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Chapter 182 The rooster died???

"I solemnly swear that I have done nothing wrong!"

A weak infusion of magic revived the fragment of Tom Riddle's soul.

What is this, a magical ritual you’ve never heard of?
Besides, what about that silly, stupid little girl?
Didn't she write that she was going to Hogwarts before? Why did the person who was connected to him through weak magic become like this?

That stupid Ginny, can't she even keep an eye on her diary?

So, the question is, should we respond to this stupid behavior? Should we change our communication method to this? The ink and magic reserves are not a problem, but will this seem too... unmysterious?

Moreover, he needed more knowledge and information - like what Ginny told him about Harry, instead of wasting his own energy in vain.

Emotional words can infuse a little magic, but such a stupid ritual obviously cannot do the same thing.

……

"No change, George."

"The password is wrong? Or is our understanding wrong?"

George looked at the unchanged diary and shook his head.

"Tear off a page and take a look. If it's not there, it should be easy to destroy."

Fred was very active - although they did not deliberately destroy the original map, it was indeed very sturdy. It looked tattered, but it was not unusable because of the random stuffing, nor had it been torn.

Just do it - Fred easily tore a piece of paper from the tattered diary.

"Whoa, reborn, Fred!"

It is visible to the naked eye that the removed paper disappears after it leaves the diary within a certain range, while the torn paper reappears in its original place.

If the twins had read "Advanced Black Magic Revealed", they would easily know that this is the indestructible nature of the Horcrux - damage caused by physical methods and most magical methods will not destroy the Horcrux. Under the protection of those black magics, the Horcrux will return to its original appearance.

"Merlin's beard, this is a great thing!"

George's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward. Then he grabbed seven or eight pieces of paper and tore them off. He held them away and watched them disappear and reappear on the notebook.

"cool!"

"Try burning again!"

"Try corrosion too!"

"How about using it to clean the table or wash your nose?"

"Try adding it to the potion to isolate the two liquids?"

"Testing magic is also a good choice!"

The two of them talked back and forth, and soon figured out the use of this indestructible book - as for the rest, they wouldn't be destroyed anyway, so they just took their time!

"Today's pears are delicious... But it doesn't matter, Neville actually started working directly... This makes people happy..."

Coming out of the greenhouse, Andrew ran towards Hagrid's hut as usual.

"Rooster, you should die today, right?"

Andrew brought good wishes and even his steps became lighter.

"Good morning, Hagrid!"

As he ran to Hagrid's hut, Andrew greeted him as usual, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the chicken coop...

Ok?
Ah!
A surge of joy suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, filling his entire being!
at last!

The rooster is dead!

He saw scattered chicken feathers and some chicken blood!

Well, let's get started - catch Ginny, search, look for the diary, and hand it over to Dumbledore to make him suffer!

Days like this really make people happy!

As for the basilisk - it depends on Andrew's mood whether to starve it or catch it and skin it!

"I found it. It will be ready soon. I have breakfast ready here. It only needs to be toasted. The breakfast at Hogwarts is indeed too light..."

Ok?
Andrew stared at Hagrid stiffly...

What did he just hear?
Um, the rooster was roasted? Or was it Hagrid who did it?

"Um, the rooster was killed?" It's better to ask about this kind of thing...

Andrew finally asked stiffly.

"Well, I see you've been watching them - well, breakfast at school does..."

Roast chicken would be a bit too greasy for breakfast...and do you have to be so hospitable?
……

"Well, I actually observe their states and then cast spells to transform them..."

Andrew finally made up an excuse, "Can you raise some more, Hagrid, please."

"For Transfiguration? Well... I'll go buy some this afternoon so as not to interfere with your observation tomorrow..." Hagrid scratched his head, "I'll raise more this time. Um, some roast chicken?"

...

It would be a shame not to eat these sacrificed chickens.

But it didn't matter that it was a misunderstanding - if the roosters were constantly replenished, it would be useless no matter who killed them, because the reliable Hagrid would replenish them as soon as possible.

It seems like an abuse of power...

But there is no other way. To frame Ginny, she must be guilty. I can't kill myself...

"You're in surprisingly good shape today, Andrew."

If you finish half a roast chicken in the morning, you'll be in pretty good shape...

Andrew started the class with Hagrid's good intentions heavy in his stomach - the first class today was Charms, and as a Ravenclaw student, this was a course he absolutely could not skip.

"Why are you all so serious..."

"Shouldn't it be serious?"

Bell looked at Andrew in surprise, as if he was out of touch with the crowd.

"Well, did anything weird happen?"

Andrew wondered if he had missed something.

"First place! First place! Today, we have to see who performs better among Granger, Nash, and Weasley! Oh, and you too!"

Why did you mix me in?
Also, the competition for first place is...

Oh…

Andrew finally remembered Ron's extraordinary performance in the last class and the harsh words Nash said.

"A victory in one class can't... Well, actually it can. If Weasley can show the same suppression as before, or Nash can surpass him after working hard, then it will basically determine the performance trend for a long time to come..."

But trying to challenge Granger...

It’s too far away…

Those who often hang out in the library have said that Granger has taught herself all the content up to the third grade level. To her, what she learns in class is just a review of the spells she learned previously.

Nash knew it a long time ago, and he just tried to be more skilled, but Ron...

If that talent is indeed reappeared...

...

Professor Flitwick was a good judge.

"The best, Miss Granger... five points to Gryffindor."

"Mr. Nash, Ravenclaw plus three points."

"I should also be three points...right?"

Andrew, who was among the first group to cast the spell a little later than Nash, was not very sure.

"Mr. Weasley, well, very hard work, very interesting. You stay a little longer after class, three extra points for Gryffindor."

"Mr. Taylor," Professor Flitwick said calmly, "one point for Ravenclaw."

"Okay, keep practicing and learn it well!"

Professor Flitwick ignored the looks from the others and announced with a normal expression.