"Malfoy must have kidnapped Hermione, this is not the first time he has done this kind of hostage-taking!"
"That's the mystery man's conspiracy, he wants to blackmail us with Hermione!"
Ron angrily chopped down the weeds around the field circle with his sickle to vent his anger.
"Professor McGonagall finally had a little time to wake up, and he fainted again after hearing the news." Harry said angrily, chopping the swaying weeds with his scythe as vigorously as Ron.
Harry and Ron have also seen Hagrid now. Hagrid has planted a lot of strange-looking plants around his house, which are sharp and jagged, and they will cut their hands if they are not careful. In addition, there is another characteristic that is obvious, That is to grow very fast.
They were helping Hagrid weeding the weeds now. These weird grasses had some very strange properties. They were crooked and twisted like seaweed. If they were treated with magic, they would grow wildly.
"I feel nauseous thinking we're eating this stuff every day now"
"It's worse than how I was treated at my uncle's house." Harry forced a joke and smiled stiffly.
"Okay, it's almost there, Harry, Ron." Hagrid came from behind them with a wooden barrel on his broad shoulders and a bow and arrow on his back.
The barrel was almost empty, but it still exuded a fishy-sweet smell. This was Hagrid's special feed, and he went to feed his group of cuties just now.
As Voldemort's sphere of influence expanded, Hogwarts became increasingly difficult to operate.
Even the food has to start to solve itself.
There are no ready-made ingredients such as beef, chicken, flour, etc., and they must be raised by themselves.
Of course, if the feeding cycle is the same as that of Muggles, Voldemort may see the corpses of a group of starving wizards.
Hagrid cooperated with Professor Sprout of the herbal medicine class to find a way to solve the current food problem and find some alternatives that could satisfy the hunger.
"Come in and sit down, it's cold now." Hagrid waved to the two of them, said loudly, walked up the steps, and pushed open the wooden door of his room.
The cold wind gushed in.
Harry and Ron shivered and trembled, crossed the threshold, moved the stool, and sat beside the coal fire. They didn't feel it when they were exercising, but when they stopped, they felt much colder.
"Close the door quickly." Hagrid waved his hand.
"Come on, warm up."
"Don't worry, Hermione will be fine." Hagrid sat on his bed, put his hands in front of the coals, and said comfortingly.
Around the fire, thinking back to the moment when they discovered Hermione was missing.
At the beginning, the students staying in the classroom just guessed that the teacher was late. Later, they realized that something was wrong, and as time went by.
One class, half a day, one day, one week...
News of the disappearance of the two quickly spread.
The answer became more and more obvious, as if the tip of an iceberg was gradually breaking out of the water.
Someone became a traitor again and took Hermione hostage.
It might be that Hermione accidentally broke his behavior, or it might be that he was going to complete some plot of Voldemort, they even had the worst guess.
Compared with this guess, kidnapping is a very good result, they don't want to think about it
The atmosphere at Hogwarts was getting more and more dull.
During these days, even Luna's "heartless" appearance in the past has somewhat restrained.
Of course, she is still the most relaxed. After all, she knows that Dumbledore is still alive, and that is the greatest confidence.
It's just that worry about Hermione couldn't help but get the upper hand.
But the feeling told her that she should still have done a good thing.
Luna's senses were never wrong.
The girl is so confident, much more accurate than Trilawney's prediction.
And the impact on other students is more intuitive.
That is, the food in the auditorium is getting worse and worse.
No matter how good the house-elf's craftsmanship is, it can't change the poor quality of the meat and Hagrid's cold weeds born under these conditions.
It was another ordinary morning, when the students were trying to force themselves to stuff these unpalatable dishes into their stomachs.
Suddenly, many owls flew into the auditorium. They had black feathers and strong wings, flapping their wings. The students looked at the situation in front of them in surprise.
Hogwarts has not received letters for many days because it is blocked.
The group of owls loosened their claws, and hundreds of letters scattered in the air.
"Don't touch it!" Ron stood up, along with several prefects.
He saw that some junior students wanted to touch them with their hands, so he hurriedly stopped them. The envelopes exploded suddenly, and dark green smoke rose, twisting and gathering in the center of the auditorium.
"Your only choices are loyal surrender or ugly death."
— Voldemort. "
The smoke gathered into a commanding order.
"Cover your mouths now!" An old yet majestic voice suddenly came from the rostrum.
"Professor McGonagall?" The student's eyes froze in one place.
The old lady was wearing a black robe and a dark green tall hat on her head, with a solemn expression.
"Whirlwind sweep away!" She raised her wand high and cast a spell coldly.
With a loud shout, the smoke passed through the gate and was swept outside the auditorium
Professor McGonagall walked to the guest seat and looked at the students present, her indifferent expression remained the same, but her eyes were filled with kindness. She cleared her throat and put the wand on the wooden table in front of her.
"The Dark Lord has officially declared war on us." Professor McGonagall's voice was so serious, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened a bit.
"I know that you will be nervous and afraid, and so will I."
"It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"But what I know better is that you can overcome it. You are students of Hogwarts. You will definitely not shame the school, but be proud of it."
"Also..." Professor McGonagall changed the topic.
"In a way we have to thank him, you skipped the final exam, didn't you?"
"This semester, you got full marks in all your subjects." Professor McGonagall began to applaud, followed by the applause of the students.
She showed a smile, humorously alleviating the slightly frightened atmosphere
It's just that when she slowly walked down the guest seat, turned around and walked into the side cabin, facing the dark stone wall, Professor McGonagall's eyes were a little moist, and with her shriveled, wrinkled right hand, wiped Wipe the corners of his eyes.
She didn't know how many people would die in the future, but just now she was strong among the crowd, she looked very energetic and boosted morale.
Otherwise, falling asleep again will be a great blow to morale.