I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

"Cobain Yaxley, do you... have any doubts about the decisions I've made?"

The mouth of the skeleton made of black mist opened and closed, and said the name of the person who questioned Peter Pettigrew.

Immediately, everyone sitting here trembled uncontrollably. They knelt down in fear and pressed their heads deeply on the ground.

"My lord, the Dark Lord!"

"You're back! How wonderful!"

"We've been waiting for you!"

"Your servant has been waiting for your return!"

The Death Eater named Cobain Yaxley also said in trepidation.

"No, without the master, I dare not question your order. What you say is what I will do."

The black mist skeleton seemed to have no need to exist for a long time, and it began to dissipate continuously after emerging from the bone.

"All of you, do what Peter said!"

The skeleton finally dissipated completely, and no one sitting here doubted the identity of Peter Pettigrew this time, and some even recognized him.

"You are, the friend of James Potter, Pettigrew Peter, who was said to have been killed by Blackstar fourteen years ago!"

After calling out Peter's identity, the others also recognized the fat mouse-like wizard who was chosen by the Dark Lord as his agent.

Although Peter is dead in the wizarding world, he also won the honor of the Order of Merlin after his death for resisting the false deeds of Sirius Black, the "Death Eater" who killed the Quartet.

It was also on the front page of the Daily Prophet back then, and even recently it was mentioned by many news newspapers because of Sirius' escape from prison, and once again entered the public's field of vision.

"Are you a Death Eater? That escaped Black"

Peter smiled smugly. He was not very good-looking, and his smile was even more disgusting.

"That's right, I was actually the one who helped the master find Potter's location. I was also the secret keeper of the Potter family's loyalty spell. That idiot Blake just took the blame for me. That stupid dog thought he killed me, but In fact, I have been living a good life!"

Everyone in the room called him a villain in their hearts, but everyone laughed along with him.

Now that Peter's "holy family is on the rise", no one wants to fight against him at this time, and these people are not good birds.

After confirming that Peter was in good standing, Malfoy looked at everyone and said in a cold voice.

"Now you should all know my intention of letting you only have Gold Gallon, right? As long as the Lord Dark Lord can make a comeback and lead us to rule the magic world again, then what do we lose today?

John's smug German really thinks he's playing around with us guys?

That idiot Fudge really thought he could take over the entire Ministry of Magic?

All of them will pay for what they did today!

And after we help Lord Dark Lord rise again, it's time for them to pay their debts with blood! "

Every Death Eater gritted his teeth and said

"Let them pay in blood!"

"Let Mr. Peter tell us about our next plan."

Malfoy handed over the leadership of the banquet to Peter.

Peter smiled slyly, showing two protruding big dies, and said loudly.

"This plan is called—the Dark Lord's resurrection plan!"

The Scottish Highlands, where Hogwarts is located, have been raining recently.

The rain stopped falling after that, but it has been raining for a week and there is no sign of stopping.

Lynn leaned on the back of his chair and looked at the "crashing" rain outside the library window, thinking to himself that this should be the last lingering warmth of autumn in England, and if things still fall from the sky in the future, it could only be snow up.

"Muggle legends say that the most lethal weapon for werewolves is silverware, but in fact it is not the case. Werewolves are not afraid of silverware. Their real weakness is..."

Hermione was sitting across from Lynn. She was currently writing the homework of Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and she obviously encountered difficulties.

"It's the throat. The throat under the chin is the thinnest vital part of the werewolf's body, and there are almost no thick, long and tough rigid body hairs, but some short soft hairs, which cannot stop the silver knife from cutting in. The carotid artery of the werewolf The part is almost exactly the same as that of a human, so slicing their carotid artery with magic or a sharp knife is the best choice for a skillful swordsman."

Lynn whispered to her what to write next, and Hermione wrote down everything Lynn said on her homework.

It's been almost a week since Lynn's emotional recovery.

After his sensibility returned to normal, he was of course very speechless about what he did in a "sane" state (covered in the quilt and rolled three times on the bed).

If this state happened a few more times, then he, the student council president, would be ashamed to stay in Hogwarts, and he would just die and become a monk.

Pure rationality is actually quite a scary state. Facts have proved that if a person is really shameless, he can really be invincible.

Neither Hermione nor Lynn mentioned what happened before, and they were still in the same state of getting along as if nothing had happened.

After all, Lynn was not in the right state at that time, and Hermione might have felt it too, otherwise what else?

Do you want Lin En to say sorry for making you suffer, and I will kiss you back to make up for it?

But although everyone pretended that nothing happened, in fact it still happened. At least a subtle change has taken place in the mood of the two of them. It's just that this kind of change needs to be fermented slowly, and no one has expressed it.

"I can bet you that your Defense Against the Dark Arts homework is absolutely useless. Professor Snape just gave you defense lessons for a few days, and it's not true that he will be a professor in the future. Wait for Lu When Professor Ping comes back from his illness, he will definitely not acknowledge the homework assigned by Professor Snape."

Lynn put his chin on the table in boredom and whispered to Hermione who was rolling up the parchment.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

"What's the use of you saying I've finished writing?"

"Who made you so positive? I guarantee that Harry and the others definitely haven't written a letter yet."

Speaking of Harry, Hermione's face suddenly became worried.

"Harry has been sullen since the last Quidditch match. He seems to have something on his mind, and Ron and I are reluctant to tell him."

"Didn't his flying broom be broken by the Whomping Willow? Maybe it's because of that?"

"No, I feel more than that, he must have something else to hide from us. Why don't you have time to ask him?"

Lynn raised his head, his face a little dazed.

"Why should I ask him? Aren't you his best friends?"

"But the person he trusts and relies on most also has you."