Something happened to the Ministry of magic again!
The next day, the prophet''s Daily published what happened last night with a large bold front page headline.
Strange to say, the information that should have been kept secret was somehow by Rita Skeeter, the famous "pen pole", knows.
Then the whole magic world will know.
Seeing the next day''s newspaper, Minister of magic Cornell Fudge''s face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He wanted to catch the mangy toad wearing gold wire glasses directly into Azkaban prison.
But he can''t, because the storm of public opinion has pushed him to the top of the storm.
"I guarantee that the Ministry of magic is normal and the perpetrators have been brought to justice. Please rest assured."
The Ministry of magic, which represents the face, has been infiltrated again and again. It''s really not a glorious thing.
Cornelli Fudge had to face a group of "long guns and short guns" to explain to the outside world.
But now that his reputation is rotten, this explanation can''t appease those worried people.
As a last resort, old Fudge had to obey the public opinion, like a platform for his own words, and published a picture of the intruder last night
A little monster whose face is full of blood and can''t see clearly.
And gave him a name.
"Gollum."
.......
"Cough."
Seeing the name in the evening paper, Klein made a rare gaffe.
He coughed and put down the orange juice in his hand.
This
Is it God''s will?
I hope Voldemort, oh no, I hope Gollum is okay (two palms together).
With a few crocodile tears in his heart, Klein didn''t pay much attention to it.
Anyway, Voldemort won''t die. Being thrown into Azkaban by the Ministry of magic can stop for a while.
Think of it as a vacation. Those Dementors will like him very much~
"Hey, Klein, are you coming to see Keith tonight?"
Just then, pansy came up with the plate and smiled.
Since she gave pansy a cat yesterday, the little girl has been completely immersed in happiness. According to an unnamed eldest lady of the Greengrass family, pansy''s giggle hasn''t stopped today.
Even Hermione met Gryffindor Granger, she''s smiling.
"To tell you the truth, that pansy is really a little scary."
Said a blonde.
"Well... I''m going to the dean''s place for confinement tonight, you know."
Klein also felt that pansy, who was not unruly and capricious, was a little different from her, but he didn''t care much.
He would rather open a small stove at Snape''s than go to see the cat.
"Well, remember to wear more coats. It''s a little cold recently."
Pansy didn''t care if he was rejected.
She gently charged Klein with a gentle expression on her face.
"Bang Dang."
After hearing this, Klein had no reaction, but Draco on one side unconsciously slipped the spoon in his hand.
He took a breath of air-conditioning. He looked at pansy like a docile kitten with goose bumps on the ground.
What''s going on?
Monster, this is!
"Huh?"
As soon as his face changed, pansy stared at the dull young master Malfoy from the invisible angle of Klein, and his body seemed to be cold.
"Oh."
Yes, this is the head of Slytherin''s girl.
He breathed and continued to deal with the food in front of him as if he had nothing to do.
"Sorry, I''ll see Keith when I''m free."
Wiping his mouth with a napkin and looking at the time on the dial of his pocket watch, Klein whispered to pansy.
He must start.
He knows that the dear Dean hates being late.
"Dong Dong Dong."
Walking through the underground corridor, Klein knocked on Snape''s office door at the appointed time.
"Come in."
The same cold tone.
Klein smiled and pushed the door in.
But to his surprise, besides Snape, there was alastor in the office Moody''s, the new professor of defense against the dark arts.
"It''s for me."
Blinking his eyes, Klein knew it in his heart, and a tempered smile appeared on his face.
"Hello, Professor moody."
"Yes."
Moody nodded coldly and looked up and down at Klein with his magic eye - almost every time he met.
"That''s enough. Let''s go straight to the subject."
Locked by the magic eye, Klein didn''t respond, but Snape was very upset.
"Old bat" stood up and went to his baby apprentice, blocking the uncomfortable sight.
"Don''t be afraid, Greenwald, Professor moody just wants to see your spell level."
After a pause, he squinted at Moody and lengthened his tone.
"I''ve taught you so many spells. I think you won''t refuse, will you?"
On the face of it, Snape was on Moody''s side, but it actually implied that Klein didn''t have to be afraid, "I''ll cover you.".
After hearing this, Klein was moved, but he also had doubts.
From the moment of meeting, Moody''s has been targeting him intentionally or unintentionally.
Why?
Is it because of the surname "greendevo"?
"Hehe, I''m just curious about the power of the inventor of the" Shenwei mantra. "
Moody smiled and showed his yellow teeth.
"Listen to Dumbledore. Snape taught you all his skills?"
"The Dean just taught me some simple spells. I still have a lot to learn."
Whatever it was, Klein decided to let it go.
With a slight smile, he skillfully took out the red sandalwood wand.
"I''m glad to show you, Professor moody."
"Then attack me, Greenwald, with your most powerful spell.
Don''t worry, you can''t hurt me. "
Unexpectedly, the "crazy eyed man" responded more directly.
Now it''s Klein''s turn to be silly.
Moody''s state of death is the most he has ever seen in his life
Not hurt?
I''m afraid you''ll die!
"Come on, don''t be afraid."
A burst of pure light from normal eyes, alastor Moody stared at Klein with a fearless expression.
He came here to find the answer!
"Do it, Greenwald. It doesn''t matter."
Just then a slow voice came into Klein''s ear.
Obviously, Snape is the group that doesn''t think it''s too big. For Moody''s rudeness, he had long wanted to make the "crazy eyed man" suffer.
"Oh."
Their attitude looked in Klein''s eyes. As soon as his mind turned, a light flashed through his mind. He seemed to understand Moody''s heart.
"Crazy eyed man" has been so targeted at him. Can''t he be vaguely aware that he will ban magic?
Blinking, Klein thought carefully. It''s really possible.
Not at all, Moody is a frail old madman.
He doubted anyone.
So
Shall we have a showdown?