Chapter 269 Mcgonagall: I Thought Weasley Was Invincible (Transition, Jumpable!)

Chapter 269 Mcgonagall: I Thought Weasley Was Invincible (Transition, Jumpable!)

"Mr. Lawrence, what big things are you planning to do this year, and then get another Medal of Merlin?" Fudge joked:

"If it were you, I would try my best to persuade the organizing committee to mention the level of the medal."

"It all depends on fate." Wayne smiled and took a sip of his beer.

"The second-level medal is not very attractive. If it were a first-level medal, I would be willing to work hard.

Professors Flitwick and McGonagall coughed awkwardly.

Why are these words so Versailles?

They don't even have a third-level medal, and you can't even look down on a second-level medal.

How can professors survive?

"There are some difficulties." Fudge pretended to be distressed: "How about you invent a few more potions?"

"Or write more papers." Professor McGonagall quietly urged, "Lawrence, you haven't contributed to Transfiguration Today for a long time [their editor-in-chief mentioned you to me a few days ago.

"If you are willing, "The Curse" is also a good choice." Professor Flitwick showed his presence and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

During the conversation, Fudge also mentioned Mrs. Greengrass intentionally or unintentionally, looking very familiar to her.

Wayne also roughly understood his intention.

She probably knew about his relationship with Astoria and wanted to use him to get close to Mrs. Greengrass.

Not long after, Rosmerta came over with the things ordered by several people and sat at the bar, facing them.

"What brings you here?" asked Rosmerta.

Fudge twisted a little, as if he was looking around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. After making sure it was safe, he lowered his voice and said, "What else could it be? Apart from Sirius Black, nothing is giving me a headache right now." "

Hermione and Cho, who had been listening silently, also pricked up their ears.

Both of them are interested in Blake's traces. How did he manage to escape from the magic "980" Department's dragnet for so long.

"Really?" Ms. Rosmerta complained with sarcasm on her lips:

"You should really take care of those dementors. They have come to search twice and scared away all my guests."

"I hate them too, Rosmerta." Fudge said uneasily: "But this is also to ensure everyone's safety, please be patient a little longer.

"Don't you think we are easy to bully?" Rosmerta said sharply: "Why don't those group of dementors search Hogwarts Castle?"

Swish, swish, swish!

Several professors and Fudge all looked at Wayne who was eating pie.

"Look what I'm doing?" Wayne looked a little confused.

Professor McGonagall had an inexplicable smile on his face, while Fudge wiped the sweat off his fat face in embarrassment, and laughed at himself: "With Lawrence and Dumbledore here, I don't think those guys would dare to go even with the order from the Ministry of Magic." Hogwarts, right?"

"So, that rumor is true?" Ms. Rosmerta looked at Wayne with wide eyes.

"Did you really kill over a hundred dementors?"

She heard some students sneaking over to buy drinks say this. At first, she thought it was an exaggeration, but now it turns out that it is true.

"About that, I don't have a specific number." Wayne shrugged.

"Well done, today's meal is mine." Rosmerta said very happily, wishing to give Wayne a hug.

"To be honest, I still can't believe that Sirius Black would be like that."

Since Blake is mentioned, it is natural to remember the past.

"You don't know everything." Fudge said angrily: "Few people know what kind of person he is."

"He betrayed his friends!"

"You mean Peter Pettigrew? The victim who won the Order of Merlin First Class?" Rosmerta asked doubtfully: "Don't everyone know that?"

"No." Professor McGonagall said disappointedly: "Do you still remember who his best friend is?"

"Of course." Rosmerta smiled slightly: "The two are inseparable. They are like real brothers. They always make me laugh. Well, just like the Weasley twins, James Potter and Sirius Black. !"

The Christmas tree in front of the fireplace swayed.

Professor McGonagall nodded: "They are the leaders of that small group, and both of them are very smart.

"I've never seen anyone that troublesome, knowing Weasley showed up, and...well...it's nothing."

Halfway through the sentence, McGonagall suddenly remembered that another client was present and stopped talking.

But Wayne was already feeling offended.

"Professor...do you actually think of me like this?" Wayne said hurt.

"Mr. Lawrence." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, "Honestly, I thought the Weasleys were invincible. It wasn't until you appeared that I realized I was wrong.

"You are different from them. You commit crimes less often, but you scare me out of heart disease every time."

Fight in groups, take the lead in reporting professors, burn the forbidden forest, hang students at the door of the auditorium, challenge the basilisk, and kill a large number of dementors

Even though Wayne did many things right, it was also very satisfying.

Professor Flitwick chuckled, and Hermione and Qiu couldn't hold it back, laughing.

It's really rare to see a young man looking deflated.

The atmosphere immediately became more lively. After everyone finished laughing, Fudge continued to reveal:

"What I want to say is related to James Potter."

"Potter once trusted Black very much, more than anyone else. Oh, Black was also Harry's godfather. At that time, I was the director of the Department of Magical Hazards. I thought they would always be like this."

Fudge's face suddenly turned angry: "But everyone saw it wrong. Many people didn't know that the mysterious man was chasing the Potters. Dumbledore told the Potters to hide."

"For the sake of safety, they hid their residence and chose the Loyalty Curse."

"What's the use of that thing?" Ms. Rosmerta asked curiously. Professor Flitwick cleared his throat and suddenly looked at Wayne again.

"Mr. Lawrence, you should know, right?"

"Well, it's a very complicated spell." Wayne nodded slightly: "It involves the soul, using magic to hide a secret in the soul of a living person."

"Unless the secret keeper takes the initiative to leak it, the specific address cannot be found even if it is close to you."

"Even Voldemort couldn't crack it."

Hearing this name, several people trembled.

"Keep your voice down, sir." Fudge even couldn't sit still. "We never mention that person's name."

Wayne shrugged nonchalantly.

"So, the secret keeper they chose is Black?" The smart Hermione had obviously guessed something, and her face turned pale.

"That's it." Fudge nodded heavily: "Just a week after he became the Secret Keeper, Voldemort came to visit..."

"That traitor!" Hagrid yelled angrily: "I went to pick up Harry and met him, so I didn't comfort him!"

"At the time I thought he was grieving for James and Lily, but he was worried about Voldemort!"

Hagrid's voice was choked up: "He gave me the motorcycle, and then he went after Peter... You should all know what happened next."

"Keep your voice down, Hagrid!" Professor McGonagall desperately asked him to lower his voice. Many people were already paying attention here.

Boom!

The door to the Three Broomsticks was violently pushed open, and everyone couldn't help but look, only to see three figures leaving in a hurry.

"Professor Flitwick, I have a question." Wayne glanced at it and stopped paying attention.

"If...if the secret keeper did not reveal the secret, but he was killed, would the effect of the Red Heart Loyalty Curse still exist?"

Professor Flitwick replied: "In that case, everyone else who knows the location will automatically become the secret keeper."

"What if...only one person knows?" Wayne naturally knew this 'common sense', but what he wanted to ask about was a more special situation.

"It's an interesting conjecture." Professor Flitwick also hesitated, "Maybe the spell will be ineffective?"

"The reason why a secret is a secret is because someone knows it, right?"

"It makes sense." Wayne nodded. If he had the chance, he would try it.

After listening to a big melon, Ms. Rosmerta left with satisfaction.

Wayne finished his meal, and several professors also finished their drinks and walked out of the door together.

Before leaving, Professor McGonagall warned Zheng Jun.

"Remember, don't tell Potter anything you heard today. He is an impulsive child. I'm really afraid he will do something stupid."

The boy and the two women nodded in unison.

Fudge had a sad look on his face, and Wayne went to the doctor.

"Mr. Minister, are you still worried about Blake?"

"Yes." Fudge nodded bitterly: "Without catching anyone for so long, the Ministry of Magic's support rate has dropped a bit.

"Sorry sir." Wayne smiled: "It's not the Ministry of Magic's approval rating, it's just your personal approval rating."

Poof!

Another arrow hit Fudge's body.

"Mr. Minister, I don't think you need to worry so much." Looking at Fudge's ugly face, Wayne chuckled. 【013703423 Feilu 180382260】

"What is the purpose of sending out Dementors and Aurors with such great fanfare?"

"Of course it's to catch Black and protect the people." Fudge said matter-of-factly, but Wayne shook his head.

"wrong."

"What's wrong?" Fudge looked at him puzzled.

Wayne said profoundly: "It is to make the wizards believe that they are protected."

Fudge was shocked.

While walking on the road, Hermione was still immersed in the secrets the professors had just revealed.

"Black and Harry's father are actually good friends...but, why would he betray James Potter?"

"Afraid of death, or lust for strength?" Wayne said noncommittally: "The reasons for betrayal are just these two. Voldemort was so powerful at that time, it was not surprising at all to do these things."

"If you want to blame it, just blame them for mistaking the wrong person...

"I can't believe he's a Gryffindor student." Hermione fumed.

"There are bad people and good people in every college." Qiu is very sensible, which is in line with her Ravenclaw status.

Suddenly a dog barked, and a large number of people gathered around the post office door, cheering.

"Hey, isn't this the big black dog we met last time?"

Hermione pulled Wayne closer, and Hannah was holding a chicken leg and giving a series of instructions to the black dog.

Sit down, get up, shake hands, roll around.

Finally, he made the black dog do a backflip, and then he handed the chicken legs to the black dog with satisfaction.

"Hannah, you've played with me twice, it's time for me to come." A girl quickly grabbed the position and started a new round of training, which made Wayne silent.

The eldest son of the Black family, what kind of evil did Sirius do... to be reduced to this.

Judging from the way the black dog was gnawing at the chicken legs, he must have been hungry for a long time.

Suddenly, Wayne felt his sleeve being pulled and looked sideways.

Qiu said a little embarrassedly

: "Do you have any snacks? I want to try them too.

Wayne:

the other side.

After rushing out of the Leaky Cauldron, Harry lowered his head and walked towards the castle.

Ronald and Neville followed closely behind, observing him all the time.

Although the distance was relatively far and he could not hear clearly, thanks to Hagrid's loud voice, the most critical information was still captured by Harry.

He finally understood why Mr. Weasley told him not to go to Black, and finally understood why Malfoy mocked him as a coward.

It turns out that Blake was the real culprit who killed his parents!

Back in the dormitory, Harry rummaged through the bedside table and found a photo album under a pile of books. It was given to him by Hagrid two years ago. It was filled with photos of his parents that had been enchanted.

It can move and laugh.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock!

Seeing the red-haired woman smiling softly at him in the photo, Harry couldn't control himself and tears fell on the photo album.

He turned to another page, and there was a black-haired man holding his father's hand, with long flowing hair and an uninhibited smile.

After careful observation, he discovered that this man looked very similar to the wanted criminal in the Daily Prophet.

The Blake in the newspaper has lost a lot of weight, doesn't smile so much, and has a gloomy look in his eyes.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ronald opened the door and walked in. Seeing Harry staring blankly at the photo, he asked cautiously.

"Malfoy is right." Harry said suddenly.

"What did you say?" Ronald's expression changed: "You don't really want to go find Blake, do you?"

"Shouldn't it be right?" Harry asked, "He killed my parents, and I want to avenge them."

"The Ministry of Magic will catch him." Neville twisted uneasily: "Harry, don't take risks, you are no match for him, he will kill you."

"On the contrary, I hope that the Ministry of Magic will not find him." Looking at the photo of Sirius Black who was smiling brightly, Harry said bitterly: "When the time comes, on 2.6, I will definitely catch him with my own hands!"

Ronald and Neville looked at each other, they had never seen Harry like this.

"Watch him, don't let him do anything stupid." Ronald quietly pulled Neville aside and whispered.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to find George and Fred. They have the water of life and death refined by Wayne." Ronald said quickly: "Let him have a good sleep and he will calm down when he wakes up.

"Then go back quickly." The little fat man said fearfully: "I'm afraid I can't control him.

That night, Harry did not show up at the school dinner.

Ronald didn't control the dosage of the medicine and put too much life and death water, so Harry slept for two days and two nights.

Wayne was eating steak Wellington and listening to the little wizards around him talking about the black dog he met in Hogsmeade.

"It's so smart. I almost doubt it's a human being. It can understand everything we say."

"Perhaps it has the blood of magical animals?" Luofu guessed after listening to everyone's descriptions.

"I have a swallow-tailed dog at home, but it's not that smart." Susan shrugged: "Unless the magical animal you're talking about is a three-headed dog, maybe that's still possible."

"But how can a three-headed dog's child be so small?"

"Same." Rolf nodded, wrote down the black dog's story, and prepared to go back and ask his grandfather Newt.

"There's only one week left for the holiday." Cedric sighed: "Time flies so fast. It feels like losing the game happened yesterday."

He invited Wayne: "Would you like to hang out together during the holidays?"

"We'll see when the time comes." Wayne didn't agree immediately. He was always busy during holidays, and this time was no exception.

After eating and walking to the stairs, Wayne parted ways with the little badgers and walked upstairs.

Went all the way to the eighth floor.

It was holiday soon, and he had to go to the Room of Requirement to stock up. .