94 Diagon Alley

    Come around this corner until George scratched Jr in her palm. In an instant, she figured out all the things that didn't make sense before. Yes, who would doubt a dead man? This loss, they ate it once on Peter Pettigrew last year.

    "Why didn't they catch him right away?" She shuddered and said to George.

    George was also at a loss, and could only say: "Maybe he is waiting for an opportunity?"

    "Then we really should keep it a secret from Harry."

    "Harry is the one with the most power to know the truth." George disagreed. If that dangerous fake professor was going to target Harry, how could they allow Harry to trust a Death Eater wholeheartedly Woolen cloth?

    "The more you know, the more you expose." Gwen explained calmly, "and Sirius is in the school. If Dumbledore thinks there is something Leigh could know that his godfather should have been the first to tell him."

    "I can't take it. We're pretty good friends with Harry," said George firmly.

    Look, Gwen snickered inwardly, my boyfriend is smart, brave, rational and mature, but he still treats his friends like a little boy who can't lie.

    "We can help him in other ways." Gwen patted George on the back reassuringly, "like I'm willing to sacrifice myself to be a magician like Professor Trelawney—warning All my bad hunch."

    "Then I'll tell him that the Marauder's Map was confiscated by his godfather." George smirked, "That's their housework."

    Gwen and George might have guessed, and after they left, there was an unpleasant discussion in the principal's office.

    "How could he still be alive?" Snape asked darkly.

    "I think we all know that Azkaban can't stop some talented wizards." Dumbledore's mood didn't seem to be disturbed, and he could still watch Sirius joking.

    The latter is now on the verge of breaking out, "Let me go! Let me catch him! This nasty, filthy Death Eater!"

    "Calm down, Sirius." Dumbledore's slightly dignified voice suppressed him, "We need to figure out his purpose."

    Snape looked up at the Headmaster with a puzzled look, as if he was telling a big joke, "Purpose? What purpose can he have? Except to kill Potter's sacrifice to him Owner."

    "He had a chance to kill Harry in the first level, but he didn't." Dumbledore pointedly pointed out, "In fact he seems to have a complete plan, then we should also Make a plan to deal with it."

    Everyone fell into contemplation.

    "Even if he won't endanger Harry's life for a while, the big plan you said will only get worse, not better." Sirius said in a muffled voice, how could he be calm? There's a dangerous man lurking in the Hogwarts castle and teaching his godson a weekly lesson!

    "Watch him, Severus, and see what he's going to do." Dumbledore looked at Snape at this time. The old bat-like professor was very dissatisfied with this request, but he could not find a reason to refuse. I could only accept it with disgust like being stuffed with a candied pineapple.

    "Protect Harry, Sirius. Harry needs to make sure he doesn't slip out alone. Did you say Harry's scar hurts again recently?"

    Snape grabbed his left forearm subconsciously.

    "During the summer vacation, one day he had a nightmare and woke up in the morning covering his scar." Sirius looked worried, "Harry didn't tell me what he dreamed about, but it seems that recently his The scar stings again."

    Snape turned his back on him and whispered to Dumbledore, "It's back... Karkaroff's too... more visible and clearer than ever..."

    Dumbledore sighed again, looking even older and more tired. "There have been several disappearances over the years when Voldemort's power has grown. Bertha Jorkins has disappeared from Voldemort's last hideout, and Mr. Crouch has disappeared...and a third disappearance. , unfortunately the Ministry of Magic considers it insignificant because the missing person is a Muggle. His name is Frank Bryce and he lives in the village where Voldemort's father was born. He has been missing since last August. You know, I I read Muggle newspapers, unlike most of my friends in the Ministry."

    Dumbledore looked at Sirius and Snape very seriously: "I think these disappearances are connected, but the Ministry doesn't think so. If he can't kill Harry yet, So what do they want? Hopefully I'm not mistaken, then we can let Moody do his job properly. Maybe this is an opportunity." He tapped his glasses with a flick of his finger, "We also need Lupin… Do some research...his mission is ahead of schedule."

    "Don't act rashly, Sirius." Dumbledore suddenly turned to Black, whose head was bowed in confusion, "Little Crouch is a dangerous and cruel wizard. At the same time he is very strong and cautious. Done. Your mission, don't startle the snake."

    The hated Sirius remembered how that man had shown off his achievements in Azkaban - the Longbottoms - and many poor people.

    "Old Ollivander's children—" He opened his eyes angrily.

    Dumbledore's voice was full of grief they seldom heard, "I don't think Miss Ollivander knows about it yet. Garrick won't tell her..." said After finishing this, the great white wizard gradually eased his expression, and a little light appeared in his eyes.

    "Did I read it wrong?" Snape snorted sneeringly from his big nose, "You look a little happy?"

    "I am indeed happy, Severus." Dumbledore even made himself a cup of tea, "because I see more possibilities. For Harry, for the next generation of children Wizards—hope."

    Second item

    George and Gwen haven't figured out how to explain the whereabouts of the Marauder's map to Harry, but Sirius seems to be one step ahead of them. So when the two of them meet the Harry trio at the dinner table, he's still a little weird, "Hey, I know you guys helped me put away the map that night. But how did you get to Sirius in the end?"

    "Didn't Mr. Black tell you?" Gwen decided after the meeting to have more respect for Harry's godfather, you can't forget that he is a good dog just because he can become a cute big dog A wizard on a par with Snape - of course, that's just Gwen's guess.

    "No, he also warned me not to wander around the castle by myself." Harry looked very frustrated. "It's not like him at all."

    George shrugged, "Harry, be careful for Gryffindor's sake." He stirred his mushroom soup over and over with a spoon, "Snape has been trying to catch yours. The handle. Not to mention students from the other two schools are also at Hogwarts, in case—"

    "Just in case they try to stumble you, like Krum." Ron mutilated the sausages on his plate with a fork, venting his anger.

    "Little brother Ronnie, I thought you loved him the most." Fred joined the conversation.

    Gwen poked Hermione curiously, "Why is he still angry? It's almost half a month after Christmas."

    Hermione rolled her eyes, "Speak with conscience, Gwen, who is the one who should be more angry."

    Gwen immediately raised her hand to indicate that she was on the witch's side.

    "...and I don't have time for a night out, I have to figure out a way to get through the second project." Harry, across the table, complained to the twins.

    "So what is he going to face this time?" Gwen asked Miss Know-it-all curiously, "Hyrasha? Teaching trolls to dance ballet?"

    Hermione hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Do you know of any spells that can keep a person alive for an hour at the bottom of a lake?"

    "Invincible?" Gwen said subconsciously.

    "Don't be kidding, Gwen." Hermione retorted sternly, "Harry is going to hunt for treasures at the bottom of the lake, and fire and water can only keep him dry. He also needs oxygen."

    "Bubble head spell?" Gwen tried to dig his own knowledge base, "Garrick used to use it when catching water snakes, the spell was Ebublio, if the spell is successful, there will be a big bubble around the head . But it's not an easy spell, I thought it would take at least seventh grade to learn it."

    Hermione looked confident, but Gwen asked her to note that Harry was still a fourth grader who was stupid enough to vomit juice at the sight of pretty girls.

    "Why not let Sirius teach you Animagus?" Fred leaned forward and whispered to Harry. "You can be any fish—preferably not a squid—that big guy under the Black Lake might think of you as his offspring, or a beautiful female squid."

    Harry showed a disgusting expression, Ron high-fives between him and his brother, "I think so too, even if it becomes a goldfish or a frog?"

    "It takes years to become an Animagus, and then you have to register, which is a lot of trouble." Hermione said vaguely, "Professor McGonagall told us, remember uh...you have to register with the Office of the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic...what animal are you going to be, what mark are you going to be so people don't hurt you..."

    "And what if the animal you changed couldn't swim?" Gwen disagreed, "Think about it, Harry. Even if you are talented, you can practice it in a month, and the competition The night before you found out that your Animagus was a cat or a dog or a bee." Gwen said, looking at Harry who was trying to swallow a fruit tart, "Even if you're lucky