Harry Potter Hello Dark Lord

Emma returned to the staff dormitory and said that the staff dormitory was actually as luxurious as the presidential suite.

The large room of more than 400 square meters is filled with all kinds of books. These books are collected by Mrs. Stoker. Mrs. Stoker is a bibliophile and knowledgeable. There are endless kinds of books in the house, including philosophy, theology, and history.

It covers high-end subjects, as well as a series of leisure books such as popular and folk gossip.

Under such an environment, Emma also likes to read all kinds of books. Maybe it is because of the same preferences. Ever since she was adopted, Mrs. Stoker has loved Emma very much and treated her as her own. The mother and daughter get along very well.

Harmony.

Emma did not stop in the living room, but went straight into her room.

Emma's room is relatively simple. It doesn't look like a girl's room at all. There is a simple wooden bed in the room. There are two small bedside tables beside the bed. Opposite the wooden bed is an entire room.

There is a huge summer vacation facing the wall, and a simple desk made of red jujube wood.

In the upper left corner of the desk are a stack of yellow paper talismans and some strange materials. In the upper right corner of the desk are a dozen heavy books. On the right and left side is a delicate quill pen and ink. The quill's

On the left side are some strange ornaments.

The ornament looks like a three-dimensional triangle with a ball in the middle. The fixed point of the triangle of the three-dimensional ornament extends down to a slender stick, passing through the ball and piercing the bottom of the triangle.

The most surprising thing is that this ornament is actually suspended on a small wooden platform without any support, just floating quietly on the platform.

Emma sat in front of the desk and played with the small suspended ornament. With the touch of her fingers, the ornament flickered with a ray of light, and then returned to its original state.

Emma chuckled and put the Daily Prophet in her hand on the desk and started reading it carefully. On the way, Emma only had time to read the content she was interested in. At this time, when she got home, she was too bored anyway, so she just took a look at the magical world.

Is there any interesting news?

Just as Emma's expression suddenly changed, a piece of news in the newspaper caught her attention:

'New developments in suspected dark wizard attack in Manchester three months ago

According to this newspaper, three months ago, a vicious attack by dark wizards on Muggles occurred in Manchester County, resulting in a granary explosion and the death of five Muggles. A preliminary investigation by the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic determined that it was a premeditated and evil attack by a dark wizard criminal group.

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After three months of investigation, the Aurors had new clues. Mr. Coster, the spokesman of the Ministry of Magic at the time, said: After investigating the incident, we found that in addition to the bombing of a granary, there was also a Muggle bomb on the coast of Manchester.

The auction was attacked, and five Muggles disappeared. Afterwards, the criminal group also carried out a series of silencing of other participants. The incident is still under investigation, and the Aurors have identified the suspect and are preparing to arrest him.'

"Preparing to arrest? Are there going to be overwhelming publicity before anyone is caught? Either the Ministry of Magic is crazy, or the spokesperson has no brains!" Emma frowned and cursed in a short breath.

She was already certain that the Muggle auction in the newspaper was the charity auction that her stepfather attended. Judging from the time, it matched. According to the date in the newspaper, it was Mr. Stoker three months ago.

Time to attend a charity auction.

As expected, my father's disappearance is related to wizards, but... But why is it so secretive? Whether it's me or Andy, or Caris and Patty, they all have unknown methods. The four of us have been investigating for three months and still can't figure it out.

Find the traces of the people behind the scenes. Can we really get useful clues in the troubled times of the Ministry of Magic?

Emma's expression suddenly froze when she thought of this, and she exclaimed: "The Ministry of Magic's publicity is probably just to alert others... It seems that the Ministry of Magic has no useful clues and can only come up with such a non-technical idea.

At first glance, the mastermind is behind it.”

When Emma was distressed, she suddenly heard the sound of the doorbell coming from the outhouse. Because Emma was immersed in her thoughts, she was startled by the sound of the doorbell. She put the Daily Prophet into the drawer and got up to open the door in the outhouse.

"Who... who is it? Is it mom?" Emma asked timidly through the door. It was only around three o'clock in the afternoon, and her mother would not be back until at least around five o'clock from her shift today. Besides, her mother should have brought the key.

That's right.

In fact, Emma is extremely confident in the security of the school. Such cautious behavior is just to confuse the public. After all, her special abilities cannot be exposed at will, so it is better to behave like a normal child.

The remaining trouble.

As Gu Pei followed Emma's inquiry, the ringing of the doorbell stopped suddenly, and there was no more noise from outside the house.

Emma's face looked a little solemn and unkind, and she had already pinched two talismans with her fingertips behind her back.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, the knock was strong and heavy, and then a clear female voice sounded: "Open the door, it's me! I guess you are at home, you don't need to go to the library..."

Hearing the sound coming from outside the house, Emma breathed a sigh of relief, put away the talisman on her fingertips, and opened the door with a smile.

As soon as the door opened, a red figure swooped in, hugged Emma and giggled: "Bad girl, did you miss me?"

As he spoke, he pinched Emma's little butt.

Emma's beauty turned pale, she pushed the red figure away, and said angrily: "Petty, you are a girl, can you be more reserved!?"

The girl named Petty curled her lips, sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs and picked up a book "French Art History" and flipped through it a few times: "Humph, I finally came out, and you don't want to see me like this.

I... am so heartbroken! Woohoo... since you don’t welcome me, then I’m leaving!”

Although she said she wanted to leave, the girl still sat lazily on the sofa, with no intention of raising her hips.

Emma closed the door helplessly, walked into the kitchen and rummaged inside: "Why did you come here today? Isn't it the end of every month and you only have two days of rest... Do you drink juice or milk?"

"Juice!" Petty was completely rude, as if he were back at home. He hummed and continued to explain: "Things at home have been complicated recently. You also know that I am the puppet, sitting in front of the stage to take pictures.

Just give me a forum. The think tank at home has been busy with those things lately and I don’t need to come forward for a short time, so the teacher gave me a holiday...

It's a pity that I came to see you all the time when I was on vacation, but you damn girl didn't welcome me at all. It's so sad, so sad..."

As he spoke, Petty deliberately pretended to let out a few fake sobs.

Emma casually handed over a glass of juice and sat on the sofa: "Didn't you suddenly leave last time because there was a big problem at home, and it was resolved so quickly?"

"It's not solved, it's just that an unexpected incident occurred, and an annoying guy came back... Hey, why am I telling you this!" Petty seemed to realize something and quickly changed the topic: "By the way,

Where is that guy Andy? He has been pestering you recently?"

Emma smiled bitterly: "What if? Otherwise I wouldn't be hiding at home!"

"Hehe, it seems that the last time I beat him, I hit him lightly..." Petty said, waving his fist eagerly.

Emma hurriedly tugged on Patty's clothes: "Don't cause trouble again. Mrs. Grant almost saw it last time. The old man is over eighty years old. He was tremblingly basking in the sun outside. You and An

The strong wind of the Di battle almost overturned the old man!"

"Grandma Grant... uh..." Petty's face was a little stiff, and then she smiled and said: "Yes, I was almost discovered by the old man, please restrain yourself next time!"