Chapter 448 Changes

Three days ago there was a huge riot at the Ministry of Magic, and the man who can't even be named is back. In a brief statement on Friday night, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge confirmed that the unnamed man was back in the country and campaigning once again.

Although the Ministry of Magic has been strenuously denying Dumbledore's more stern warnings before, the fact that the man who can't even name a group of followers (known as the Death Eaters) entered the Ministry on Tuesday night. The truth that Fudge has been trying to cover up.

The Ministry of Magic is calling on the public to remain vigilant. The Ministry of Magic is publishing an initial defense guide for families and individuals, which will be distributed free of charge to all wizarding families over the next month.

Professor Dumbledore, who has resumed all his duties, has yet to give any interviews due to his busy schedule. But as we all know, the boy who survived was the first to expose the truth - reading this, Ginny said, looking at Harry who was sitting at the head of her bed. Look, the newspapers are praising you, thinking that you have a keen sense of touch and noble qualities to expose the conspiracy of the mysterious man.

Most of the little wizards who had followed Harry to the Ministry that day were here, and Madam Pomfrey had healed Ginny's wounds with a wave of her wand. So she and Harry insisted on visiting her brothers here every day for the past two days.

Ron, George and Fred all had marks of the curse on them. Especially George, who was fighting alongside Sirius against five diabolical Death Eaters. Even if Sirius was desperately covering George at that time, George's injuries were not light, and now he needs to drink several kinds of potions every day. Fortunately, these injuries are all treatable, and his injuries have improved visibly in the past two days.

But even so, George still couldn't stand up and move around the bed like everyone else. He can only sit leaning against the cushion at the head of the bed now. Sirius might be in even worse shape than he is now if he hadn't blocked most of the curses. But even so, George's current situation is not easy. In Madam Pomfrey's words: Enough is enough for him.

The noble qualities of a keen sense of touch? They pretended to be deaf and dumb and preached that nothing happened, and that everything was safe. Harry sullenly commented on the Daily Prophet praise for him after this year's After a lot of hard work, he has grown a lot.

By the way, what's going on at the school recently? George lay there and asked. As the person who likes to play the most, it is a kind of torture for him to have to lie here quietly now. So every time you come here to visit them these two days, he will ask what's going on outside?

Umbridge got out of school, but now it looks like the Ministry of Magic still wants to take her in. I don't know how she can get back to the Ministry of Magic after doing so much evil. Ginny was a little angry. say.

The Ministry will always need some dirty work, that's what my father told me before, Fred said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

It's disgusting. Ginny frowned, she really didn't like these dark things.

Stop talking about that. Harry changed the subject. Now that Dumbledore is back and most of the troubles at the school have been resolved, at least I think everything is back to normal.

That's good. Fred smiled and opened a chocolate frog from the candy by the bed and handed it to Harry. Have some chocolate. We have more here.

Harry took the chocolate and chewed it slowly, when Ron asked, Who is the divination teacher now? Or Firenze?

Yes,

After all, this is part of Professor Dumbledore's plan to contact other intelligent creatures, and Faerun can't leave for the time being. Ginny looks a little happy, and the handsome Professor Centaur seems to be more reliable than Professor Trelawney. But they won't interfere with each other when they are upstairs and the other downstairs. Teach the class.

I want to say that there is not much difference between the two. Ron took a bite of the licorice wand and said, Prophecy is not very reliable in most cases. After the exam this year, I can finally get rid of this class.

Harry thought of his own prophecy at this time, and he interrupted Ron's rant about the prophecy class: But sometimes prophecy is still very important, such as this time Voldemort regards that prophecy as an important weapon. Luckily we didn't let him steal the prophecy ball.

Yeah, we stopped the You-Know-Who's plot again, just don't know what happened to those friends who are in St. Munger now? - Where are you going? Ron was echoing and saw Harry standing. stand up.

Well... I suddenly thought that I might need to do something. Harry stood up slightly flustered. I'll see you again in the afternoon.

After saying that, Harry walked out of the school hospital, and Ron frowned at the back of Harry's hurried departure: Ginny, what's the matter with Harry? These two days, he left before he finished speaking. .

I don't know. Ginny shook her head. But I find that every time I talk about St Mungo's, Harry tries to avoid it, and I'm worried—

Harry hurried down the school corridors alone, feeling out of place with the jolly crowd on the playground. About Ryan and Hermione, Dumbledore has written to inform their families, but it has not been made public. And Harry was reluctant to tell others about it, he felt that if he told it, it would end it completely, and it would be irreversible.

So Harry had been pretending in front of his friends for the past two days that Ryan and Hermione were just badly wounded in St Mungo's, although he knew in his heart that it was just an illusion, but he'd rather put it off to the last minute.

In this case, he was naturally in a bad mood. Looking at the sunshine outside, Harry decided to go to the lake by himself to bask in the sun to pass the time. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were coming out of the door on the right that led to the Slytherin common restroom when he had just descended the last marble steps into the porch.

Malfoy glanced at Harry, unexpectedly not provocative, and hurried out of the door with the two attendants without even saying a word. Harry knew it was because Crabbe and Goyle's father had disappeared inexplicably during the previous battle for the Department of Mysteries, and Malfoy's father had been imprisoned in Azkaban. Now the three of them simply don't have the energy to do anything else.

Shouts, laughter and splashes of water came from the open front door. Harry stood in the front hall and looked a little dazed at the joyful atmosphere outside. He felt that it would be great if everyone could enjoy the leisure time after the exam in safety at this time. In his impression, the days of being busy for exams and hoping to finish the exam as soon as possible seem to have been a long, long time ago, and the long time is like something that happened in another world.

If Ryan and Hermione were still around, they would definitely be running to the lake now to try their best to answer the exam questions— Just thinking of this, Harry saw two familiar figures walk into the hall from outside, arm in arm.

You, you— Harry stammered after rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Long time no see, Harry. A familiar voice sounded in Harry's ear.

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