Happy times were always short-lived.
At the end of the banquet, Dumbledore stood up from his seat and tapped his cutlery to signal for everyone to quiet down.
"Oh, now that everyone is full, I have a few words to say to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I would like to remind everyone of a few things to take note of. "
"Freshmen, please take note that students are not allowed to enter the woods on campus. Our seniors should also remember this point. "
Dumbledore glanced at Gryffindor with his sparkling eyes, and then looked around before retracting his gaze.
"Also, the administrator, Mr. Filch, wants me to remind everyone not to use magic in the corridor during class."
"The Quidditch players' evaluation will be held in the second week of the semester. Students who are interested in joining the school's representative team, please contact Mrs. Huo Qi."
"Lastly, I have to remind everyone that those who do not wish to encounter accidents and die a painful death, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."
"What's the situation?"
Stephen whispered into Jon's ear, "Did something happen in the corridor on the fourth floor again?"
Jon naturally knew what was going on, but he could not say it out loud in public, and he had no way to explain how he knew.
"I'll tell you when I ask Dumbledore tomorrow."
The two of them ended their conversation hurriedly because the school song had started.
According to tradition, after the students finished singing the school song, everyone would disperse.
…
The freshmen were naturally led by the head of the class, and the second-year students could return to their respective dormitories without worrying about anything.
Back in the familiar dormitory, Jon could only sleep well this time. He was a little disappointed that he would not be suddenly dragged into the Demonic Fairy Castle again.
"Don't be in a daze, boss. Tell us, what's the learning plan for the new semester?"
Stephen was taking off his clothes, and the ones speaking were Scully and Feren.
"Why are you two so active? I've never seen you two so eager to learn before."
"Times have changed. These two guys played too hard during the holidays. Feren was fine, but Scully was reprimanded at home. He plans to work hard this semester, and Feren is his page boy."
Stephen loosened his bow tie and cuffs and mercilessly exposed the truth. "It's a pity that I think Feren is much more serious in his studies than he is."
"Don't say that. It's good that Scully has such a heart."
Jon also joked. He walked forward, picked up the two of them from their chairs, and stuffed them into their respective tents. "Sleep well. We have to go to class tomorrow morning. Aren't you tired? We'll talk about the study plan in two days when we're free. What's the rush? "
"That's right, that's right. What's the rush?"
Stefen was especially relaxed in the dormitory. He didn't have the attitude he had outside.
"I'm going to sleep. You should sleep early too."
Throwing his uniform into the basket, Stephen also went into the tent.
Jon smiled and waved his wand to extinguish the candle. He then went into his own small space.
Long time no see, my bed.
After a tiring day of traveling, Jon lay on the bed and quickly fell asleep.
It was a good night's sleep.
…
MI0 Headquarters, Basement 7, Classified Affairs Office.
"Prison break?"
Corinna frowned.
"Yes."
The fat man sitting on the opposite side of the table got up and walked to the door. After checking that there was no one around, he turned around and closed the door. "The higher-ups have just issued a confidentiality rule. I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone."
"Don't worry. Don't you trust me?"
Corinna nodded and said, "But don't you feel guilty at all when you're blatantly acting as an insider information dealer? Also, I remember that your salary is quite high. As a confidential secretary, you actually eat so much at public expense during work. Aren't you afraid of getting high blood pressure? "
However, these words didn't have any impact at all. Just as Corinna was speaking, the fat man opposite her had already taken out a whole piece of hot fried chicken from the refrigerator and placed it in front of him.
"High blood pressure is not a big deal. A dose of cardiopulmonary enhancer will solve it. Anyway, I have staff subsidies."
The man pressed a hidden button on the side of the pen holder and took out two small bags containing disposable gloves from the small compartment that popped out. He handed one of them to Corinna.
Corinna took it and looked back at it helplessly. Usually, he ate and drank lavishly and was reimbursed by staff subsidies. Even so, he was still sitting firmly in the position of confidential secretary. She had to admit that the ability of the man in front of her was indeed outstanding.
"Tell me. Besides me, who did you tell this information to?"
Corinna put on the gloves, tore a piece of chicken and stuffed it into her mouth, trying to ask for details.
"You really want to know?"
"Of course. Who's joking with you? I wasted my time and weight to eat fried chicken with you here just to joke with you."
"You all know."
The "you all" naturally referred to Corinna and the others.
Obviously, the 15 heads of the MI0 special zones all knew now.
"So, you're the one who's responsible for informing us!"
Corinna angrily snatched a chicken drumstick. "Next time, if you talk about confidential matters with me, I'll sew your mouth shut with a stapling machine."
"As the head of the special zones, you're the most high-end action force in the bureau. It's necessary to tell you."
The man quickly snatched the other drumstick to prevent it from being snatched away again. "Do you think it's easy for us to be secretaries? We're suppressed by the boss, bullied by you guys, and suffer in the underground all day long. It's hard for us too. "
"But the watchers near Newmungaard said that Grindelwald is still inside and nothing strange has happened."
"But the news from the Hogwarts is that the Black Wizard has indeed appeared. According to the previous grudges, the British are his primary target. Coupled with the existence of the Black Devil, it's not convenient for us to intervene in the affairs of the Wizard's World now. We can only be vigilant."
"Is there a mole?"
"We haven't found out yet, but we don't think it's an insider. After all, Newmungaard is not the place we're responsible for. And the mole you mentioned is mainly on Voldemort's side. They're all the roots of the disaster left behind in the past."
The man complained as he ate the fried chicken. "Now the Wizard's World is loose on the outside but tight on the inside. Dumbledore looks like he doesn't care, but he's secretly in charge of everything. The entire Phoenix Society has secretly laid out a defense net. The director wants us to be mainly responsible for the outside."
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