Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

"What now? Dumbledore is not at school. 99

Hearing Hermione talking about what happened before, Harry panicked.

"How about... let's find Professor McGonagall?"

Ronald thought of the dean for the first time,

"No, the professor won't listen to us without evidence.

Overruled Ronald's opinion, Harry looked in the direction where Quirrell left, his eyes firm.

"Voldemort's purpose is definitely the Philosopher's Stone, as long as we get the Philosopher's Stone, his conspiracy will not succeed!

"You're crazy! Harry, that's Voldemort!

Hermione's eyes widened, looking at Harry in disbelief.

"Hermione, I beat him once, didn't I? Voldemort can't do anything to me. 35

As he spoke, Harry took the lead and ran towards the fourth floor.

And Ronald, also gritted his teeth and followed behind his friends, going forward.

"Crazy! Crazy!"

Hermione stomped angrily, but there was nothing she could do about the two guys.

He could only take out his mobile phone and hurriedly sent a message to Amber, then chased after the two of them and came to the corridor on the fourth floor together.

At this time, Amber obviously didn't know about the trio's death-defying journey.

He came out of the Ministry of Magic, suddenly feeling refreshed. 600

It was a coincidence that he was able to pull Fudge onto his chariot this time.

Amber wouldn't have dared to act rashly if he hadn't signed in to get Fudge's diary and learned about the true ambitions of the Minister of Magic.

But now, everything is different.

Fudge's ambition will become the most violent driving force. He wants to concentrate power, to get rid of the Presbyterian Church, to become famous and even to be re-elected, and he cannot do without his own support.

And Fudge is a smart man, and Amber believes that when he knows what happened to the Bock family, he will make the right judgment.

Waving to the Knights Bus, Amber skillfully paid for the bus and headed to Hogsmeade.

He hates Floo powder quite a bit, so he usually doesn't need it if he can.

But he didn't expect that such a habit would bring him extra rewards.

On the Knights bus, Amber was sleeping with his eyes closed.

Suddenly his ears moved, and the super physique transformed by King Arthur's contract keenly detected the conversation between the two people in the front of the bed tent.

"What does the master mean by letting us go to Hogwarts this time? Could it be, to fight Dumbledore?"

"Don't talk nonsense, the master should not have recovered. 35

(cjca) "Then why go to Hogwarts?

"How do I know? Just follow the orders honestly, do you dare not go?

The conversation ended here, and the only thing left was the long and short sighs of the two people.

However, their conversation made Amber very interested.

If Amber was right, these two should be Death Eaters.

Still a second-generation Death Eater like March.

It was clear to Amber from the start that the Dark Lord's name was far-reaching.

It's not surprising that the old man has loyal two or three generations of saints, and Voldemort has a steady stream of followers after his death.

It's just that these people's combat power is uneven. If Voldemort really wants to do something, what would he do with these people?

Like these two guys, who can't even Apparate and can only get to Hogsmeade via the Knight Bus.

With someone like that, wouldn't Voldemort be afraid of self-defeating?

Thinking like this, Amber leaned back on the bed, frowning.

This thing is strange, although the old bee seems to be ready, but Amber still dare not take it lightly.

"Forget it, let's talk about it at the place. 99

If you can't figure it out, just don't think about it. Voldemort's goal is the Philosopher's Stone. As long as you are optimistic about which one, you won't be afraid that the socket will be turned upside down.

What's more, isn't there two second-hand goods?

The car ran fast and arrived at Hogsmeade in a blink of an eye.

After getting out of the car with which two secondhands, Amber immediately controlled them.

In the alley behind the Pig's Head Bar, Amber broke their limbs and lay on the ground miserably, crying.

"What's your purpose? How do you gather? How do you get into Hogwarts?"

Second-hand goods are second-hand goods, and they have no ability to resist interrogation at all.

Even the Cruciatus didn't work, Amber easily asked for the information he needed.

Then he strode into Hogwarts.

It was very late now, and there were not many people in the Slytherin lounge.

Amber quietly returned to the dormitory, took out a pile of parts from under the table, and took a deep breath.

Voldemort is bound to have a big move today.

Thousands of people poured into Hogwarts, whether the old bee was prepared to say otherwise, he had to make plans earlier.

Pulling out a dirty robe from the pile of parts under the table, Amber lowered his head and planned it carefully.

He has seen scenes where hundreds of people are fighting, and the magic spell is connected in mid-air. It is a general trend that no defensive magic spell can resist.

Therefore, he had to make the anti-curse suit first.

Putting on his glasses, Amber focused on the inside of the robe and stuck a thin layer of sponge.

Knowledge is power, and this thin layer of sponge, in Amber's vision, can withstand thousands of life-suppressing spells.

This is the true fusion of wizarding and muggle technology.

Life Sucking Charm is a single attack, which directly affects the life of the target.

Unless Amber used the power of the magic circle in the Forbidden Forest, there would be no exceptions.

Unstoppable, unable to defend, unable to avoid damage.

This is the definition of the life-threatening spell in textbooks.

But the sponge is different.

Sponges are unconscious, do not move, and have no defenses.

However, it is also life.

A thin sponge, possibly a collection of dozens of life forms.

Facing the life-threatening curse that others heard, Amber's sponge robe was enough to make their cognition collapse.

"it is done!"

Looking at the robe that was obviously more than one layer thicker in front of him, Amber was eager to try it.

Because he was afraid that there would be gaps in the sponge, he stacked three layers.

Now is the time to verify the results.

Hanging this robe on the hanger, wrapped in the robe, is a shivering mouse.

Standing two meters away from the robe, Amber pulled out his wand, feeling a little excited.

"Awada - Eat a Big Melon"

A miserable green curse shot out and hit the robe, causing waves of waves.

After the hem of the clothes stopped swinging, Amber couldn't wait to lift the placket and looked intently.

The guinea pig was still alive and well, except for being frightened and trembling a little, without any discomfort.

And where the spell hit, only a small piece of sponge turned black and brittle, and Amber turned into fly ash when he twisted his fingers.

But it's innocuous. From Amber's point of view, this robe can withstand a few hundred life-threatening spells, which is not a problem at all.

Carefully put away the robe, Amber became more and more confident.

He looked at the pile of parts on the ground, struggled for a while, and finally took out a set of familiar parts.

It was the magic pistol that puzzled Amber for a long time.