Chapter 386

"Wait -- go back -- later -- talk about it!"

Hermione's increasingly exaggerated mouth did not let Hermione and Hannah immediately understand that neither of them was a strong understanding person. It was impossible for them to read their lips clearly.

"I'll tell them," Ginny threw her legs, jumped off the stool and walked over there. "And Michael, that fool, really..."

Muttering discontentedly, she walked quickly towards Ravenclaw's long table. Passing by with Hermione and Hannah, she stopped the two "fools" by the way.

Harry subconsciously fixed his eyes on Ginny's back.

"Well... She should feel uneasy about Umbridge's notice today?" Harry thought involuntarily, "that Michael..."

Probably because he learned from Hermione that Ginny began to fall in love, Harry suddenly felt some indescribable emotions in his heart.

That emotion grew quietly in his heart and made him irritable.

"Ah --"

In order to eliminate this inexplicable irritability, Harry involuntarily chose to look away from Ginny.

"Hermione is right. I have always ignored Ginny. Now Ginny has made a new choice. What qualifications do I have to disturb her?"

Harry actually heard the conversation between Hermione and Ron in the quill shop that day. Hermione spoke so loudly that he was not deaf. How could he not hear it?

"No, this is not the time to think about it -" Harry shook his head and reminded himself privately. "Voldemort is eyeing Hogwarts. Where else can I think about it?"

He took his eyes back and refocused on the discussion between the two partners.

"... everyone is here, I've seen it, and there are no informants." Hermione looked grim. "Although this is a good thing, at least everyone can continue to maintain mutual trust... But to some extent, it can also be regarded as a bad thing."

"Yes..." Ron distressed tunnel, "where is Umbridge's information source? This feeling of not understanding anything is really terrible!"

"We haven't seen Umbridge yet..." Hermione frowned. "We must see her first. Anyway, it's always necessary to see if she has changed."

"Who knows where she is?" said Harry dully. "Maybe she's still in the Ministry of magic!"

"No," Hermione shook her head. "At least the following notice must have been brought back by Umbridge. If she's not here, who should the application for the restoration group go to?"

"In that case... I bet Umbridge will go to the history of magic class later," Ron whispered. "She has listened to all the courses except Professor bins! Since she is still a senior investigator, she can't miss an investigation object?"

However, Ron guessed wrong.

When they finished their breakfast and hurried to the history of magic classroom with the other students, they didn't see Umbridge.

According to the situation of the past few times, Umbridge would always sit in the back of the classroom and open his tablet before class when he went to other professors' classes.

But when Professor bins walked slowly through the blackboard again, floated behind the podium and began to lecture, Umbridge still showed no sign of coming.

Today, Professor bins seems to want to continue talking about the history of the ancient giant war, but except that Hermione can settle down to attend the class, Harry and Ron are not interested in attending the class at all.

Before, they couldn't listen to Professor bins's history of magic. Now they were full of messy things, so they couldn't listen.

Harry scribbled on the blank parchment, scribbled out some difficult points in the study of magic spells, and then the tip of his pen nodded on the paper, thinking absently.

When he finally forced himself to calm down and immerse himself in the problem, Hermione pushed Ron's arm and pushed him.

He didn't respond, but his boredom came back.

Again and again, no matter how many times Hermione and Ron pushed, he didn't want to respond. Because he knew he was suffocating now and had to calm down again before he could talk to them normally.

But just then, he suddenly felt that Hermione had suddenly poked him in the ribs, and the pain made him shrink all over.

"What are you doing?" Harry said angrily.

Hermione and Ron pointed out the window together. Harry immediately turned his head and found a White Owl standing on the edge of the narrow windowsill, staring at him silently through the glass.

"Hedwig?" said Harry strangely.

Near the window, several students were pointing to Hedwig outside, as if they were whispering about owls.

Harry glanced over to the podium. Professor bines was buzzing about history as usual. He didn't notice that most of the students in the classroom were doing their own things.

Hallidan paused, then bent down, half squatted, trotted to the window and carefully opened the window.

He thought Hedwig would stretch out her feet as usual, let him take down the letter, and then fly back to the shed on the tower. But this time, as soon as the window opened to the appropriate width, it immediately jumped in and gave a cry.

"Oh -"

Harry quickly turned his head and looked anxiously at Professor bines. He was relieved to find that he didn't notice this way. Then he quickly stretched out his arm, let Hedwig stand on his arm, and then slipped back to his seat again.

"What's the matter with Hedwig?" Ron asked in surprise, looking at the owl.

Harry bowed his head when he heard the speech, and then he finally found that Hedwig's feathers were a mess.

"Look! It's shaking -" Hermione said, pointing to Hedwig. "And its wings, something doesn't seem right..."

Harry subconsciously wanted to touch its wings, but as soon as he touched it, it jumped with surprise. Then his feathers exploded and his big bright eyes stared at Harry reproachfully.

"Harry, it's been stopped!" Hermione said quite uneasily. "Have you... Sent a letter to London? Has it mentioned our plan?"

"No, it's not London, it's Sirius. We talk about the latest situation occasionally..." Harry frowned. "But I haven't written anything specific?"

He was thinking, but Hedwig stretched out her foot and pecked several times.

It was obvious that he had to get the letter quickly, and Harry couldn't think much about it. He immediately reached out and solved the letter.

"Hedwig, has this letter been read?" he asked, looking at Hedwig as he took the letter.

But Hedwig shook her head decisively.

"What's going on?" Harry said in surprise.

However, even if the owl can understand the meaning of the wizard, it is always impossible to speak. Under its whisper, Harry gently unfolded the letter paper in front of him.

"My God!" Hermione, who had just come up with Ron, only glanced and whispered.

On the creased stationery, only two words were scrawled:

"Minos" "dangerous"

The dark red handwriting can't help drawing an equal sign with the blood, which is why Hermione breathed out in fear.

"Where is he now? No, no, what have you talked to him about?" Hermione said nervously and suddenly paused again. "No, no, this is not the time to say this. I think we have to tell Marca about it first..."

"Professor binges!" Harry nodded, then shouted without hesitation, turning the class around. "I don't feel very well."

Professor Bince raised his head blankly, and then slowly widened his eyes as if surprised at the whole classroom full of people.

"Not very... Comfortable?" he repeated Harry's words in confusion.

"Yes, very uncomfortable!" Harry hid Hedwig behind his back and said firmly. "I think I have to go to the school hospital!"

"HMM... ah! Yes, that's right..." Professor Bince's translucent body floated, expressing his confusion to the greatest extent he could, "School Hospital... Yes, it's time to go to school hospital. Then you go... HMM... Perkins?"

Harry didn't care if Professor bines had never figured out who he was. He only knew that he should act as soon as possible now.

As soon as he left the back door of the classroom, Harry put Hedwig on his shoulder and walked quickly. It was not until he left the history of magic classroom that he had time to think about it carefully.

"I remember there was no ancient magic class in the first class, so he should be in the office now!"

Harry thought for a moment and immediately turned back and ran to the stairs

"Bang bang!"

In front of the office of the professor of ancient magic literature, Harry knocked hard on the door with his fist, but there was no response. Reluctantly, he knocked several more times, and then turned in front of the door.

"That's terrible!" Harry muttered anxiously. "Sirius must have been in a critical situation... I knew he shouldn't have promised him to hide, and... Minos? Danger? What's going on..."

He paced back and forth and looked left and right from time to time, but he still didn't find Maka.

"... where will Maka be now?"

Harry thought restlessly, but he had no clue. The wind outside the window was howling, and it looked gray everywhere under the gloomy sky.

Just then, Hedwig squatting on his shoulder suddenly pecked him.