Marx is now on his way back to the office, because it’s still time for class, and almost no one is walking around the corridor, it’s quiet.

His regular footsteps echoed in the gallery and kicked.

Since he came out of Umbridge’s office, his expression didn’t seem too clear. It was obvious that the Legilimens curse had just been used to capture the memory of the other party, but the content he learned was still not giving him too much explanation.

The reason why he made up his mind to force the use of arbitrarily means to obtain intelligence was actually the first notice in the bulletin board. At the end of the notice issued by the Ministry of Magic, the position signed by the Minister was “Rufus Scrimgeour”.

So, where is Cornelius Fudge going?

In the memory of Umbridge, Marx learned the most intuitive situation. At this point, the facts did not come beyond his expectations – the timid Fudge was taken away by Voldemort.

In fact, Fudge was already clamped by Voldemort at the beginning of the school year. It was just his cringing character that seemed to make Voldemort very dissatisfied.

Even so, Voldemort would never choose to get rid of Fudge easily. Between Marx and Voldemort, Fudge, the Ministry of Magic, is a balancing point.

After all, the Ministry of Magic is still a normal wizard. Voldemort will give up this blatant stupidity by considering the reaction of Marx even if he wants to add people.

After all, it was Voldemort himself who chose to evade the frontal battle and tried to attack Hogwarts within the “rules of the rule”.

But now, because of Dumbledore’s inexplicable death, the situation is bound to change.

Although the funeral of Dumbledore has not yet been officially held, the news has already been released. Voldemort, who is becoming more and more suspicious, naturally chooses not to rush to trade.

After removing this most direct response, the rest is of course “testing.”

The disappearance of Cornelius Fudge is clearly a temptation by Voldemort for the death of Dumbledore.

After today, what kind of reaction Hogwarts will react and how much will be reacted will become the reference information of Voldemort.

The second thing Marx wants to confirm is of course the truth of the Minos incident.

First, Umbridge talked to the black Mumbai cat decorative plate, Marx knows. It can be said that even every sentence, every word, even every single subtle movement, did not escape the search of the powerful Legilimens technique.

In order for the memory to appear in its own mind in the clearest state, the Legilimens used by Marx has gone beyond the general safety standards, which is bound to damage the spirit of Umbridge.

But when he saw the eyes hidden behind the fog in Umbridge’s memory, he did this with the slightest hesitation.

“That would be… Gellert Grindelwald?”

Marx thinks this is very possible, because it doesn’t look like Voldemort’s eyes – plain, wise, firm, and deep.

That kind of look he had seen in another wizard. Of course, it was Hogwarts’ last headmaster, the great white wizard Albus Dumbledore.

Not to mention the difference between Grindelwald and Dumbledore, Marx knows that these two former friends and enemies are “real wizards” with absolute conviction.

Regardless of the good or evil of this belief, all beliefs are a kind of “desire”, which has nothing to do with the moral standards of the world.

The eyes of the eyes he saw in Umbridge’s memory are undoubtedly clinging to some pure faith.

If the eyes are really Grindelwald, does that mean that Umbridge has had contact with Voldemort and Grindelwald, the two generations of Dark Lord?

“…”The sinful tombstone will eventually change.”

Reminiscent of Trelawny’s prediction, the reality seems to be changing in that direction.

For Marx, the enchanting monument remains in Voldemort’s hands, which is clearly the best, because Voldemort’s Horcrux magic is like a series of shackles that can lock the disaster behind the enchanting monument.

If the enchanting monument really falls into the hands of Grindelwald, the future development will become unknown again.

“Marx!”

A voice interrupted his thoughts and pulled him back to reality from the chaotic speculation.

“Harry?” Marx looked at the anxious boy in front of the corridor. “What’s wrong? It’s still in class time – what happened?”

As soon as he saw Marx, who had just turned the corner of the corridor, Harry hurried up and hugged Hedwig on his shoulder.

“en? Is your owl hurt?”

The white owl has always been beautiful, but at this point it looks like a feather messy, and the spirit is not very good.

“Oh-yes, Hedwig she–” Harry said, suddenly paused, “No, Hedwig’s advance, etc… Marx, you have to look at this! It should be written by Sirius…”

Marx reached for the crumpled parchment that Harry had handed over. He saw the dark red handwriting on his head and couldn’t help but pick it up and sniff it under his nose.

“Blood book?” He was inexplicable. “Is his magic power exhausted?”

If the magic power is exhausted, use wand to display the text with a single click. If the spell is skillful, you can write a large piece of content in just a few seconds, and you don’t have to write with blood.

“What happened to him? No, shouldn’t it?”

To be honest, when Marx learned that Sirius had secretly left Black’s old house, he had no fear at all. Because before that, he had already left a part of Acromantula hidden in several members who might be in danger.

Sirius, which has never been safe, is naturally one of them.

So, what crisis did he encounter, and did the alienated Acromantula fail to protect him?

“I will handle this matter. Go back to class!” Marx raised the parchment in his hand and said to Harry, “I will find him -“

Then he pulled out a bottle of potion and stuffed it into Harry’s hand.

“Drink a little for your owl and it will be good soon.”

Seeing Harry still didn’t seem to be at ease, Marx didn’t say anything more, he just patted Harry’s shoulder and went on.

“Marx -“

Harry couldn’t help but move towards his back, but he didn’t know what to say and what to do.

Marx looked back and glanced at him, seemingly thinking of something suddenly.

That was the third thing he saw in Umbridge’s memory, a conversation between Sokas and Umbridge. In terms of time, it should be the time he met Sokas in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor’s office.

“Umbridge shouldn’t be in trouble for you anymore, but you still have to be careful, especially the boy named ‘Sokaladis’ from Minos!”

Marx said, hesitated, and shook his head again.

“No, except for the boys, other refuge students from the Minos Magic School must pay attention! Do you understand?”

The conversation between Sokas and Umbridge was not clear about what was involved. Although Umbridge did discuss some of the topics that attempted to disrupt Hogwarts students with that Sokas, specific plans have not been mentioned.

If you have to say it, it can only be regarded as a pre-plan discussion of that’s all.

And somehow, Marx felt that Sokas didn’t seem to be so interested in messing up Hogwarts, and there was a little perfunctory in his plain attitude.

According to Umbridge and the contact person in the decorative plate, Sokas should also be the talent pair there… There may be some hidden secrets that Umbridge does not know.

……

“…Socaradis? There are others? Marx said?” Hermione was surprised.

On the stairway to the underground classroom, Harry caught up with Hermione and Ron, and the two seemed to be no different from themselves. They were all very thoughtful.

“Yeah!” Harry ordered nodded. “He first mentioned the ‘Sokaradis’, but later added that he said that other people should pay attention…”

“Oh… then… should Helen be okay?” Hermione hesitated. “She is a good child…”

Hermione said with a worried look, and lifted the shoulder strap of the bag again, and the pace at the foot was accelerated again – because the bell ringing again.

“In short, the first thing to pay attention to is the ‘password’, which is pretty wrong!” Ron said, “What about Hedwig? What about the letter?”

“Marx said he would handle it,” Harry said, a little dull. “Although I can’t worry about it, it’s the right decision to give it to Marx. We can’t wait any longer…”

“As long as we continue to work hard, we can help you sooner or later.” Hermione patted Harry’s arm and licked her lips.

The three men stepped down the stone steps, followed by two potion lessons. At the thought of this, he had to face Snape’s martyrdom, and Harry couldn’t help but skip class.

However, when they came to the corridor of the basement, they were awakened by a nasty voice.

It was Draco Malfoy, who was standing at the door of the classroom, waving a parchment in his hand, and he could hear it so loudly when he spoke.

“…Yes! Sokas let Umbridge pass the Slytherin Quidditch team’s reorganization application early in the morning, it’s almost like automatic! I dare say that if I go, it will be so fast – you know My father is very familiar with her, and father is often invited to the Ministry of Magic as a guest…”

As he spoke, Malfoy paused for a moment, then squatted with a smile: “As for Gryffindor…not me, can they still apply a big question? Is it?”

Behind Malfoy, the slightly thinned Sokas just smiled and stood there, and he was not surprised by the other Slytherin’s surprise.

“Harry…”

Hermione turned to look at him and seemed to be worried about whether he would make another impulsive act.

“No, I’m fine–” Harry expressionless shook his head. “Marx just reminded me of what to pay attention to and won’t forget so soon.”


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