on speaking, and said sympathetically,
"Black is putting too much pressure on you, Harry, I think you should go back to the dormitory and take a good rest now."
Theoretically speaking, Harry's guess is not impossible, but guessing alone is something that can neither be confirmed nor falsified, unless the three of them are going to continue to cook a pot of compound soup in Myrtle's bathroom potion out!
"Say,"
The little wizards in the Gryffindor common room had almost dispersed. Ron, who was breathing heavily and walking towards the dormitory, suddenly remembered something. He stopped at the corner of the spiral staircase, frowned in confusion and looked at the girls' dormitory opposite. stairs,
"Why do I feel like we forgot to ask Hermione some questions?"
The sun rises and the moon sets, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, time passes quietly in the burnout, and the years engrave eternity in the plain.
When the bright and complete moon from the previous night hung on the branches today, it was obviously missing a corner, but the stars embedded in the endless abyss exuding mysterious magic power were still shining brightly. On the high slope, taking advantage of the bright moon and stars, dozens of mouse families He was moving away from Gaopo overnight, for fear that if he took one step at night, he would be 'killed' by the lunatics who stayed in that crumbling house all day.
Numerous sheets of parchment filled with calculation formulas and configuration diagrams became the new floors of the living room and kitchen of the Screaming Shack. In the foyer, the trash cans about the height of a first-year little wizard were filled with rats, frogs, spiders, and The slime made from the corpses of some foxes.
The original dusty room has now been replaced by a strong smell of blood that cannot be dispelled. The broken souls and evil magic power of countless dead little creatures make this house named 'Screaming Shed' worthy of its name. .
A wave of quiet waves sweeping across the living room in the blink of an eye and a vague roar in the air indicate that a new round of attempts has started again. In the kitchen, the mouse's limbs were roughly nailed to the stone platform, and the black eyes of the mouse Filled with fear instincts, it stared in horror at the terrifying tentacles formed of gathered black smoke that were approaching itself, and let out a mournful whine—
boom!
Like hundreds of thousands of previous attempts, the experiment failed again!
Clang!
With a livid face, Amosta threw his wand on the table and kicked the door of the dish room away.
Compared with a month ago, the image of Amosta, who has not closed his eyes for almost [-] hours, is much worse. The originally soft and clean gray hair formed strands of locks as if glued together, lavender His pupils were crisscrossed with bloodshot eyes, his eye circles were black, his lips were dry, and coupled with his wizard robes stained with dried blood, he looked like a tramp.
"What the hell is wrong!"
Amosta scratched his itchy hair resentfully, with a resignation in his tone.
Amosta has disassembled and repeatedly researched and demonstrated every detail of the calculation principle and practice, but he has never been able to find any problems, but he just couldn't imprint the curse into the souls of creatures. He had never encountered such a difficult situation when he studied the magic that stored magic power in his eyes!
(End of this chapter)
