Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 488 Keen Hermione

Hermione covered her mouth and squatted down, retching. Harry and Ron also sucked in a few breaths of cold air and shivered, as if a basin of ice water was poured out from above their heads. They all looked away in a hurry. However, the scene they had just glanced at was deeply imprinted in their minds and they could not get rid of it.

The wizard lying on the ground had his skin all charred and cracked, and the blood seeping out from the shocking cracks on his body stained the ground red.

The most terrifying thing was that the wizard's nose was completely melted like a burned out candle, leaving a soft mass of flesh and blood on his face.Even so, the therapists at St. Mungo's still tried their best to save his life, but even Harry could see that it was all in vain.

Sure enough, after only 2 minutes, the therapists surrounding the injured wizard stood up with sighs. They took off their hats and bent down to express condolences to the deceased.

"Hey, poor guy——"

The therapist who had turned his back to them before sighed and said,

"If his leg hadn't been crushed by the rack, he would have had a chance to survive. He was too close to Mr. Blaine's magic, and his body was almost cooked!"

"What will his family say when they see him?"

Another therapist said worriedly,
"Strictly speaking, he died at the hands of Mr. Blaine."

"I hope his family will not be confused."

The healer who poured the magic potion on the deceased said calmly,
"If his family wants a huge compensation, the ministry will satisfy him, but if they want to go to Mr. Blaine for trouble, the ministry will not agree. Without Mr. Blaine's assistance, he will die here tonight. There may be hundreds of times more people. If they really dare to go to Hogwarts to ask Mr. Brain for an explanation, I will kick their heads in with my boots!"

Hermione took a deep breath and stood up. She mustered up the courage to look at the vaguely visible body with curled eyes, and sadness written all over her handsome face.

Professor Brain certainly did not intend to kill the wizard, but this unlucky wizard did indeed die in the hands of Professor Brain. So in this case, does Professor Brain need to take responsibility?

Even Hermione couldn't figure this question out, but she knew that what the last therapist said was right. If the family of the deceased wanted to hold Professor Blaine accountable, the Ministry of Magic would not agree, and the British wizarding community and even the The residents of the magical world watching the game would not agree.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron didn't want to discuss the death of this unfortunate wizard in depth, so they continued to walk forward in silence.

The lights on the Quidditch field had dimmed, and although the star screen above them was dreamy, it couldn't hold up the brightness in the forest. The three of them wandered around in the woods for a while, before finally finding the place where they were leaving from the Quidditch field. After escaping, they stopped at the small hillside to watch the battle. This was by far the busiest place in the forest.

Several people gathered on the high slope, the largest number were undoubtedly wizards from the British Ministry of Magic, and the rest were staff from the Bulgarian and Irish teams, as well as the 'mascots' brought by the two teams tonight.

"What's going on? Are you still arguing about the result of the game?"

The leprechaun and the Veela, who were surrounded by three parties of staff, were still arguing fiercely in English with completely different accents. Harry frowned and listened for a while before he heard the focus of the dispute between the two parties. It was the Bulgarian team's less civilized approach to play in the second half of the schedule.

"What a delay!"

Ron gritted his teeth and said that he was eager to go to the hillside to check if there were any clues left by the thief. But looking at the hilltop full of people, no matter whether the thief left any clues or not, they had all been trampled on. .

Ron glared angrily at the group of people on the hillside. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he turned to look at Hermione.
"Do you remember, Hermione, besides us, there was someone else on the slope at that time. Let me think about it, it was Krum. Of course, he would not steal my money, but there was a very old man at that time. That guy, do you remember his name?”

"Effias Dorje--"

Hermione pursed her lips tightly, unwilling to look at Ron's expectant face.
"Stop it, Ron, he won't be the one to take your gold."

"Why, it's possible for anyone, right?"

"Didn't you hear how Sirius introduced us to the wizard?"

Hermione glared at Ron,
"Effias Dorje is Professor Dumbledore's good friend. Do you think a wizard like Professor Dumbledore would find a thief as a friend?"

Ron opened his mouth, but was speechless. "Come on, let's go to the stadium and have a look."

Harry whispered, he was afraid that the wand he left in the box would end up like the wizard who had just died.

"wait--"

The Ministry of Magic group occupied the hillside, and Ron could only follow Harry to the box to take a look. He walked forward dejectedly, but his nose suddenly bumped into the back of Hermione's head, who had not moved.

"What's the matter?"

After losing such a large amount of money, Ron's temper was particularly bad. He rubbed the stinging bridge of his nose and spoke in a bad tone.

But Hermione didn't care about this. She still stared at the Veela and leprechauns who were surrounded by wizards from several directions, and asked coldly,

"There's no loophole in the purse Charlie gave you, is there?"

"Do you think that 1000 gold coins leaked out of the purse and fell to the ground, but none of us noticed it? Hermione, this is not your normal level!"

Ron looked anxious and annoyed, and kept urging Hermione to move forward.

"It is impossible--"

Hermione's eyes flashed with thought, and she said slowly,

"The purse Charlie lent is not an ordinary thing, Ron. The space inside it is extended. Just like what Professor Blaine did to the classroom where we practiced hiding. This kind of purse is equipped with anti-theft features. It's magical, except for its holder, even if the money bag is lost, there is no way to open it if you pick it up. However, you showed us that the money bag is intact, but the 1000 yuan of gold inside is missing."

"Are you crazy, Hermione?"

Ron said angrily,

"You mean, I didn't want to give Harry any money, so I secretly hid the 1000 Galleons!"

"Please, Weasley, can you please let your brain work for a while!"

Hermione's face turned blue with anger and her voice trembled. She pointed at the Irish leprechaun surrounded by a group of wizards and gritted her teeth and said,
"What I mean is that there are no signs of damage to the purse, but the gold inside is missing. It's possible, just possible, that what Ludo Bagman gave you was gold conjured by an Irish leprechaun!"

"Gold made by Irish leprechauns"

Ron and Harry's eyes followed the direction of Hermione's finger and looked at the yelling little leprechaun. After a few seconds, the eyes that shrank back were full of confusion. Ron frowned and said,

"So what? Will the gold sprinkled by the Irish leprechaun disappear?"

"Oh, thank god you've finally got your brain moving, Weasley!"

Hermione crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

"You guessed it right. The gold conjured by the Irish leprechauns is just a deception. Ron, they will indeed disappear!"





(End of this chapter)