Chapter 559 Unlocking
In the Hogwarts library, Allen, who was forced to face Hermione with the answers to the History of Magic exam just now, noticed the arrival of Ravenclaw's college ghost, Ms. Gray, who pointed at Alan as she passed by their desk. Len nodded.
Allen also nodded slightly to the female ghost: "Thank you for your help, Ms. Gray."
"I don't have that name." Helena Ravenclaw stopped moving and turned around.
Allen tentatively said in an uncertain tone, "Uh...sorry, can I call you Helena?" The female ghost nodded, and then floated to the wall and passed through.
After reading the book in front of him, Allen said to Hermione, who was still immersed in comparing the history of magic books: "Hermione, ha... Ms. Gray just proved that the Mysterious Man's plan that Lucius told us before did happen. Harry just went to McGonagall to tell him about his dream. Don't worry about the answer, you should first inform my father to start the arrangement, and if you really have to attend in person, go back to the Ministry of Magic and join Penello, let the umbrella team Divide into several people to follow you. In addition, after the battle starts, help me watch her, and don't let Penello approach me and Voldemort in advance without authorization."
In the Gryffindor common room, Harry told Ron about his dream and the conversation with Professor McGonagall. Ron opened his mouth wide, looking a little dazed: "Harry, are you sure?"
"I saw it with my own eyes, just like the last time I saw your father attacked." Harry found his voice shaking. "The question is, how do we get there?"
There was a moment's silence, and then Ron said, "Go - where?"
"Go to the Ministry of Magic, so we can save Sirius in time!" Harry said loudly. "I can't stand by, you know, he's my only family now."
"We have to use the fireplace network channel." Seeing Harry's firm attitude, Ron stopped persuading him and began to help find a way.
"All the fireplaces in Hogwarts are being monitored by the Floo Network Administration, and it is the traitor Marietta's mother, Mrs. Eckmore, who is in charge!" Harry was a little annoyed.
"Is there one?" Ron pointed his finger at his lips. "The one in Headmaster Umbridge's office, she always kept one for herself."
"Let's go together." Harry and Ron quickly turned their heads, and found that Ginny, Fleger, and Neville were standing behind him at some point, and it was Ginny who was talking.
"No, it's too dangerous." Harry refused.
"We are brave Gryffindors, Harry, and we can help," Neville said, with Flegal nodding furiously beside him.
"You can't help." Harry refused impatiently.
"No need to speak in that tone, Harry," said Ginny coldly.
"Wait," said Ron suddenly, "wait...Harry, they can help. We need someone to stand guard for us, and when we break into her office, we need to keep students out of there, or there will be Slater Lin's students go and report to her."
"Neville and I can stand on both sides of the corridor," Ginny said without thinking, "warning people not to go forward, because someone put a lot of choke gas." Ginny's lie came out of his mouth, and Ron looked surprised . Ginny shrugged and said, "Fred and George were going to do that."
"Well, that's it." Harry, impatient as he was, admitted that it was a sign of care and loyalty that they wanted to accompany him through danger.
Harry and the others soon came to the door of the principal's office. Facing the stone monster guarding the door, Harry tried the password "Zizi honey sugar" set by Dumbledore that he knew at the beginning. To his surprise, it actually Passed once. However, the gate with a copper ring above it blocked their way - Umbridge obviously did not really have the authority to open the real defensive magic system in the principal's office, she just used her own method to make it The door closed.
Ron stretched out his wand and said to the door, "Alahoo is open." But the door didn't budge.
Anxious Harry pulled Ron away, and cast a more powerful spell "Open the door!" on the door lock. The door lock emitted a light, but there was still no response.
"She specially set up a protective spell against the lock-opening spell." Ron stroked his chin with his hand and concluded.
Everyone is a little frustrated, is it just returning without success?
"That... please let me try it." Flag Brown, who was behind them, stood up.
After coming to Hogwarts, Flaig's grades were not satisfactory. His magical talent and potential were considered the worst among the young wizards, and his Muggle background made him ignorant of the knowledge of the wizarding world. Nor does he have the bright brains and terrific execution to make up for it like Hermione Granger.
But his good friend Harry Potter from the Muggle school is already a famous savior in the wizarding world, no matter adults or children, they regard him as a star. Harry on the train was mobbed as soon as the pure-blood kids found out. After another good friend Alan Harris entered Hogwarts, Flaig felt that the gap was so big that he had doubts about whether he had really known each other before, or that he was in a Muggle school. Is the Allen I met in the movie really Allen?
Fleger soon discovered that he was unable to continue to stay with them like he was in a Muggle school, or that he did not have the confidence to continue to do so, and even against the halo of Harry and Allen, his grades and studies The progress made him feel even more inferior. He even worried that Alan, who had become the number one Hogwarts scorer, would really agree to his request when he first entered school and invite himself to Harris' house. Fortunately for Fleger, Allen obviously forgot about this agreement—the distance between him and others is getting bigger and bigger, and even Harry, who has the name of the savior, has already been left behind... …
Until Flegal Brown and Neville Longbottom discovered that they were in a similar state, they completely ignored pure blood and Muggle origins in the true sense, and became good friends who supported each other without putting pressure on each other.
But at this time, seeing Harry, who was the best ever, anxious and frustrated because the spell was invalid, Fleger habitually looked for Neville——Neville, who usually seemed relatively cowardly, knew that Fleger was even worse than himself. Faced with some situations, stand up bravely and become the spokesperson for your friends.
Realizing that Neville was playing in the distance, Flaig took a deep breath and expressed his request to try.
"Fleger, what do you want to do?" Ron watched in confusion as Fleger pulled out his hair and pulled out his fourteen-inch cypress unicorn hair wand. What are the students who can't put ordinary magic spells in order to do?
Fleger inserted the hair-turned wire into the crack of the door lock—it took him two tries because he was nervous. Fleger turned gently but revealed a trace of confidence that he rarely showed: "This is the Muggle door-opening technique. When I was a child, my sister often put I was locked in the room to prevent me from going out and I had to find a way to get myself out."
The little wizards looked at Fleger curiously, the problems that cannot be solved by magic, can be solved by Muggle methods?
Fleger turned around a few times, and the lock clicked open. He jumped back excitedly, and then looked at Harry with bright eyes, "Cool! At least it can help you, Harry, Umri Qi really only thought about how to resist the magic of wizards."
Fleger briefly recovered some of the talkative speed of the past and the voice that had obviously changed due to development in his memory made Harry a little dazed for a moment, and he felt as if he had returned to that numb place Melon School, back to the time when I was fighting against my cousin Dali with Alan and Fleigh—how did the three good friends back then become like this? Thinking of this, Harry opened his mouth to thank this good friend whom he had neglected for a long time, but found that the word was stuck in his throat and made him speechless. In the end, Harry put his hands on Flegal's shoulders and hugged him vigorously. She hugged him, then pushed open the door and strode in.
In the headmaster's room, Dolores Umbridge hung her plates with various cats on one wall, opposite to the portraits of previous headmasters.
Apart from the ugly kittens, basking in the setting sun on their plates, the office was silent, and Ron breathed a sigh of relief. But what he didn't see was that the weird black cat on the plate in the corner turned around silently and left the portrait.