Just like most people are worried, the situation in the British wizarding world has not improved, but has begun to develop in a turbulent direction.

At this time, on the wizard TV in the Gryffindor Public Lounge, host Fleur Delakur's serious voice sounded: "Today, three more Muggle villages in northern Scotland were attacked by the Death Eater Lihuo... The Ministry of Magic successfully extinguished the fire and helped Muggle recover... Mr. Georgi Monte, a member of the International Wizards Federation, sent another warning, requiring the British Ministry of Magic to take effective measures to protect the lives and property of Muggles in their jurisdiction, otherwise it will be proposed that the President of the International Wizards Federation use paragraph 73 of the "Secret International Act of the Wizards" to punish the discipline."

These Death Eaters became more and more serious. Harry looked at Hermione, who was writing in the corner of the common room, and he walked over.

On Hermione's desk, there were piles of heavy magic books. Hermione looked up from the piles of books and looked at Harry, and moved a large pile of parchment from a chair to give him an empty space.

"Hermione, what is Allen's plan?" Harry spoke up as soon as he sat down, unable to hide his troubles.

"Don't worry about Harry, believe Allen, he can handle these things well." Hermione said indifferently, and then continued to write and draw in the book.

Harry leaned over and took a look, and the page he opened reads: In 1750, paragraph 73 was added to the Secretariat Act, which states that every wizard management agency will be responsible for hiding, caring for and controlling all the magical animals, people and ghosts living in their jurisdiction. If such food has caused harm to the Muggle society or attracted their attention, the magical management agency of that country will be punished by the International Federation of Wizards.

Noting Harry's expression, Hermione explained: "I'm writing a comment and I'll post it to The Prophet Daily and The Singing Against the Talent."

"Do you know when Allen has time recently?" Hermione, who had been reading the books, raised her head, and Harry scratched the back of his head and explained: "On the day when Allen and Dumbledore had a dispute, I had some information and speculations after taking ancient magic class, but Allen seemed to have something else to be busy at that time. He told me that he knew the general situation to reassure me, and he would find time to talk to me in detail later...but it has been a few days..."

"If it's not a little secret between a witch, Harry, you can tell me first." Hermione sat upright and pulled out her wand, casting an ear plug around her and Harry to listen to the spell.

Harry did not hesitate. He told Hermione his suspicion of Pansy and the others and Snape's rumor, but he avoided the matter in the cave, only to vaguely explain that he and Dumbledore were trapped when they were searching for the mysterious human Horcrux.

Therefore, Hermione, who did not risk contact with the cave and Harry and the others, focused all on the prophecy. She was very indignant: "It turned out that Professor Snape told the mysterious man about your parents? I thought he... Well, Harry, I will help you urge him after I see Allen after the curfew tonight."

"Okay Hermione, I'll look for Ginny first. We'll probably have to borrow the Thunderbird from you. It turns into a thunderstorm. She seems to be able to feel the second heart." Harry looked at Hermione's messy table, got up and left, and walked a few steps before he wondered why Hermione wanted to find Allen after the curfew.

Although Hermione personally wrote very sharp articles and published them in "Prophet Daily" and "Singing the Contradictory", the situation of the Harris family was not relieved, and their situation was pushed to a worse point by a sudden incident in Hogwarts.

Later, on the ancient magic practice class venue, many young wizards who had developed the habit changed into equipment and spontaneously came here to practice various spells in groups of three or three.

Under a bush in the forbidden collar next to the site, soil splashed everywhere, and a small pile was piled up beside it. Ha pointed at the soil on the ground with his magic wand, as if two pairs of invisible hands were quickly digging.

"Harry, slow down...stop...stop...it should be almost dug." Ginny quickly stopped her boyfriend, squatted down, and slowly groped in the soil with her hands. She took out a small wooden box from the pit.

"Ginny, what's inside so careful?" Harry, who was pushed aside by Ginny, looked at his girlfriend strangely after taking out the box, took out an empty pot of clay from his waist bag and put some dirt in.

Ginny lowered her head, looked at the wooden box, and said sadly: "Arnold is inside."

Harry suddenly realized in his heart, understood her plan, and then stroked Ginny's arm to comfort her, and returned to the middle of the ancient magic practice class venue. The moment his girlfriend saw him, Harry pulled out his magic wand and thoughtfully formed a table.

Ginny put down the clay pot, opened the wooden box and so the scent of decay spread. Instead of directly using her hands, she pulled out the wand to make the corpse inside clean and turn it into a small animal skeleton, and let it float on the table that had just been transformed.

Fuleg, who was standing beside him, stopped practicing spells and walked over. He stared at the animal skeleton that was a little close to the little mouse, and felt that the bones did not look similar to the mouse. It was almost a ball during its lifetime: "What kind of animal skeleton is this?"

"Arnold is a velvet." Ginny's voice was a bit sad, "but it was special. It was bred by purple pygmy, Fred and George. I kept taking care of it carefully after they gave it to me, but after I died before Christmas, I buried it under the bushes beside the practice class venue."

"Why didn't I expect it?! Resurrect your beloved pet... I would have sprinkled it in the sea if I had known it, my sister would have sprinkled it in the sea..." Fuleg was very envious. When he was in his lower grade, he had a pet dog that he especially liked swimming, which was very popular at home. After his death, Fuleg's sister, who was a lawyer, burned it into ashes and sprinkled it in the sea.

Ginny pulled out a pot of clay pot from the waist bag of the ancient magic lesson robe and filled it with salt water.

Ginny carefully controlled the things in the two pots to mix in the air with her magic wand. Even if her red curly hair slipped off her cheeks, she didn't care to brush it away. She just bit her lower lip and let the mixed soil evenly cover the fluffy bone in front of her.

Then she picked up the black agate from Allen's hair, judged the size of the Purong Wolf's corpse, carefully made a very small piece, and divided it into two pieces, covering the two eye sockets of the Purong Wolf's skull.

"Ginny, it turns out that you went to Hagrid so many times before, don't be nervous, Hagrid raised much larger roosters than it, you have succeeded." Harry looked at his girlfriend's tense body and quickly comforted him, "We should be worried that your mother would be angry compared to this. Although she didn't let you withdraw from Allen's class, she also told you not to practice necromancer... For this, I also wrote to me to supervise you... As a result, we all practiced..."

"Your godfather Sirius is much more enlightened than my mother, but I can hide it in my pocket when I'm on vacation." Ginny responded, then stopped talking and calmed herself down. She begged Merlin and Ravenclaw for blessing.

As Ginny began the ceremony, a black mist from the mixture of soil and salt water rose, and the gems on the velvet eye sockets turned into powder.

The skeleton of Purong Wing suddenly stood up like this. It swayed and swayed on the table. Two red lights shone in the shadow of the empty eye sockets. Ginny poked the ribs of the skeleton again. Purong Wing swung around the table. After the long mouth, it seemed to be trying to scream, but in the end it could only make some creaking sounds caused by the collision of bones.

"Arnold is no longer Arnold." Ginny recalled the purple furry little thing that was holding her in her palm, looking at the fluffy skull in front of her, who had no fur at all, and sighed, "It's a pity that I never thought about preserving its body before, otherwise I could wait for my undead skills to resurrect it into a higher level of undead creature... Harry, I can never hear Arnold sing on Boxing Day again."

"Maybe we can paint its bones purple? Dumbledore also likes this face..." Harry remembered that he was still angry with him in order to enlighten his girlfriend. So he quickly changed the topic: "By the way, Ginny, how did Arnold's name come from? I can't remember the details."

"There was an issue of the "Prophet Daily" that when it reported that my father, who was still prohibiting the abuse of Muggle Products, mistakenly wrote his name Arthur as Arnold, so I just joked that he named this rosy fluffy. "Ginny touched the skeleton's head with his fingers. The fluffy touch was replaced by the hardness of the bones, but the skeleton's reaction made the same before when he was touched made Ginny happy - although the low-level undead creatures had no wisdom, this was just the result of Ginny's own order.

The sound of taking pictures with a click of the shutter was heard. Harry thought it was Colin Clivie who was here. He looked up and found that theodore Nott of Slytherin seemed to have the same interest as Colin. He was taking pictures everywhere with a wizard camera - Harry knew that most of the other party wanted to scold him if he wanted to do something, but at this time they heard a female voice again.

"Ginny, did you succeed?!" Hannah Aibo and Susan Bones of Hufflepuff saw the scene here and walked over to watch enviously. Like most little witches, they have always had a good relationship with Ginny, who is very popular.
Chapter completed!