Chapter 403: Christmas everyday

Only the next day, the news that Voldemort captured the Guling Pavilion spread all over the wizarding world.
After all, the scope of the wizarding world is very small.
The Prophet’s Daily the next day reported the news in a huge format.
No Voldemort's figure was photographed, only the dark demon mark wandering in the sky, which had already fallen deep into the ruins of the ancient Ling Pavilion.
"The Dark Lord is back!"
The magnificent buildings turned into ruins, the broken bricks and the deep caves in the ground became the sign of Voldemort's oath to return.
not only that.
The economic center collapsed.
The Dark Lord no longer conceals his whereabouts, and the phantom swaying at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic.
"Who are you!" an Auror asked loudly.
"Stop." Auror pulled out his wand.
The Dark Lord hid in a black cloak, and then quickly raised his wand.
The dark green light flashed through, piercing Auror's chest.
"Mystery man!"
The employees around screamed.
The folder in his hand was thrown high, and the paper fluttered in the air.
"Protection Minister!"
"The Dark Lord has disappeared again!"
Umbridge stayed in her office full of flowers and cats, arguing fiercely with Scrimgeour.
The man seemed to be irritated in the process, reaching out his hand and grabbing Umbridge's collar.
When the fat woman was about to breathless, her feet returned to the ground.
She saw Scrimgeour's eyes lost their luster, and she tightened her neckline and let go.
"Is he so troublesome, right?" A low, hoarse voice passed into her ears.
"Okay, he is dead now."
"You... who are you?"
The ugly woman looked at the equally ugly man in horror, the nose made of slits, and the grimace of the scarlet snake eyes.
"Is it important who I am? It may be important. After all, I have found you and talked for a while."
"Now help you clear the obstacles to your peak of power."
"But deception is a compromise between the weak and the strong. I don't think I need to get those again."
"Are you a mysterious person?" Umbridge's toad's face shivered with loose skin.
"Serve, or die!" Voldemort's cruel voice resounded through the Ministry of Magic.
"We surrender!" Umbridge screamed in horror throughout the Ministry of Magic.
The Dark Lord suddenly changed the style he used to hide in the dark, as if to save the time he had lamented, and could not expand his sphere of influence forever, without any scruples.
For a time, the form changed suddenly.
From finance, politics, or public opinion, almost all have turned the tide.
More dark wizards began to surrender to Voldemort.
Voldemort seemed to be dragging down the progress before madly rushing in, sharply expanding his sphere of influence.
"The Secret News!" The most concealed thief is by our side.
The prophet’s daily newspaper also began to scrutinize positions. Although they had never scolded their positions, they are now completely intensified.
This article discusses the relationship between dumb guns and pure hemp wizards from various angles.
"Why can two Muggles without any magic talent be able to give birth to a wizard, but two wizard families gave birth to dumb cannons?"
"My friends, those Muggles use the technology they acquired in the so-called "technology" to steal our magic wantonly"
In the report, there is no neutrality, and some are only incitement.
It is true that a large number of people are instigated, even within Hogwarts.
For example, Hermione has a headache now.
She had to bear the stare and hatred of Filch, the night watchman, as if she had stolen his magical talent. As the shadows follow, like maggots of tarsal bones, if Professor McGonagall glared at him, it is estimated that this man still needs his trouble
The entire Hogwarts is now in a fairly quiet atmosphere, but even so, the teaching task is still going on, in this atmosphere, Christmas is here. The weather has turned cold.
Hermione was alone in Gryffindor's female dormitory, sitting at the desk, but not reading.
Instead, looking at the transparent glass, looking at the ice and snow outside the window, a piece of silver was wrapped.
Christmas is coming.
She subconsciously expects her parents to send gifts to her. On Christmas, her parents will send her some warm accessories such as gloves, scarves, or some books she likes.
Then her breath suffocated.
She suddenly realized something.
Her parents have eliminated all memories of her, and she is like a stranger.
It's impossible to remember her anymore, so why send her a gift?
Inexplicably feel lonely and painful.
But if her parents are implicated by herself, she will only blame herself more.
She stood up and walked to the floor cabinet by the wall, slowly opened it, and found a lilac scarf silently, wrapped it up, half of her face shrunk inward, hidden in it, which made her feel A touch of affectionate warmth.
It was also given to her by her parents in previous years.
Hermione walked between the corridors and then stopped, sitting alone next to the mottled stone wall, with black armor on the left and right, and a pile of books scattered on the ground.
The thin cloud outside the window is like a silky satin, but this beautiful scenery can hardly bring her a little solace.
A considerable number of people chose to stay at school during Christmas, including Hermione.
"Aren't you going home?" While registering for school, Harry and Ron glanced at Hermione's application form
"I have to deal with something at school." the girl said.
There is a radio in her bedroom that she has specially modified to be able to break through the Hogwarts shield to hear the signal. It is said that a huge storm that is rare for a hundred years will appear this Christmas.
As a Christmas gift.
Hermione gave them a copy of "Black Magic Advanced Defense Skills" black cover and thick spine so that the two of them looked big at first glance, they did not want to open.
The snow scene around Hogwarts is wonderful on Christmas Day.
Snowflakes danced outside the window again, flapping the frozen window lattice, and Christmas was almost here. The twelve Christmas trees that are indispensable in the auditorium every year have been moved; holly and metal foil are wrapped around the stair railing; long candles flash in the armor helmets, and large bundles and large bundles are hung in every section of the corridor Mistletoe.
The junior students rubbed snowballs and played snowballs in the open space outside.
Hermione sneaked into the Forbidden Forest. Between the jungle shadows, she saw a very generous back and couldn't help showing a surprised expression
"Hai...Hagrid? Is it you? Why are you back?"
"Oh, Hermione, long time no see." Hagrid turned his big body and turned his head.
"Why don't you tell us."
"The Ministry of Magic is a big problem, right?"
"Yes." Hagrid widened his brass bell-like eyes, scratching his curly hair angrily, then kicked the snow in front of him fiercely, flicking the snow residue.
"I have resigned since that Umbridge got a Muggle lineage." He said in a nasty voice, "It is estimated that Hogwarts is fast, of course, I believe that Mileva will definitely not agree."
The mysterious man has controlled the Ministry of Magic, which has become a reality.
"Why didn't you come to us?" Hermione was puzzled.
"I just came back, still arranging my little babies." Hagrid shook his head.
"Little obedient?" Hermione suddenly realized that she looked at some creepy hairy legs behind him and showed a somewhat embarrassed smile.
"I'm ready to give you another surprise~EbookFREE.me~ Hagrid reached out and pressed these things down again.
"Oh, what are you doing here?" He asked suddenly, and Hagrid realized that Hermione shouldn't be here.
"I help the professor get something." Hermione lied subconsciously.
"Neither Harry nor Ron is here."
If they were both, Hagrid would still question them, after all, they were two evil spirits.
While Hermione began to prepare before the storm, no one stopped her movements.
While Professor McGonagall was having lunch in the auditorium, a dark figure appeared behind her.
"Mileva, this is your Christmas present." Snape suddenly appeared behind him and passed the box in his hand.
Professor McGonagall had a flattered expression on his face.