I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 114 I think Grindelwald is definitely a good place for me.

"Banban, what are you doing?" Suddenly, Ron noticed that his pockets were bulging, as if something was struggling inside.

He looked down and saw that it was his mouse, rummaging through his pocket, trying to escape.

"Keep your voice down, Ron." Harry quickly covered Ron's mouth.

He didn't want to be exposed.

He couldn't smell the hot pot broth in the air today!

If discovered

"No, where are you going—" Ron struggled, but suddenly, a sharp pain came from his finger. "Ah~" Harry covered his mouth, and he whimpered. Then he watched helplessly as his mouse jumped out of the pocket, burrowed into the snowdrift next to him, and disappeared from his sight after a while.

"Quiet down, Ron." Hermione, who was lying at the front, didn't notice Ron's blood-dripping fingers behind her.

She thought he was just grumbling again.

But Hannah, standing right next to Harry, witnessed that scene firsthand.

She drew her wand and moved closer.

The tip of her staff gently pressed against Ron's injured finger. "Recover quickly," she whispered the incantation.

A green light shone down, and soon the wound began to heal.

"Put your hands in your pockets, Ron," Hannah said gently. "Blood loss and frostbite, unless you don't want that finger anymore."

"Thank you, Hannah." Ron, coming to his senses, stared blankly in the direction where his mouse had disappeared.

It has never been as strange as it is today.

Why?

But whatever the reason, Banban has been in their family for many years. It's more than just a pet; in Ron's heart, it's more like a family member.

Especially when he was bullied by his older brothers when he was a child, Banban was his best confidant.

"I'm going to find it." Ron pulled out his wand. "With this heavy snow, it'll freeze to death."

"Are you crazy?" Harry turned and scolded. "There are dark wizards everywhere here. If they find you, no one will come to your rescue."

"But that's Scabbers," Ron retorted, unyielding. "If Hedwig were kidnapped, wouldn't you be worried?"

Harry was suddenly speechless at Ron's example. He pondered for a long time but couldn't refute it. Yes, if Hedwig were kidnapped, he would definitely rush up and beat the thief to a pulp.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Harry finally agreed.

"Hey! What are you two idiots trying to do?" Hermione finally realized what had just happened.

She stepped in front of the two of them and called out, "Ron!"

But what they got in return was Ron's resolute gaze. He and Harry walked past her, one on each side, and then ran straight in the direction Scabbers had gone.

"Those two idiots!!"

The sudden departure of two team members cast a shadow over the remaining young wizards.

However, they had no time to grieve, because on their other side, a group of black-robed wizards were chasing a brightly dressed, flamboyant witch as they passed by.

The sound of the incantation piercing through the wind and snow was like an arrow cutting through the air, traveling far in the darkness.

"Bang!"

The sound of the curse's explosion faded into the distance.

Harry and Ron had been walking for at least half an hour.

Searching for a mouse in near-total darkness was the stupidest thing they had ever done.

Fortunately, there were no dark wizards around. This was the only good news on this cold winter night.

"Huff~" Harry gasped for breath. "Ron, I think we should go back."

The surrounding trees were not much different from those by the Black Lake.

The professors had repeatedly forbade us from venturing deeper into the forbidden forest.

"But—" Ron wanted to say a few more words, but a faint sound from the woods made him shut his mouth immediately.

The two stopped and looked closely. Some distance to their right, a large creature was cutting a path through the bushes and rushing towards them.

"Harry, what is that?" Ron shouted, holding up the glowing light. He could only hear a series of crackling sounds, but he couldn't see where the danger was.

"Damn it, I remember now." Harry raised his wand and flung a burst of light into the distance—'Ultimate Glow'.

The pale light shone on the snow, creating a blinding halo.

Before Harry and his friends could adjust to the sudden light, clusters of black, speckled creatures blocked the reflection.

"Yes, the eight-eyed giant spider." Harry stared at the swarm of spiders in front of him in horror.

He suddenly remembered that ever since Lockhart got rid of Hagrid and captured an eight-eyed giant spider for teaching purposes, the spiders in the forest had become much more irritable.

Even Hagrid couldn't suppress it.

The professors had repeatedly warned against young wizards entering the Forbidden Forest.

I'm just afraid of something unexpected happening.

"Damn it, we've wandered deep into the Forbidden Forest."

Harry gripped his wand and retreated step by step. The spiders seemed somewhat wary of them, and instead of swarming forward, they silently pursued and surrounded them.

When Ron first saw so many spiders, he was so frightened that he trembled all over and couldn't even speak properly.

"George Fred is in the Forbidden Forest." He grabbed Harry's sleeve. "I assure you, we haven't gone deep into the Forbidden Forest."

They had been following the footprints left in the snow to pursue them.

The footprints disappeared after a heavy snowfall.

But they were only searching the outer perimeter of the Forbidden Forest.

"I heard Owen mention it before," Harry said coldly, his eyes fixed on the group of dark creatures. "The Forbidden Forest isn't just home to the Giant Spiders; there's also a centaur tribe. Every winter, when the Giant Spiders can't find food, they 'cross the border.' They were probably driven to the edge of the Forbidden Forest by the centaurs."

"I think you shouldn't be giving me lessons right now, Harry," Ron said curtly.

"I think so too."

After saying that, the two looked at each other, and the tacit understanding they had developed over the past two years of being beaten by Irving immediately made them understand each other.

"Burning Flames!"

"Burning Flames!"

The two raised their wands, and the tips of the wands suddenly spewed out blazing flames.

It surged towards the spiders like a tide.

"Run!" Harry and Ron shouted in unison, then turned and ran back the way they came.

"Ahhhhh! Help!"

Ron's screams echoed far and wide through the forest.

Unfortunately, the wind and snow were too heavy, completely drowning out his voice.

But all of this is being observed by others with a different perspective.

Behind a large tree, Peter Pettigrew was huddled in the snow, shivering, his eyes fixed on Harry and Ron as they fled for their lives.

Without a wand, his magical skill level was no match for so many eight-eyed giant spiders.

Even if he had a wand, Peter would not put himself in danger.

Having regained his human form, he stared with his large, watery eyes, his pupils constantly darting around. He had no time to waste with these little wizards.

He has to go and take a look.

Go and see if Dumbledore has really been captured.

Even—being killed.

He turned around, transformed back into a mouse, and quickly disappeared into the forest.

On the other side...

On the shore of Black Lake, the Aurors had already surrounded the witch who looked somewhat abnormal.

A dozen or so burly men in black surrounded a woman.

This scene, though, might not be suitable for censorship.

But in reality, it's unlikely to pass the review.

The Aurors of Great Britain are not some benevolent angels, and besides, this is a serious criminal who has dared to attack the minister.

Before she could even open her mouth after being captured, she was struck by more than a dozen non-lethal magic wands.

Then a group of people rushed up and took her wand.

Since they didn't have a high-end product like Truth Fluid, the veteran Aurors simply used a massive memory recovery spell.

Slap! Slap! A few hard slaps down.

The girl's loud screams almost made the little witch, who was hiding behind a rock watching, rush up and fight the group of evil black wizards.

"Speak!" a man's low growl rang out.

"Say it!"

"Slap!" Another slap.

Just as the man was about to unleash his second palm strike, Tonks appeared.

She emerged from the woods and stopped her colleague from continuing to cast physical magic.

Before him, a woman knelt on the ground, her long brown hair scattered all over the floor.

Recently stained with blood.

Unidentified cosmetics were smeared on her face, leaving clear handprints in a mess.

"Tell me, why did you attack the Minister of Magic!" Tonks said coldly, his usual carefree tone gone.

Although she herself caused trouble and eventually joined the Order of the Phoenix, this does not mean that she was a kind person.

Tonks was trained by "Mad-Eye Moody".

It would be a miracle if she were kind.

"I'm warning you, according to special provisions of magical law, we are permitted to use the Unforgivable Charm on a criminal as heinous as you." Her wand pressed against the woman's face.

"Pah!" Despite being surrounded by a group of Aurors, the woman remained heroic.

She raised her head, her face contorted with rage, and roared, "Don't think I'm the only one!"

"Soon, my sisters will emerge from the woods and kill that hypocrite Fudge for me."

Her voice was deafening.

But apart from the sound of the wind, all that could be heard were the footsteps of the Aurors.

Apart from that, there was no other sound.

None of her so-called companions were found by an Auror.

"Oh! You have accomplices?" Tonks laughed.

He burst out laughing; it seemed he was about to make a name for himself!

Yes, yes—it will definitely leave a significant mark on my internship resume.

"Nobody—" Kingsley emerged from the woods, his expression serious, his dark face exceptionally dark. If it weren't for his pearly white teeth, everyone would have thought he had vanished!

No other outside wizards have been found around Hogsmeade.

"So—why did you attack the Minister of Magic?!" he asked.

Why?

"You ask me why?" The woman's expression was terrifyingly ferocious, as if she had heard some ridiculous joke.

"It was you! You deliberately suppressed our dear Lockhart! You fabricated evidence! Fudge—it was Fudge, who greatly disregarded Mr. Lockhart's prestige; he was afraid that if Lockhart ran for minister, he would oust him!"

I was rushing to catch the train and almost forgot to update because I didn't have a seat...

(End of this chapter)