MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 241 Festival
Our college! "
In Professor McGonagall's doubtful and angry voice, Harry heard a hint of pride, and his heart immediately surged with love for Minerva McGonagall.
"He just told us Potter was going to be here!" Carlo said, "I don't know what's going on?"
Professor McGonagall stood up, her sharp eyes scanning the room, twice where Harry and Luna stood.
"We can push on those furry kids," Amycus said, the fat pig face suddenly sly, "Yeah, just do it. Let's just say Alecto was killed by The sneak attack by the furry kids is the furry kids living above." He looked up at the dormitory and stared at the ceiling full of stars, "Let's just say they forced her to press the marker and let the Dark Lord get false information. …He can punish them. What difference does it make to have more furry kids and less furry kids?”
"It's the difference between fact and lie, courage and cowardice!" Professor McGonagall turned pale and said, "In short, this is a difference you and your sister cannot understand. But I have to make it clear: you must not blame Hogwarts students for many of your stupidities. I won't allow it."
"What did you say?"
Amycus came forward, aggressive, his face just inches from Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall didn't flinch, but looked at him with a look of contempt, as if he were some disgusting thing stuck to the toilet seat.
"It's not something you'll allow, Minerva McGonagall. Your days are over. We're in power here, and you have to support me or you won't be able to eat Walk."
He spat in Professor McGonagall's face.
Harry ripped off the Invisibility Cloak, raised his wand and said, "You shouldn't do this!"
Just as Amycus turned around, Harry shouted, "Going out!"
The Death Eater suddenly hung up, twisting and flipping in the air like a drowning man, flapping and howling in pain. With a loud clatter and the sound of shattered glass, he slammed into the door of a bookshelf and fell unconscious to the ground.
"I see what Bellatrix meant," Harry said, blood pounding in his head, "you need to be really hard-hearted."
"Potter!" Professor McGonagall grabbed her chest and whispered, "Potter—you're here! How—how—?" She tried to calm herself, "Potter , this is so stupid!"
“He spit at you,” Harry said.
"Potter, I—you are—really brave—but didn't you think—?"
"Oh, I know." Harry reassured her. Somehow, her nervousness calmed him down. "Professor McGonagall, Voldemort is coming."
"Why, can I say this name now?" Luna asked with interest, and ripped off the invisibility cloak. Seeing another student who violated the rules, Professor McGonagall couldn't bear it anymore. She staggered back a few steps, fell on a nearby chair, and grabbed her old plaid tightly. The neckline of the dressing gown.
"I guess it doesn't matter what we call him," Harry said to Luna. "He already knows where I am."
In some far corner of Harry's mind - a corner connected with burning, furious scars, he saw Voldemort in a ghastly green boat, galloping across the dark lake ...he will soon reach the island where the stone basin is located...
"You must escape," whispered Professor McGonagall. "Quick, Potter, the sooner the better!"
"I can't," said Harry. "I have one more thing to do. Professor, do you know where Ravenclaw's crown is?"
"Ra-Ravenclaw's crown? How would I know--wasn't it missing for centuries?" She straightened slightly. "Potter, you are stupid to enter this castle, So stupid—"
"I have to," said Harry, "Professor, there's something hidden here, and I'm going to find it, maybe the crown—if I could talk to Professor Flitwick —"
Suddenly there was movement and the crash of broken glass: Amycus woke up. Before Harry or Luna could respond, Professor McGonagall suddenly stood up, pointed his wand at the wobbly Death Eater, and said, "Out of body."
Amycus got up and walked over to his sister, picked up her wand, and shuffled to Professor McGonagall, handed it over with his wand, and then Alecto lay down on the floor beside him. Professor McGonagall waved his wand again, and conjured a silver twinkling rope out of thin air, which snaked around the Carrows and tied them firmly together.
"Potter," said Professor McGonagall, completely ignoring the situation of the Carrows, turning to Harry again, "if that devil really knew you were here—"
Before she could finish her words, a pain-like anger rushed to the top of Harry's head, making his scar as if on fire. In an instant, he looked down and saw a stone basin, the potion in it had become clear, and he saw that the gold locket under the potion was gone—
"Potter, are you all right?" said a voice, and Harry came to his senses: he was grabbing Luna's shoulders to steady himself.
"Time is running out and Voldemort is getting closer. Professor, I am doing what Dumbledore tells me to do, and I must find what he wants me to find! But as I search the castle I've got to evacuate my classmates when I'm in - Voldemort wants me, but he wouldn't mind killing a few more people, especially now -" Now he knows I'm attacking Horcruxes, Harry said in his head Finish this sentence.
"Are you acting on Dumbledore's orders?" Professor McGonagall repeated, a look of amazement slowly appeared on his face, and then he stood up straight.
"When you search for this—this thing, we will fend off that devil and keep the school safe."
"Is it possible?"
"I think so," Professor McGonagall said flatly. "You know, our teachers are very good at magic. If everyone gives their all, I'm sure they can hold him back for a while. Of course. Well, a little action must be taken against Professor Snape—"
"Let me—"
"—If the Dark Lord is at the door and Hogwarts is under siege, it really needs to get as many innocents out as possible. Floo is under surveillance and Apparition is not allowed in the school— "
"There is a way," said Harry immediately, detailing the passage leading to the Hog's Head.
"Potter, we're talking about hundreds of students—"
"I know, Professor, but if Voldemort and the Death Eaters were focused on school, they wouldn't care who Apparated from the Hog's Head."
"That makes sense," agreed Professor McGonagall. "Come on, we have to wake the other deans. You'd better put that invisibility cloak on."
She strode toward the door, holding up her wand, and from the tip of it sprang three silver cats with speckles in the shape of glasses around their eyes. The three Patronus swiftly ran forward, only to see that the spiral staircase was covered with silver light, and Professor McGonagall, Harry and Luna hurried downstairs.
They ran through corridors, and the patron saints left one by one. Professor McGonagall's tartan dressing gown rustled on the floor, and Harry and Luna trotted behind under the Invisibility Cloak.
Going down another two floors, suddenly there was another person's light footsteps. Harry had heard it first, his scar still stinging. He fumbled for the Marauder's map in the leather pouch around his neck, but before he could pull it out, Professor McGonagall seemed to have spotted someone. She stopped, raised her wand to fight, and asked, "Who's there?"
"It's me," said a low voice.
From behind a suit of armor, Severus Snape stepped out.
When Harry saw him, hatred rose in his heart. Harry only remembered Snape's guilt, almost forgetting what he looked like, his greasy black hair falling like a curtain around his thin face, and the ruthless look of his dark eyes. He was not wearing pajamas, but his usual black cloak, and he had his wand in his hand ready to fight.
"Where are the Carlos?" he asked softly.
"Probably where you told them to go, Severus," said Professor McGonagall.
Snape approached, his eyes flicked quickly around Professor McGonagall, as if he knew Harry was there. Harry also raised his wand, ready to strike.
"I have a feeling," Snape said, "that Alecto has caught an intruder."
"Really?" said Professor McGonagall. "Where does this feeling come from?"
Snape moved his left arm slightly, where the Dark Mark was branded on the skin.
"Oh, of course," said Professor McGonagall, "I forgot, you Death Eaters have your own secret contact details."
Snape pretended not to hear Professor McGonagall's words, his eyes were still searching in the air around her, and at the same time he was approaching her little by little, and looking at his expression, it seemed that he did not realize that he was so Do.
"I don't think you were supposed to be patrolling the hallway tonight, Minerva."
"Do you have an opinion?"
"I'm just wondering, so late, what got you out of bed?"
"I think I heard movement," said Professor McGonagall.
"Really? It seems quiet everywhere." Snape looked her in the eye. "Have you seen Harry Potter, Minerva? If you have, I must stress—
