Chapter 409 The aftermath
In a noisy world, tranquility is like a steady stream of water.
Although it is not obvious, it has become the longest movement in life.
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Under night.
The castle gradually became quiet.
Of course, this refers to public areas such as the castle corridors, and the college's lounge is still bustling with activity.
In fact, when you actually come to Hogwarts, you will find that the common room of the college is the territory of the little wizard.
There will be no "accidental" professors in the common room, nor will there be verbal conflicts between people who don't like each other. Most of the time, everyone can be carefree, or unscrupulous...
"They spent a lot of money this time. I just did the math. Those candies add up to at least dozens of galleons..."
"It's a pity that I picked up too little..."
In the Gryffindor dormitory, Ron was chattering full of resentment.
Of course, Ron's complaints were limited to Harry beside him. Whenever a third person passed by, he immediately acted like a prefect and became calm and reliable.
There is no way around it, after all, he will be promoted to seventh grade next year. This may not matter to others, but it is a severe challenge for the prefects.
In every seventh grade class, two student union presidents, male and female, are born.
Probably, many people have a common trait.
You hate power when you don’t experience it, but you enjoy it when you have it.
For the sake of being the president of the student union, Ron didn't notice at all that he was becoming more and more like Percy, even worse.
At least Percy once had a lot of humanity for the sake of his younger siblings.
As the only friend who could talk freely, Harry saw everything but could do nothing.
His past experiences made him very clear that whether it is fame or power, they are just embellishments of life after all.
But as a friend, there are some things he can't say. He can only hope that next year will come soon.
Probably, except for Ron, everyone with a discerning eye knows who will be the President of the Student Council next year.
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Faced with Harry's occasional silence, Ron didn't take it lightly and continued to talk to himself.
"Man, what did they think of this move..."
While chatting, Ron randomly took out a candy from his pocket, peeled it open and put it in his mouth without looking at it.
As the sweetness of the candy was absorbed by his taste buds, he was stunned on the spot. Not only did he stop to chat, he even forgot to put down his arms.
He stopped mid-sentence. Harry was not surprised by this kind of thing. Maybe he found someone eavesdropping or something.
But this time it seemed a little longer.
A good while.
Ron suddenly spoke:
"Harry, do you remember the flying car in second year? Let's go to the Forbidden Forest to find it."
On the sidelines, Harry was surprised to find that Ron's tone this time was full of ease, and there seemed to be no sarcasm that he had had since becoming a prefect, either intentionally or unintentionally.
Perhaps feeling his friend's surprise, Ron spread his hands and showed a relaxed smile:
"Dude, don't look at me like that! I'm just trying to find something I lost."
In just one sentence, Harry suddenly felt that the Ron he once was was back, and he was so happy that he opened a candy.
"Okay! I'll look for it with you." Harry smiled happily.
"No matter what, we lost the car together."
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Happiness is hidden and hard to find.
Perhaps, it is just because inadvertently, people have gently exiled it from their hearts and forgotten it in the corner of the past.
But forgetting does not mean losing.
Sometimes a sweet candy can wake up the dusty heart.
On Halloween night, everyone in the castle ate the free candy.
Of course, the sweetness of the candy isn't limited to castles, either.
For example, Honeydukes, a brown paper package suddenly appeared on the quiet counter.
Probably tomorrow morning, the generous Mr. Froom will be able to discover it. Kindness is rewarded after all.
Not only kindness, but bravery in fulfilling one's duty also has rewards.
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Halloween night.
All the Aurors and Strikers in Pilton Village began to finish the work after arresting the Death Eaters present.
Whether it's talking furniture or candy falling from the sky, they all need to be cleaned up carefully.
"What to do with these?"
Seeing the noisy furniture all over the floor and the depressed look on the Lestrange ancestral home, all the Aurors felt troubled.
Different from the entanglements of other Aurors, as the director of the department, Amelia had already made up her mind.
"Write to Swinburne tomorrow, these things must go somewhere."
Back in Hogsmeade, she had also seen Ino's sadness about the house being blown up.
Therefore, she doesn't mind being a favor within her authority.
This is also what the other party deserves. After all, when an Auror attacks a dark wizard, there will be a certain amount of loot. This is an unspoken rule.
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As a family with a long history, the Lestrange ancestral home itself is a huge asset.
But not everyone can afford this wealth.
Therefore, no one present objected to Emilia’s proposal.
In a few words, after deciding the ownership of the wealth, the Auror on the side began to count and register it skillfully.
But while everyone was registering, Moody quietly walked aside. From time to time, he would reach out and pat the pocket of his robe gently, as if he was coaxing a child to sleep.
However, the field was full of experienced elite fighters, and Moody's actions could not be hidden from anyone, but everyone chose to turn a blind eye.
For this retired Auror who had served his duty all his life and was covered with wounds, no one would choose to expose him for taking a few cups.
Besides, everyone knew Moody's character, he was so cautious that he had almost no friends. Now that he had this crying cup, perhaps he would not be too lonely in his later years.
No one spoke at this moment, including Emilia.
In silence, they reached a consensus.
Similarly, Moody knew that he could not hide it from everyone, but he still showed his attitude with his actions.
Because he knew that if nothing unexpected happened, he would probably stay in Hogwarts for the rest of his life, staying in the position of gamekeeper.
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When the autumn wind blows, it will inevitably bring flying fallen leaves.
But after the wind dies down, everything returns to silence.
After the scene was cleaned up, the Aurors and strikers returned to the Ministry of Magic in an orderly manner.
The village of Pilton in the countryside, after experiencing a brilliant fireworks display, became quiet again.
The occasional calls of night owls added a bit of vitality to this remote village.
Everything seemed like a dream, but only the dead grass around proved what happened tonight.
Pilton Village fell asleep again.
But corresponding to it was the British Ministry of Magic.
The Ministry of Magic at this moment seemed to have been forced to drink a bottle of vitality tonic potion. Although it was already midnight, it was crowded.
Except for the Department of Mysteries who stayed out of the matter, the other people who received the news almost filled the entire first floor hall, and even the Brothers Fountain, which symbolized harmony, had many people sitting on the edge.
These people were either relaxed, solemn, or worried...
But without exception, they were all waiting for Amelia, waiting to verify the news they received.
