Just as most people were worried about, the situation in the British Wizardry World did not improve. Instead, it began to develop in a more turbulent direction.
At this time, on the Wizardry TV in the Gryffindor public lounge, the solemn voice of the host Hibiscus Chinensis Dracul sounded, "Today, three more Muggle villages in the north of Scotland were attacked by the Death Eater Grim Fire … The Ministry of Magic successfully extinguished the Grim Fire and helped the Muggle recover … Mr. Georgi Monte, a member of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards, once again sent a warning, requesting that the British Ministry of Magic must take effective measures to protect the safety of the lives and property of the Muggle in their jurisdiction. Otherwise, they will propose to the International Union of Wizards and Wizards to use Article 73 of the International Act of Wizardry to impose disciplinary punishment."
These Death Eaters were getting worse. Harry looked at Hermione who was hunched over a desk in the corner of the public lounge and walked over.
On Hermione's desk, there was a pile of thick magic books. Hermione looked up from the high stack of books and glanced at Harry. She then moved a large pile of parchment papers on a chair to make space for him.
"Hermione, what is Allen's plan?" Harry had just sat down when he directly opened his mouth.
"Don't worry about Harry. Trust in Allen. He can handle these things." Hermione said indifferently and continued to write and draw on the book.
Harry leaned over to take a look. The page opened to read: In 1750, Article 73 was added to the Act of Secrecy, stating that each wizard administration would bear the responsibility of hiding, caring for, and controlling all magical animals, people, and ghosts living in their jurisdiction. If there is such food that causes harm to the Muggle society or attracts their attention, then the magic administration of that country will be subject to disciplinary punishment by the International Union of Wizards and Wizards.
Noticing Harry's expression, Hermione explained, "I'm writing a review, and then I'll post it on the Daily Prophet and Let's Disagree."
"Do you know when Allen is free these days?" Hermione, who had already lowered her head to continue reading, looked up. Harry scratched the back of his head and explained, "On the day when Allen and Dumbledore had an argument, after the ancient magic class, I had some information and speculations that I wanted to tell him, but Allen seemed to be busy with something else at that time. He told me that he knew the general situation and that he would find time to talk to me in detail later … But it's already been a few days …"
"If it's not some little secret between wizards, Harry, you can tell me first," Hermione sat up straight and took out her wand. Then, she cast a Deafness Spell around her and Harry.
Harry did not hesitate. He told Hermione about his suspicions about Pency and Snape's snitch. However, he avoided talking about what happened in the cave and only vaguely mentioned that he and Dumbledore fell into a trap when they were looking for the mysterious soul vessel.
Hermione, who did not connect the cave with Harry's adventure, focused all her attention on the prophecy. She was very indignant. "It was Professor Snape who told the mysterious person about your parents? I thought he … Well, Harry, I'll help you rush Allen when I see him tonight after the curfew. "
"Well, Hermione, I'll look for Jenny first. I guess we'll have to borrow your Thunderbird soon. She seems to be able to feel a second heart in the thunderstorm." Harry looked at Hermione's messy table and got up to leave. After taking a few steps, he wondered why Hermione wanted to see Allen after the curfew.
Although Hermione personally wrote a very sharp article and published it in the Daily Prophet and Sopranos, Family Harris's situation was not alleviated. Their situation was pushed to a worse state by the sudden incident in the Hogwarts.
After that, in the ancient magic practice field, many young wizards who had already developed a habit of changing their equipment came to the field spontaneously and began to practice various spells in twos and threes.
In the forbidden area at the edge of the field, under a bush, soil flew in all directions, forming a small pile at the side. Harry pointed at the soil on the ground with his wand, as if two pairs of invisible hands were digging quickly.
"Harry, slow down, slow down … Stop … We're almost there." Jenny hurriedly stopped her boyfriend and squatted down. She slowly searched the soil with her hands and took out a small wooden box.
"Jenny, why are you so careful? What's inside?" Harry, who was pushed aside by Jenny, looked at his girlfriend strangely. After taking out the box, she took out an empty jar from her waist pouch and put some soil in it.
Jenny lowered her head and looked at the wooden box sadly. "Arnold's in there."
Harry understood her plan. He stroked Jenny's arm to comfort her and went back to the middle of the field. The moment his girlfriend looked at him, Harry took out his wand and thoughtfully created a table.
Jenny put down the jar and opened the wooden box. When the rotten smell spread out, she did not use her hands directly. Instead, she took out her wand and cleaned the body inside into a small animal skeleton. She then let it float on the table that she had just created.
Flegg stopped his spell practice and walked over. He stared at the skeleton that looked like a little mouse, but it didn't look like a mouse at all. It was almost a ball when it was alive. "What kind of animal's skeleton is this?"
"Arnold's a dandelion," Jenny said sadly. Jenny sounded sad. "But it's very special. It's a purple pygmy cattail that Fred and George bred. I've been taking good care of it since they gave it to me, but it died before Christmas, so I buried it in the bushes next to the field for practical lessons."
"Why didn't I think of that?! Resurrecting her beloved pet … If I had known, I would've scattered it in the sea … "Fraig was very envious. When he was in junior high school, his family had a pet dog that loved to swim very much. When it died, Fraig's sister, who was a lawyer, even burned it to ashes and scattered it in the sea.
Jenny took out a jar from the pocket of her robe and filled it with salty water.
Jenny carefully mixed the contents of the two pots in the air with her wand. Even when a strand of her red hair fell down her cheek, she didn't bother to brush it away. She simply bit her lower lip and let the mixed soil cover the velvety skeleton in front of her evenly.
Then, she picked up the black agate that Allen had given her. Judging the size of the skeleton, she carefully cut off a very small piece and divided it into two pieces, covering the two eye sockets of the skeleton.
"Jenny, so that's why you went to Hagrid's place so many times. Don't be nervous. Hagrid's rooster is much bigger than this one. You've succeeded before." Harry looked at his girlfriend's tense body and hurried to comfort her. "We should be worried that your mother will be angry. She didn't ask you to quit Allen's class, but she didn't ask you to practice necromancy. She even wrote me a letter asking me to supervise you … But we all practiced necromancy …"
"Your godfather, Sirius, is much more open-minded than my mother. But I can hide it in my pocket during the holidays," Jenny replied. She stopped talking and calmed herself down. In her heart, she prayed for Merlin and Ravenclaw's blessings.
As Jenny started the ritual, a black mist rose from the mixture of mud and salt water. The gem in Pu Rongrong's eye sockets turned into powder.
Pu Rongrong's skeleton suddenly stood up and wobbled on the table, two red spots glowing in the shadows of its empty eye sockets. Jenny prodded the skeleton's ribs again, and Pu Rongrong wobbled and turned around on the table. It opened its mouth as if it wanted to scream, but in the end, it could only make some creaking sounds due to the collision of bones.
"Arnold is no longer Arnold." Jenny recalled the purple furry thing that she had held in her hand back then. She looked at the furless skeleton in front of her and sighed. "It's a pity that I didn't think of preserving its body. Otherwise, I could've revived it into a more advanced undead creature when my necromancy skills were more advanced … Harry, I won't be able to hear Arnold sing on Boxing Day anymore."
"Maybe we can paint its bones purple? Dumbledore likes this color too … "Harry remembered that he was still angry with Dumbledore when he mentioned him out of habit. He hurriedly changed the topic." By the way, Jenny, how did Arnold get its name? I can't remember the details. "
"There was once an issue of the 'Daily Prophet' that reported on my father, who was still banned from abusing the Muggle Products Division at the time. They mistakenly wrote his name, Arthur, as Arnold. So I made a joke and named this Pu Rongrong Arnold." Jenny touched Pu Rongrong's head with her finger. The previous furry feeling was replaced by the hardness of the bones. However, the skeleton reacted the same way when it was touched, which made Jenny feel a little happier. Although low-level undead creatures didn't have much intelligence, this was just the result of Jenny's orders.
The sound of shutters clicking was heard. Harry thought it was Colin Creevey, but when he looked up, he realized it was Slytherin's Theodore Nott. He seemed to have the same interest as Colin and was taking pictures everywhere with a wizard's camera. Harry knew that Theodore Nott was up to something again and was about to scold him when a female voice rang out.
"Jenny, did you succeed?!" Hannah Abo and Susan Burns from Hufflepuff saw the scene and walked over to watch enviously. Like most of the little witches, they had a good relationship with Jenny who was very popular.
Jenny was stunned when she saw Susan Burns' outfit. She asked, "Susan? Why didn't you wear a protective robe before coming to train? Did you quit too? "
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