94 Diagon Alley

    Fight and say, "That sounds good."

     Ginny caught Harry's gaze and hurriedly turned to the side, grinning.

    "It looks like you guys are recovering well." A head appeared from behind the door of the medical wing.

    "Except me, Gwen." Ron raised his arm in a demonstration, "Mrs. Pomfrey said that in addition to the tentacles of the brain, I was also injured by the explosion..."

    "Fred and George are back?" Ginny interrupted her brother impatiently, pulling the subject off.

    "I just took them from the fireplace back to Diagon Alley." Gwen said with a smile, "Ron, I promise to aim next time, and try to blow only your nails."

    "Then, after all," said Hermione, sitting up a little, but then pulling back, "how's the school going?"

    "Flitwick removed Fred and George's swamp," said Ginny, "it only took about three seconds, but he left a small piece under the window and used The rope is around..."

    "Why?" Hermione asked in surprise.

    "Oh, he just said it was a great little piece of magic," Ginny said, shrugging.

    "I think he left that piece as a memorial to Fred and George," said Gwen proudly.

    Ron also mumbled ummmmmm, even though his mouth was full of chocolate. "They brought this to me, you see," he said to Harry, pointing to the hills of chocolate frogs beside him, "their joke shop must be pretty hot, eh?"

    Hermione looked a little disapproving and asked, "Since Dumbledore is back, is all the trouble gone?"

    "Good," Neville said, "everything is back to normal."

    "I guess Filch must be happy?" Ron asked, leaning a Dumbledore Chocolate Frog card against his pitcher.

    "It's not like that at all," Ginny said, "actually he's really, really disappointed..." She lowered her voice, "He kept saying Umbridge was Hogg One of the best things that ever happened to Watts..."

    The seven of them looked back together, and Professor Umbridge was lying on the bed opposite them, staring blankly at the ceiling. Dumbledore single-handedly went deep into the forest and rescued her from the centaurs; as to how he did it - how he managed to free Professor Umbridge from the forest unscathed - no People know, of course Umbridge will not say. As far as they knew, she had not said a word since she had returned to the castle. No one knew what was wrong with her. Her usual taupe hair was now disheveled, and there were tiny branches and leaves between her hairline, but she didn't look like she was hurt at all.

    "Mrs. Pomfrey said she was just terrified," Hermione whispered.

    "I'd rather be pissed," said Gwen.

    "Yeah, she'll move, if you try that." Ron said with his tongue making a thumping sound like a horse's hoof. Umbridge sat up straight and looked around in panic.

    "What's the matter, Professor?" Madam Pomfrey asked loudly, sticking her head out of her office.

    "No...nothing..." Umbridge said hastily, burying her head in her pillow again, "nothing, I must be dreaming..."

    Hermione and Ginny laughed sullenly under the mattress. Gwen was asking Ron how to make that sound.

    The one who learned faster than her was Sirius. St Mungo's therapists were also helpless about his symptoms, believing that his magic and abilities were completely unaffected, but his soul had been eroded - "he was stripped of half of his soul." The one with the thick eyes Bald Therapist said.

    Since St. Mungo's couldn't be more helpful and Harry was out of Sirius' sight, he became uncontrollable. Dumbledore again gave him the privilege of allowing Sirius to recuperate in the Medical Wing for a while until the end of the term, when Harry could take him back to Twelve Grimmauld Place. Of course, the boy who survived had to go to Privet Drive for two weeks first.

    Now, the innocent Sirius has found a new way to entertain. It is the sound of horseshoes from time to time to scare Umbridge on the opposite side. It seemed to bring him great pleasure.

    The castle was too quiet even on Sunday. It seemed that everyone had gone out to the sunny grounds to enjoy the ease after exams and the last days of the semester without class schedules and homework. Harry walked slowly down the empty corridor, staring out the window; he could see people floating in groups over the Quidditch pitch, and two students and a giant squid swimming in the lake.

    He found it difficult to determine whether he wanted to be with people; when he was with them, he wanted to go away; when he was alone, he thought of people Accompany him. However, he thought that maybe he really should go find a ghost and try to find some way to bring back Sirius' lost soul... Just as Harry walked down the last marble steps and into the porch, Malfoy, Clara Cloth, and Goyle are coming out of the door on the right leading to the Slytherin public restroom. He stopped abruptly, and so did they. At the moment, only shouts, laughter, and splashes of water from the open front door can be heard from the field.

    Malfoy glanced around - Harry knew he was looking for the teacher - then returned to Harry and whispered, "You're dead, Potter. "

    Harry raised his eyebrows. "It's funny," he said. "You should think I'm here for you..."

    Harry had never seen Malfoy so annoyed. He looked angrier than ever, and Harry felt a pang of relief at his pale, anger-distorted face. "You'll pay the price," Malfoy said, his voice not much louder than a whisper. "I'll make you pay for what you did to my father..."

    "Yeah, I'm so scared right now." Harry said sarcastically, "I think Voldemort was just a warm-up project compared to the three of you—what's the matter?" He saw Mal Fu, Crabbe, and Goyle panicked at the name, and added, "Isn't he your dad's buddy? You wouldn't be afraid of him, would you?"

    "What do you think you are, Potter?" said Malfoy, closing in on Harry, "wait, I'll make you pay. You can't take my father Sent to jail—"

    "I think I've done it," said Harry.

    "The Dementors have left Azkaban," Malfoy said softly. "My dad, and others will be out soon..."

    "Fine, I hope they'll be out soon," said Harry. "But at least now everyone knows what scumbags they are—"

    Malfoy's hand quickly reached for his wand, but Harry's was faster, and Malfoy's fingers had not had time to stick in the pocket of his robe before he took out his wand.

    "Potter!" came from the other side of the porch. Snape showed up on the stairs leading to his office, and Harry gnawed his teeth in hatred to see him, it felt far beyond disgust for Malfoy... No matter what Dumbledore said, he wouldn't forgive Snape. nepe.

    "What are you doing, Potter?" Snape said as he strode toward the four of them, his tone as cold as ever.

    "I'm figuring out what spell to use on Malfoy, sir," said Harry angrily.

    Snape glared at Harry.

    "Put away your wand now," he snapped, "Ten points off Gryffindor—"

    Snape smiled contemptuously at the huge hourglass on the wall.

    "Ah, I found out that Gryffindor's hourglass has no points left to deduct. In that case, Potter, we have to—"

    "Plus some points?"

    Professor McGonagall was walking down the stone steps into the castle, she was carrying a tartan travel bag in one hand and a cane in the other, but she looked quite good.

    "Professor McGonagall!" Snape said, and went up to meet him, "Looks like you just came out of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries!"

    "That's right, Professor Snape," said Professor McGonagall, shaking off his travel cloak, "I'm totally new. You two—crabbe-Gall—" she ordered Greeting them both in style, they both dragged their feet to her. "Here," said Professor McGonagall, shoving the travel bag into Crabbe's arms and the cape into Goyle's arms. "Take these to my office."

    They both turned up the marble steps and stumbled away.

    "Next," Professor McGonagall said, looking up at the hourglass on the wall, "then I think Potter and his mates should each get fifty points. Because they reminded Everyone Mysterio is back! What do you think, Professor Snape?"

    "What?" Snape asked, surprised, Harry thought he must have heard clearly, "Oh- well- I think..."

    "Then Potter, the Weasleys, Miss Ollivander, Longbottom, and Miss Granger each get fifty points." Professor McGonagall was saying, a lot of The ruby ​​fell into the ball beneath the Gryffindor hourglass. "Oh—and fifty of Lovegood's, I think," she added, and some sapphires fell into Ravenclaw's hourglass, "and now you're taking ten from Potter, I think, Sri Lanka