Most are dusty.
The dinner on the day of the end of Christmas was also quite sumptuous. They feasted and enjoyed the delicious food at their respective long tables.
Predictably, the house-elves must have worked hard again.
But Hermione had no time to care.
If Voldemort's plot succeeds.
The future of most wizards and Muggles is not necessarily any better than that of house-elves.
The three of them sat at the long table restlessly, and only took two bites out of interest.
At the Pig's Head Bar that day, they discussed a rough plan, and tomorrow is the day of implementation.
Tomorrow, Christmas is completely over, and it will be the day when Dumbledore and Grindelwald will duel. This news is very tightly blocked, and the Daily Prophet did not report it.
Nobody knows.
Professor McGonagall didn't want to believe them, so they had to inform Dumbledore themselves.
As night fell, the bright moonlight filled Hogwarts.
It was so quiet all night.
But when the sun is about to dawn, it is different.
In the early morning, there was a rustling sound from Gryffindor's men's dormitory.
The two sneaked up from bed.
The two of them stayed up almost all night, afraid of making mistakes.
Harry picked up his own glasses and put them on, fumbling with his clothes.
So did Ron.
Neville's snoring was loud at this moment, which reassured them a lot.
This was agreed by the three of them, to leave the campus early in the morning, go to the Ministry of Magic to find Dumbledore, and remind him.
"Harry?"
"Ron?"
The two confirmed each other, then tiptoed, walked slowly, and gently opened the bedroom door.
At the end of the other spiral staircase, through the faint, almost disappearing moonlight, they saw Hermione standing there, waving at them.
Then they entered the lounge along the spiral staircase.
Then he walked around a few tables and chairs and was about to leave through the door.
Their figures froze.
"What are you going to do?" It was Neville's voice, which sounded abruptly.
Standing at the bottom of the ladder, his nightcap still crooked, he raised his wand and aimed it at their backs.
That somewhat round face is so resolute and serious.
As a roommate, he was still aware of Harry and Ron's behavior and woke up.
"Professor McGonagall specifically explained that it is very dangerous outside the school now, and, Ron, you are a prefect, and you have to..." He said meticulously, with a concentrated expression.
"Drowsy!" A bright curse suddenly flew from Neville's upper back and hit the back of his head.
Neville trembled for a moment, then closed his eyes, fainted unsteadily, and fell forward on the golden-red carpet.
History is always strikingly similar.
"Huh." Brother Weasley let out a long breath, and brushed his red hair on his forehead.
Then he held the ladder and waved towards the two of them.
"Brother?" Ron whispered.
Then the two of them also thumped down the spiral staircase.
He walked up to the three of them.
"For the cause of pranks, you always have to sacrifice a little bit. What are you going to do now?" The two of them rubbed their hands and asked with a smile.
You can tell at a glance that they want to follow and flex their muscles.
"Can I join?" A hazy voice startled them.
"Lovegood?" The twins frowned, looking at the girl behind Hermione.
Ron turned his head, first looked at her in astonishment, then pointed at her and asked, "How did you get in?"
Luna's foggy eyeballs turned, and she tilted her head to look back at the sleeping portrait at the door of the lounge, and said, "There are passwords in her sleep talk."
At this time, the fat lady on the door portrait seemed to turn over again.
Several people looked at each other in blank dismay.
"By the way, continue with the topic just now, what kind of prank are you going to do?" the twins asked excitedly.
"We're not here to play pranks," Ron emphasized.
"It's a very important thing." That was all Hermione could say.
"From the looks of you, it seems that you are leaving Hogwarts?" Fred looked at the two of them and found that they were wearing outfits suitable for action.
Harry wore a blue and black jacket, Ron wore a thick trench coat (a reward from Mrs. Weasley), and Hermione wore a long-sleeved hooded black and white striped sweater, looking very capable .
"Then I have to remind you that the nearby Floo website is no longer available." Fred said, they were well informed.
Harry and Ron's expressions changed immediately.
Only then did Harry know what Professor McGonagall had shown Filch.
Another problem looms
Hermione immediately lowered her head and began to think.
"It seems that we really want to go, is it very far away?"
"Yeah." Harry nodded.
Just as Luna was about to speak and give her own advice to help them, the twins made decisions on their own.
"Fred? Take out your modified telescopic ears, it's time to use them." George pouted angrily.
The two have a tacit understanding.
"I suspect that I will be beaten to death by Angelina later." He shrugged, but still took out a model of ears from his arms, with thick flesh-colored long ropes wrapped around it.
During the movement, the shape of the ears gradually changed into lips.
Then the prop went around and around, and climbed up the spiral ladder in the girls' dormitory.
Fred said something into the ear in his hand.
Soon, they saw Angelina open the door, straighten her pajamas and run down the stairs slowly.
A group of people were taken aback.
"Flying broom? What are you going to do?" She looked at the people in front of her and asked.
"It's the most important business a man can do," said Fred. "I hope you don't ask for a while."
"Wait, we can't involve you in this," Harry yelled.
"This is not a joke. If it is fake, you will most likely be fired." Ron said anxiously.
"And, there might be danger." Hermione added, she subconsciously didn't want to involve more people.
"Expelled, then I will take the risk with my dad, find the horned snoring beast, or find the bubble snot monster, he doesn't really care whether I can graduate or not, happiness is the most important thing." Luna bent down, His eyes scrutinized the retractable ear in Fred's hand.
"Is it still Gryffindor for fear of expulsion?" Brother Weasley also shook his head and said.
"And if you and Harry make trouble, I don't care. Hermione, who has always been cautious and disciplined, follows you, so it must not be something that can be ignored." George touched his chin and continued.
Hermione was momentarily at a loss for words.
"You can't bear to let those brooms eat ashes in the warehouse, can you?" Fred said, looking at his girlfriend.
"Warehouse?" Harry was a little surprised.
"We've also secured a lot of sponsorship this holiday season. Although it's not the luxury Firebolt team of Slytherin, it's still much better than the original broom." George said proudly.
Obviously, in order to deal with the hardware crushing of the Slytherin Quidditch team, they have spent a lot of effort.
"But it seems that luck is not very good. I bought it and it was ashes. It is still locked in the warehouse and the key is with the captain." They looked at each other and shook their heads tacitly.
That is public property.
Now it seems that it is time to use it for purposes other than its prescribed functions. .