pertwk Chapter 60 Scarface plots to enter the Snake Courtyard
Chapter 60 Scarface plots to enter the Snake Courtyard
Picking up where we left off. Draco received a roaring letter, causing all the students of the four houses to cover their ears.
Harry was puzzled by this strange sight. Ron covered his ears and explained to him.
It turns out that the roar was a magical means of transmitting sound; with just a wave of the wand, the words inside could be sealed in a piece of paper.
Upon opening, not a single drop of ink is visible; instead, a deafening roar of thunder assaults your senses, shattering your eardrums and leaving you dizzy.
No sooner said than done. Before Ron could finish speaking, a strange rustling sound was heard, and the crimson letter in Draco's hand sparked a few flecks as it unfolded on its own.
The paper inside moved on its own, without any wind, folding into lips and then into a mouth, before unleashing a torrent of abuse on Draco.
"Draco! Can't you understand what I'm saying?!"
"Your bedroom is covered in trash—on your bed, on your desk! I think I told you to clean up before going to school!"
"If you can't clean this up, then find somewhere to throw this trash away. Don't leave it around! Think about your life!"
The voice belonged to Lucius Malfoy, who gave Draco a good scolding, causing the ghost in the Great Hall to sway and the echoes to reverberate around the walls.
After he finished cursing, the letter suddenly burst into flames and burned itself.
The roar subsided, and the auditorium fell silent. After a moment, a few voices and laughter broke the silence, and the noise returned.
Seeing Draco's pale face, Ron gloated, "This guy is really lazy; he doesn't even want to tidy up his bedroom."
While everyone else was laughing, Harry, after hearing Lucius's words, began to have doubts.
Back at Flourish and Blotts, Lucius preferred to stand up to underage wizards rather than bow and scrape.
This shameless fellow actually sent a rant to the school, making Malfoy lose face and look utterly humiliated.
Harry thought to himself: As the old saying goes, one should not wash one's dirty linen in public. It is unreasonable to make such a fuss about a messy room and disheveled bedding.
As he pondered to himself, Hermione suddenly leaned close and whispered in his ear, "Harry, do you feel something's not right too?"
Harry exclaimed in surprise, "Big sister, do you think alike?"
"Of course, that's a really strange statement." Hermione rested her chin on her hand, pondering, "Lucius said 'think of your life,' what kind of trash could be so deadly?"
Harry tapped his finger on the scabbard. "Indeed, when we captured that elf last time, he acted all embarrassed, but who knows what sinister intentions he was harboring at Hogwarts."
After reciting the Hogwarts words, Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance and both exclaimed, "Dobby!"
Upon hearing this name, Ron quickly turned to the side, "What Dobby? What are you talking about?"
Hermione exclaimed excitedly, "That house-elf who came to bother Harry! He said there's going to be a big crisis at Hogwarts this year!"
She explained the peculiarities of the roaring letter to Ron, who pondered it for quite some time.
"Hmm~ That makes sense. Most house-elves serve pure-blood wizarding families, so the Malfoys must have one too!"
"If Dobby's master is Malfoy, then this major crisis affecting Hogwarts will be driven by Draco?" Hermione asked, her brow furrowed. "But what exactly is this crisis?"
Ron shrugged. "Maybe Lucius offered his precious son to Mystic as a body."
Harry cursed, "Damn it! He's so restless at school! Tonight I'll tie him up and give him a good beating!"
"Harry, that won't do. Lucius is a Hogwarts board member, and his power is no less than that of Professor Dumbledore."
Ron advised, "Besides, if you kidnap and beat up a classmate, I think you'll most likely end up in Azkaban."
Hermione had a sudden inspiration: "Let's go check out the Slytherin common room."
"But how do we get there? With Harry's Invisibility Cloak?"
"Of course not, that's too risky," Hermione thought. "We can try looking for a solution at the library."
"The books in the library contain at least several thousand spells; there's bound to be one that's suitable for infiltration."
After these few whispered words, Colin, who had been waiting expectantly for a long time, finally spoke up: "Harry? Can I take your picture now?"
"Oh dear! I was so busy chatting with my elder sister and brothers that I forgot about Colin. Please forgive me. Take pictures without worry."
Colin was overjoyed to receive permission and immediately grabbed his camera to take pictures.
From the next day on, whenever Harry, Harry, and his two companions had free time, they would go to the library and search through its books for a good infiltration spell.
They turned the ordinary bookshelf upside down, but found nothing. Seeing this, Harry and his two companions decided to don their invisibility cloaks and explore the forbidden section.
Several days passed, and the ingenious plan to infiltrate had yet to be found, while Gryffindor became noisy.
The reason, it turns out, is that the Quidditch team needs a skilled catcher of the Golden Snitch. The team leader, Wood, is currently recruiting in the locker room.
"Our college team is currently short a finder. Anyone interested?"
"It's best if they're younger, so they have more free time. Our team's training intensity is quite high!"
Wood shouted for a moment, then saw Harry and called out, "Hey, Harry, are you interested?"
"You're a natural Quidditch player, it would be a shame not to give it a try."
Harry hadn't meant anything by it, but when he heard him say that he was a natural-born expert, he asked curiously, "What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, didn't you know? Your father was an incredibly skilled chaser; his trophies are even in the trophy room."
Harry remembered that his father was also a skilled fighter in this area, and he decided to give it a try.
He cupped his hands and said, "Since you say so, I must make the trip."
"Great!" Wood laughed. "The interview is this Saturday at eight o'clock in the morning, at the training ground."
When the appointed time arrived, Ron and Hermione accompanied Harry straight to the training ground, where Wood had been waiting for a long time.
In this game, a line of heroes took turns flying up to try and find the ball player, while the other team members pretended to be opponents to block them.
Harry stood at the foot of the steps, looking up for a moment, secretly marveling at the sight.
This game of Kui Die is truly ingenious. Although only a few people are competing, it subtly resembles the sand table used for military formations.
Scouts, flanking cavalry, flag bearers guarding the gates—it truly had everything.
He was engrossed in watching it, but after a moment, he shook his head.
Although the formation was complete, the offensive and defensive strategies were far too simplistic. If I had devised such a flawed plan back in Liangshan, I fear the brilliant strategist would have laughed me to death.
"Harry, you've come."
When Nawood saw Harry, he went straight to him and said with a smile, "Our team is pretty good, isn't it? Now if we add a Seeker, we'll be perfect..."
Wood was only concerned with boasting, while Harry cupped his hands and said, "Brother, please don't be offended. I only see numerous flaws in his argument."