Harry Potter and the Burnt Badger

Looking at Aragog, who stayed there obediently and motionless, Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief.He was previously afraid that Aragog would be tempted to escape. After all, in Hagrid's view, since Professor Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic were coming, Aragog's escape would be tantamount to seeking death.

What he didn't know was that Aragog was really "seeking death."Unfortunately, before he could run even one kilometer into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, he was severely warned by an old gentleman who suddenly appeared with a magic wand.

Hagrid was so happy that he didn't notice that Aragog was so frightened that he didn't even dare to move when he saw Professor Dumbledore.

Amid the gasps from the reporters, Ms. Bones looked at Aragog curiously, "I heard that you can speak and have a name of your own."

"Yes, ma'am." Aragog spoke, and his deep voice attracted a lot of exclamations. "My name is Aragog."

"Very good." Ms. Bones nodded with satisfaction, then took a half step back and handed over the rest of the questioning to others.

A witch who received the signal stepped forward, unfolded the parchment in her hand, and asked loudly: "Aragog the Acromantula, you are now accused of colluding with Gilderoy Lockhart and intending to murder several Hoggs. Current students at Watts, may I ask if all this is true?”

"Yes, ma'am." Aragog secretly looked at Professor Dumbledore and said in his mind, "You call that thing a little wizard?"Have you ever seen that kind of little wizard? '

The witch didn't seem to expect that things would go so smoothly. Aragog didn't even say a word of defense, which made her slightly stuck.Fortunately, she quickly adjusted and continued: "According to the information we received earlier, Gilderoy Lockhart was the mastermind of the murder of several students at Hogwarts, and you You are an accessory in this case, and you are willing to testify at the trial of Gilderoy Lockhart. I ask you whether this is true."

"Yes, ma'am."

At this moment, this Acromantula, who couldn't stand up to Gui Qiao at all, had become a repeater without emotions.

"Very well, then, the joint trial of you and Gilderoy Lockhart will be held here on the evening of the 10th of this month. At that time, we will decide your crime and sentence. Do you already understand? "

"Yes, ma'am." Aragog moved his giant feet uneasily, but an inadvertent glance from beside him made him stand upright again.

Probably after asking all the questions, the witch turned her head and bowed to Ms. Bones.Ms. Bones understood and returned her gaze to Professor Dumbledore, "About Gilderoy Lockhart..."

"Don't worry." Professor Dumbledore smiled. "Although there is no guarantee that he will arrive in perfect health, there is absolutely no problem in accepting the questioning and trial."

"That's no problem." Ms. Bones nodded gently, "Shall we go?"

"Of course, this way." Professor Dumbledore turned around and was about to continue saying something to Ms. Bones. Not far away, an astonishing fire suddenly shot up into the sky and caught every Ministry of Magic official. Including in Ms. Bones's eyes, of course.

Chapter 87 Voldemort Reappears

Under the night, a wisp of dead souls kept walking through the forest leaves. The face that had always been so handsome was now full of fear and shock.

"What is this! Li Huo?! Impossible! How could you know, how could you destroy my -"

Moon, who was on the ground, holding his wand high, controlling the fire and frantically surrounding the diary he threw, could not let Tom Riddle shout the word 'horcrux'.His purpose was to let Mr. Nose show his face, but not for the 'Horcrux' to be revealed as well.

The next moment, several claws suddenly emerged from the blazing fire and grabbed the edges of the diary from different directions.

"Bah—!"

First there was the sound of leather that was almost cracked by the flames and paper pages being torn.

"Moon...Fox!!!"

Then came the unwilling and painful cry of Tom Riddle's remaining soul in the diary.

"what--!!!"

Finally, shrill screams came from the diary and Tom Riddle's soul at the same time. A little bit of viscous black liquid flowed out of the diary that was torn to pieces and gradually burned into curled dregs, but again It was quickly roasted by the fierce fire.The dead souls wandering in the air suddenly became distorted and began to slowly dissipate.

It was at this moment that Professor Dumbledore rushed over with senior officials from the Ministry of Magic, reporters and Hagrid.

At the same time, it was also at this moment that the reporters’ professional ethics allowed them to unleash their unprecedented potential. Although I don’t know what that thing in the sky is and what is going on in this scene, there is no doubt that all this news It is absolutely not an exaggeration to describe the value as 'off the charts'.

This was exactly what Mu En wanted. He didn't expect that the diary would be so indestructible that it would turn into tattered tofu when exposed to strong fire, and be torn open with a "prick".

His posture has just been set.

Fortunately, these reporters were very powerful and pressed the shutter very quickly. Otherwise, without the scene of Voldemort flying in the sky and the diary being burned to ashes on the ground, this scene would not be so shocking - there were only a few bare pieces of the diary on the ground. The remaining black charcoal, who can tell what it is.

"That was...?" Ms. Bones's eyes twitched. She looked hesitantly at Professor Dumbledore beside her, only to see Dumbledore looking at Moon in front of him and those few people with the same serious expression. A piece of charred diary remains.

Before Professor Dumbledore could speak, Hagrid, who was standing at the back of the team, suddenly exclaimed, "That's... a mysterious man! How could it be possible... that he..."

This time, almost everyone was stunned. They looked at Moon and then at Hagrid, who also looked shocked. Only then did Professor Dumbledore finally speak.

"Hagrid is right... Minister, and everyone." He looked at Munn from afar, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, but still said in a steady voice, "The remnant soul just now is Voldemort. However, he looks like Voldemort when he was young and still in school at Hogwarts."

"Back then, his name was Tom Riddle."

The old man turned his head slightly and looked at Ms. Bones, while also conveying his confusion to Ms. Bones.The two exchanged glances quickly, and then Professor Dumbledore still said: "Everyone, I think you'd better leave first. I have some things that must be dealt with immediately."

The reporters obviously didn't want to leave. They noticed that Moon Fox was already looking this way - if possible, they would have crawled to Moon's side and asked loudly what they had already filled their heads with. question.

The officials from the Ministry of Magic didn't want to leave either, even more than the reporters. Every one of them was full of doubts and just wanted to ask Munn for clarification.

But Ms. Bones did not hesitate at all, she made a decision immediately and loudly ordered everyone to leave the scene together.

At this moment, Ms. Bones only had one thought in her mind, and that was that before the matter was fully understood, none of the photos taken by the reporters tonight should be allowed to be circulated.

absolute.

In fact, both she and Dumbledore knew that tonight's trip to the Forbidden Forest, in addition to confirming the status of the Acromantula Aragog, was more important than to reveal that Voldemort was still alive.

But none of them thought that Moon would use this method to complete the revelation.

Therefore, as soon as the people from the Ministry of Magic and the reporters left, Professor Dumbledore had already strode to Moon's side and looked at him anxiously, "Do you know what you did?"

"Of course, Professor, I know it very well." Moon waved his wand and collected all the diary fragments on the ground, "Revealing the existence of Voldemort."

Professor Dumbledore's lips moved, and after a while, he sighed softly, "Oh... why do you have to do this?"

"Because this is the best way." Moon glanced at Hagrid, who was confused and didn't know whether to come over, and also lowered his voice. "I know that in your opinion, just revealing the existence of Voldemort is not enough." It is enough, but after thinking about it, I feel that it is not enough. Since I have decided to squeeze the final value of this diary, it is better to squeeze it to the end at once. "

"But you are putting yourself on the fire." The old man looked at Moon helplessly. "Maybe you haven't thought about it yourself, but facing those dark wizard associations and facing Voldemort are two completely different things. . And you and I both know that it may be difficult for us to prevent Voldemort from coming back."

"I know." Moon said as he put away his wand. "So, instead of sitting back and waiting for death, it is better to take the initiative."

The young man looked into the old man's eyes and whispered: "You originally wanted to push yourself up. When I told you this, that's what you thought. You should read the books you gave me at the beginning of the semester." I have read it all, and it is clear that there is no mention of how to destroy Horcruxes. So before everything officially starts tonight, you came here specially and asked me to just release the remnant soul of Voldemort. It doesn't matter if it can't be destroyed. ——Maybe I’m sure I won’t find a way to destroy the Horcrux so quickly?”

Dumbledore raised his head slightly, rarely avoiding the boy's gaze.

He hid a book from Munn. The book roughly recorded the relationship between Horcruxes and killings, the magic of protecting soul fragments, and one sentence:

"Only a spell that has absolute destructive power and can even kill the soul can destroy a Horcrux. Although I have not personally destroyed a Horcrux, I think this can be confirmed."

He didn't give the book to Munn, partly because of his natural wariness. Although he was convinced that Munn was completely worthy of his trust, at least still so now, subconsciously, the old man who had experienced too many things still chose Leave each other a ray of leeway.

The other half, just as Moon said, he was worried that if he mastered the method of destroying the Horcrux too early, Moon would be unable to help but try it after seeing the Horcrux.If there is a deviation in the content of the book, a huge price will probably be paid.

Seeing the old man's dodge, Moon was startled for a moment, and then he seemed to understand something. He laughed and shook his head slowly. "In short, in my opinion, it is better for me to complete all this. After all, if I am here to destroy this Horcrux, and this diary can probably help us accomplish one more purpose."

The howling wind caused a swaying sound of branches and leaves.

"The Crow Party?" Professor Dumbledore finally spoke. He looked at Moon again, his eyes full of clarity and guilt.

"Yes, the Crow Party." Moon nodded slightly. "This time, I don't believe they can continue to be as stable as a tortoise. If they can even endure this, then I think other dark wizard associations will move without us. Thoughtful."

"Let's go, it's time to go back." The old man patted Moon gently on the shoulder and led him one after another towards Hagrid, who had been waiting for a while.

Looking at the old man's back, Moon sighed silently.

Frankly speaking, it would be a lie to say that there is no resentment towards the old man from beginning to end and that he has "leaved room" to this day.

However, there is room for concern and protection.In the final analysis, the old man left something for himself, not because he was afraid of what would happen if he really became the next Dark Lord.

Rather, he was afraid of facing a situation where the person he trusted so much would eventually turn against him, or even face a life-and-death confrontation.

It can be seen from Professor Dumbledore's dodge just now that he is not worried about his betrayal, but that one day he will have to pick up the wand and point it at himself.

It may seem like the same thing, but the difference is actually huge.

Therefore, if there is resentment, it is just a little resentment.I feel more helpless, relieved, and sympathetic.

Yes, sympathy.

Because to a certain extent, he and the old man had the same problem.

"Merlin's beard, what happened just now, Moon?"

As soon as he reached a place, Hagrid immediately asked impatiently: "Tang...how did the mysterious man appear in the Forbidden Forest? Was that his ghost just now?"

Moon looked at the old man, only to find that the old man had turned his head to look at the sky and left everything to him.

He couldn't help but laugh, and then said to Hagrid: "Well, it's just a half-dead remnant soul."

"Oh my god, how did you make such a trivial statement?" Hagrid's eyes widened and he looked at Munn in horror. "That's mysterious..."

"I know, Hagrid." Moon patted Hagrid's arm, "But that's not a 'whole' Voldemort. At best, it can only be regarded as a 'piece' of Voldemort, nothing more."

Hagrid obviously did not fully understand. His lips were still a little white, and he shook his head and sighed: "You probably don't know that just now - you have become the second person in the world to kill Voldemort. people."

Moon shrugged. "Sounds like something worthy of a drink to celebrate. Unfortunately, I can't drink alcohol yet. Perhaps you would be willing to accept my pumpkin juice or butterbeer instead?"

In this way, the three people, one was silent, one was chattering, and the youngest one was chatting with them while quietly waiting in their hearts for the coming stormy waves.

He knew that the storm would definitely come.

But not tomorrow, because tomorrow...

He still had to go see some fun.

Chapter 88 New Project 4k for the Tournament of Power · Completed

The next day, the second game of the semifinals came as scheduled.

In fact, many young wizards have always felt that the second game of the Four Wizard Tournament was more enjoyable to watch than the first game - because the first game was about answering questions and walking through a maze, and they could only watch and answer the questions below. The people admired and listened attentively to the battle situation coming from inside the maze.But the second Gobstone game was completely different for them.

There is no doubt that compared to watching a few top students come to the stage to answer questions below, the little wizards obviously prefer to watch everyone compete fiercely with Gobstones, and in the end the loser is unlucky enough to be sprayed with stinky juice.

It's human nature to take pleasure in others' misfortune.

And today's Gobushi game is the best and most exciting in the past few years: it's not that there are any Gobushi masters among the players on the field today, and on the contrary, the players on the field are Among those players, there was one person who, in most people's opinion, couldn't play Gobstone at all.

Hermione Granger.

To be honest, even Moon was shocked.Like the vast majority of the audience, Moon never dreamed that the little girl Hermione would actually appear on the stage in person to participate in the second game of the Four-Wizard Tournament.

Hmm... How can I put it this way? Although she experienced the ordeal of the Dream Weaver Curse and planned almost half of the "Lockhart arrest" operation, this little girl's competitive heart is really a little bit fierce. Nothing has changed.

Moon, who was standing in the audience, smiled helplessly and shook his head, and together with Violet, Gal, and Demi next to him, he cheered for Hermione.

It would be pretty good if Hermione really won the second Gobstone match - anyway, Moon doesn't care about losing in this kind of thing, and the Four-wizard Tournament will never be "entertaining and entertaining" "He has already emphasized this matter.To put it bluntly, Hermione just wants to prove herself now. In this case, Moon will certainly not be stingy with her own encouragement.

However, three minutes later, with Doreen and Laria almost unable to bear to continue the explanation, Hermione once again lost a point, and the stench on her body became stronger.

Violet covered her eyes with her hands, lowered her head slightly, and said sympathetically: "I think Hermione really can't help but vomit it out. This is the third time she has nausea."

Moon nodded, fully agreeing with Violet's view.

Generally speaking, the young wizards who will participate in this second Gobstone competition are those who are used to it, and they have already developed a lot of resistance to the smell that comes out of the Gobstone.

But obviously, this aspect is Hermione's fatal weakness.

A conversation like Moon and Violet was also happening on the other side of the arena, but the people talking were Harry and Ron.At this moment, both of them had almost turned their heads to the side, and at the same time silently prayed for Hermione in their hearts.

"Why does she have to play by herself..." Harry grabbed his messy hair, "This is terrible, I think she is probably going to lose."

Before Ron could reply, another muffled voice suddenly said, "It's not likely, Hermione has already lost."

Hearing this familiar voice, Ron and Harry immediately turned their heads at the same time.Sure enough, Neville was staring at the game on the stage intently and explained: "Unless Hermione can get the remaining two points, she can't even the score - uh, I want to say, um... …”

Halfway through what he said, he seemed to feel that it was somehow bad for him to "badmouth" Hermione like this, so he started to hesitate.Fortunately, Ginny on the side finally plucked up the courage to speak, and timidly helped Neville complete the rest of the sentence, "Hermione is in such a bad state now that she is about to vomit. It will be difficult to get the remaining two points." Arrived..."

Harry nodded in understanding, although he had learned a lot about Gobstone since last year.But just like wizard chess, he only knew a little about it in writing and picture books, and there was too little practical practice. After all, he was actually more interested in exciting things like Quidditch.

Ron looked at Hermione on the stage and curled his lips speechlessly, "You can't blame anyone else. She had to go up to participate in the competition. Don't expect me to comfort her when she comes down later."

Ginny was even more speechless than Ron. She rolled her eyes at Ron - she was not shy at all when facing Ron.

Sure enough, the game went as Neville and Ginny said. Hermione lost the next two points and the game ended early.The only thing that was fortunate was that even though her face was turning red and white at the moment, and she had to walk slowly and leisurely, in the end, she still held back the turbulence in her stomach and did not vomit it out in front of everyone.

After the game was officially declared over, Cedric and Terrence had already stepped forward and cast a cleaning spell on both players.

"Ron, we-"

Seeing Hermione walking down the stage, Harry hesitantly wanted to persuade Ron and pull him with him to find Hermione. However, in the middle of his words, someone had already pulled his sleeves and walked towards the arena.

Seeing Ron's completely inconsistent words and deeds, Ginny almost rolled her eyes to the sky.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" Harry and Ron asked in unison after hurriedly meeting Hermione.

"It wasn't very good before, but it's much better now that I no longer have the stink." Hermione breathed in relief, then looked back at the arena, and said proudly: "Huh, wait until next year, I will definitely be able to Win this game.”

Hearing this, Harry and Ron were immediately shocked, "What! Are you going to participate next year?!"

"Of course." Hermione pulled out a badge from her satchel and waved it at the two of them. "I have already joined the Gobstone Club."

The two bewildered young men looked at me and I looked at you, and then they both swallowed.