Chapter 588 The Event Fermented

When Felix returned to the office, he was surprised to see a row of owls standing in front of the window.

"Oh, well, Easter, I forgot to leave the window open." He said belatedly.

He opened the window, and Valen, who had just come out of the silver pocket watch, looked curiously at the owls that rushed in. They circled in the office, and dropped packages at their feet like bombers, chirping at the same time, indignant that they had waited for half a day.

Valen climbed up Felix's legs to his shoulders and looked down at the packages on the ground.

Felix remembered the Easter candy eggs he received last year, which he had not eaten for a whole year. But no matter what, receiving a gift itself is still worth being happy about. And he can play crackling exploding cards with Valen, and the winner will open a gift...

The next morning, when he appeared in the auditorium, he saw students flipping through newspapers and talking.

"Malfoy..." A student whispered, exchanging glances with each other.

He looked around and didn't see Draco. He sat down and started to eat breakfast. He needed to rush to the Ministry of Magic to continue the trial later. The whole process will continue until the end of the Easter holiday. Felix suddenly wanted to skip classes.

But until he ate the last piece of potato, he didn't think of an excuse. The quick-acting skipping candy developed by Fred and George didn't work on him, and taking sick leave... well, he really couldn't open his mouth.

In the end, he ran to the Ministry of Magic.

...

On the other side -

"Unbelievable, I still can't understand it," Harry lowered his head, pretending to be dealing with a hard bone. Ron and Hermione came over and heard him whisper: "How can Malfoy be... a spy?"

He raised his head and looked at the Slytherin table. Draco was poking an apple pie with a fork expressionlessly. The Slytherin student closest to him was also two seats away.

"It's Pansy Parkinson," Hermione looked over there and whispered, "She doesn't seem to have figured out how to deal with this complicated relationship."

She saw it very accurately. When Draco looked over, Pansy immediately turned her head and talked to Millicent beside her.

"Oh? That's really hurtful, although I was also shocked." Ron said, his tangled expression was enough to prove that what he said was true, "I almost thought it was April Fool's Day, but Fred and George's birthdays have been in the past for several days, and I kind of regretted giving them funny hats." He said with a pained look, "It cost me 5 Galleons in total."

"What is that?" Harry asked curiously.

"You mean the funny hat?" Ron introduced it to him with great interest. "Zonko's new product. I saw a flyer in Fred's book one day. It says that after wearing it, your face can be transformed between a vampire, a werewolf and a female ghost, and you can grow some cute fangs, soft bristles and so on." "

It sounds a bit like the Emerald Crown in 'Future World'," Hermione interrupted. "One is changing your face, and the other is changing your clothes."

Ron shrugged. "Fred claimed that Zonko got inspiration from the Curse-Proofing Hat and thought he had lost a lot. But I think it's very interesting."

"Professor Hep's birthday is coming soon, right?" Harry said. "I remember it's the 15th?"

"The 8th, we got it wrong last time." Hermione said.

"Isn't that today?" Ron said in surprise. "Fred and George said they wanted to make a big news," he said with great joy. "Oh, I have to keep this secret, and none of you can tell them..."

Later, they let Ron's owl Piglet fly out of the owl shed with a package.

"It looks a little tired." Hermione looked at the sky worriedly.

"No way, Hedwig doesn't want to go to the professor anymore, she feels ashamed." Harry said helplessly.

They watched the piglet swaying in the air like a moving pendulum, and finally turned a corner with difficulty and disappeared from sight. But they knew that as long as it climbed over a few towers - if the piglet didn't hit a pillar unfortunately, it would fly into the Ancient Runes Office.

"Do you think the professor will like the telescope?" Ron asked, and without waiting for an answer, he said to himself: "I originally planned to give a pet mouse to let it and Valen keep each other company. To be honest, I think they look very similar... It's a pity that time is too tight. The telescope was given by George to test. It should be a new product, but I haven't had time... Hermione, what did you give?"

"A pot of plants." Hermione said.

"That's a good idea, I have to write it down." Ron's eyes lit up.

Harry didn't say anything. He stared at the blue sky, and his thoughts drifted away with the owl. He just had a crazy idea, and he felt that he must be crazy, but he couldn't help thinking about a question: When is Snape's birthday? Maybe... But he put the idea behind him the next second. Think about it, he told himself, even if Snape is undercover now, it's not a big deal.

Well, it's actually quite amazing, Harry thought reluctantly, he still admired this, and the scene when he faced Voldemort emerged in his mind. He was not afraid of Voldemort, but he asked him to chat with Voldemort calmly and get close to him... Harry got goose bumps.

He didn't see Snape in the cemetery, maybe he was hiding there, or he was late?

Harry thought of Voldemort's speech to the Death Eaters that night. He didn't hear all of it, but he still remembered what he said at the beginning. Voldemort was sighing about his rebirth while threatening the Death Eaters.

"One of them didn't have the guts to come back... and will pay the price. The other, I think, left me forever... of course he will be executed..."

Thinking about it now, the former may refer to Karkaroff, and the latter to Snape.

But Snape is alive and well now, and Harry doesn't know how he did it.

He couldn't help but imagine the scene of Snape and Voldemort meeting, but due to the lack of reference, his mind was blank. In his impression, Snape was either lecturing in class with his unique slow and drawling voice, mocking students; or suddenly appearing from behind, mocking and showing other students how bad Harry's potion was with an undisguised gloating tone, and showing how bad Harry's potion was, and had to give low marks... But Harry didn't think Snape would treat Voldemort with these two attitudes. Maybe

it's the same as other Death Eaters, Harry thought, and he thought of the group of Death Eaters kneeling and groveling in front of Voldemort, and he felt sick. He would rather Snape was tougher.

When they came out of the Owl Shed, they couldn't help talking about the Malfoy family again. Ron mentioned Draco Malfoy's grandfather, "That was a very powerful man."

"Was he a Death Eater too?" Harry asked.

"Nobody knows," said Ron, but then he lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "My dad said he might have been one of You-Know-Who's early sponsors." He seemed to be very happy to see Harry and Hermione's mouths open.

"But he was never caught and died respectably." Ron added, "Compared to him, his son doesn't seem smart enough. I mean Lucius Malfoy."

Harry grinned happily.

"Let me see," he counted on his fingers, "claimed to have been under the Imperius Curse after the failure of the first war, later became Fudge's cash bag, lost his position as a school governor in our second year, oh, yes - and Dobby! Kneeled before Voldemort and confessed his mistakes more than half a year ago, and now he's hiding somewhere and can't come out - yes, I understand what you mean."

They talked and laughed. Malfoy had always been at odds with them, and now they were actually gloating to see the family in trouble. But when they walked into the common room, they suddenly realized that Malfoy was now on their side.

"I'd rather he had always been a Death Eater--"

"Oh, don't be silly."

They sat at a table and rummaged through their schoolbags. The professors obviously didn't intend to let the students have a comfortable holiday, and tacitly left a lot of homework. This also caused quite a number of fifth-year students not to go home, but to stay in school sighing and yawning to make up their homework.

Ron took out parchment and quills from his schoolbag and said angrily: "Those junior students are too noisy. I really want to deduct points from them." But as the homework of each subject was placed in front of him, his momentum disappeared visibly.

Harry lay on the table and used his wand to casually point at the review plan timetable that Hermione gave them yesterday. The tasks of each subject were clearly marked. "I also added a countdown," Hermione said happily: "It's in the upper left corner."

Harry stared at the number '59' on the parchment, and suddenly had an urge to tear it off.

"What do you think, how did Lucius Malfoy get involved with Professor Happ?" He couldn't help asking.

Hermione pushed the newspaper to him. Ron said in disgust, "You believe that? 'Confess' - damn it, how is that possible? To me, he was probably unlucky enough to be caught by the professor while doing something illegal, so he asked the professor to let him go..." Hermione glared at him. "

Ahem, I mean, well done."

"The Death Eaters are complex," Hermione tried to sort out the clues: "There are ambitious people, cruel people by nature, and those who rush over to get some prestige," she thought for a moment, and then said, "A few are bewitched by the evil ideas of the mysterious man..."

Harry thought of Sirius's brother Regulus.

"…When the You-Know-Who has the upper hand, we can't tell them apart, but once he's in a slump," Hermione pointed disdainfully at the photo of Selwyn being tried in the newspaper, "we can tell the quality of these people

apart." There was laughter in the lounge, and they turned their heads - Harry and Ron were eager for something new - and saw Fred and George each holding a colorful hat in their hands, and put on the hats at the same time amid the noise of the onlookers. There was a scream and laughter from the crowd, and Fred and George turned around to show off, and when it turned to Harry, the three of them finally saw their faces clearly.

Harry was startled and almost thought he saw a combination of a vampire and a female ghost (?). Fred's face was as white as paper, his cheeks were sunken, as if he was malnourished for a long time, and his eyes were abnormally congested, but the most conspicuous thing was his deliberately bared fangs; George's face was another terrifying one - his hair turned black and dragged on the ground, his face was like a skull, and the surface was glowing green, scarier than the vampire next to him.

The two laughed mischievously.

After a while, the crowd dispersed, and Fred and George came over and sat next to them. They were still wearing those strange faces, and Ron leaned back subconsciously, and Fred and George grinned.

"Don't you like our new faces?"

"It's okay, you seem to like this hat," Ron countered in a sarcastic tone, "Who said you were dissatisfied before?"

"That's two different things." Fred said seriously, "We think this hat is very appropriate."

"Yes, it can add luster to Professor Hep's birthday party..." George said happily.

The three of them looked at each other. Ron kept winking at Harry and Hermione, reminding them not to let anything slip. Fred and George looked at them strangely.

"Is there anything we don't know?"

"No." Ron said, and he changed the subject stiffly. "Have you heard that the New Interpretation of Runes says that they are preparing an issue of the Ancient Runes Yearbook. Everyone is welcome to submit."

"This is a big event." Fred said happily. He took off his hat, and his fangs and pale sunken cheeks disappeared. "Which part are you going to participate in?" "

What about you?" Harry asked alertly.

"Career dynamics." Fred said without hesitation: "We created a new profession, George and I. The profession is named 'Mischief Merchant'," he winked at Harry, "The requirements are very high: Ancient Runes, basic alchemy, Transfiguration, Charms, and wild imagination-" "

And a bohemian heart." George said half-seriously.

"It sounds like bragging." Ron muttered.

"Have you tried the boxing telescope?" Fred asked suddenly, staring at his brother's face.

"Not yet, uh - I gave it away." Ron wanted to be vague, but Fred stared at him straight, so he had to tell the truth.

"Give it away? To whom?" Fred and George shouted in unison.

"Boxing telescope? Boxing?" Harry caught the key words.

Ron suddenly looked horrified.

Fred and George stared at his expression and laughed, "Okay, we won't ask." Fred said magnanimously.

"Anyway, we will definitely know in the end." George added.

"Tell me - that thing - Merlin's beard!" Ron shouted, "What is the use of that thing?"

But Fred and George just looked at him with regret, as if he was dying... Ron was even more panicked. He just wanted to run to the professor's office to take the gift back and replace it with a new one, but when he thought of Crabbe and Goyle's unfortunate appearance, he gave up this idea.

"Tell me quickly! You!" he roared.

Ron rushed over and shook Fred's collar hard, but Fred insisted on not letting go, with an expression of watching a good show.

"Will they really recognize this name?" Hermione asked when things were quiet. "I heard that the reviewers are all very old - except Professor Hep."

"It won't hurt to try." George said eagerly, "I can see that they are eager to recruit talents and are trying hard to expand their territory! It also mentions that, 'Once the profession is officially recognized, in addition to being included in the Ministry of Magic's occupation list, it will also receive various supports.'" "

-After the war is over." Hermione said.

"What?" Fred asked.

"Indeed, there is this one you said, but it will not be fulfilled until the war is over." Hermione whispered.

"Why didn't I see it?" Fred and George were stunned for a moment, and shouted together.

"It's written on the last page of the latest issue of "New Interpretation of Magic Runes." Hermione said. The two couldn't sit still anymore, so they left in a hurry. After they disappeared, Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Harry said uncertainly: "Prankster? It sounds good. But can there really be such a profession in the future?"

He has been studying the pamphlets on various occupations distributed by the school during this period. Although he believes that he will become an Auror in the future, it does not prevent him from reading the requirements of other professions with relish, and discussing them with people in the dormitory until late at night before going to bed.

"If pranks are acceptable, why don't I create a new profession for myself?" Ron muttered in dissatisfaction.

"So you have an idea?" Hermione asked with interest.

Ron was dumbfounded. Harry knew he was talking casually, so he asked quickly: "Hermione, do you know how to make the number nine amulet?"

"You need to use the 'fire' rune and the 'protection' rune," Hermione said subconsciously: "You have to combine them together, which is equivalent to two sets of circuits. When they work at the same time, they will absorb the surrounding flames and then release them all at once."

"It doesn't sound like it will be useful." Harry said, "Many spells can have similar effects."

"You can give it to children," Hermione said, "and if you plan to study fire magic, it's still useful. Even when facing the Fiendfyre, it can buy you a second or two-although it will break after one use."

They started to do their homework. After a while, Harry began to feel sleepy. He forced himself to stare at the History of Magic textbook. The Ilfracombe Incident, Ilfracombe... Is this a person's name or a place name? Never mind. Harry yawned and copied the name on the parchment.

His mind began to wander. He was already thinking about the party with Sirius in the evening, and Kreacher. He wondered if he would be used to the kitchen...

Meanwhile, Felix sat listlessly on the bench in the courtroom, staring at a dark wizard with skin so dark that it reflected light.

Where did Voldemort find these people?

Lucius' words yesterday kept spinning in his mind, making Felix want to go to Malfoy Manor to see if it had been burned to ruins - this would at least prove that Voldemort had read the newspaper and was furious.

"Bang!" The gavel fell heavily.

"Papastaso Buvaschi Van Buren Papadopoulos Malafeye Miguel Alves, guilty!"