Hogwarts starts with stealing power.

However, unexpectedly, Harry reached the first floor and was about to leave the castle.

Suddenly, he paused, as if he had thought of something, and turned back.

But this time he did not go to the laboratory on the second floor, but went all the way up to Professor McGonagall's office.

Harry knew that Professor McGonagall was in the Transfiguration exam room at that moment, but he pretended not to know and knocked on the door in a pretentious manner, but received no response.

He hesitated, then gently turned the door handle.

There was a "click" sound, and the door was not locked.

He opened the door and walked in.

Harry went to Professor McGonagall's office with great difficulty, not for anything else, but for the sprig of the Snail of Illusion that he had placed in the gap of the bookshelf.

He wanted to come and get it several times, but was always distracted by other things.

One time, I finally arrived at the office and was about to get it, but was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Lin Xia and others.

If he still can't get it this time, he will have to wait until the next semester starts before he can enter the office.

After much deliberation, he decided to take the risk.

This was a spur of the moment decision, but it went very smoothly for Harry.

It wasn't until his hand touched the snail that was invisible to the naked eye that he felt relieved.

These two days are exam days, so students generally don’t come to see the professors. Even if they do, they know the professors won’t be in the office, so basically no one comes.

Harry decided to look through the scenes recorded by the screwdriver right away.

His mind was pulled into another dimension as his head spun. He looked at the office from a third-person perspective.

Because Professor McGonagall was very serious, not many little wizards came to see her every day, but every time they did, they would discuss for a long time.

There are students constantly coming in and out of the office. It seems like there are a lot of people, but there are only one or two students every few days.

According to the records of the Unreal Snail, Professor McGonagall's office was empty most of the time.

Harry realized something and frowned.

Is Professor McGonagall too busy?

In the past, I could always find her in the office, but this semester, many students couldn’t find the professor herself even when they came to the office.

He thought to himself: Lin Xia said that all the professors at Hogwarts were pulled into the research and development of knowledge-based level-breaking games, and they tried to produce level-breaking games for each subject as quickly as possible to arouse the interest of young wizards in learning and make them learn faster.

Could it be that this mini-game took up most of Professor McGonagall's energy?

Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, he saw Snape walked into the office one day and said to Professor McGonagall with a serious expression:
"Something strange has happened in Hogsmeade. Many store managers and employees have been infected with the evil god's whispers."

Professor McGonagall frowned: "This is one of the worst news I have heard recently. What is the Ministry of Magic going to do?"

Snape: "The Auror's idea is to detain all of them and then treat them collectively, because perhaps some of these wizards are highly infected, but the symptoms are not obvious at this stage.

Once a high-level infection breaks out, the disaster it brings will be extremely huge and must be taken seriously."

Mag nodded, but her expression was not very good.

Although Hogsmeade is just a village, it is a big village with many people coming in and out every day.

If the Ministry of Magic really catches the person and puts him in solitary confinement as they wish, I'm afraid the whole village will be ruined. Christmas is coming soon. What should we do then? Will the Ministry of Magic still open Hogsmeade?
Snape changed the subject: "Originally, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic thought this way, but they received an order from Dumbledore Phoenix and retreated from Hogsmeade. Did you feel the strong magical fluctuations last night?"

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly: "It's a huge power. Is that a power that only belongs to magical creatures?"

Snape spoke in a lighter tone, "Last night, Dumbledore teamed up with a powerful wizard and several powerful magical creatures to initiate the evolution of Hogsmeade Village. All those infected with low-level evil whispers had the black bugs in their bodies cleared."

McGonagall's expression was slightly tense: "So Dumbledore still decided to open Hogsmeade village?"

Snape: "I guess so, McGonagall, we need to prepare early."

Their voices were so low that Harry had to move closer to them if he wanted to hear them clearly.

Professor Snape just raised his eyes slightly and met Harry's eyes.

Harry's heart beat faster and his scalp tingled. He almost thought he was discovered!

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Snape turned his gaze to McGonagall again.

"McGonagall, I'm afraid a violent conflict will break out in Hogsmeade village at Christmas. We must prepare in advance."

He emphasized again with a serious look.

McGonagall hesitated for a moment and said, "I will submit an application to temporarily open the secondary library of curiosities at Hogwarts.

If Dumbledore approves, we'll have to practice some formations."

Harry heard nothing more after that, and the scene suddenly changed, with the classroom becoming empty again.

In this boundless silence, Harry came out of the scene of the Snail of Illusion, gasping for breath, with a slight pain in his head.

But this pain was completely different from the previous headache. It was the pain of huge amounts of information pouring into my mind.

Harry shook his head and felt dizzy for a while, and the pain slowly disappeared.

He murmured in a low voice: "Christmas, Hogsmeade village, violent conflict..."

Subconsciously, he thought it had something to do with the Death Eaters.
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Several people successfully gathered for the Charms class exam.

Professor Flitwick focused on the Happy Spell. Students were required to work in pairs to cast spells on each other and evaluate the effectiveness and control of the spells.

Lin Xia was assigned to a group with Hermione. The two of them performed very well with each other, and Professor Flitwick gave them full marks without hesitation.

Draco was assigned to a group with Neville. Draco cast the spell first, using the happiness spell to ease Neville's tension.

Neville calmed down, as if he was studying in class, and cast a happiness spell on Draco.

Professor Flitwick sensed Neville's magical stability and control, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and nodded.

He said, "Neville, your spells have improved again. I'm so happy for you."

Neville was already under the blessing of a happy spell, and his emotions were outwardly expressed. Hearing the professor's affirmation, he seemed even happier and couldn't help laughing a few times.

Professor Flitwick walked towards Ron and Harry's group with a relaxed pace. In his opinion, even Neville had mastered the Happy Charm, so the others were probably even more likely to succeed.

The Happy Charm is not difficult, all little wizards can perform it, the difference lies in stability. If you are too nervous, the Happy Charm will not be performed smoothly.

Harry was a little nervous in the examination room. The news he had heard before had an impact on him.

He kept thinking in his mind, if the Death Eaters really wanted to attack Hogsmeade village during Christmas, what could he do? Should he run to Hogsmeade on Christmas Day?

Harry's mind was filled with mixed thoughts.

On the one hand, he felt that he should not go, as he might not be able to protect himself in that kind of battlefield.

But on the other hand, his sense of justice drove him to go and see. Maybe he could learn the truth about his parents' death from the Death Eaters?
Doesn't everyone say that Sirius is a Death Eater, even though no Dark Lord's mark was found on him.

"Harry, Harry!" Ron nudged Harry with his elbow and urged, "Harry, cast a Happy Charm on me quickly, Professor Flitwick is coming, Harry!"

Harry came back to his senses, nodded hurriedly, and pointed his wand at Ron's forehead.

The next second, the spell emitted a yellow light, which was very different from the light used to cast the Happy Spell.

Some are dazzling, some are eye-catching, and some are unique.

There was silence on the field for a moment, and then a sudden burst of laughter came from Ron's mouth. He laughed "Hahaha" so hard that he bent over, laughed until the corners of his mouth cramped, and laughed until he was about to cry.

other people:……

Professor Flitwick rushed forward to check and said, "Harry, your magic power just got out of control. The Happy Spell turned into a Laughing Spell. Ron needs to be quarantined urgently."

How magical is Ron's laugh?

It was like a hysterical laugh, as if he was going to laugh himself to death.

Harry hurriedly helped Ron away.

Professor Flitwick had to emphasize again: "Children, the Happy Spell is not difficult, but this test not only tests whether you can cast the spell successfully, but also tests your magic power, stability and control.

I need you to use the happiness spell to make each other feel happy, not uncontrollable excitement!"

When Lin Xia and others came out after the exam, they saw Harry sitting outside the isolation room, looking absent-minded and dispirited.

Even Hermione, who was always sharp-tongued, didn't say anything this time, but waited silently with Harry.

Draco thought about it, cast a shielding spell around him, and took the initiative to ask Harry what happened during the exam.

He had observed when Harry was performing the spell, and it seemed that his mind was on something else and he had forgotten that he was taking a test.

Ron had been isolated in a quiet house, and the laughter had been blocked out, but Ron's voice kept echoing in Harry's mind.

Harry said remorsefully, "It's all my fault. I wasn't paying attention during the exam and it got Ron into trouble."

Hermione said: "If Ron resented you for this, he wouldn't be Ron. Harry, you look very unwell, is there something wrong?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, then told the news he had learned.

He said, "Don't ask me where I got this information from, but I can guarantee that this news is true. Hogsmeade will be in danger on Christmas Day."

Lin Xia looked at Draco for a few seconds, then turned to look at Harry.

The two of them had known about this for a long time, after all, they had been to Hogsmeade before to deliver the Black Potion to O'Connor.

But they deduced that Hogsmeade was in danger based on the tense situation in Hogsmeade, but what about Harry?
Draco never understood why Lin Xia valued Harry. Apart from the title of savior, Harry's performance in school was average.

But now, as Harry could always easily get the information that they had worked so hard to obtain, Draco felt that Harry was no ordinary person.

"So what do you want to do?" Hermione asked.

Harry's mind was also confused: "I don't know, but I want to go to Hogsmeade Village and ask the Death Eaters the truth about my parents' death!"

There was always a voice in his heart telling him: I must go, I must go!
It was as if brainwashing him, overlapping with Ron's laughter.

Hermione looked at Lin Xia and Draco again: "What do you think?"

Lin Xia thought for a moment and said, "I will go to Hogsmeade, but I don't need to leave on my own. The professor will probably call me over.

If it is true as Harry said, there will be a fierce conflict at Christmas, and Hogwarts will be in urgent need of manpower. Draco and I are both well-suited to the evil god's whispers and are not easily disturbed."

Harry looked at Lin Xia eagerly. Lin Xia smiled slightly and said thoughtfully: "Harry, why don't you apply to Dumbledore? I think the headmaster will support you."

Harry was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.

When Ron came out of the detention room, he found that his friends were already discussing an important matter -

If something really happens in Hogsmeade on Christmas Day, how to deal with the Death Eaters!

Ron:? ? ?
No, he just laughed in the isolation room for an hour. Why did the whole world turn upside down after he came out? He actually wanted to go against the Death Eaters?
Who can tell him that none of this is true?!

Ron raised his hand and expressed his opinion: "If there is danger in Hogsmeade, it is the professor's battlefield and has nothing to do with us students.

We are just third graders and haven't learned much magic, how can we fight against the Death Eaters?"

"No." Hermione analyzed rationally, "We in the third year actually already have the initial capital to fight against the Death Eaters.

Although we haven't learned many spells, we have learned the Patronus Charm which can cause great damage to Death Eaters.

The only difference between us and the Death Eaters is the magic power and strength of magic, but we can definitely make up for the deficiency in other ways."

Hermione, Draco and Lin Xia looked at each other and said in unison: "Magic objects! We can use the power of magic objects!"

Ron:…

This world has gone crazy, crazy! -
When Hermione thought of the rare object, her first reaction was to apply to the school, but Lin Xia rejected it.

She said, "The application for a magical object needs to be approved by Professor McGonagall. If she doesn't want you to go, she won't give it to you. I'm afraid she will even watch you leave Hogwarts."

Lin Xia looked at Draco and asked, "With your authority, can you open the Malfoy family's armory?"

Draco thought for a moment and said, "It should be possible. As the heir, I can mobilize most of the rare objects, but once I use them, my father will know."

Lin Xia said calmly: "Uncle Lucius will not stop you. If you want to become a qualified heir and lead the family to prosperity, you must have your own judgment."

And based on some fragments she had seen from Voldemort's memory crystal before, she was afraid that Malfoy Lucius was one of the Death Eaters.

A qualified family, especially one that has been passed down for so many years, will never put all its eggs in one basket. (End of this chapter)