Chapter 926 (1/2)
”Oh, it's not your fault, van Lin,” said Hermione, trembling. ”I don't think anyone would put the devil's trap in a pot and not know that it would kill people. This - this is a murder, a smart murder. If the plant was sent anonymously, how can we find out who did it? ”
Harry didn't think about the devil's trap. He remembered that on the day he went to the Ministry of magic to attend the hearing, when he took the elevator to the ninth floor, he came in from the atrium of a man with a vegetable face.
”Oh, damn Bird? What does he do? ” Van Lin thought about the possible contact with Voldemort, but he had no idea.
”I've met bird,” Harry said slowly, ”in the Ministry of magic, I'm with Mr. Weasley.”
Ron opened his mouth wide. ”Yes, I remember. I heard Dad talk about him at home! He's indescribable - he works in the Department of mysteries! ”
They looked at each other, then Fanlin pulled the paper back to him, closed it, looked at the picture of the ten death eaters on the front page for a moment, and then stood up.
”Where are you going?” Ron asked in surprise.
”Communication, we can't just sit here.” ”Do what you can,” Van Lin said
”Then I..”
”Harry, you have to practice brain sealing, which is very important Oh... ” Van Lim felt a little bad. He couldn't understand what made Voldemort so urgent.
A prophecy ball?
Except for some meaningless nonsense, the prophecy ball is not important at all. It seems that Voldemort is not qualified to commit danger or even kill his mouth.
Well, in addition to the prophecy ball, there must be something else Voldemort wants in the mystery department.
”Wait for me...” Hermione called and ran after her.
”I just hate both of them,” Ron complained, as he and Harry slowly walked out of the hall. ”Tell us what they are going to do, even once, will they die? It only takes ten seconds. ”
”But in fact, he has said enough, I have never seen Hi, Hagrid
Hagrid was standing at the door of the hall, waiting for a group of Ravenclaw's students to pass by. He still has a lot of injuries, just like he came back from the giant that day. There is a new cut on the right side of his nose.
”Are you all right, you two?” He exclaimed, trying to squeeze a smile, but the result was a painful twist.
”How are you, Hagrid?” Harry asked, following him along with Ravenclaw's students.
”Well, well,” Hagrid said in a weak, false tone; he waved to Professor Victor as he passed by, pretending not to look at the frightened expression of the latter. ”Just, busy, you know, the usual things - preparing for class - the monsters are going to lose their tails, and I have to be investigated,” he muttered.
”Are you under investigation?” Ron said aloud, and the students who passed by looked at him curiously.
”I'm sorry - I mean - you're under investigation?” He said in a low voice.
”Yes,” Hagrid said. ”It's not like I thought, to tell you the truth. But you don't have to worry, though it's not going very well, you know, anyway, ”he sighed deeply,” maybe I should put more chili powder, maybe next time the genie's tail will fall off. See you later, Harry, Ron. ”
He stepped down the stone steps and walked from the muddy playground. Harry looked at him, not knowing how much bad news he could bear.