Vol 2 Chapter 915: beginning

"Oh, it's not your fault, Fanlin," Hermione said tremblingly, "I don't think anyone will plant the devil's trap in a pot without knowing that it will kill people. This—this is a murder. , A clever murder. If this pot of plant was sent anonymously, how can one find out who did it?"
Harry didn't think about the trap of the devil. He remembered that on the day he went to the Ministry of Magic to attend the hearing, when he took the elevator to the ninth floor, a man with a face of food came in from the courtyard.
"Oh, damn... Bird? What does he do?" Fanlin thought about the contact this man might have with Voldemort, but he didn't have a clue.
"I have seen Bird," Harry said slowly, "In the Ministry of Magic, I am with Mr. Weasley."
Ron opened his mouth, "Yes, I remember, I heard Dad talk about him at home! He is indescribable-he works in the Department of Mysteries!"
They looked at each other, then Fanlin pulled the newspaper back in front of him, closed it, looked at the photos of the ten Death Eaters on the front page for a while, and stood up all at once.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked in surprise.
"Communication, we can't sit here." Fanlin said, "Do something you can do."
"Then I..."
"Harry, you have to practice Occlumency, which is very important...oh..." Fanlin felt a little bad, he couldn't understand what made Voldemort so urgent.
A prophetic ball?
The prophecy ball was not important at all except some meaningless nonsense. It made Voldemort's risk, or even annihilate his mouth, not enough.
Then, besides the prophecy ball, there must be other things Voldemort wanted in the mystery department.
"Wait for me..." Hermione called, and chased her out.
"I just hate them both like this," Ron complained, and he and Harry were slowly walking out of the hall. "Tell us what they are going to do, even once, will they die? It only takes ten seconds."
"But in fact, he has said enough, I have never seen it...Hi, Hagrid!"
Hagrid was standing in the doorway of the hall, waiting for a group of Ravenclaw students to pass by. He still has many injuries, just like when he came back from the giant that day. There was a new wound on the right side of his nose.
"Are you okay, you two?" he cried, trying to squeeze a smile, but the result of his efforts was a painful distortion.
"How are you, Hagrid?" Harry asked, following him with the Ravenclaw students.
"Okay, okay," Hagrid said in a weak, lie-spoken tone; he waved at the passing Professor Victor, pretending not to look at the latter's frightened expression, "just, Busy, you know, the usual things-the content of the class-those fire monsters are going to lose their tails, and I have to be investigated," he muttered.
"Are you under investigation?" Ron said loudly, and the students passing by looked at him curiously.
"I'm sorry—I mean—are you under investigation?" he whispered.
"Yes," Hagrid said. "It's not like I thought, to tell you the truth. But you don't have to worry, although it is not going well, you know, anyway," he sighed deeply. "Maybe I should put more chili powder and say Maybe the fire monster’s tail will fall off next time. See you later, Harry, Ron."
He walked down the stone steps and walked deep and shallow from the muddy playground. Harry looked at him, wondering how much bad news he could bear.
...
Compared with Harry's side, Fanlin and Hermione arrived at the Owl House soon. He had to write to Sirius and use the Order of the Phoenix to find out what the Ministry of Magic was hiding.
That prophecy ball is useless at all, it originated from Sybil...
"what did you say?"
"I said, it was a ball, a prediction about Harry and Voldemort, but in fact, that thing was useless. Don’t tell Harry, Hermione, now Voldemort wants to get him, but I don’t think Voldemort will personally go to the Ministry of Magic because of a prophecy orb, or what else he has planned..."
Fanlin said as he wrote, "I have to get more information. We need to know what he wants to do. It's very passive..."
"But, but we are here..."
"We can remind them..." Fanlin said, and tied the letter to the owl's leg.
"So, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​actually using Harry?" Hermione thought for a while and said.
"No, just help to solve it." Fanlin breathed a sigh of relief as the owl disappeared into the night sky. Umbridge didn't single out the trouble, which could make him feel better.
"Anyway, there must be a duel between Harry and Voldemort, and the role of Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​to delay and delay Voldemort's actions as much as possible to give Harry enough time. Voldemort cannot give up Harry. Before that, everyone was thinking of ways to weaken him, just like in a giant tribe, people on both sides were in contact at the same time..."
"No, weaken him..." Fan Lin lowered his head, somewhat uncertain.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked concerned.
"I just thought of some things. There are many ways to weaken them, but we don't have to be so passive..." Fanlin said, "Wait a minute, and see what Sirius sends back. If necessary..."
...
In fact, the two returned to the classroom before they stayed long.
When Harry and Ron told them about Hagrid's recent situation~EbookFREE.me~ Fanlin recovered his usual calm, and even discussed with Harry when to see Hagrid, but Hermione always Looking at Harry strangely.
But when Harry asked something, Hermione always said it was all right.
This made Harry feel a little unbelievable, but the following lessons were also disturbing enough.
Umbridge’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class has become the least popular course since Hogwarts was founded.
Do you think class is boring?
Umbridge’s courses will only be ten times boring than you think.
There is no sound, to be precise, except for the pen tip sliding, even the breathing sound has to be reduced by a few decibels.
It's easy to make people feel sleepy, but this is a magic classroom, only one person holds a magic wand...
Anyway, how about giving you a chill when you are sleepy? Ron feels very uncomfortable. He has enjoyed this treatment more than once. Umbridge's class is simply torture.