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Chapter 360 Hogsmeade Week

"It's all arranged."

Andrew looked at the notice surrounded by the crowd and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks to the Ministry's incompetence, his work had been delayed until now.

Next up was Hogsmeade week - his duty was scheduled for tomorrow morning, with adjustments to be made tomorrow afternoon, and Sunday morning to be ready for his first human transformation.

"Pettigory must have run as far as he can. He was hiding before. It will be harder to catch him if he gets out. I don't know where he is hiding this time."

'As for Mundungus, unless the Horcrux is squeezed through the door, it will never go to Hogsmeade. Not to mention the resurrection function, even if it is resurrected, it will still need to lead a team - but having said that, we still have to be careful and be prepared for protection at all times.'

He was planning his weekend plans and was in a good mood, but he was frightened by the sound next to him.

"Student Andrew, what are you thinking about?"

It's the anti-dark arts professor, Professor Nina.

"Good evening, Professor Nina," Andrew greeted perfunctorily, "I'm really glad that your dinner hasn't been poisoned yet."

The story of Professor Snape's hat incident is still circulating secretly - but Professor Snape himself can't find an excuse to bully the new professor.

After all, both professors showed up, so it was obviously an accident and he really had no excuse.

But it still did not affect Andrew's decision to poison the professor - she had harassed Andrew many times in the past few days and planned to make him the so-called 'foreman' of the third-year anti-dark magic course, which was like a class representative.

But Andrew doesn't have the time for that. Even when he uses the time converter, he complains that the rest time is too short.

"I have inquired about the rules of the Hogwarts cafeteria, and I have a lot of experience in adventures, so I won't touch food that others haven't tasted."

???

No, poisoning was just a joke, Professor. Professor Snape may not be as gentle as Speed ​​​​Tong said, but he would not poison you for that matter.

"By the way, this week is Hogsmeade week, you will go, right?"

"Yes, I will be on duty leading the team tomorrow morning."

There is nothing to hide about this, the announcement has said it all - tomorrow the students will act under the leadership of the student union members and will not be dispersed too far.

"That's perfect. I'm the leading professor. There will be a 'leader' party for all grades this afternoon in Hogsmeade. It's my treat. Remember to report."

Professor Nina looked happy, patted Andrew on the shoulder, and left happily without even giving Andrew a chance to refuse.

'No, lead the team?'

Andrew stood there in a daze, watching Professor Nina walk away before he realized - no, this must be a joke!
Going to Hogsmeade with a curse that you don't know if you can avoid, especially at this most dangerous time?
Are you adventurers out of your mind?
It would be good to read the newspaper. Two prisoners from Azkaban have escaped!

Do you really think this is a vacation?
But this kind of persuasion is obviously useless - if you tell adventurers about danger or something, it is obviously not something they can understand.

He could only sigh and prepare to be extra careful tomorrow.

Now, I can only go back to the dormitory - today is Friday, and I will go to Hogsmeade tomorrow, so I won’t go to the library in the evening. I’d better talk to Kevin about combat spells. Kevin has always been the most fancy when it comes to spells, so let’s see if he has found any good spells this week.

Just as he was about to walk back happily, he suddenly saw three Gryffindors with distraught looks on their faces.

This discovery made Andrew stunned - or rather, with three Gryffindors acting weird together, no one in the school would not be stunned.

That's Gryffindor!
The Lord who can poke a hole in the sky! With vigilance and a sense of responsibility, Andrew stopped them, "Sorry, I don't think you are well, what happened?"

If something is wrong, you have to call for help quickly - looking at the trouble these three people can cause, Andrew even has the illusion that it would be enough to call for Dumbledore.

He really wasn't slandering her. It was just a problem that Miss Granger couldn't handle, and it was difficult for ordinary professors to intervene. It would require a professor who was good at fighting to step forward. If the other two people were involved, then... well, it wouldn't make much difference.

"I'm going to be put in detention?"

Harry looked a little confused as he spoke.

Ok?
"Fighting again? But who cares about you now?"

"It's not solitary confinement," Andrew said in a slow tone, "but you guys don't look right. Did something happen?"

"It's okay, it's really okay."

Harry answered quickly.

But this made Andrew even more worried - such an obvious problem, he was not blind, it would be strange if he let it go.

"Come with me," Andrew led them to find an empty classroom near Professor McGonagall's office, so that the professor could rescue them in case of any strange impact.

"There's not many people here, so I can tell you what's going on." Andrew stared at Harry, ready to cast a spell if he found anything wrong. "Don't worry, if it involves privacy issues, I will absolutely keep it a secret, and try to conceal the parts that cannot be said and ask the professor for help."

The three of them looked at each other, and then thought of a bunch of classmates and Draco who was now living in the shadow. Finally, Harry made up his mind and began to describe the coincidence between today's class and the notice.

A death prophecy plus a sudden wanted warrant.

Andrew's mouth twitched when he heard this - no, Professor Trelawney had guessed it right again?
Or did she occasionally show off her unreliable talent?
But Andrew couldn't slander the professor - although the professors' lounge and Professor McGonagall would say that occasionally, but he couldn't.

"This matter..."

Andrew found himself at a loss for words for the moment—he was the one who boasted about the fire divination.

Forget it, I'd rather my friend die than let me die.

"This divination, well," Andrew hesitated, "I don't have any opinions or prejudices. I just heard occasionally that centaurs charge a lot for divination. You know, they usually don't want to do divination, but Professor Hagrid's relationship with them is better than many people think."

He pretended to be a little embarrassed, "Anyway, a centaur divination might be more appropriate - after all, the price is there."

This was the only reminder he could give - of course, it was also necessary to report this to the professor.

The destructive power of the three neurotic Gryffindors is extremely great. How to deal with this matter depends on the professor's opinion.

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"The centaur's divination?"

"It's expensive. Very expensive, and still in short supply," Hermione said, reliable as always. "But Hagrid can definitely take care of it."

"Sure, go find Hagrid."

Ron was eager to try, and Harry was also eager to get a more authoritative statement.

Andrew's guess was correct - they were about to break school rules with their invisibility cloaks.

(End of this chapter)