Chapter 588 The incident 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." He said afterwards.

He opened the window, and Valen, who had just come out of the silver pocket watch, looked at the owls rushing in strangely. They circled in the office, throwing the packages to their feet like bombers, and chirping at the same time, indignant for waiting for most of the day.

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

Felix remembered the Easter candy eggs he received last year and hadn't finished it for a whole year. But no matter what, it was still very happy to receive the gift itself. And he could play crackling cards with Valen, and the winner would tear off a gift...

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

"Malfoy..." Some students whispered, exchanging glances with each other.

He looked around and didn't see Draco. He sat down and started to have breakfast. He needed to rush to the Ministry of Magic to continue to attend the trial later. The whole process would last until the end of the Easter holiday, and Felix suddenly wanted to skip class.

But until he ate the last piece of potato, he didn't think of an excuse. The quick-acting skipping sugar developed by Fred and George did not have any obvious effect on him, and he took sick leave...well, he 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," Harry lowered his head, pretending to be dealing with a tough bone. Ron and Hermione came over and heard him whisper, "How could Malfoy be a spy with...?"

He looked up at the Slytherin dining table, and Draco poked an apple pie with a fork expressionless face, and the Slytherin student closest to him was also separated by two positions.

"It's Pansy Parkinson," Hermione whispered, "and she didn't seem to think about how to deal with this complicated relationship."

She saw it very accurately. When Draco's gaze looked over, Pansy immediately turned his head and talked to Millison beside him.

"Oh? That's so hurtful, although I was shocked," Ron said, his entangled expression enough to prove that all he said was the truth. "I almost thought it was April Fool's Day, but Fred and George's birthdays have passed for several days, and I regret giving them a funny hat." He said in pain: "It cost me 5 Gallons in total."

"What is that?" Harry asked curiously.

"You say the funny hat?" Ron introduced him with great enthusiasm: "Zoko's new product, I saw a flyer from Fred's page one day. It says that after putting it on, your face can be switched between vampires, werewolfs and female ghosts, with cute fangs, soft manes and other things."

“It sounds a bit like the Emerald Crown of the ‘Future World’,” Hermione interjected, “One is to change faces and the other is to change clothes.”

Ron shrugged, "Fred claims that Jokovic is inspired by the curse hat and thinks he has lost a lot. But I think it's very interesting."

"Professor Happ is about to celebrate his birthday, right?" Harry said: "I remember it was the 15th?"

"No. 8, we got it wrong last time," said Hermione.

"Isn't that today?" Ron said in surprise. "Fred and George also said they wanted to make big news," he said happily. "Oh, I have to keep this secret, and no one of you is allowed to tell them..."

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

"It looks a bit difficult." Hermione looked at the sky worriedly.

"There's no way. Hedwig never wants to go to the professor anymore. It feels embarrassing." Harry said helplessly.

They witnessed the piglet shaking in the air like a moving pendulum, and finally turned a corner with difficulty and disappeared from sight. But they knew that if they climbed over a few towers - if the piglet didn't unfortunately hit a pillar, it would fly into the office of the ancient magical literature.

"Do you think the professor would like that telescope?" Ron asked, and before he could answer, he said to himself: "I originally planned to send a pet rat to accompany Valen. To be honest, I think they look very similar... Unfortunately, time is too fast. The telescope was used by George for testing. It should be a new product, but I didn't have time... Hermione, what did you give?"

"A pot of plants," said Hermione.

"This idea is good, I have to remember it." Ron's eyes lit up.

Harry didn't say anything. He stared at the blue sky, his thoughts drifted into the distance with the owl. He had just had a crazy idea. He felt that he must be crazy, but he still thought uncontrollably: What day is Snape's birthday? Maybe... but the next second he threw this thought behind his head. Think about it, he told himself that even if Snape is undercover now, it's nothing great.

Well, it was actually amazing. Harry thought reluctantly, and he still admired this. The scene of his face in Voldemort appeared in his mind. He was not afraid of Voldemort, but he calmly made him have family affairs with Voldemort, which was almost... Harry had goosebumps.

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

Harry thought of Voldemort's speech to the Death Eater that night, and he didn't hear everything, but he still remembered what he said at the beginning. Voldemort sighed at his rebirth while terrorizing the Death Eater.

"One of them has no courage to come back... will pay the price. The other one, I think, will leave me forever... Of course he will be executed..."

Thinking about it now, the former may refer to Kakarov, while the latter is Snape.

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

He couldn't help but imagine the scene where Snape and Voldemort met, but his mind was blank due to the lack of reference. In his impression, Snape either taught in class with his unique slowness, de-tuning voice, and mocked the students; or suddenly appeared from behind, mocking and showing other students in an undisguised tone of gloating and showing other students how bad the potions Harry had made were, and had to give low scores... But Harry didn't think Snape would treat Voldemort with these two attitudes.

Maybe it was like other Death Eaters, Harry thought to himself, and he felt sick when he thought of the group of Death Eaters kneeling in front of Voldemort. He would rather Snape be tough.

When they came out of the owl shed, they couldn't help talking about the Malfoy family. Ron mentioned Draco Malfoy's grandfather, "That's a great person."

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

"No one knows," Ron said, but then he lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "My dad said he might be one of the early sponsors of the Mysterious Man." He seemed happy to see Harry and Hermione slapped wide.

"But he was never caught and died as respected." Ron added: "Compared with him, his son seemed not smart enough, I mean Lucius Malfoy."

Harry grinned happily.

"Let me think about it," he counted one by one with his fingers, "after the defeat of the First War, he claimed that he had been hit by the Soul-Snatching Curse, and later became Foggy's withdrawal bag. He lost his identity as a school director in our second grade. Oh, by the way - and Dobby! He knelt in front of Voldemort for half a year ago and confessed his mistake, and now he hid somewhere and couldn't get out - yes, I understand what you mean."

They talked and laughed, and Malfoy had always been out of the way with them. Now they were gloating when they saw the family was in trouble. But when they walked into the common room, they suddenly realized that Malfoy was standing aside with them now.

"I would rather he always be a Death Eater-"

"Oh, don't say stupid things."

They sat on a table and flipped over their schoolbags. The professors obviously did not intend to make the students feel comfortable during the holidays, and they tacitly left a lot of homework. This also led to a considerable number of fifth-grade students not going home, but staying in school to sigh, yawn and make up for homework.

Ron took out the parchment paper and a quill from his schoolbag and said angrily: "Those lower-grade students are too noisy and want to deduct points for them." But as the homework for each subject was placed in front of him, his momentum disappeared with the naked eye.

Harry lay on the table, using his wand to light the review schedule that Hermione gave them yesterday, and the tasks for 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 paper, and suddenly had an impulse in his heart to tear it off.

"You guys say, how did Lucius Malfoy get in touch with Professor Hepp?" he couldn't help asking.

Hermione pushed the newspaper to him. Ron said disgustedly: "Do you believe that? 'Speak out' - how is this possible? I want me to say that he was unlucky when he was illegal and was caught by the professor, so he asked the professor to let him go..." Hermione glared at him.

"Ahem, I mean, pretty done."

"The Death Eater's ingredients are complicated," Hermione tried to make a clue: "There are ambitious people, there are cruel people, and there are those who are rushing to come over and get some majestic," she thought for a while and said: "There are a few who are bewitched by the evil ideas of mysterious people..."

Harry remembered Sirius's younger brother Regules.

"...I can't tell the difference when the mysterious man has the upper hand, but once he falls into a downturn," Hermione pointed to the photo of Selwin's trial in the newspaper, "we can tell the difference between these people."

There was a hilarious voice from the lounge, and they turned their heads - Harry and Ron wanted something new - seeing Fred and George each holding colorful hats, wearing hats in their hands, amid the sounds of onlookers making excitement. There were screams and laughter in the crowd, and Fred and George turned around to show, and when they turned to Harry, the three of them finally saw their faces clearly.

Harry was startled and almost thought he had seen a combination of vampire and female ghost (?). Fred's face was as white as paper, with sunken cheeks, like long-term malnutrition, and his eyes were abnormally congested, but the most conspicuous thing was his deliberately bared fangs; George had another terrifying face - his hair turned black and was dragged to the ground, his face was like a skeleton, with green light on the surface, which was scarier than the vampire beside him.

The two laughed with pranks.

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

"Don't like our new face?"

"Okay, you guys look like this hat," Ron countered in a sarcastic tone, "Who said he was dissatisfied before?"

"That's two things," Fred said seriously. "We think this hat appears very well."

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

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

“Is there anything we don’t know?”

"No." Ron said, he changed the subject abruptly, "Have you heard it? The "New Interpretation of the Demonic Text" said that it was preparing for an ancient Demonic Text Yearbook. Everyone is welcome to contribute."

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

"Where are you?" Harry asked alertly.

"Career Dynamics." Fred said without hesitation: "We created a new profession, and I was named "The Prank Merchant," he squeezed his eyes at Harry, "There are high requirements: ancient magical script, basic alchemy, metamorphosis, magical curses, and wild imagination-"

"And there is a bohemian heart." George said half-truely.

"It sounds like a boastful." Ron murmured.

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

"Not yet, uh-I've given it to someone." Ron wanted to vaguely, but Fred stared at him, and he could only tell the truth.

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

"Fisting a telescope? Fisting a boxing?" Harry captured the keyword.

Ron suddenly looked horrified.

Fred and George stared at his expression and smiled, "Okay, we won't ask." Fred said pretending to be generous.

"I'll definitely know in the end anyway." George added.

"Speak quickly—that thing—Merlin's beard!" Ron shouted, "What's the use of that thing?"

But Fred and George just looked at him with regret, as if his life was about to come... Ron was even more panicked. He just wanted to run to the professor's office to get the gift back and change it again, but when he thought of the unlucky appearance of Crabbe and Goll, he gave up the idea.

"Tell me quickly! You!" he shouted.

Ron pounced on him and shook Fred's collar hard. Fred insisted not to let go, and looked like he was watching the show.

"Will they really admit the name?" After quieting down, Hermione asked, "I heard that the reviewers are all very old-schooled except Professor Hepp."
To be continued...