Chapter 260 Abnormal Concern
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 260 Abnormal Concern
What happened to Remus?
When Remus Lupine left the owl shack and disappeared around the corner of the stairs at the other end of the narrow corridor, Scabbers was still on Malfoy's shoulder, looking out the door, his small dark eyes revealing thought.
He knew his old friend well, he had a cautious personality, but he was extremely pedantic at worst.
Today is Christmas, a day of family reunion, if it is not a very important matter, Remus will not rush to write a letter to Amosta Bryan during this important festival!
Crabbe on the side lifted the grilled lamb chops to Malfoy's shoulders, and Scabber landed on Crabbe's swollen palm with a leap, thinking about this question while gnawing on the lamb chops.
According to his past habits, he didn't want to be nosy at this dangerous moment when he would fall into the abyss if he made a wrong step, but he couldn't pretend that he didn't care about this issue, because now at Hogwarts, what else? Things that could make Remus lose his mind?
It could only have something to do with Sirius Black!
Could it be that Remus has connected with Black and completed the 'information reconciliation? '
quack!
Banban's heart speeded up suddenly, and in a daze, he bit down on the hard sheep bone, almost knocking off his front teeth.
Inside the stinking owl hut, a series of painful 'chirps' came to mind.
But, is this wrong?
After a while, Banban calmed down and fell into deep thought again. If Remus really knew that he had betrayed James and Lily's whereabouts back then, then Dumbledore should be the first person he notified. There was no doubt that Scabbers knew exactly what Dumbledore meant to Remus.
But no matter what, something important must have happened at school, and he didn't know anything about it.
This will not work!
Ban Ban rubbed the red and swollen tooth plate with a paw missing a finger, and this thought came to his mind.
Now that he has left the little boy from the Weasley family, but is still squatting in the school, he was able to erase the memory of the three hapless fools, Slytherin, but he risked being caught by Dumbledore and Bray. En found the risk of enslaving them.
The purpose of Banban's doing this is not just to facilitate the stealing of food, he must ensure that he can know the first-hand information. Banban, who has gone through the cruel war years, is very aware of the importance of information.
It seems that Dumbledore still hasn't returned, and Remus's letter writing also shows that Amosta Bryan is also not in school, so in this case, the danger of going out for activities seems not so high.
Swallowing the scorched mutton in his mouth, Banban stared at the peaceful white world through the window for a long time, finally made up his mind.
In the decorated auditorium full of festive atmosphere, all the long tables of the college used to eat were moved to the wall, and a dining table that could accommodate a dozen people was placed in the center of the auditorium.
By the time the three of Harry sent the eye-catching Firebolt back to the dormitory and went down to the auditorium again, most of the seats were occupied except for the deans of the four colleges and Filch who was wearing a moldy tuxedo. Overwhelmed by students stranded in the school.
"Come on, Potter!"
Professor McGonagall stood up and waved to the three of them, his tone was much gentler than usual in class,
"Before Dumbledore left, he specially told me to bring some festive atmosphere to the children in school!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat side by side at the end of the table, but it was obvious that the atmosphere among the three of them was not particularly harmonious, because they had just had another quarrel in the common room, and the subject of the quarrel was , undoubtedly the Firebolt that fell from the sky.
Hermione thought that since Professor Lupine had given instructions, Harry should obey his order and send the broom to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick for inspection before Professor Brayne returned to school.
And sometimes Ron, who has a particularly clever head, immediately retorted,
"Suggestion, that's just a suggestion, don't you understand, Hermione, Lupine didn't tell Harry to do that, we can keep the Firebolt in our hands for now, and send it to Professor Bryan for examination when he comes back, Big deal, until then we don't use it!"
"You're playing around, Ron!"
Hermione's cheeks were pink, she said angrily.
It is clear at a glance which of the two choices is beneficial and which is disadvantageous.
Harry didn't think much, and made a choice that was more in line with his own wishes—just kidding, it was a Firebolt, and ordinary wizards would never touch its perfectly streamlined broom handle in their lifetime, even if the broom was really tricky, Harry I would also like to keep it for a few more days.
"So--"
Professor McGonagall smiled and watched the three little wizards of Gryffindor sit down. After looking around, he found that all the little wizards were waiting for her to give a speech.
"I have nothing to say, folks. Oh, just one thing, eat it!"
The ethereal sound of the clash of knives and forks immediately came to mind in the auditorium. Harry bent over to pick up a baked potato. Suddenly, the sound of thumping footsteps from the foyer attracted everyone's attention.
It's Malfoy—
He seemed to have just run wildly for a while, his hair was wet, and his pale cheeks were dripping with sweat.
Harry and Ron looked at each other calmly, both feeling a little strange, but in the next second, Snape asked the confusion in their hearts for them.
"Why only you, Draco,"
Professor Snape stared at Malfoy suspiciously and said,
"Where's Crabbe and Goyle?"
"They're full, so they didn't come, Professor—" Malfoy answered the question dryly.
puff!
Ron laughed out loud.
Crabbe and Goyle still have enough to eat?This is almost an anecdote at Hogwarts.
Harry immediately elbowed Ron because old Snape the Bat was staring at Ron coldly.
Even Ron could see that this was complete nonsense, and Snape had no reason not to see it. He raised his chin and squinted his eyes. There was imperceptible worry and hatred hidden in his dark eyes.
There were not many places left at the table, and Malfoy didn't have many choices. After dawdling for a few seconds, he sat between Snape and Professor McGonagall with some reluctance.
"Professor Lupine, as far as I know, he should still be in school, why didn't he come?"
The ripples caused by the bad joke just now had just calmed down, and Malfoy's thoughtless question once again disrupted the eating rhythm of a group of people who were having a Christmas dinner.
too weird!
Harry and Ron immediately cast their gazes at Malfoy, and even Hermione, who was hesitating whether to talk to Professor McGonagall in private, blinked at Malfoy.
Malfoy actually cared if Professor Lupine came to dinner? !
"Surprises me, Draco?" Snape looked at Malfoy suspiciously. "I always thought you didn't like him very much."
"Um--"
Malfoy seemed to realize the abruptness of his question, he pursed his lips, and said quickly,
"I've just mailed my father a letter from the Owl Shack, and Professor Lupine has come to post—"
Snape wanted to ask something else, but Professor McGonagall interrupted him and said unhappily
"This is where the Christmas dinner is, Severus, not the courtroom of the Ministry of Magic."
After all, Professor McGonagall looked at Malfoy again, with gratified eyes,
"I'm afraid it's because of another illness. Professor Lupine greeted me before, saying that he has no appetite, but if I ask him, if he knows how much you care about him, Mr. Malfoy, he will certainly not mind sitting down and sitting down." --"
In addition to the turmoil caused at the beginning, in general, Malfoy's performance during the two-hour Christmas dinner was quite normal, which made Harry lose his interest in paying attention to him, and instead talked with Ron at the dinner table. And Hermione whispered about the information that Malfoy had just revealed,
"You think—"
Harry was chewing on the tender and juicy steak, and using the candlestick to block the sight of the professors, he asked in a low voice,
"Malfoy said that he met Professor Lupine sending a letter. Could it be that he asked about my Firebolt?"
Hermione, who was sipping pumpkin soup, rolled her eyes speechlessly,
"In my opinion, Professor Lupine cares more about 'Parchment' than that Firebolt of unknown origin!"
(End of this chapter)
What happened to Remus?
When Remus Lupine left the owl shack and disappeared around the corner of the stairs at the other end of the narrow corridor, Scabbers was still on Malfoy's shoulder, looking out the door, his small dark eyes revealing thought.
He knew his old friend well, he had a cautious personality, but he was extremely pedantic at worst.
Today is Christmas, a day of family reunion, if it is not a very important matter, Remus will not rush to write a letter to Amosta Bryan during this important festival!
Crabbe on the side lifted the grilled lamb chops to Malfoy's shoulders, and Scabber landed on Crabbe's swollen palm with a leap, thinking about this question while gnawing on the lamb chops.
According to his past habits, he didn't want to be nosy at this dangerous moment when he would fall into the abyss if he made a wrong step, but he couldn't pretend that he didn't care about this issue, because now at Hogwarts, what else? Things that could make Remus lose his mind?
It could only have something to do with Sirius Black!
Could it be that Remus has connected with Black and completed the 'information reconciliation? '
quack!
Banban's heart speeded up suddenly, and in a daze, he bit down on the hard sheep bone, almost knocking off his front teeth.
Inside the stinking owl hut, a series of painful 'chirps' came to mind.
But, is this wrong?
After a while, Banban calmed down and fell into deep thought again. If Remus really knew that he had betrayed James and Lily's whereabouts back then, then Dumbledore should be the first person he notified. There was no doubt that Scabbers knew exactly what Dumbledore meant to Remus.
But no matter what, something important must have happened at school, and he didn't know anything about it.
This will not work!
Ban Ban rubbed the red and swollen tooth plate with a paw missing a finger, and this thought came to his mind.
Now that he has left the little boy from the Weasley family, but is still squatting in the school, he was able to erase the memory of the three hapless fools, Slytherin, but he risked being caught by Dumbledore and Bray. En found the risk of enslaving them.
The purpose of Banban's doing this is not just to facilitate the stealing of food, he must ensure that he can know the first-hand information. Banban, who has gone through the cruel war years, is very aware of the importance of information.
It seems that Dumbledore still hasn't returned, and Remus's letter writing also shows that Amosta Bryan is also not in school, so in this case, the danger of going out for activities seems not so high.
Swallowing the scorched mutton in his mouth, Banban stared at the peaceful white world through the window for a long time, finally made up his mind.
In the decorated auditorium full of festive atmosphere, all the long tables of the college used to eat were moved to the wall, and a dining table that could accommodate a dozen people was placed in the center of the auditorium.
By the time the three of Harry sent the eye-catching Firebolt back to the dormitory and went down to the auditorium again, most of the seats were occupied except for the deans of the four colleges and Filch who was wearing a moldy tuxedo. Overwhelmed by students stranded in the school.
"Come on, Potter!"
Professor McGonagall stood up and waved to the three of them, his tone was much gentler than usual in class,
"Before Dumbledore left, he specially told me to bring some festive atmosphere to the children in school!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat side by side at the end of the table, but it was obvious that the atmosphere among the three of them was not particularly harmonious, because they had just had another quarrel in the common room, and the subject of the quarrel was , undoubtedly the Firebolt that fell from the sky.
Hermione thought that since Professor Lupine had given instructions, Harry should obey his order and send the broom to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick for inspection before Professor Brayne returned to school.
And sometimes Ron, who has a particularly clever head, immediately retorted,
"Suggestion, that's just a suggestion, don't you understand, Hermione, Lupine didn't tell Harry to do that, we can keep the Firebolt in our hands for now, and send it to Professor Bryan for examination when he comes back, Big deal, until then we don't use it!"
"You're playing around, Ron!"
Hermione's cheeks were pink, she said angrily.
It is clear at a glance which of the two choices is beneficial and which is disadvantageous.
Harry didn't think much, and made a choice that was more in line with his own wishes—just kidding, it was a Firebolt, and ordinary wizards would never touch its perfectly streamlined broom handle in their lifetime, even if the broom was really tricky, Harry I would also like to keep it for a few more days.
"So--"
Professor McGonagall smiled and watched the three little wizards of Gryffindor sit down. After looking around, he found that all the little wizards were waiting for her to give a speech.
"I have nothing to say, folks. Oh, just one thing, eat it!"
The ethereal sound of the clash of knives and forks immediately came to mind in the auditorium. Harry bent over to pick up a baked potato. Suddenly, the sound of thumping footsteps from the foyer attracted everyone's attention.
It's Malfoy—
He seemed to have just run wildly for a while, his hair was wet, and his pale cheeks were dripping with sweat.
Harry and Ron looked at each other calmly, both feeling a little strange, but in the next second, Snape asked the confusion in their hearts for them.
"Why only you, Draco,"
Professor Snape stared at Malfoy suspiciously and said,
"Where's Crabbe and Goyle?"
"They're full, so they didn't come, Professor—" Malfoy answered the question dryly.
puff!
Ron laughed out loud.
Crabbe and Goyle still have enough to eat?This is almost an anecdote at Hogwarts.
Harry immediately elbowed Ron because old Snape the Bat was staring at Ron coldly.
Even Ron could see that this was complete nonsense, and Snape had no reason not to see it. He raised his chin and squinted his eyes. There was imperceptible worry and hatred hidden in his dark eyes.
There were not many places left at the table, and Malfoy didn't have many choices. After dawdling for a few seconds, he sat between Snape and Professor McGonagall with some reluctance.
"Professor Lupine, as far as I know, he should still be in school, why didn't he come?"
The ripples caused by the bad joke just now had just calmed down, and Malfoy's thoughtless question once again disrupted the eating rhythm of a group of people who were having a Christmas dinner.
too weird!
Harry and Ron immediately cast their gazes at Malfoy, and even Hermione, who was hesitating whether to talk to Professor McGonagall in private, blinked at Malfoy.
Malfoy actually cared if Professor Lupine came to dinner? !
"Surprises me, Draco?" Snape looked at Malfoy suspiciously. "I always thought you didn't like him very much."
"Um--"
Malfoy seemed to realize the abruptness of his question, he pursed his lips, and said quickly,
"I've just mailed my father a letter from the Owl Shack, and Professor Lupine has come to post—"
Snape wanted to ask something else, but Professor McGonagall interrupted him and said unhappily
"This is where the Christmas dinner is, Severus, not the courtroom of the Ministry of Magic."
After all, Professor McGonagall looked at Malfoy again, with gratified eyes,
"I'm afraid it's because of another illness. Professor Lupine greeted me before, saying that he has no appetite, but if I ask him, if he knows how much you care about him, Mr. Malfoy, he will certainly not mind sitting down and sitting down." --"
In addition to the turmoil caused at the beginning, in general, Malfoy's performance during the two-hour Christmas dinner was quite normal, which made Harry lose his interest in paying attention to him, and instead talked with Ron at the dinner table. And Hermione whispered about the information that Malfoy had just revealed,
"You think—"
Harry was chewing on the tender and juicy steak, and using the candlestick to block the sight of the professors, he asked in a low voice,
"Malfoy said that he met Professor Lupine sending a letter. Could it be that he asked about my Firebolt?"
Hermione, who was sipping pumpkin soup, rolled her eyes speechlessly,
"In my opinion, Professor Lupine cares more about 'Parchment' than that Firebolt of unknown origin!"
(End of this chapter)
