Chapter 611 Heading to the Ministry of Magic
Soul did not follow Hermione, nor did he act as a light bulb between Neville and Hannah. Instead, he followed the grimacing Ron to the underground level of the castle.
Along the way, Ron kept mumbling, and his resentment overflowed.
The steps are also slow, but no matter what, you still have to face what you have to face.
Ron hesitated for a long time in front of the office door where Snape usually stayed. He took several deep breaths before tremblingly reaching out to knock on the door.
It can be seen how much psychological shadow Snape has set on the little lions.
Oh, perhaps not only Gryffindor, but Nymphadora Tonks, who was born in Hufflepuff, also became displeased upon hearing that Snape was angry.
"Squeak..."
The old wooden door quietly opened a gap after Ron knocked on it.
Snape looked directly at Ron with his cold, snake-like eyes.
"What's the matter, Prefect Weasley?" Snape was as sinister as ever, but his eyes turned to a position not far behind Ron.
Unfortunately, Ron only looked at Snape for a moment and then lowered his head, not noticing this.
"S...Professor Snape..."
Ron stammered through what Harry had seen through Voldemort's perspective. Of course, he would not foolishly tell Harry and the others about their plans to break into the Ministry of Magic.
Snape made no immediate comment and the office fell silent.
After a while, Snape's calm voice finally sounded,
"Got it, you can go, Prefect Weasley."
Ron, as if he had been granted amnesty, turned around and left without stopping.
"Squeak---" The wooden door closed. Snape did not lower his head and continued to correct the potions homework that made him feel tired. He still looked directly at the place where Ron was standing just now, not far behind him.
Soul smiled and canceled the disillusionment spell.
"Long time no see, teacher."
Snape's eyes moved slightly, and a stiff smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"It's been a long time indeed." His voice was calm, and his smile quietly turned into a sneer, "If I guess correctly, Potter should be preparing to go to the Ministry of Magic to save his godfather at this time, right?"
"Otherwise it wouldn't have been Weasley who came to tell me this."
"Reckless, ignorant, just like his pathetic father, his head is full of splendens, who does he think he is."
In a few words, Snape had figured out the whole thing.
He raised his chin slantingly, looked at Soul, and after scolding Harry again, continued.
"Then, come and find me..."
"You guessed it right." Suer raised a smile on his lips, "As you said, this is a trap set by Voldemort against Harry. I have informed Professor Dumbledore and the professor will make appropriate arrangements. Haha Lee will be fine."
In fact, without Sur, Voldemort's obvious trap could indeed achieve the goal he wanted to achieve this time. Although the whole person was unconscious due to the split of the soul, it has to be said that Voldemort is indeed very good at grasping the human heart. Awesome, oh, of course, this has something to do with Harry still being very innocent.
How can a young man in his teens, who is not a monster, be worth an old fox who has lived for decades?
"Ha..." Snape chuckled, unable to tell who the sarcasm was directed at, or both.
Without saying anything else, Snape lowered his eyes and continued to read the papers on his desk that troubled him. He picked up the quill and waved it widely.
Judging from the trajectory of the swinging feathers, it should be a 'p'.
I just don’t know which unlucky guy it is.
Soul shrugged his shoulders without saying hello. He pulled out his wand and cast a disembodiment spell on himself before turning around and leaving.
The wooden door creaked open and closed.
……
The door to Umbridge's office was ajar, but not closed. When Soul arrived, Harry had just arrived. Taking advantage of Harry's opportunity to open the door and enter, Soul followed and slipped in.
"What happened?" Harry asked in surprise,
Umbridge's office was in a mess, as if an explosion had just occurred. The portrait frames hanging on the wall fell to the floor, and the pink cat ornaments on the desk fell crookedly on top. The delicate porcelain cup was shattered on the floor.
Next to these fragments, there were three wizards lying with their heads upwards, unaware of life or death. From the lines on the wizards' robes, they could be distinguished as Slytherin students.
"Malfoy and the others..."
You can tell who are the three Slytherin wizards who appear here from the back of the one whose hair is still intact.
Malfoy and his trio.
"Bang." Ron, who arrived second, kicked Malfoy viciously and said proudly to Harry,
"I just got here and I found out that Malfoy wanted to sneak up on Neville and Hannah."
"Ron saved us." Neville said, giving a thumbs up, "Precise stun spell."
"Then this is..." Harry glanced at the messy office. It looked like the big battle in the principal's office that day.
"Don't look at me. This has nothing to do with us. It was that stupid guy who did it." Hannah spread her hands, "Using an explosion spell that I still don't understand in a sealed room..."
"He was knocked unconscious by his own magic."
Before Harry could learn more details, Hermione and Ginny, who were going to the school hospital to have their hair removed, also arrived.
Soul discovered in detail that Ginny's expression was a bit strange, while Hermione's expression was okay, but also a bit unnatural.
what happened?
"Okay, let's get going." Hermione ignored the three people on the ground and took out only one dose of Polyjuice Potion left in her satchel.
Umbridge's hair came into contact with the muddy Polyjuice Potion and quickly turned a dazzling pink as it was shaken.
Hermione opened the cork and sniffed, her thin eyebrows couldn't help but frown, she took a deep breath and poured the bottle of pink potion into her mouth.
"Ugh..." After swallowing it with a look of death, he couldn't help but retched.
The potion worked, and soon, an image that everyone was familiar with and hated appeared in front of everyone.
"What the hell," Hermione said. "It's sweet and bitter and disgusting."
……
There is no need to go into details about the process of using Floo powder. Harry covered himself with the invisibility cloak, Ginny and Ron, Neville and Hannah released the disembodiment spell on each other. Led by Hermione, a group of seven people appeared at the Ministry of Magic. In a magnificent hall.
"Why is it so cold?" Ron couldn't help but shiver and said.
The hall corridor where the Ministry of Magic fireplace was located was empty and much dimmer. Except for the one they came out of, all the other fireplaces were dark.
On the peacock blue ceiling, those golden symbols are still moving and changing.
The tinkling sound of water from the golden fountain not far away came from afar, echoing faintly in the empty corridor where everyone was sitting.
This is supposed to be the most lively time, but it is lifeless. This is obviously a very abnormal situation.
"Come on," Harry said softly.
