In the Hogwarts Library, Allen, who was forced to compare the answers to the history of magic exam with Hermione, noticed the arrival of Ravenclaw's ghost, Madam Gray. She nodded at Allen when she passed by their desk.
Allen nodded at the female ghost too. "Thank you for your help, Madam Gray."
"That's not my name." Helena? Ravenclaw stopped moving and turned around.
Allen tried to sound her out with uncertainty. "Uh … Sorry. Then, can I call you Helena?" The female ghost nodded before she floated to the wall and went out.
After closing the book in front of him, Allen said to Hermione, who was still immersed in comparing the history of magic books, "Hermione, Hai — Madam Gray just proved that the Mystery Man's plan that Lucius told us happened. Harry just went to look for Mag to tell him about his dream. "Don't bother about the answer. Inform my father to get ready to set up first. Also, if you really have to participate in it personally, go back to the Ministry of Magic and meet up with Penello. Get the Umbrella Team to follow you. "Also, help me keep an eye on her after the battle starts. Don't let Penello get close to me and Lord Voldemort without permission."
In the Gryffindor common room, Harry told Ron about his dream and his conversation with Professor Mag. Ron's mouth was wide open, and he seemed to be in a daze. "Harry, are you sure?"
"I saw it with my own eyes. It was just like when I saw your father being attacked." Harry realized that his voice was trembling. "The problem is, how are we going to get there?"
After a moment of silence, Ron said, "W-where are we going?"
"To the Ministry of Magic. That's the only way we can save Sirius in time!" Harry said loudly. "I can't just stand by and do nothing. You know, he's my only family now."
"We have to use the fireplace network channel." Seeing that Harry was determined, Ron stopped trying to persuade him and began to think of a solution.
"All the fireplaces in Hogwarts are being monitored by the Traffic Management Bureau. It's that traitor Marietta's mother, Mrs. Eckmore, who's in charge!" Harry was a little irritated.
"One of them didn't." Ron tapped his lips with his finger. "The one in Principal Umrich's office, she always kept one for herself."
"Let's go together." Harry and Ron hurriedly turned around, only to see Jenny, Flegg, and Neville standing behind them at some point. It was none other than Jenny who had spoken.
"No, it's too dangerous." Harry refused.
"We are the brave Gryffindor, Harry. We can help," Neville said. Beside him, Freeg nodded desperately.
"You can't help me," Harry rejected impatiently.
"Don't talk like that, Harry," Jenny said coldly.
"Wait," Ron suddenly said. "Wait … Harry, they can help. We need someone to stand guard for us. When we break into her office, we need to prevent the students from getting close, or Slytherin's students will definitely report it to her. "
"Neville and I can stand at either end of the corridor," said Ginny, without hesitation. "Warn people not to go any further, because somebody's got a lot of choking gas in there." Ron looked surprised at Ginny's lie. Jenny shrugged and said, "Fred and George were going to do that."
"Okay, that's it." Although Harry was very impatient, he had to admit that they wanted to accompany him in the face of danger as a sign of concern and loyalty.
Harry and the others soon arrived at the door of the headmistress' office. Facing the stone monster guarding the door, Harry tried the password he had learned from Dumbledore, "Buzz, buzz, honey". To his surprise, it passed on the first try. However, the door with a brass ring blocked their way. Umrich obviously didn't have the authority to activate the real defensive magic system of the headmistress' office. She just forced the door shut in her own way.
Ron held out his wand and said to the door, "Araho, open." But the door didn't budge.
Harry anxiously pulled Ron away and cast a more powerful spell on the door lock, "Open the door!" The lock glowed, but there was still no reaction.
"She set up a protection spell to counter the lockpicking spell," Ron concluded, stroking his chin.
Everyone was a little depressed. Were they going to return empty-handed?
"Um … please let me try." Freeg Brown, who was behind them, said. Behind him, Freeg Brown stepped forward.
After coming to Hogwarts, Freeg's results weren't good. His magic talent and potential were the worst among the young wizards, and he knew nothing about the world of magic because he was born in Muggle. He wasn't like Hermione, either. He had a smart brain like Granger and terrifying executive ability to make up for these shortcomings.
As for his good friend from Muggle's school, Harry, Potter was already a Potter. Potter, on the other hand, was already a famous savior in the magic world. Both adults and children treated him like a celebrity. On the train, Harry was surrounded as soon as he was discovered by the pure-blooded children. As for his other good friend, Allen? After Harris entered Hogwarts, Freeg felt that the gap between them was so big that he doubted whether he had really known Harris before. Or was the Allen he met in Muggle's school really Allen?
Freeg soon found that he didn't have the ability to stay by their side like he did in Muggle's school, or rather, he didn't have the confidence to continue. Under the two halos of Harry and Allen, his grades and progress made him feel even more inferior. He was even worried that Allen, who had become the top scorer in Hogwarts, would really agree to his request when he first entered the school and invite him to Harris's house as a guest. But to Freeg's relief, Allen had apparently forgotten about this agreement. The gap between him and the others was getting wider and wider, and even Harry, who had the title of Savior, had long been left behind …
Until Freeg? Brown and Neville? Longbottom found that they were similar. They completely ignored the pure-blooded and Muggle's origins in the true sense, and became good friends who supported each other and didn't bring pressure to each other.
But at this moment, seeing how anxious and depressed Harry and the others were because their spells didn't work, Freeg habitually looked for Neville. The usually cowardly Neville knew that Freeg was in a worse situation than himself, so he bravely stood up and became his friend's spokesman.
Realizing that Neville was keeping watch in the distance, Freeg took a deep breath and requested to give it a try.
"Freeg, what are you doing?" Ron watched in puzzlement as Freeg plucked out his hair and pulled out his fourteen-inch cypress unicorn hair wand. He didn't understand what this student, who usually couldn't cast ordinary spells, was planning to do.
Freeg turned his hair into an iron wire and inserted it into the gap of the lock. He was so nervous that he even tried twice before he succeeded. Freeg turned it gently, revealing a hint of confidence that he rarely showed. "This is the Muggle's opening technique. When I was a child, my sister often locked me in my room to prevent me from going out to play when the adults had to go out. I have to find a way to get myself out."
The young wizards looked at Freeg curiously. Could a Muggle solve a problem that couldn't be solved by magic?
After a few turns, Freeg clicked and the lock opened. He jumped back excitedly and looked at Harry with sparkling eyes. "Cool! At least I can still help you, Harry. Umrich really only thinks about how to resist the magic of wizards. "
Freeg's speed of speech and his voice, which had obviously changed due to puberty, dazed Harry for a moment. He felt as if he had returned to the Muggle school, to the time when he, Allen, and Freeg were fighting against his cousin Dali. How did his three good friends become like this? Thinking of this, Harry opened his mouth and wanted to thank this good friend whom he had neglected for a long time, but he found that the word was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound. In the end, Harry put his hand on Freeg's shoulder and hugged him hard. Then, he pushed open the door and strode in.
In the headmaster's office. Umrich had hung her plates with pictures of all kinds of cats on them on the wall, opposite the portraits of the previous headmasters.
The ugly kittens were basking in the setting sun on their plates. Other than that, the office was silent. Ron heaved a sigh of relief. But what he didn't see was that the weird black cat on the plate in the corner silently turned around and left the portrait.
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