Astoria glanced at Draco with a smile, and Draco's pale face turned red.
"Okay, what news did you get from the ministry? I'm a little curious too!" Astoria said.
"Ah, actually I don't know if it's a big deal..." Under Astoria's inquiry, Draco stopped talking in circles and told directly, "We received news from Durmstrang. Prepare to take action against the Muggle community."
He glanced at Ron, "That's why I said, Wes's comments are simply stupid."
"Speak properly and don't stir up trouble!" Astoria patted Draco's arm.
Ron looked at him angrily, but couldn't refute.
They all know that the current principal of Durmstrang is Grindelwald, the most famous Dark Lord of the generation half a century ago. He is probably more dangerous to the wizarding world than Voldemort.
After all, no matter how overestimated Voldemort is, he is just a small-scale terrorist in Europe, but at his peak, Grindelwald had a terrifying number of 100,000 believers around the world.
"I really don't understand why Professor Dracula and Dumbledore allowed such a dangerous guy to be the principal of a magic school..." Ron muttered.
"Perhaps they have already made a decision?" Harry hesitated, "I seem to have heard that Grindelwald also helped Dumbledore a lot in the last moments of dealing with Voldemort..."
"Yes, I have heard about it too." Hermione nodded and interjected, "Because I am what some people call a Mudblood, so I am very aware of the speed of development in the Muggle world."
As she said that, she glanced at Draco, who looked away unnaturally.
"The Muggle world is developing too fast. Whether it is Professor Dracula, Dumbledore, or Grindelwald, they all expected this and believed that the magical world cannot sit still and wait for death."
"It's just that Grindelwald's ideas half a century ago were too radical, so he clashed with Dumbledore..."
"I asked Nico Flamel for advice a while ago. Not only did he never reject Muggle technology, he even analyzed various Muggle technological products and completed a lot of magical deconstruction... He is very good at this point. Even better than Mr. Weiss."
"That is, how can my father compare with Nico Flamel..." Ron scratched his head, and then suddenly froze, "Wait, Hermione, can you still contact Nico Flamel? He is not He has lived in seclusion for a long time. Only old friends can see him? "
"This is true in theory, but I worked hard to obtain Mr. Flamel's bronze mirror!" Hermione raised her chin proudly, "Now I can contact Flamel at any time through the Phoenix Relief Book."
"Hermione, you actually joined Flamel's Phoenix Book!" Harry said in surprise, "I heard that the only wizards who can join it are famous, outstanding and recognized by Flamel!"
"Potter, I guess you may still be a little bit confused." Astoria suddenly said, "In fact, you two have already met the two conditions of being famous and outstanding enough."
She smiled and said, "As for whether you are recognized by Flamel... I think if you take the initiative to contact Flamel, he will also recognize you war heroes."
Harry smiled shyly and shook his head slightly.
"We actually didn't do anything. It was Dumbledore and Professor Dracula who defeated Voldemort." He said, "Since they didn't object to Grindelwald continuing to be the principal of Durmstrang, I don't think we need to worry too much. ”
Then, he looked at Ron and joked: "Of course, in order to be prepared, the Auror training intensity still needs to be increased!"
"Okay, okay, I understand." Ron raised his hands to cover his face.
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After Draco and Astoria left, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked towards the fireplace corridor of the Ministry of Magic Hall.
"Where are we going to have dinner today?" Harry asked with a smile, "Do you want to go to the Burrow or the Black house? Sirius heard that Kreacher had regained his cooking skills and now uses housework magic. Very good.”
"No, I think we should go back to the Burrow for dinner." Ron said, "I don't really believe that Kreacher can make delicious food. Why not let mom cook it for us..."
"I guess you have other ideas, Ron." Hermione glanced at him, "Don't you usually like to go home for dinner?"
"As expected, I can't hide it from you, Hermione." Ron said dejectedly, "It's just that Malfoy just mentioned that I can help Fred and George open a joke shop..."
"I thought about it, the workshop is so busy now, the two of them must be too busy, right? I'm going to go back and discuss it with them."
"I think you just want to avoid Auror training, Ron?" Harry said with a smile, "I've already said that there is no need to discuss increasing the amount of training!"
"Ahem... How can you say it's an escape?" Ron said seriously, "I just thought of a few good joke ideas. This is called choosing your own career. Do you understand?"
Harry and Hermione laughed simultaneously.
"It's good. Fred and George seem to be opening a branch of Weiss's Wizarding Wheezes in Hogsmeade. Then you can sell more to the little wizards over there." Harry said cheerfully, " Filch may have suffered a lot."
"Speaking of Hogsmeade, Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes at the two of them and then said, "Professor McGonagall contacted me through the Ministry of Magic a few days ago and wants you to return to Hogwarts to help the young wizards. Do you have any ideas about taking some Defense Against the Dark Arts classes?”
Harry stopped, a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
"The current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... seems to be Snape?" he asked softly.
"Yes, Professor Snape is now the Vice Principal of Hogwarts." Hermione nodded.
"In that case, why not go?" Harry said softly, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen Professor Snape for a long time... I misunderstood him for five years, but I didn't expect him to be such a brave person."
"Being an undercover agent is indeed brave." Ron added silently, "But I will remember him for his arbitrary points deductions."
"Hahahaha..." Harry laughed happily, "Yes, I have to avenge the revenge back then! I have to show the new little wizards what the real Defense Against the Dark Arts is!"
While laughing, the three of them stepped into the fireplace in the corridor.
"The Burrow!"
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