Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 569 Preparation for the First Project
McGuffin and Harry almost fled back to the Gryffindor tower and back to the dormitory. Neither of them mentioned Mrs. Pince and Filch again...

In fact, they hardly spoke that night, each thinking of their own thoughts, and went back to bed and lay down in silence.

But McGuffin understood... Harry, like himself, should have been unable to close his eyes and sleep for a long time.

He was now staring at the canopy of the four-poster bed, trying to forget what he had just seen, and he knew Harry should be doing the same...otherwise they wouldn't be able to sleep at all.

However, McGuffin's brain seemed to be filled with cement and solidified for a while. After a long time, he realized that he could rely on [Occlumency] to isolate this memory.

But even with this spell, he couldn't completely eliminate the impact of that almost shocking scene in his brain, and he always recalled it unconsciously.

Ron snored loudly in the dormitory.

snore.

Harry slammed the pillow angrily, but Ron rolled over on his back, and the snoring followed like a tidal wave.

McGuffin patted his pillow back and forth to make it sag, and pulled his quilt tightly over him to make them more comfortable. He wanted sleep to come soon.

He controlled himself with all his attention, not thinking about it.

The next day, McGuffin and Harry woke up with dark circles under their eyes, and their heads were groggy and dizzy.

He stayed up almost all night, until dawn, dreaming that he and Harry had turned into Dobby the house elf, serving Mrs. Irma Pince, and Argus Filch...the 'crystallization' of love between the two,
—a little Filch.

When little Filch hung them up with the old Filch's cherished teacher's iron chains, and was about to execute the "whipping"——

"Harry, MacGuffin, wake up... hurry up..."

Ron woke them up.

He made a lot of noise and made a lot of noise, saying that he wanted to cheer Harry up and help him train as a warrior for the 'Top Ten Tournament'.

"It can't go on like this, Harry."

"Look... Cedric, Krum... Even that idiot Donald is preparing for the event... Harry, you must cheer up and prepare well..."

As he said this, he got the two of them out of bed.

But obviously, Harry...especially MacGuffin, who had nothing to do with it, didn't accept his favor. The two of them lay annoyed on the table in the common room, on the long dining table in the auditorium...dozing off.

Afterwards, they took a rest before telling Ron and Hermione what happened to them last night.

However, the two of them didn't mention the matter of Mrs. Filch and Mrs. Pince. Once Ron, a big mouth, knew about it...then it would be two steps away from the whole school and the whole magic world knowing about it.

What's more, in the next few days, that man Filch... always made some kind of close guard against McGuffin and Harry,
That cold and trembling gaze was always at a certain corner, behind their backs... poking at the two of them...to remind McGuffin and Harry of the promise they had made.

That's annoying.

McGuffin's training for Harry had to be moved to Hagrid's side, in the vegetable garden near the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

There are two advantages here, one is that Filch can be avoided, and Donald Eastfork both have a malicious marking on Harry, and McGuffin...to a certain extent.Of course, you can also avoid the spies of other warriors and students...

Secondly, it's close to the dragon's habitat and the place where Hagrid's fried-tailed snails gather...

Not only can they observe the actions and trajectories of these two monsters... they can also ask Hagrid and Charlie Weasley to find out the weaknesses and preferences of those scorpion people, three-headed dogs, five-legged monsters and other monsters, so as to arrange some kind of special training for Harry for the first project.

"what!--!"

Once again, Harry fell heavily from mid-air into the vegetable field. He smashed a pumpkin-like melon fruit (it looked like it, but it was too big and had a thin skin) with his kick.

Splashes of juice mixed with dark brown earth,

Spotted Harry's wizard robes.

However, he didn't care. He stood up, patted his legs and feet, and stood up again.

"McGuffin, show me again how you did it..." Harry picked up the eye that had been thrown aside, the mirror on it was cracked into small pieces, and it was still covered with various gray mud spots.

"Restored as before!"

"Clean up!"

After Hermione sighed softly, she waved her wand, repaired the glasses in Harry's hand, and persuaded, "Harry, do you have to let yourself fly? 【Flying Curse】Even senior wizards after graduation can't learn it...It's a complex advanced spell, and it doesn't have a clear spell...It relies on the careful manipulation of its own magic power, and it can be done spontaneously and consciously when it has a certain degree of control over spells like "Levitation Curse"..."

"Pleasant to say," said Ron.

He was looking disgusted, staring vigilantly at the two smaller snails tied to the edge of the Forbidden Forest on the other side, for fear that these two monsters would break free from their restraints and rush over to attack them.

As for the large snail, I don't know if it has been placed in the [Endless Maze], or it was dragged away by... Hegla for a walk,
This is unknown...

Anyway, there was only a very wide and strong wooden stake standing in place, on which a small piece of hemp rope the thickness of a wrist fell.

After the training of the four lasted for a period of time,

Hagrid (leading a big black dog) finally came out of the Forbidden Forest, but behind him was a wall of fog that blocked the sky and the sun.

After seeing this situation, McGuffin slowly floated down from the sky, and gave Harry a final order,
"Harry, focus in one direction... You cast [Levitation Charm] on your shoes first."

"Then keep your balance and see if you can fly..."

"This is the last time!"

"All right!"

Harry replied with some frustration, then waved his wand and carefully cast the [Levitation Charm] on his shoe.

It's a pity that just like the other spells he casts, they are powerful and have a lot of magic power, but they are not good at controlling them.

Harry turned 180 degrees directly, like an upside-down rocket, shot straight into the sky, and 'fleeed' from the ground without looking back.

"Stop the curse!"

Hermione waved her wand helplessly, and Harry immediately rushed down from the sky with a series of screams.

McGuffin had to cast a [Shock Absorbing Charm] on Harry again to let him land safely.

At this time, Hagrid and Sirius (Padfoot) also led them back to Hagrid's hut before the thick fog enveloped the place.

The thick white fog outside completely obscured everything in sight.

The fog was stronger and thicker than before, and it also had a cold feeling... as if it suddenly brought the weather to a cold winter.

Hagrid held his beloved little red umbrella upside down for a while, and lit up the fire in the hut.

For a while, the place immediately became relaxed.

The room was dimly lit, the only source of light being the fire in the fireplace.

MacGuffin, Harry and the others sat on the low stool provided by Hagrid, and Sirius (who had already recovered his original form) sat opposite them and looked at MacGuffin and Harry... With Fang lying on his feet, this guy lazily leaned his body against the fire, not afraid of the flames burning his hair.

Hagrid was boiling the tea, and his huge body almost blocked the light from the fire even more, making the cabin even darker.

Harry looked at his godfather, and said very happily, "Sirius—how are you? Have you always lived here?"

"Well, Dumbledore allowed me to stay at the school to protect you... Hagrid kindly took me in."

"I turned into Padfoot and lived here...the Ministry of Magic, the Aurors didn't even notice." Black said, looking at Harry with concern.

Those eyes hadn't gotten rid of Azkaban yet, and there was the impact of picking up the bad news not long ago. His expression was full of melancholy, and when his eyes turned to McGuffin, he was still vigilant.

Sirius' tone became serious, "Leave me alone... I have food and shelter, and I can still see you... I don't know how many times better my life is than before."

"...Hagrid took me to Charlie's place just now...to see the dragon..."

"Harry, I heard that among the projects that will appear in your first project... there will be dragons..." His tone was extremely worried.

"Fire Dragon? It doesn't matter...we already know where the first project will be held." Ron, with a big mouth, hurried away without showing off, and naturally said it in front of the two of them.

Although Hagrid and Sirius would not betray them.

But Ron's actions still caused the three of them to roll their eyes together.

"How do you know? It's impossible... This is the top secret of the 'Top Ten Tournament' committee, no one...even I just found out about it not long ago." Hagrid said, he stood up, poured a cup of steaming strong tea for everyone, and then sat down on the big bed (the wooden bed creaked).

MacGuffin saw Hagrid and Sirius looking at him suspiciously, as if these things were all related to MacGuffin... He had to say that it was the thoughtless Sir Nick who revealed the relevant information to Harry and him.

He pushed everything... the [Endless Labyrinth·Secret Library] information source to the ghost.

Hagrid was quite understanding.

"Well, those ghosts who have lived in the castle all their lives do know a lot about the school...or there are some things that even Dumbledore can't know, but ask them about it." Hagrid said.

Sirius nodded in agreement.

"However, even if you know the information held there... it won't help much. No one has been in that place for a long time. When I was a student, it was used as the four legends of Hogwarts Castle along with Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, Gryffindor's old classroom duel venue, and Hufflepuff's Nurturing Garden... We have explored and researched it..." Blake said, "However, in the end, we found nothing..."

"And apart from the fire dragon...the fried-tailed snail, the three-headed dog...these visible enemies, I am more worried about other things."

"What is it?" Harry asked, not understanding... what could be scarier than a dragon.

"Some things exposed by the warriors this time...Although the Ministry of Magic said that it was the problem of the goblin contractor, I learned from Dumbledore that it is not that simple... In the current castle, there must be one or two villains... For example, Severus..."

"Like... Karkaroff."

"Karkaroff?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, that guy..." said Black, "Harry, he's a Death Eater."

"Or was a Death Eater."

"I heard from Hagrid... about the accident that happened during your selection. It's very doubtful, this way... almost smells like Death Eaters."

"That's what they did in the beginning... pretending to accidentally punish those wizards who spoke up for Muggles. Later... when most wizards didn't dare to speak out because of fear, those people just killed opponents..."

"And I heard something... Harry!"

"I've studied every little bit of information that's been spread from the Leaky Cauldron... to the Hog's Head, the Three Broomsticks... the uneasy propaganda in the papers..."

"In the wizarding world, among wizards... there is an undercurrent of people. Something is going to happen... Harry! You have to be careful, if the Dark Lord does come back, there will be quite a few people taking credit for your head.

Sirius tried to say scary things as much as possible, trying to make Harry's vigilance, beware of those evil people, and conspiratorial accidents.

"Speaking of which...not just Karkaroff, those two representatives of Japanese wizards...Narnia Makhu, and Akinbad...Among so many people, there are too many wizards we don't know the details of among them...It's too dangerous."

"Harry, if it weren't for the magic protocol of the Goblet of Fire, I really don't agree with you participating in this competition." Sirius was extremely worried.

"It doesn't matter? Anyway, Professor Dumbledore is still at school, aren't they... those Death Eaters afraid of him?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"The real Death Eaters are all staying in Azkaban. Those who can stay now are not the kind of lurking, pure-blood wizards with a more stubborn stand, or the kind of double-faced...for example, Karkaroff...the guy who escaped from prison by betraying other Death Eaters."

"However, I can't trust those traitors. Since they can betray Voldemort for their lives, once the Dark Lord makes a comeback, it's hard not to sell something crazily in order to escape the punishment of the mysterious man..."

Having said that, Black gritted his teeth, obviously thinking of Wormtail again.

"They have become active now, and they are very likely to cause trouble! Planning some tricks..." Black changed the subject, "Fortunately, Mad-Eye Moody is coming soon, and he can keep an eye on those people... Maybe that's why Dumbledore called him here."

"Maybe he can investigate who caused the rampage of the magical ceremony," Harry said.

"Is it Karkaroff?" Ron asked.

"I can't tell... But these guys probably don't have that much courage and courage... Before Voldemort has completely gained the upper hand, they generally won't make any drastic moves." Sirius said.

"I don't need them now, snails, charmanders, scorpions... If I'm not careful when participating in the competition... everything will be like an accident." Harry said with a wry smile.

"Charmanders are easy to deal with, and snails... are not a problem. They're either territorial or slow... Harry you just have to avoid them. The only thing that worries me a bit in the game is the scorpion..."

"what does it mean?"

"Those scorpions! They are the war tools of ancient wizards... loyal, fearless, and powerful."

"As long as someone gives a hint and can control the scorpion...that match will turn into a massacre...Harry, if you find anything wrong." Sirius shuddered and continued, "It's better for you to surrender directly and get out of there first."

Harry looked at Black with puffy eyes, obviously he couldn't imagine that his godfather would come up with such an idea.

(End of this chapter)