Chapter 415: Declare war

"Malfoy must have taken Hermione away. This is not the first time he has done this kind of hostage-taking!"
"That's a mysterious man's conspiracy, he will use Hermione to threaten us!"
Ron slashed the weeds around the field circle with his scythe angrily, venting his anger.
"Professor McGonagall had some time to be awake, and he fainted after hearing the news." Harry said angrily, hacking the weeds with a sickle as hard as Ron.
Harry and Ron have also seen Hagrid now. Hagrid has planted a lot of strange-looking plants around his house. They are sharp and jagged, and they will be cut if they are accidentally. In addition, there is another obvious feature. That is to grow quickly.
They are now weeding Hagrid. These weird grasses have some very strange traits, crooked, twisting like seaweed, and if they are dealt with by magic, they will make them crazy.
"As soon as I think we eat this stuff every day, I feel sick"
"Almost worse than my treatment at my uncle's house." Harry reluctantly made a joke and smirked.
"Okay, almost, Harry, Ron." Hagrid carried a wooden barrel on his broad shoulders, carrying bows and arrows on his body, and came from behind them.
The barrel was almost empty, but still had a sweet smell. This is Hagrid's special feed. The group of cutes he just went to feed him.
With the expansion of Voldemort's influence, Hogwarts' operation became more and more difficult.
Even the food has to be solved by itself.
There is no ready-made beef, chicken, flour and other ingredients, you must raise it yourself.
Of course, if the feeding cycle is the same as Muggle, Voldemort may see the bodies of a group of starving wizards.
Hagrid collaborated with Professor Sprout in the herbal medicine class to find a way to solve the current food problem and find some substitutes that can be fruitful.
"Come in and sit, it's cold now." Hagrid beckoned to the two of them, shouting loudly while walking up the steps and pushing open the wooden door of his house.
Leng Feng swallowed it all at once.
Harry and Ron shuddered, trembling, crossed the threshold, moved the stool, and sat next to the charcoal fire. He didn't even notice it during the exercise. He stopped and felt a lot colder.
"Hurry up and take the door." Hagrid waved his hand.
"Come on, fire."
"Don't worry, Hermione will definitely be fine." Hagrid sat comfortably on his bed and put his hand in front of the charcoal fire.
Surrounding the fire, recalling the moment they found Hermione missing.
At first, the students who were in the classroom only guessed that the teacher was late. Later, they realized that something was wrong, and as time went on.
One lesson, half a day, one day, one week...
The news of their disappearance spread quickly
The answer is becoming more and more obvious. It seems that the tip of the iceberg is gradually paying the surface.
Someone became a traitor again and hijacked Hermione.
It may be that Hermione happened to break through his behavior, or it may be that he wants to complete Voldemort's conspiracy, and they even have the worst guess.
Compared with this speculation, holding back is a very good result, they don’t want to think about it
The atmosphere at Hogwarts is getting dull.
During these days, even Luna's "no heart, no lungs" looks a little bit converging.
Of course, she is still the easiest. After all, she knows that Dumbledore is still alive, and that is her greatest strength.
It's just that her worry about Hermione can't help but prevail.
But feeling told her that she should have done a good deed.
Luna never felt wrong.
The girl is so self-confident, and Bitley Lawney's prediction is much more accurate.
The impact on other students is more intuitive.
That is, the dishes in the auditorium are becoming more and more unpalatable.
No matter how good the craftsmanship of domesticated elves is, it can't change the poor flesh and the weeds of Hagrid born under these conditions.
It was another ordinary morning, just when the students were reluctant to stuff these unpalatable dishes into their stomachs.
Suddenly many owls flew into the auditorium. They had black feathers, strong wings, and flapped their wings. The students looked at the situation in surprise.
Hogwarts did not receive the letter for many days because it was blocked.
The owls loosened their paws and hundreds of letters were scattered in the air.
"Don't touch it!" Ron stood up, and there were several commanders at the same time.
He saw some lower grade students still want to touch them with their hands, and hurriedly stopped them. The envelopes exploded, and the dark green smoke rose and twisted into the center of the auditorium.
"Your only choice is loyal surrender or ugly death."
-Voldemort. "
The smoke converged into a commanded command.
"Now cover your mouth first!" An old but majestic voice suddenly came from the rostrum.
"Professor McGonagall?" The students' gaze froze.
The old lady was wearing a black robe with a dark green top hat on her head and looked solemn.
"The whirlwind sweeps away!" She raised her wand high and sternly cast the spell.
With a loud shout, the smoke passed through the gate and was swept out of the auditorium
Professor McGonagall went to the guest table and looked at the students present. The indifferent expression was still the same, but her eyes were full of love. She cleared her throat and placed the wand on the wooden table in front of her.
"The Dark Lord officially declared war on us." Professor McGonagall's voice was so serious that the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were a little deeper.
"I know that you will be nervous and scared, and so will I."
"It's nothing to be ashamed of~EbookFREE.me~ But what I know more is that you can overcome. You are a student of Hogwarts, and you will not be ashamed of the school, but proud of it."
"Also..." Professor McGonagall remarked.
"We have to thank him in a way. You have escaped the final exam, haven't you?"
"This semester, all your subjects are full marks." Professor McGonagall began to applaud, and then the students applauded.
She smiled a little, and humor eased the slightly frightened atmosphere
It was just that when she slowly walked down the head table and turned to walk into the hut on the side, facing the dark stone wall, Professor McGonagall’s eyes were a little wet, and she shrivelled her wrinkled right hand and wiped it. Wipe the corners of the eyes.
She didn't know how many people were going to die in the future. Just now, she was strongly supported by everyone, and she seemed very spirited and encouraged morale.
Otherwise, lethargic past is a great blow to morale.