It''s getting colder and colder.


    Klein put the thin shirt into the box and turned out the soft sweater - the green edged sweater is Slytherin''s standard, for both men and women.


    With the dark decoration in Slytherin''s public lounge, it looks like seaweed at a glance.


    Saturday, no class. He rarely went out, but leaned back on the sofa.


    Half of the third semester has passed.


    Apart from the initial Azkaban riots, Hogwarts remained calm for the rest of the time.


    After almost all the prisoners were taken back to Azkaban prison or determined to die (Soren''s great work), the Dementors wandering around the castle also withdrew.


    The patron saint curse taught to the little wizards has no place to play. The poor patron saint inevitably becomes a "elf" and is used to fight


    But it''s OK. Magic is just for fun.


    "Hoo ~"


    Although flames were burning around to keep warm, Klein felt a chill.


    After all, Slytherin''s lounge was built at the bottom of the lake, which was too wet.


    He thinks, Salazar Slytherin must not know that there is another thing called "rheumatism". Otherwise, when selecting the site, he would not only consider the force and ignore the most important health problems.


    "Good morning, Mr. Klein."


    In the morning, Klein thought no one would come to the common room. Unexpectedly, just after sitting for a while, a voice of greeting came from my ear.


    Turning around, the little girl with blond hair was holding the corner of her clothes and looking at him timidly.


    "Good morning, Astoria."


    The little girl is an acquaintance. Klein is no stranger. It was Astoria, Daphne''s younger sister, who was his first age Greengrass.


    "Yes."


    With a slight nod, Astoria stopped talking.


    Since the "blood curse" problem was solved, she had not been alone with Klein like this.


    But after excitement, I regret why I am so impulsive


    Such an atmosphere is really embarrassing!


    "Why didn''t you sleep a little longer and get up so early."


    Klein is very strange. Few little wizards don''t sleep on the two sacred days of Saturday and Sunday. Even if they really like learning, they wake up before the house elves make breakfast at most.


    Count the time. It''s only five o''clock. It''s not dawn yet.


    "I... I couldn''t sleep... So I came out for a walk."


    Astoria''s voice was very light. If Klein''s concentration was not different from ordinary people, he would not be able to hear each other clearly.


    "Oh, it''s good to get up early and exercise."


    Klein nodded. Few young people now know so much about health preservation.


    "Pooh."


    After hearing this, Astoria couldn''t help laughing.


    But in a flash, she realized her gaffe and spit out her tongue mischievously.


    "Senior Klein, you are only one year older than me, but you feel like an old man."


    "Ah? Yes?"


    Klein scratched the tip of his brow, a little embarrassed.


    Anyway, the body is thirteen, that''s thirteen.


    Others are minor, unimportant, unimportant.


    "Also, is exercise running or something?"


    Because magic is so easy to use, almost most problems can be solved by magic. Except for professional Quidditch players, wizards almost don''t like sports.


    Astoria asked curiously.


    "This..."


    Klein glanced at Astoria and made up his mind.


    "Come with me. I''m idle anyway. I''ll teach you a mysterious exercise method while I''m in a good mood."


    It''s as thin as ribs. How can it work.


    You have to practice~


    He smiled and decided to teach the little girl the "forging secret" hidden for many years, and the legendary eighth set of radio gymnastics - "the rising sun".


    .......


    Someone died at the age of eight and buried at the age of eighty.


    Some people began to plan to retire at the age of 80, but they were caught in their 100s.


    Dumbledore is suffering!


    What Minister of magic, you can be whoever you like. You''re busy all day. You haven''t taken a vacation yet. It''s no better than when you''re carrying a handle in Hogwarts.


    Alas ~


    The lonely old man sighed silently.


    But complaining is complaining, and doing is doing. Since you can''t escape, you should try your best.


    The old man dealt with Connelly with great ability and determination Fudge''s mess.


    In just a month, the chaotic Ministry of magic was sorted out by him.


    It not only solved the bad impact of Azkaban''s prison break, but also optimized the working mode of the Ministry of magic and won praise from top to bottom.


    Everyone is looking forward to the "Dumbledore era" of the Ministry of magic.


    As for old fudge


    It''s long forgotten,


    Department of International Magic exchange and cooperation, 5th floor, underground, Ministry of magic.


    It is said that the Department of International Magic exchange and cooperation is really not a clean water yamen, and its power is much greater than that of ordinary departments. When little buddy drank the compound decoction Crouch walked into his father''s department. Along the way, many department members greeted him.


    "Good morning, director." "Director, the coffee has been delivered to your desk. As before, a spoonful of sugar and a spoonful of milk." "Director, the Quidditch World is about to start in half a year. The headquarters of the Quidditch alliance between England and Ireland asked us what are the hard and fast rules..."


    My ears are full of useless nonsense, little buddy Crouch followed his father''s habits, always expressionless and unsmiling.


    "What''s the matter? Write a report and put it in my office. Don''t turn around in front of me. Now, go to work."


    With a faint opening, he assumed the look of a superior.


    After such a performance, the noisy department members were indeed restrained.


    Little buddy Crouch sneered.


    It''s too simple~


    Find your father''s office, little buddy Crouch pushed the door in.


    The eye is full of boring decorations.


    He raised his eyebrows and sat down on the only leather chair in the room.


    Although he surprised the old guy with broken glass of a milk bottle, this is only the beginning. A false identity is not enough to build momentum for the return of the Dark Lord.


    He needs action!


    So, what can be done with the help of the director of the Department of International Magic exchange and cooperation.


    Create panic at the Quidditch World Cup and offer a salute for the return of the Dark Lord? Or simply deliberately approach the acting Minister of magic and secretly assassinate Dumbledore?


    It''s so hard to choose.


    Tap your index finger on the table, little buddy Crouch thought for a moment and shook his head silently.


    No, it''s all wrong.


    What he should do now is to use his power to find the whereabouts of the Dark Lord.