The Daily Prophet was reporting on the Hippogriff's escape, and the report made the Ministry's Dangerous Creatures Committee a laughing stock. Rita Kister also blamed them for deliberately letting the Hippogriff escape. Now everyone knows that the clever Hippogriff managed to sneak away from the committee in less than ten seconds.
"Is there any important news in the newspaper?" Ron took the Daily Prophet from Harry and began to read the headlines.
"No, the Ministry of Magic still hasn't found any trace of Buckbeak." Harry seemed to think of something, paused, and continued, "But they seem to suspect Hagrid, thinking that he secretly untied the chains and let Buckbeak go."
"They're just looking for a scapegoat. I dare say that if Dumbledore hadn't vouched for Hagrid, he might have been imprisoned in Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic." Hermione said sharply, "Besides, the newspapers didn't mention the Ministry of Magic officials accepting bribes at all."
"Don't be angry Hermione." Harry said soothingly, "At least Buckbeak is not dead."
In fact, what Harry didn't know was that Lucius Malfoy had applied to the Ministry of Magic for a polygraph test to confirm whether he was involved in the escape of the Hippogriff, but this was rejected by the Minister of Magic.
Once Legilimency or Veritaserum were used, Harry would have no secrets left.
However, the so-called "laws" of the Ministry of Magic obviously do not allow those things to be abused openly, let alone used on the Savior.
"Where are you going?" Harry looked at Hermione who was packing her things in confusion.
"There's a Defense Association gathering today. Are you going to attend?" Hermione packed up her things and prepared to leave. "I remember it was a practice session with Boggarts."
"Wait for me."
Harry no longer wanted to stay to do his holiday homework, so he immediately packed his things and prepared to go to the party with Hermione.
"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Forget it, I'll go too." Ron stuffed the rolled up newspaper into his schoolbag and planned to go to the 8 o'clock party with Harry and Hermione.
Before attending the party, the three of them went back to the dormitory, put down their backpacks, and then hurried to a corridor on the seventh floor of the castle.
As soon as the three arrived, they were startled by the crowded and noisy crowd in the corridor.
“There are so many people.”
After walking through the crowded corridor, Ron couldn't help but sigh.
“There are indeed a lot of people willing to come to the party.”
Hermione counted the students gathered in the corridor on the seventh floor; there were already more than a hundred of them.
In fact, this is all thanks to the mysterious man.
Many students who were curious about the mysterious man's appearance gathered together, because they also had to practice dealing with Boggarts today, and maybe they would have a chance to see the mysterious man's true appearance.
Of course, another reason was that Albert's defense association allowed other people to participate, and he himself had quite a few admirers.
"I saw quite a few Slytherin students, and they seemed to have bad intentions." Ron saw quite a few familiar faces at a glance.
"Look over there."
Harry raised his hand and pointed at Malfoy, who was talking to someone in the corridor.
Ron looked in the direction of Harry's finger and couldn't help blinking, wondering if he had seen it wrong.
That’s right, it was Mr. Malfoy who had diarrhea and no toilet paper.
He was lucky. Two days ago, an acquaintance happened to pass him toilet paper, allowing him to escape the tragedy of having no toilet paper.
Honestly speaking, Harry felt that those troublesome students should not be allowed to attend the party, especially someone like Malfoy. That guy always looked down on Muggle-born wizards, so how could he possibly come here to attend the party
This matter seems strange no matter how you look at it.
"Everyone, be quiet!"
Albert walked out of the passage behind the portrait and said to the noisy students in the corridor, "I think many people probably don't know what we are doing here."
"Learn Defense Against the Dark Arts?" someone asked.
"Practice against Boggarts?"
Many people were talking about different things, and the crowd was noisy.
"Unfortunately, this is actually a fifth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts exam cram school."
Albert used the tip of his wand to create a sharp explosion, causing everyone to cover their ears, and then everyone gradually quieted down.
"We are gathering here in the hope that the fifth-year students can achieve good results in the upcoming OWLs Defense Against the Dark Arts exam, so I don't want you to make any mistakes or misunderstand anything."
There was a whisper all around.
"Of course, we don't reject other students if you want to familiarize yourself with the content of the OWLs Defense Against the Dark Arts exam in advance." Albert paused and continued, "But there are a few things you need to know: the party will give priority to fifth-year students. If you want to participate in this party, no trouble is allowed. If you don't like it, you can leave quietly. Finally, if someone deliberately makes trouble, I think there will definitely be someone willing to stop him from wasting everyone's precious time. Think it over before entering."
Having said that, Albert turned and walked into the secret room, leaving behind a group of whispering students.
Most of the fifth-grade students followed in. They originally complained a little about Albert letting everyone else in, but Albert's words just now clearly made everything settled.
Will Bogut appear in the practical assessment
They naturally also asked students in grades 6 and 7.
The answer is yes.
No one wants to lose the chance to face Bogut because of someone.
Driven by curiosity, many people are willing to go in and take a look.
After all, everyone said the last party was fun and they wanted to go in and take a look.
Therefore, there were actually quite a few students who followed into the secret room, and the space, which had been slightly expanded, seemed a bit crowded.
"Okay, I won't waste any more time on this nonsense. Fifth graders, come here and line up," Albert said.
"Can't we participate?" someone couldn't help but ask.
"There are too many people and time is limited," said Albert.
"Then what's the point of us coming to the party?" the man complained again, and was agreed by many students.
"The door is over there."
"What do you mean?"
"It means that no one is forcing you to come, and no one is forcing you to stay here. If you don't like it, you can just leave. The door is over there." Fred and George both gave the man a malicious smile, "You can leave by yourself, or we can send you away."
"I want to see how you ..."
Before the man could finish his words, his whole body froze.
"Sorry, everyone, please make way. We have to get this guy out of here." Fred walked towards the fallen man.
"What the hell are you doing!" Many people didn't expect that they would actually take action.
"Send him away, of course."
“I say again, no one forced you to come, and no one forced you to stay here. If you want to leave, the door is right there. If you try to disrupt the party, we will throw you out directly.” Albert’s voice rang out in the room.
"I want to see who throws whom out."
Several students hiding in the crowd secretly cast evil curses at Albert, but the spells bounced off before hitting Albert, leaving the guys who had originally successfully launched the sneak attack dumbfounded.
"this… "
Before the Slytherin student could react, he was hit by several spells and fell to the ground. The other guys who had just been fanning the flames were taken care of, and the scene was in chaos.
Of course, more often than not, it was the other houses that secretly retaliated against Slytherin students.
Therefore, most of those who were knocked down were Slytherin students, and only a few rational ones hid nearby before the conflict and were not affected.
"If you don't like it, don't force it. There will be a price to pay for making trouble. Why can't you understand what people say?" Fred and George threw a Slytherin to the corridor outside. Others followed suit. Soon there was a group of Slytherin students lying in the corridor outside. As for whether there were innocent ones among them, it was just his bad luck.
"Okay, all the people who are in the way have disappeared." Albert returned to the box where the Boggart was locked: "Let's continue and try to solve the Boggart problem."