Chapter 225: The

"Hermione, what did she understand?" Harry asked in a low voice, looking in the direction where Hermione and Chang Chu disappeared.

Ron first looked around at the empty surroundings, and then said to Harry: "Harry, are you asking me?"

"Of course, is there anyone else here besides you and me?" Harry turned his head strangely and looked at Ron who suddenly started talking nonsense, "Is it possible that I was talking to that person who you are still not sure about? Is there a secret room monster that doesn’t exist?”

To Harry's surprise, Ron actually nodded and said, "That's not true. After all, your question sounds a little weird, just like your yelling behavior just now."

"What?" Harry frowned.

"Your question, Harry, you were asking me Hermione what she understood." Ron reminded.

"So?" Harry looked even more confused.

"Harry, haven't you recognized this problem yet? We can never figure out or guess what is going on in Hermione's mind. The only thing we can do is to stand behind her, Just obey her orders, and then charge into battle like two knights who obey the queen's orders." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, "And now you are trying to find out Hermione's thoughts. This is really strange. ”

Harry opened his mouth and tried to refute Ron's words.

"Have you finished your Potions homework?" Ron asked first. "Where's your History of Magic homework? Astronomy? Transfiguration? Or Charms?"

Harry immediately shut his mouth. Although it was not as exaggerated as Ron said, many of the homework assignments he had completed did require reference to Hermione's opinions.

"Nicholas Flamel's true identity, Snape's defense level last year, and this year's Polyjuice Potion, almost all were accomplished by relying on Hermione, otherwise we would always be like two clueless flies. It's just like running rampant, with no possibility of getting results." Ron sighed, "I thought you had already understood her position among the three of us."

The little bit of stubborn pride left in Harry's heart was worn away by Ron's words.

"Brother, let's face it, we can't do it alone. And don't forget, thanks to Hermione, we can walk into class on time every day instead of being mistaken for being late for a long time. He missed too many classes and was expelled from school. "Ron said with a bitter look on his face, "Go to the game, it's getting late. Catching the Golden Snitch on the court is your strength. And I'm sitting in the audience. Just be an honest spectator at the table.”

Harry sighed too.

"Since Hermione is going to the library, it means that she has discovered the answer to another question. We just need to wait quietly for the result." Ron said, "It's always been like this, isn't it?"

The two walked through the main entrance of the castle together and walked towards the Quidditch pitch outside.

"But to be honest, I'm surprised that there are people like Wright who don't come to watch Quidditch matches just to practice spells." Ron's muttering was drowned in the crowd, "And With Percy, I didn't see him at the table this morning, which was really strange. He always showed a sense of collective honor, and it stands to reason that he would never miss a moment like the Quidditch match. "

Moments before walking into the Quidditch pitch, Harry turned his head and glanced at Hogwarts Castle behind him, bathed in sunlight. He was so distracted by Ron's series of words just now that he completely forgot that the initial point of their conversation was when he heard that strange voice.

In the past, every time this voice sounded, someone would be attacked mysteriously.

So who will it be this time?

Harry didn't know, and didn't want to guess, but at this moment, almost all the students in the school were on the court watching today's game, and he had no choice but to force himself to return to the game.

Harry took a deep breath, squeezed the smooth handle of the Nimbus 2000 in his hand, and strode towards the Gryffindor Quidditch team's locker room.

At 10:50, two brightly colored red and yellow teams stepped onto the soft lawn step by step amid loud cheers, applause and whistles.

With Mrs. Huo Qi's whistle, the competition officially kicked off, and fifteen broomsticks soared into the sky.

…

At the same time, in the principal's office on the eighth floor of the castle.

None of the characters on the paintings of past principals on the wall opened their eyes, but if you look carefully, you can see that they are not in a deep sleep, but are just silently listening to the discussion going on below.

"Albus, although I have no intention of questioning your decision, I wonder if your method of stimulating students' vigilance is a little too radical?" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, with an obvious look of concern on her face. His expression said, "Two students and a ghost have been petrified before, I think this is enough."

She quickly looked around the entire principal's office and found that the two student prefects still had proud expressions, but their previous embarrassment and confusion could still be seen from their red earlobes. Shy.

The young version of the mysterious man who must not be named, his movements and expressions were exactly the same as the moment Professor McGonagall stepped into the office, making people wonder whether a petrification spell had been cast on him.

As for our Mr. Principal, he sat behind his desk with a smile. He didn't speak until Professor McGonagall finished speaking.

"Minerva, I originally thought that would be enough, but it turns out that it is not enough." Dumbledore said, "Almost six months have passed since Mr. Justin and Mr. Ghost Nick were petrified. But in just half a year, Hogwarts has returned to its previous slackness.”

"But we don't need to use such a radical method, right?" Professor McGonagall argued, "This is a peaceful era..."

"These are not peaceful times, Minerva." Dumbledore interrupted Professor McGonagall, "According to my information, Voldemort is about to make a comeback, probably in the last two or three years."

When the word Voldemort came out of Dumbledore's mouth, Professor McGonagall's face turned pale for a moment.

Percy and Penello lowered their heads sharply, strongly suppressing their bodies' instinct to tremble, but the two hearts in their chests still beat wildly at this moment, making a loud bang.

Jerry also put away the polite smile that had been hanging on his face and turned cold. As smart as he was, he had already figured out what kind of relationship there was between Voldemort and himself.

"But..." Professor McGonagall glanced at Jerry, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Jerry is different." Dumbledore only said this sentence without any other explanation.

After a while.

"Mr. Weasley, Miss Clearwater, are you two ready?" Dumbledore asked Percy and Penello who had been standing quietly aside.

"Yes! Mr. Principal!" Percy raised his head and said loudly.

It's very rare for ordinary students to get in touch with the principal, Percy thought to himself. Even he, the fifth-year male prefect of Gryffindor, is like this. When dealing with student affairs, he usually talks to Professor McGonagall. deal with.

Now the principal has suddenly assigned me a task, and I must perform at my best! Percy gave himself an order, one that was irrevocable and unchangeable.

Penello gave her boyfriend a vague look. The two of them had just wanted to have a tryst in an empty classroom for a while while the castle was empty. But when passing by the third floor, he suddenly bumped into Dumbledore, and was taken directly into the principal's office and assigned a task.

Penello didn't think as much as Percy did, but faced with Dumbledore's request, almost no student could think of refusing, and Dumbledore also promised that nothing unexpected would happen.

Thinking of this, Penello also nodded lightly.

Dumbledore took out the Elder Wand and waved it gently, and a smooth water curtain appeared out of thin air between him, Percy and Penello. The faint flash of blue light between the water curtains indicated that what Dumbledore had just cast was not What a simple magic to summon clear water.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Percy and Penelope one last time, then quickly walked out of the principal's office and waited at the door.

"Jerry," said Dumbledore.

Jerry picked up the snake staff, pointed it at the eyes of the emerald green snake on the staff, and uttered a low and hoarse hissing sound.