Chapter 508 Farewell to Hopkirk
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 508 Farewell to Hopkirk
I made a typo, it should be [Chapter 5 Ten]
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A flash of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the windows outside the fifth floor of [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries] pale white. In the dark night... the rain continued to flow from the glass indistinctly.
boom!
After Barty Crouch left here angrily and slammed the door shut, only McGuffin was left in the room.
He fiddled with the little Guffins in his hands, and placed them in front of him like playing chess. Hearing the squeaks of the little ones, he felt very heavy in his heart.
McGuffin wondered who Crouch was?
Old Crouch, or Young Crouch?
What is the purpose of this guy coming to him?
After this meeting, he had an indescribable feeling, like entering the Amazon jungle naked. He knew that there was a fatal crisis in all directions, but he didn't know what to do now?
Bang, bang, bang!
There were three more knocks on the door outside.
"Please come in!"
——Who is it again?
McGuffin looked up.
Ms. Hopkirk, wearing a hospital gown, walked in step by step with a weak and shaking body.
And she was followed by a monster that was very familiar and strange to McGuffin,
The skin on its face, arms, and hands is shriveled, and all the flesh is covered with a layer of dead gray leather.
That face... can't be described in words.
Its lips are like dried apple skin, wrinkled and sticking to the teeth or bones; the nose is tightly shrunk like old bark crumpled up, and the two nostrils are deep and round, standing vertically on the face as if cut off, and the white bones can even be seen exposed; the whole eyeball feels like it is forced into the two eye sockets.
The two arms were so weak that they hung down on both sides of the thighs as if they were hung by ropes.
But this thing hunched over and walked very briskly.
If it wasn't for the support of this thing... Hopkirk wouldn't have walked in front of McGuffin so easily.
McGuffin remembered what the monster was.
Kim Rick?
The wizard who guards the gates of the Ministry of Magic! !
'It' does have traces of this wizard between its eyebrows and eyes.
This--
McGuffin looked at Hopkirk again in horror,
From this point of view, this witch is indeed a bit abnormal. Although her appearance and figure seem to have returned to the original... the appearance that McGuffin had seen a few days ago, even... even went a step further, looking younger and more beautiful.
But her posture and appearance are like a pieced together porcelain doll, her skin is white and shiny, which is very abnormal.
If she hadn't been supported by the monster in front of her, she would almost look like she was about to fall apart after taking a breath.
Even after only taking these two steps, this previously extremely serious and rigid witch was still as weak as if she had run a marathon for several kilometers, panting, and looked like she was about to pass out.
She sat on the other side of the MacGuffin bed, breathing heavily.
The monster that Kim Rick transformed into was by her side like a loyal servant.
There was no spark of wisdom in those cloudy eyes, just like a pool of stagnant water without any waves.
What happened to the two of them... It made McGuffin shudder.
Voldemort's curse must be the main reason, and the Ministry of Magic and [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic] must also be involved... If I hadn't been of some use to Dumbledore now... there would definitely not be many people who would go to great lengths to help a little Muggle wizard.
McGuffin couldn't imagine that his end would be better than theirs.
"Ms. Hopkirk... you? This is?" McGuffin asked.
Hopkirk didn't answer McGuffin's question, instead she looked back at the door in the ward.
Looking at the little things fighting and messing around with McGuffin again... She also looked at the rather strange sack on his head, and then the witch slowly said, "What does Barty Crouch want from you? Albert!"
"Um, nothing... he wants to know what happened at the Ministry of Magic that night? Wants to know who..."
McGuffin opened his mouth and didn't continue, he didn't know if Hopkirk really understood what happened that night.
After all, they are in such an alienated situation.
"That man...you mean the Dark Lord? Right?" Hopkirk coughed violently, gasped for breath, and said, firmly holding the railing beside the bed.
"You...you know it!"
"Attack the Ministry of Magic... who can be proficient in such evil and powerful black magic... who else but the mysterious man? Turn the two of us into this kind of appearance... If I don't know... I can't find out clearly, then it would be better to become like Kim Rick..."
As Ms. Hopkirk's emotions became agitated, cracks opened in her skin, and some kind of strange black and green magic light emitted from it.
She seemed to have noticed this, tightly pinching the quilt and railing, breathing slowly, and calmed down the abnormal situation.
"Ma'am? You..."
McGuffin was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she couldn't speak. Although her own situation was not much better, but in Hopkirk's situation, it was obvious that she couldn't even control her magic power.
"nothing!"
Hopkirk took out a thin-neck bottle containing a bright green aerosol from her pocket, and then pointed it at her nostrils and inhaled fiercely. A burst of green immediately appeared on her face, as if wearing a mask made of plasticine.
It took about a minute or two before it returned to normal.
"Albert! Look... see what's going on with Kim Rick and me now?" After a moment of silence, Hopkirk was different from the old-fashioned and obstinate obedience to the laws and regulations of the Ministry of Magic. Instead, his tone was full of resentment.
"One has become an irrational monster, and the other can't even perform the most basic tricks... And I don't know how long this fragile magic balance can last..."
Hopkirk talked to himself very bitterly and resentfully.
Hopkirk seemed to know that what he said to McGuffin was not of much use, and he quickly brought the topic back to the Barty Crouch he just mentioned.
"MacGuffin Albert! You should know better than me what happened that night... But there is one thing...I'm afraid no one will tell you, even Dumbledore..."
"Is there a problem with Mr. Barty Crouch?"
"How do you know!" Hopkirk was very surprised, and she continued, "After receiving your test report on the abuse of magic in the Muggle residence, I found an undercurrent in the Ministry... put your report on my desk. Most of these people are pure-blood wizards..."
"I felt something was wrong, so I deliberately took a vacation and pushed the matter to those guys... But I didn't expect Barty Crutch to come forward directly and put pressure on me to handle it myself..."
"After what happened that night, especially after I came back to life, I found a lot of doubts in it. Especially the shadows behind this incident... are all related to Crouch."
Not just Barty Crouch.
And those guys from the Ministry of Magic...
McGuffin suddenly realized that after Voldemort's early resurrection... the butterfly effect was not just one or two points. The Ministry of Magic's rotten institution like a sieve must have many double-featured or even triple-featured speculators. It was like smelling the smell of toilet sewers.
Even, McGuffin suddenly remembered whether Dumbledore also played a role in it.
Although this guy is unlikely to mix with Voldemort, he must have his own purpose, and this purpose does not care about his own feelings and thoughts.
He didn't have the slightest sense of trust in the integrity of this old fox.
"In short, you have to be careful of Barty Cratch... If possible, try to leave London...or even leave Europe..." Hopkirk instructed, with a hint of farewell in his words.
"Ma'am! Are you leaving here?"
"Well, I can feel the remaining magic power of the black curse on my body. It is my body's constant weakness... a dull pain, reminding me of the darkness wriggling in the land under my feet..."
"Listen, Albert! Evil is on the rise...London is a powder keg right now!"
"...And Fudge has not yet seen this dangerous omen, and continues to promote what he calls 'unprecedented' grand events...making Hogwarts about to become a huge storm eye...I have never seen such a situation, every wizard is celebrating, and every wizard has a worrying conclusion to the scene in front of him..."
"But the irony is that they worry about the imminent threat and arrogantly think that this disaster will not happen to them. I'm sure that in the not-too-distant future, the Muggle world and the wizarding world will be turned upside down by these two things."
"If I were you... I would take this opportunity to leave Hogwarts while being hospitalized now... take my family and leave London, and at least wait until this year and next year pass before returning. These warnings... are my apologies for making you like this."
Hopkirk spoke to MacGuffin very earnestly.
McGuffin had a little faith in the hapless witch in front of him.
However, he took a look at the [Blood Curse] that had not yet been lifted on the system...'The percentage of brain areas occupied by miscellaneous thoughts'...and Voldemort's hatred value that he wanted to cut himself into grass, and he knew that Hopkirk's proposal was just an afterglow of the setting sun that was out of reach, an illusory illusion that he would never be able to touch.
However, McGuffin did not explicitly deny Hopkirk's suggestion, but instead asked, "Ma'am, do you...have you decided where to go?"
"I'm going to New Zealand, and I have a friend who works in a magical secret society there... She should help me settle in."
Hopkirk looked a little angry and uncomfortable. She looked at the monster beside her, and continued, "Besides, the magical society there is much more tolerant of aliens than Yankees and Europe... With the way we two are now, going there is the best choice."
The two went on to talk about some other topics, and finally said goodbye.
After Hopkirk took the monster transformed by the Jinrik wizard away, McGuffin fell into deep thought again.
It should be said that the news brought by Hopkirk did not exceed his expectations, but... it only confirmed some guesses in his mind.
"The powder keg... the eye of the storm..." McGuffin muttered.
Ugh!
He sighed.
It's not that he doesn't know McGuffin, it's just that he's right in the center of the eye of the storm right now, and his ass is already stuffed with gunpowder... It's too late to escape now.
We can only see who is blown to pieces in the end.
After a sneer, McGuffin lay down on his back, and his thoughts immediately drifted away to the Hogwarts auditorium where the party was being held... Harry, Hermione and the others.
What are they doing again?
……
The Great Hall of Hogwarts is still so magnificent.
Or even more spectacular.
The original auditorium was big enough, but this year when Harry and the other students walked into the usual dining place, they found that it was almost like a giant's room.
The area of the auditorium has been expanded by almost three to four times, and the dome is high above... The thousands of floating candles that could be seen before, now look at those candles like stars dotted in the night sky, although they are shining, they are far away and small;
The long table that could almost fill the entire hall was insignificant now, Harry and the others walked for a while before arriving at the long table of Gryffindor and sitting down;
The original large glass windows on both sides of the wall became even more astonishingly large. They stood tall and pierced into the darkness.
The staff table at the top of the Great Hall was so far away from the young wizards that it now looked like the Minister of Magic's podium.
The little wizards talked about this change,
The yelling sound echoed in the extremely empty auditorium.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked past the students of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, and then sat at one of the four long tables with other Gryffindor students.
When passing by these students, Harry heard that many students already had a general idea of what would happen in the school later, and also knew what this change meant. They were noisy and very excited.
As Malfoy said, Hogwarts is indeed going to host...the so-called 'Top Ten Tournament'.
There are not many people who know this news.
Proving once again that the so-called Ministry of Magic Statutes of Secrecy are a well-known joke.
And Harry also saw that LS Malfoy cowered and tried to sit next to the bloody Baron, the ghost of Slytherin, to avoid harassment from Millicent and others.
In the end, Harry and the others sat next to the Gryffindor ghost, Nearly Headless Nick.
Nick was dressed extremely solemnly today, and his attire had the same aesthetic taste as the lady's lace evening dress abandoned by Ron.
A pearl white, translucent tights, with a particularly large ruff at the neck layered on top of each other, and the same kind of lace on the wrists, and Nick's lower body is wearing leggings, or the 'famous' men's stockings...
In short, judging from the ghost's attire... I also know that there will be a big event to be announced soon!
(End of this chapter)
I made a typo, it should be [Chapter 5 Ten]
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A flash of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the windows outside the fifth floor of [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries] pale white. In the dark night... the rain continued to flow from the glass indistinctly.
boom!
After Barty Crouch left here angrily and slammed the door shut, only McGuffin was left in the room.
He fiddled with the little Guffins in his hands, and placed them in front of him like playing chess. Hearing the squeaks of the little ones, he felt very heavy in his heart.
McGuffin wondered who Crouch was?
Old Crouch, or Young Crouch?
What is the purpose of this guy coming to him?
After this meeting, he had an indescribable feeling, like entering the Amazon jungle naked. He knew that there was a fatal crisis in all directions, but he didn't know what to do now?
Bang, bang, bang!
There were three more knocks on the door outside.
"Please come in!"
——Who is it again?
McGuffin looked up.
Ms. Hopkirk, wearing a hospital gown, walked in step by step with a weak and shaking body.
And she was followed by a monster that was very familiar and strange to McGuffin,
The skin on its face, arms, and hands is shriveled, and all the flesh is covered with a layer of dead gray leather.
That face... can't be described in words.
Its lips are like dried apple skin, wrinkled and sticking to the teeth or bones; the nose is tightly shrunk like old bark crumpled up, and the two nostrils are deep and round, standing vertically on the face as if cut off, and the white bones can even be seen exposed; the whole eyeball feels like it is forced into the two eye sockets.
The two arms were so weak that they hung down on both sides of the thighs as if they were hung by ropes.
But this thing hunched over and walked very briskly.
If it wasn't for the support of this thing... Hopkirk wouldn't have walked in front of McGuffin so easily.
McGuffin remembered what the monster was.
Kim Rick?
The wizard who guards the gates of the Ministry of Magic! !
'It' does have traces of this wizard between its eyebrows and eyes.
This--
McGuffin looked at Hopkirk again in horror,
From this point of view, this witch is indeed a bit abnormal. Although her appearance and figure seem to have returned to the original... the appearance that McGuffin had seen a few days ago, even... even went a step further, looking younger and more beautiful.
But her posture and appearance are like a pieced together porcelain doll, her skin is white and shiny, which is very abnormal.
If she hadn't been supported by the monster in front of her, she would almost look like she was about to fall apart after taking a breath.
Even after only taking these two steps, this previously extremely serious and rigid witch was still as weak as if she had run a marathon for several kilometers, panting, and looked like she was about to pass out.
She sat on the other side of the MacGuffin bed, breathing heavily.
The monster that Kim Rick transformed into was by her side like a loyal servant.
There was no spark of wisdom in those cloudy eyes, just like a pool of stagnant water without any waves.
What happened to the two of them... It made McGuffin shudder.
Voldemort's curse must be the main reason, and the Ministry of Magic and [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic] must also be involved... If I hadn't been of some use to Dumbledore now... there would definitely not be many people who would go to great lengths to help a little Muggle wizard.
McGuffin couldn't imagine that his end would be better than theirs.
"Ms. Hopkirk... you? This is?" McGuffin asked.
Hopkirk didn't answer McGuffin's question, instead she looked back at the door in the ward.
Looking at the little things fighting and messing around with McGuffin again... She also looked at the rather strange sack on his head, and then the witch slowly said, "What does Barty Crouch want from you? Albert!"
"Um, nothing... he wants to know what happened at the Ministry of Magic that night? Wants to know who..."
McGuffin opened his mouth and didn't continue, he didn't know if Hopkirk really understood what happened that night.
After all, they are in such an alienated situation.
"That man...you mean the Dark Lord? Right?" Hopkirk coughed violently, gasped for breath, and said, firmly holding the railing beside the bed.
"You...you know it!"
"Attack the Ministry of Magic... who can be proficient in such evil and powerful black magic... who else but the mysterious man? Turn the two of us into this kind of appearance... If I don't know... I can't find out clearly, then it would be better to become like Kim Rick..."
As Ms. Hopkirk's emotions became agitated, cracks opened in her skin, and some kind of strange black and green magic light emitted from it.
She seemed to have noticed this, tightly pinching the quilt and railing, breathing slowly, and calmed down the abnormal situation.
"Ma'am? You..."
McGuffin was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she couldn't speak. Although her own situation was not much better, but in Hopkirk's situation, it was obvious that she couldn't even control her magic power.
"nothing!"
Hopkirk took out a thin-neck bottle containing a bright green aerosol from her pocket, and then pointed it at her nostrils and inhaled fiercely. A burst of green immediately appeared on her face, as if wearing a mask made of plasticine.
It took about a minute or two before it returned to normal.
"Albert! Look... see what's going on with Kim Rick and me now?" After a moment of silence, Hopkirk was different from the old-fashioned and obstinate obedience to the laws and regulations of the Ministry of Magic. Instead, his tone was full of resentment.
"One has become an irrational monster, and the other can't even perform the most basic tricks... And I don't know how long this fragile magic balance can last..."
Hopkirk talked to himself very bitterly and resentfully.
Hopkirk seemed to know that what he said to McGuffin was not of much use, and he quickly brought the topic back to the Barty Crouch he just mentioned.
"MacGuffin Albert! You should know better than me what happened that night... But there is one thing...I'm afraid no one will tell you, even Dumbledore..."
"Is there a problem with Mr. Barty Crouch?"
"How do you know!" Hopkirk was very surprised, and she continued, "After receiving your test report on the abuse of magic in the Muggle residence, I found an undercurrent in the Ministry... put your report on my desk. Most of these people are pure-blood wizards..."
"I felt something was wrong, so I deliberately took a vacation and pushed the matter to those guys... But I didn't expect Barty Crutch to come forward directly and put pressure on me to handle it myself..."
"After what happened that night, especially after I came back to life, I found a lot of doubts in it. Especially the shadows behind this incident... are all related to Crouch."
Not just Barty Crouch.
And those guys from the Ministry of Magic...
McGuffin suddenly realized that after Voldemort's early resurrection... the butterfly effect was not just one or two points. The Ministry of Magic's rotten institution like a sieve must have many double-featured or even triple-featured speculators. It was like smelling the smell of toilet sewers.
Even, McGuffin suddenly remembered whether Dumbledore also played a role in it.
Although this guy is unlikely to mix with Voldemort, he must have his own purpose, and this purpose does not care about his own feelings and thoughts.
He didn't have the slightest sense of trust in the integrity of this old fox.
"In short, you have to be careful of Barty Cratch... If possible, try to leave London...or even leave Europe..." Hopkirk instructed, with a hint of farewell in his words.
"Ma'am! Are you leaving here?"
"Well, I can feel the remaining magic power of the black curse on my body. It is my body's constant weakness... a dull pain, reminding me of the darkness wriggling in the land under my feet..."
"Listen, Albert! Evil is on the rise...London is a powder keg right now!"
"...And Fudge has not yet seen this dangerous omen, and continues to promote what he calls 'unprecedented' grand events...making Hogwarts about to become a huge storm eye...I have never seen such a situation, every wizard is celebrating, and every wizard has a worrying conclusion to the scene in front of him..."
"But the irony is that they worry about the imminent threat and arrogantly think that this disaster will not happen to them. I'm sure that in the not-too-distant future, the Muggle world and the wizarding world will be turned upside down by these two things."
"If I were you... I would take this opportunity to leave Hogwarts while being hospitalized now... take my family and leave London, and at least wait until this year and next year pass before returning. These warnings... are my apologies for making you like this."
Hopkirk spoke to MacGuffin very earnestly.
McGuffin had a little faith in the hapless witch in front of him.
However, he took a look at the [Blood Curse] that had not yet been lifted on the system...'The percentage of brain areas occupied by miscellaneous thoughts'...and Voldemort's hatred value that he wanted to cut himself into grass, and he knew that Hopkirk's proposal was just an afterglow of the setting sun that was out of reach, an illusory illusion that he would never be able to touch.
However, McGuffin did not explicitly deny Hopkirk's suggestion, but instead asked, "Ma'am, do you...have you decided where to go?"
"I'm going to New Zealand, and I have a friend who works in a magical secret society there... She should help me settle in."
Hopkirk looked a little angry and uncomfortable. She looked at the monster beside her, and continued, "Besides, the magical society there is much more tolerant of aliens than Yankees and Europe... With the way we two are now, going there is the best choice."
The two went on to talk about some other topics, and finally said goodbye.
After Hopkirk took the monster transformed by the Jinrik wizard away, McGuffin fell into deep thought again.
It should be said that the news brought by Hopkirk did not exceed his expectations, but... it only confirmed some guesses in his mind.
"The powder keg... the eye of the storm..." McGuffin muttered.
Ugh!
He sighed.
It's not that he doesn't know McGuffin, it's just that he's right in the center of the eye of the storm right now, and his ass is already stuffed with gunpowder... It's too late to escape now.
We can only see who is blown to pieces in the end.
After a sneer, McGuffin lay down on his back, and his thoughts immediately drifted away to the Hogwarts auditorium where the party was being held... Harry, Hermione and the others.
What are they doing again?
……
The Great Hall of Hogwarts is still so magnificent.
Or even more spectacular.
The original auditorium was big enough, but this year when Harry and the other students walked into the usual dining place, they found that it was almost like a giant's room.
The area of the auditorium has been expanded by almost three to four times, and the dome is high above... The thousands of floating candles that could be seen before, now look at those candles like stars dotted in the night sky, although they are shining, they are far away and small;
The long table that could almost fill the entire hall was insignificant now, Harry and the others walked for a while before arriving at the long table of Gryffindor and sitting down;
The original large glass windows on both sides of the wall became even more astonishingly large. They stood tall and pierced into the darkness.
The staff table at the top of the Great Hall was so far away from the young wizards that it now looked like the Minister of Magic's podium.
The little wizards talked about this change,
The yelling sound echoed in the extremely empty auditorium.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked past the students of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, and then sat at one of the four long tables with other Gryffindor students.
When passing by these students, Harry heard that many students already had a general idea of what would happen in the school later, and also knew what this change meant. They were noisy and very excited.
As Malfoy said, Hogwarts is indeed going to host...the so-called 'Top Ten Tournament'.
There are not many people who know this news.
Proving once again that the so-called Ministry of Magic Statutes of Secrecy are a well-known joke.
And Harry also saw that LS Malfoy cowered and tried to sit next to the bloody Baron, the ghost of Slytherin, to avoid harassment from Millicent and others.
In the end, Harry and the others sat next to the Gryffindor ghost, Nearly Headless Nick.
Nick was dressed extremely solemnly today, and his attire had the same aesthetic taste as the lady's lace evening dress abandoned by Ron.
A pearl white, translucent tights, with a particularly large ruff at the neck layered on top of each other, and the same kind of lace on the wrists, and Nick's lower body is wearing leggings, or the 'famous' men's stockings...
In short, judging from the ghost's attire... I also know that there will be a big event to be announced soon!
(End of this chapter)
