Hogwarts Shippuden

Hogwarts Shippuden Chapter 564 Sirius Encountered Crisis

Hermione's remarks caused a great psychological impact on the many G.T.A members present.

It was her words that made them all realize that they had come so far against the authority of the Ministry of Magic since then.

Every gathering of their G.T.A, while clearly defined by Umbridge as an outlaw group, is a confrontation with the Ministry of Magic.

This is undeniable.

Umbridge's death had no particular impact on G.T.A's rally tonight.

After throwing out the unconscious pickets, the members of G.T.A should do whatever they want for the rest of the time.

The only thing different from usual is one rather subtle change.

When the students tonight were training, their faces were more or less thoughtful.

As a result, some of them seemed a little absent-minded during training, often distracted and inexplicably brought down by their opponents who practiced in pairs.

The time soon came to 11:30 in the evening, which was also the time when the G.T.A rally ended.

Just when the students were about to leave the magic practice room as usual, Hermione clapped her hands and motioned for all the students to look over.

Several students who had already packed their things, and even put their hands on the doorknob, also stopped.

As Hermione's raised hands pressed down in the air, the chatter in twos and threes in the magic practice room gradually stopped, and the students all turned their attention to Hermione.

"This training session we experienced tonight will be the last training session for our G.T.A association."

Hermione's words, like dropping a powerful bomb in deep water, immediately caused an uproar among the many G.T.A members.

"Originally, our G.T.A Association was established to allow you to freely learn practical magic in various subjects without being disturbed by Umbridge."

Having said this, Hermione smiled slightly, "And now, Umbridge is dead."

She spread her hands, "So, we no longer need to hide from Umbridge and sneak up on secret gatherings like this one."

Some students raised their hands, "But where can we find an excellent instructor like you..."

"Professors McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Snape, and Professor Sprout are excellent educators, and they can only teach you better than us."

Hermione chose to skip the topic.

"I can assure you that the G.T.A Association will not be disbanded, we just won't hold training rallies like this."

She waved her hand, "Let's all leave, it's very late now."

Immediately, she said nothing more, turned and left the magic training room.

The students were silent, watching Hermione and the other members of Xiao's organization leave, and after a while, they also began to walk out of the room in twos and threes as usual.

It's just that when they left tonight, their excited discussions were missing in the corridor.

Without the threat of Umbridge and her pickets, the students don't need their usual fathers to **** them as they return to the common room to ensure their safety.

Because of the news announced by Hermione, Neville was always preoccupied on the way back.

During this time, after signing a contract with the toads of Miaomushan, Neville's improvement in combat power can be said to be the biggest among so many members of G.T.A.

But even so, he still felt that he still had quite a few shortcomings.

At the very least, he didn't have the confidence to kill his greatest nemesis, Bellatrix Lestrange, in a one-on-one duel.

Without G.T.A's training, what exactly should he do to accomplish his goal of revenge?

Is it possible to trouble Kyle again?

Neville was really embarrassed to go to Kyle again.

In this way, with heavy thoughts, Neville followed several of his roommates back to the boys' dormitory in Gryffindor, put on his pajamas and climbed onto the bed.

After tossing and turning for a long time, Neville, who was troubled by his thoughts, finally fell asleep, but perhaps because of his thoughts, Neville did not sleep well.

Neville wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep soundly.

In the dark room, Harry also didn't sleep so well.

Once again, in his dream, he came to the black stone-paved corridor that he had been to three times and was quite familiar, and the black door opened in front of him.

A few spots of light danced on the walls and floor, and there were strange machines ticking all around...

After passing through a door again, the hall of prophecy filled with shelves and prophecy **** appeared in front of Harry's eyes again, and a figure at the end of the aisle came into his eyes.

Harry's stomach tightened with fear...

He knew what it meant when he saw this in his dream - another member of the Order of the Phoenix patrolling the Ministry of Magic was attacked.

The figure on the floor wriggled like a wounded animal.

A long, white-fingered hand gripped a wand tightly, aiming the tip of the wand at the black figure on the ground, and Harry felt his mouth open, "Gouging out the bone."

The man on the floor screamed in pain, rolling over and over ~www.readwn.com~ exposing his face to Harry's eyes.

Harry's heart skipped a beat when he saw that handsome, familiar face.

Because, the attacked member of the Order of the Phoenix lying on the ground was his godfather and one of his closest relatives - Sirius Blake.

Harry desperately told himself in his heart to wake up quickly so that he could report this terrible news to Professor McGonagall in time.

But he has absolutely no control over his body.

Despite the fear and panic in his heart, Harry in the dream was laughing non-stop looking at Sirius's extremely painful appearance.

He raised the wand in his hand and moved the tip away from Sirius.

The effect of the Crucifixion was interrupted in an instant, and Sirius lay on the ground, gasping for breath, while moaning in pain.

A sharp, icy voice came out of Harry's mouth.

There was not an ounce of human kindness in that voice.

"Get it for me...take it off, quick...I can't touch it...but you can..."

Sirius spat **** spit at Harry viciously, his tongue accidentally biting off when he had just been gouged out.

Due to the height, his spit failed to reach Harry, but after a short distance, he drew a parabola and fell to the ground with a clatter.

His move obviously angered the other party.

Harry saw himself raising his wand uncontrollably again, "Gouging out the bone!" +Bookmark+