Ivan, Harry, and Hermione left the school hospital. When they arrived at the auditorium, they found that the long tables usually used by the four colleges had been moved to the wall, and there was only one table in the middle of the room for two people. There is a square table for ten people, and those who are going to stay in school for Christmas this year are all sitting around the table.
Ivan didn't see Dumbledore, his place was empty.
Besides him, Professor McGonagall, Snape, Professor Flitwick, and Hagrid were there, as was Filch the janitor.
Filch had shed his usual brown coat and was wearing a very old and rather dated tuxedo. Next to Professor Flitwick were two extremely nervous first-years, both Ravenclaws; to Snape's left, a sullen-faced sixth-year Slytherin.
And Ron, who sat alone at the end of the table, no one wanted to come near him.
Harry hesitated, and walked over to Ron, his face full of concern.
Ivan hurriedly grabbed Harry, he couldn't just pass by. Because of what happened to Professor Lupine last night, Harry reacted normally now, probably because he hated Ron very much.
If you approach rashly, it is easy to startle the snake.
Peter Pettigrew is a cunning opponent who has to be careful.
The three of them looked at each other, away from Ron, and sat down next to Hagrid.
Except for the weird smile on Snape's mouth, the atmosphere at the table was very low and depressing, without any cheerful atmosphere of coming Christmas. Everyone was eating their lunch in silence, and no one spoke.
"Ivan, Hermione, how are you two doing?" Hagrid asked sadly.
"Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey said we don't have any problems, we just need..." Before Ivan finished speaking, he saw three owls flying into the auditorium.
With three red envelopes in their mouths, they flew straight to Dumbledore's empty seat.
"Enough is enough. It's these roaring letters again. They've been ringing all morning!"
Professor McGonagall stood up, looking furiously at the three Howler letters that had been owled onto the dining table, the corners of which were burning.
She pulled out her wand and flicked it at Howler.
Three blue flames shot out from the slowly burning red envelope, turning the envelope into ashes in an instant without making any sound.
"Unbelievable, unbelievable!" Professor Flitwick said uneasily in a sharp voice, "Are these people crazy?! They actually sent Dumbledore a shouting letter. I haven't seen such madness for many years. things."
"Stupid owls, and equally stupid howler letters!" Snape sneered.
"I noticed that all these shouting letters were sent by students from your academy, Severus?!" Professor McGonagall said with a pursed mouth.
"Thank you for reminding me, I didn't realize this before!" Snape showed a cold smile, "However, I can understand the reason why the students' parents did this. In my opinion, the principal's actions this time are indeed worthwhile. Not appropriate, who would have thought that the school professor would be a werewolf? And who would have thought that this tamed werewolf would attack his own students? With this lesson learned, I believe that when the principal hires personnel in the future, he will definitely Be very, very careful!"
"Professor Lupine is innocent!" Harry looked at Snape angrily, and couldn't help shouting, "He didn't hurt anyone, he..."
"Quiet, Potter! Five points deducted from Gryffindor!" Snape turned his head to look at Harry and said with a sneer, "I don't want to know what kind of relationship you have with that werewolf, but I have to remind you, Watch your tone of voice, don't yell at me like an uneducated werewolf cub!"
Harry sat down angrily, forcing himself not to look at Snape.
"Don't worry, Harry! With Dumbledore around, Professor Lupine will be fine." Hagrid comforted in a low voice, looking a little less confident, "It's really bad, I can't remember the three owls are the first owls of the day. There are a few of them, and they are flying over continuously with roaring letters."
"Is this the whole morning?" Ivan asked in surprise.
"That's right, you and Hermione didn't come during breakfast, and you didn't see that scene, in front of everyone in the school, more than four hundred Howler letters exploded at the same time!"
"I already told them!" Harry asked feebly, "Hagrid, is there any news about Dumbledore or Professor Lupine?"
"There is indeed bad news." Hagrid said hesitantly, "I just heard that the Ministry is planning to imprison Professor Lupine directly in Azkaban!"
"There hasn't been a trial yet, how could they do that!" Harry glanced at Ron, and then quickly moved his eyes back. He said in a low voice, "Ron's accusations are obviously absurd, and Professor Lupine will be proven is innocent."
"I know, that guy Lucius Malfoy is behind it all!" Hagrid replied angrily, "It's not that I don't believe in Lupine, but if it were me, I'd rather die than be imprisoned again." Azkaban."
"Is it scary in there, Hagrid?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"You can't imagine that I stayed there for a few days fifty years ago when a student was killed by a monster controlling the secret room." Hagrid said calmly, "It's nothing like that. I thought I was going crazy. My mind kept thinking about horrible things, the day I was expelled from Hogwarts, the day my father died...
"Is it because of the dementors?!"
"Yes, you've all seen these monsters this year, but I'm afraid you haven't seen thousands of dementors together, that horrible feeling..." Hagrid closed his eyes, with a painful look on his face recalls, “Azkaban Prison was built on a deserted island far off the coast, and that island was full of dementors. Just stay there, and after a while you don’t know who you are, and you don’t know who you are.” I don't know what it's like to be alive. I remember how I used to wish I'd just fall asleep and when they let me out I felt like I was alive again and remembered everything and it was the best thing in the world feeling. Remember, the dementors are not willing to let me go."
"But you're not guilty?!" said Hermione.
"Crime?!" Hagrid snorted angrily, "Do you think they value this? They don't care, they've already got five hundred people with them, and they can suck the happiness of these people completely , they don't care who is guilty and who is not."
Hearing Hagrid's words, Harry felt that his gastric juices had turned into water, and his blood instantly turned cold.
"Don't worry!" Seeing the faces of Harry and Hermione, Ivan said hurriedly, "Professor Lupine will not be imprisoned in Azkaban, as long as tonight, we can prove his innocence of."
Harry didn't speak, he was still thinking about Azkaban.
It occurred to him that Sirius Black had been locked up there for twelve years, and it must have felt bad.