[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon - Chapter 59

Fudge was impeached and stepped down. Scrimgeour took the stage, Rita Skeeter exploded—

“You’re saying that Rita is bad?”

Eating the last breakfast of the semester, Cedric was very speechless when he heard my words: “She’s still working for you.”

“What is ‘he\’sback, he\’sgone’, this title is very handsome but it’s too old-fashioned. Also, using my magic recorder to record the moment Voldemort dissipated was super cool, And I can’t get a Pulitzer, it’s a shame.”

“Pulitzer…”

Alice twitched the corners of her mouth as a half-blood, and then lightly kicked my calf: “Isn’t Linda talking to you yet?”

“…”

I sighed deeply, this time it wouldn’t be a bottle of orange juice, at least a Yorkshire steak.

Harry’s business is buzzing, and my side is quiet as a chicken. Although many people have guessed something, I just insisted and said nothing. Linda later learned a little and scolded me for not being a friend, and not because she felt fooled, but because—

“If you didn’t tell her about such a dangerous thing, she would really get angry.”

“Then why isn’t Cedric angry?”

“Maybe because of my high IQ?”

“…”

I looked at Linda behind Cedric and lit a candle for my dear friend.

All in all, Voldemort was defeated, Fudge stepped down, everything was fine, and everyone could finally return to normal school life. Of course, sometimes I’ll be taken aback for a moment because Ronnie is gone. But it wasn’t over yet – the Death Eater trial began inexplicably in the newspapers, all sorts of monstrous winds began to blow, and after the course and the so-called Triwizard Tournament, Harry and I each got a thousand plus Ron threw it to the Weasley twins and played games in Grimmauld Place. Sirius hadn’t rested much throughout the summer, and he came and went in such a hurry that it was almost impossible to know what he was doing.

“But Regulus has a portrait, which is nice.”

“It’s really good, but Regulus, can you not sit in this landscape painting behind us and watch us play games?”

Grimmauld Place has become more casual, nothing like the mansion it used to be. The floor was upholstered, and there was a game console in the living room that Harry and I had been clamoring to get back. In the landscape painting at the back sits a slightly melancholy but very handsome young man, watching us play Super Mario intently.

“Oh, let me watch it for a while, this game is really fun, I want to play it too… Mom, why are you here!”

“Because it looks fun.”

“…”

Hello! Where are those traitor **** from before you?

Harry and I choked and suddenly didn’t know what to do, and then Harry dropped the handle and went out on a date with Hermione.

“Poor Irina, I can’t even date. Sirius didn’t care much about girls before, and now he’s even more so.”

“Sirius is too busy, but busy proving his strength.”

I feel like my temples are popping out of blue veins, if it wasn’t for the wrong environment, I really would have to shout mmp. Especially Mrs. Black, when did she become so gossipy and interested in games! I’m afraid it’s not a fake Mrs. Black!

“I’m dead and still struggling with so much.” Mrs. Black curled her lips in a particularly inelegant manner: “And there’s no one in the Black family, so what’s the use of being elegant.”

“Mom, maybe after Sirius and Irina get married…”

“Don’t mention the iniquitous son whose name is not on the family tree, it’s boring.”

“…”

I’ll apply to go back to the Leaky Cauldron to inherit John’s estate, thank you!

But it’s all good-natured teasing or something, I’ll be at Hogwarts for another year and get a bunch of high-level wizarding certificates and then I can clapp my hands to Professor Binns’ class and then face a bunch of little kids. Headache. Honestly I was pretty happy until I got the Head Girl badge and Harry got the Gryffindor Quidditch captain—

Then our Defence Against the Dark Arts is Umbridge the Old Witch.

Damn dog… oh I can’t say that, it’s too ambiguous.

After briefly speaking to a group of prefects on the train, I looked at Master Ron Hermione Ma, and honestly, my heart didn’t waver: “Everyone should know what happened, the Dark Mark appeared at Hogwarts, Voldemort I don’t know if it’s really dead or not, and I can reveal it to everyone in advance.”

“Our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, a Ministry of Magic officer.”

Cedric, as the president of the male student—seriously, the president of the student council was wrapped up by our Hufflepuffs. It was like a plot in a face-slapped novel: “Official, not a professor.”

“Be careful, otherwise, the two of Slytherin.”

I nodded towards Daphne Greengrass and Draco Malfoy, the sixth-year prefects didn’t need to say much to understand, but to this batch of fifth-year…

“You will soon meet the OWLs exam. If the things she taught this year are a bunch of shit, don’t worry about it, learn your own, if you can’t do it, just brush the questions.”

“…”

“Cough cough, I’m sorry, my topic is very specific… Let’s not talk about that. Slytherin two, please be careful.”

“Why?”

The Ravenclaw prefect glanced at me curiously: “Why Slytherin…”

In so many years, the prejudice against Slytherin in the school has not completely disappeared, but it has improved a lot, and even occasionally Gryffindor and Slytherin can be seen hanging out. I smiled at her, and the two thoughtfully nodded: “I know Evans.”

“If she comes to you and asks you to do things for her, agree to her.”

“It doesn’t say we will do the same.”

“very good.”

Cedric and I breathed a sigh of relief when the prefects were let go, but at the same time felt an even stronger storm. The storm didn’t come from anywhere else, not even from Umbridge saying the Ministry of Magic was going to take over at Hogwarts, but because Rita shut up and devoted herself to Voldemort – who knows why she’s writing Voldemort —The Daily Prophet is no longer in charge.

“No one is more familiar with the idea of ​​controlling speech than I am. Rita was given a gag order and transferred away. I am not surprised that the Daily Prophet will have any slapstick operations next.”

I stretched out my hand to take the Daily Prophet, looking at the report above and showing a sneer: “Isn’t this, just come to court death.”

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I’m going to start a black Bella, the kind that never ends up. There is a suggestion of Bella powder fork