HP Magic Biography

"Dumbledore also thinks'that man' is getting better again?" Ron asked in a low voice.

Harry had already told Ron and Hermione everything he saw in Dumbledore’s office and everything that Dumbledore later told him and showed him (except for Neville’s Matter)-and, of course, told Sirius that Harry had sent him an owl when he left Dumbledore's office.

That night, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat late in the common room, discussing the matter, until Harry felt dizzy.

He finally understood why Dumbledore's thoughtful mind needed a siphon to pull these thoughts out-so he would feel relieved.

Ron was staring at the fire in the room. Harry thought to himself that he seemed to see Ron's body trembling slightly, even though it was warm that night.

"He believes in Snape? The same goes for Fanlin?" Ron said. "Just knowing that Snape is a Death Eater, do you believe Snape?"

"Yes." Harry replied.

Hermione hadn't uttered a word for ten minutes. She sat there quietly, covering her forehead with her hands, but staring at her knees. Harry thought she also looked like she had just used the penis.

"Rita Skeeter." She finally spoke, in a low voice.

"Why are you still worried about her now? Hasn't she been arrested by you?" Ron asked, questioning his face.

"I'm not worried about her," Hermione said to her knee, "I was just thinking...Remember how she told me? "I know the amazing inside story of Neutrogena Bagmon. This is not her. Want to say something? After reporting his interrogation, she knew that he had given the Death Eaters information. And Shining, remember her... said that Bagmon is a bad wizard, and let him get away with it last time, Crouch The husband must be very angry, and he should have talked about it at home."

"Yeah, but Bagmont didn't do it on purpose?" Hermione shrugged.

"Does Fudge think it's Boothbaton's attack on Crouch?" Ron said, turning his head to Harry.

"Yes," said Harry, "but he was just talking about it, because Crouch appeared near the Busbarton carriage and then he went crazy."

"We haven't thought of her yet, have we?" Ron said slowly, "Don't forget, she is of giant blood, so she doesn't want to admit it."

"Of course she wouldn't admit it," Hermione said sharply, with her eyes facing upwards, "Look at how Hagrid was treated when Rita found out about his mother. Look at Fudge, we're on her. The verdict is just because she is a half-giant. Who wants that kind of prejudice? I dare say that I would be very upset if I judged it on this basis." Hermione stared at her watch.

"We haven't practiced much yet!" she said, looking surprised.

"What we are going to learn is an obstacle spell! So we will start practicing tomorrow! Let's go, Harry, you have to sleep well. I think I can wait here for a short while."

"By the way, what do he and Dumbledore have to say? And, Harry, didn't you say that it was the Pendant that Fanlin led you to use?"

"Maybe it has something to do with this. Anyway, I don't know it well," Harry thought for a while. "He will tell us when he comes back. Let's go upstairs first."

Harry and Ron went upstairs to the dormitory.

Harry glanced at Neville's bed while putting on his pajamas.

Harry took off his glasses and climbed onto the bed. He was imagining what it would be like if his parents were alive but didn't know himself.

Because he was an orphan, he often received sympathy from many strangers, but when he listened to Neville's soft snoring, he felt that Neville deserved more sympathy than himself. The room was dark, and he suddenly felt his blood boiled over. It was a wave of anger and hatred, accusing the **** who tortured Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom... They remembered when Klaus’s son and his accomplices were “stunned” It’s strange how people laughed when they pulled out of the court... He understood how people felt... Then he remembered the pale face of the screaming boy, and he remembered that boy a year later. Died...

How could Mr. Crouch be so... so cold? That was his kid... and Mrs. Crouch, and Harry almost fainted when he saw Mrs. Crouch.

There is no doubt that Crouch is finished.

As a representative of the most hardline figure in the magic world, a loyal follower of Voldemort appeared in his family.

Hearing Fanlin means that the enthusiasm of Barty Crouch Jr. can be placed on the same level as Bella, the cousin of Sirius Black.

However, the feeling that Little Batty gave Harry was not like this. On the contrary, Harry felt that Little Batty was a little pitiful. He was still a boy, and then he was thrown into Azkaban by his father.

This is undoubtedly a very bad thing. It is conceivable how miserable Barty was in the prison. Only one year after entering Azkaban, Barty died in the prison.

However, if they were not mistaken, they tortured Neville's parents with a drill curse...

There is no doubt that someone must stand up and take responsibility for this matter, and the first to bear the brunt is the son of Mr. Crouch and the cousin of Sirius.

Neville's parents are innocent. Barty Crouch Jr. may be innocent, but they have driven the Longbottoms crazy.

Harry felt that his head was a little confused, what Van Lin had said to him, and what Dumbledore had said to him, formed a clear distinction between this ~ www.readwn.com ~ Van Lin would not lie to him , Dumbledore naturally...

Harry was a little confused. Fanlin's meaning was obvious. After getting along for so long, Harry naturally knew that Fanlin would not say something meaningless to deceive him.

This was proved by facts, at least Fanlin stepped on the right path every step.

As for Dumbledore, Dumbledore didn't seem to want him to care too much, perhaps in Dumbledore's view, this would become a burden, and Harry's strength.

This is a matter of opinion, but there is no accident. These two people are for his good and for his survival.

Thinking about it now, you are really important, so what is the reason?

It must be Voldemort. Harry thought in the dark while staring at the mosquito net cover.

He thought of Voldemort again... it was he who broke up these families, it was he who destroyed the lives of all these people...