The knocked out Neville was not found in the corner of the Gryffindor lounge until after the first class in the morning.
Christmas had just ended, and the Weasley brothers dressed him up as a Christmas tree full of presents before leaving, to deceive others.
I have to say that it was very effective and lasted for a long time.
After being rescued, Neville didn't even bother to remove the ribbons completely, so he stumbled and ran to Professor McGonagall's office to report the situation.
"Minerva!"
In Hogwarts Castle, there was a hasty knock on the door outside the vice-principal's office.
"Come in." Professor McGonagall said to the door.
The man pushed open the door and entered, with long black hair hanging on both sides like a curtain, with a sallow face and a pair of black eyes in the middle.
Severus Snape.
"Weasley of Gryffindor, Potter and Granger didn't come to my Potions class today." Snape said gloomily.
When I heard the last name.
Professor McGonagall's eyebrows twisted significantly, and he sighed.
"I went to find Flitwick again."
"The Weasley twins are gone too," Snape said coldly.
"And Lovegood from Ravenclaw."
This is learned from Professor Sputrow.
This is enough to prove that it was a planned and organized skipping class.
Professor McGonagall had an ominous premonition in his mind.
The eagle-like eyebrows tangled up.
The first reaction was not to get angry, but to think about it.
Hermione's participation gave her reason to wonder about the veracity of Harry's previous words.
"Ministry of Magic, Ministry of Magic..." Professor McGonagall murmured, frowning, recalling what Harry said not long ago.
Snape folded his hands behind his back, expressionless.
If what Harry said was true, that might be deadly enough.
At this time, she took a look at Snape. The man's expression was normal, and he didn't see anything for the time being.
"Everyone deducts 100 points for their college." Professor McGonagall said coldly.
In an instant, Gryffindor's hourglass score dropped directly to the bottom of the huge hourglass that recorded the Academy Cup score.
Slytherin was far ahead.
"Also, Severus, come with me and call Felius." Professor McGonagall got up immediately, ready to walk out the door.
"Classes without teachers, self-study temporarily." Professor McGonagall quickly made arrangements.
The sound of tinkling silver ornaments suddenly came from outside the door.
Trelawney, wearing her strange accessories, knocked open the wooden door of Professor McGonagall's office.
"I'm going too." Professor Trelawney said a little shyly, while waving her hands, looking a little scared.
"You?" Professor McGonagall narrowed his eyes.
"If we're unlucky, we might encounter some battles..." Professor McGonagall stopped before finishing his sentence.
As soon as she heard the word "fight", Professor Trelawney's feet subconsciously went limp. It was because Professor Flitwick who had just arrived lifted her at the door that she didn't fall down.
"I'll pay attention." Even so, Trelawney said stubbornly.
"Sybil! You are not good at fighting." Professor McGonagall said sternly.
"I have a hunch that soon there will be a major event that will overturn the magic world. I want to make a prophecy to guide us in the right direction."
"What?" Professor McGonagall had a look of astonishment on his face.
Although she always disliked Trelawney's predictions, for some reason, Professor McGonagall did not mock her this time.
Then she glanced at the old clock hanging on the wall. The pointing of the rusty pointer on it was telling her that no time should be wasted.
Even if everything is false, a few students cannot be allowed to leave school. The current wizarding world is not peaceful at all.
"If you want to come, follow yourself." Her majestic gaze swept over Trelawney, and she stepped out of the office, followed by Flitwick and Snape.
And all of this is unknown to everyone who has reached the entrance of the magic department.
Floo fans' network is much faster than their broomsticks.
With a "da", the transparent glass door of the phone booth was pulled open.
A group of people got in, and the boys crowded around the edges to make room for the girls.
"6... 2... 4... 4... 2..." Hermione stretched her arm towards the dial and dialed the number.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and what you are going to do."
"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Luna Lovegood." Hermione spoke very fast. , Race against time.
"Pierce Thicknesse asked us to come here to provide information to the current Minister of Magic, Ms. Dolores Umbridge." She lied without changing her face.
Fred and George quietly held out their thumbs, while Luna stared carefully at the strange phone.
"Thank you," said the indifferent voice.
"Guests, please pick up the badge and put it in front of your clothes."
Six badges slid out of the metal chute that was supposed to eject the coins. Hermione picked them up, scooped them up, and distributed them to her companions.
"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you will need to be checked and register your wand at the security desk. The security desk is at the end of the main hall."
"Got it!" Harry said loudly, feeling a sudden pain in his scar. "Can we move now?"
The floor of the phone booth shook suddenly, the pavement outside gradually rose past the windows, darkness closed over their heads, and they descended into the depths of the Ministry of Magic with a dull grinding sound.
A thin golden light shone on their feet, widened and moved to their bodies.
In such a narrow space, Harry clutched his wand and squatted down as far as he could to look out through the glass to see if anyone was waiting for them in the main hall, but the main hall seemed empty. The light was dimmer than in daylight; there was no fire in the mantelpiece set into the wall, but when the lift came to a steady stop he saw that on the dark blue canopy the golden symbol was still moving irregularly. writhing.
"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant evening," said the woman's voice.
The door of the phone booth flung open and Harry staggered out, followed by the Weasleys, then Hermione and Luna, and finally Ron.
The only sound that could be heard in the nave was the constant rush of the Golden Fountain, water gushing and falling from the wizard's wand, the centaur's arrowhead, the goblin's hat-tip and the house-elf's ear. in the round pool.
They ran toward the security checkpoint, where a man was sitting, hidden under a cloak.
An invisible wall blocked their way, and they seemed to hit an inflated sphere, bouncing them back a few steps.
"Okay, truant students, it's time to go back to class." A tired voice came from the cloak.
Then he took off his cloak, revealing his true face.