A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 898 Annie's Plan (Happy Tangyuan Festival!)

A group of people left the potions office and wandered aimlessly down the corridor.

Speechless after being rebuked, Harry suddenly said coldly:

"Snape won't inform the Order of the Phoenix."

"How did you know?" Luna glanced at Harry with surprise, seemingly puzzled by his suspicion of a professor.

"You don't understand, Snape hated Sirius, he hated my father," Harry said firmly.

"He also hated my mother and once called her a mud-blood in front of everyone."

Harry unleashed his pent-up frustration.

"He hates my whole family... and he wishes Sirius were dead!"

Especially with such a good opportunity, Snape doesn't even have to lift a finger.

Faced with Harry's arbitrary and accusatory remarks, the group was speechless and didn't know what to say.

You have no evidence whatsoever, yet you're slandering someone's innocence without any basis... Isn't that too prejudiced?

Ron, however, seemed to be thinking something and said:

"Harry, you've hit the nail on the head. I just remembered something."

He deliberately lowered his voice, speaking in a tone that implied "you know what I mean":

"If Snape had been even slightly slower in delivering the message, Sirius would have died."

And Dumbledore would not suspect him afterwards.

Ron seemed to have discovered the truth and said smugly:

"Don't forget, he used to be a Death Eater. I don't think he'll ever reform."

Ron gave him an expression that said, "If Snape doesn't have my approval, he must be a bad guy."

"Yes, we have to go to the Ministry of Magic ourselves," Harry said in a low voice, reiterating.

"Don't listen to Snape and just wait here! Who knows when he'll get in touch with Dumbledore?"

"What if Professor Snape is right, and it really is a trap?" Anne, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up:

"Harry, did you think about the consequences before you jumped in?"

"I don't know!" Harry shouted. "But I'm going, even if Voldemort is waiting for me there!"

This is Gryffindor, isn't it?!

"That's right, brother," Ron chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. "I support you."

"Don't label Gryffindor as stupid!" Anne said sarcastically, arms crossed.

There is a big difference between being clueless and being brave.

If Gryffindor himself knew what you were thinking, he'd probably be so angry he'd rise from his coffin.

"However..." she muttered. "Professor Dumbledore's education has been truly successful."

Especially in training Harry... recklessly.

Luna squinted at Annie, seemingly lost in thought.

"Since you're so smart, what do you suggest we do?" Ron shouted.

"First and foremost, we should inform Professor Dumbledore, not compete to see who can shout the loudest," Anne admonished.

"A guardian angel that delivers information is more useful than anything else."

Harry looked bewildered and said, "A Patronus can deliver messages?"

"Of course, read more books. Dumbledore invented this convenient way of communication seventy years ago," Anne said calmly.

"But... I don't know how. All I know is that it can fight Dementors..." Harry said, somewhat annoyed.

"Before I went to Professor Snape, I had already sent a Patronus to Merlin Memorial."

Annie rolled her eyes: "If we wait for the two of you, the opportunity will be long gone."

For a moment... neither Harry nor Ron dared to argue with Anne anymore.

She also easily took control of the entire situation.

"Then," Anne said softly, "it's the second question."

Harry, are you determined to go to the Department of Mysteries?

"Yes," Harry hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm going. I trust my gut feeling; Sirius has definitely been captured. It's true."

"If you're wrong, I expect that after this is over, you two will go to Professor Snape and apologize to him in person," Anne said, staring at the two of them.

"I also don't want to hear any more so-called doubts."

She added:

"Of course, if you both die in the Ministry of Magic, then so be it."

Neither Harry nor Ron said a word.

Although Anne's voice was so pleasant and calm, and her face was expressionless, her words carried an undeniable authority.

Anne's green eyes swept around, and she exuded a unique aura.

That aura of hers was like a goddess standing next to them... making the two of them feel ashamed of themselves.

Both of them slightly avoided her gaze and nodded gently.

Anne smiled with satisfaction and continued:

"Now for the second point: how to get to the Ministry of Magic."

"We can fly there," Ginny suggested. "With a flying broom."

"In the darkness, it's impossible to tell which way is which, and I can't find the Ministry of Magic," Luna said absentmindedly.

"We can ride an animal that can find the Ministry of Magic on its own."

Ron said with a hint of sarcasm, "I don't dare talk back to Annie, but that doesn't mean I don't dare get angry at Luna."

"Looks like we'll be riding on the back of some curved snore, or whatever?"

“Curved-horned snores can’t fly,” Luna said seriously, “but Thestrals can, and they are very good at finding what their riders are looking for.”

"Yes, Thestrals will do," Harry said excitedly.

Everyone looked at Anne, waiting for her to make a decision.

“Thestrals are too slow,” Anne objected. “How long would it take a Thestral to fly from here to London at its speed?”

"Apparition is fast... but we can't," Harry said, frustrated.

He hated himself once again for only knowing those pitifully few spells... Why didn't he learn more when he had nothing to do all the time?

"Annie, can you Apparate?" Ron asked, looking at her expectantly.

“Of course I can,” Anne said softly. “Hermione started teaching me last summer.”

Harry looked at Anne with envy. Having a good sister-in-law...it makes all the difference.

"But Apparition is also troublesome. The Ministry of Magic has an anti-Apparition charm, so we have to go in from the outside."

Anne seemed to have planned this all along. She grinned and said, "So, we'll go straight to the Ministry of Magic via the fireplace."

"A fireplace? But I remember that none of the fireplaces at Hogwarts are connected to the Floo Network?" Ginny asked in surprise.

"Most of them... but at least one place connects to the Floo Network." Annie smiled.

"Umbridge's office, where the fireplace leads to the Ministry of Magic."

Marietta's mother, who works at the Floo Network Authority, also never shut down the connection.

Everyone stared at Anne in shock.

In just a short while, the plan was so meticulously crafted.

Everyone seemed to have found their anchor, no longer as lost and confused as before.

I never imagined that Annie was just as outstanding as her brother!

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Ron's confidence was also greatly boosted.

"I'm still waiting for a few people."

Anne looked up at the corridor not far away.

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(End of this chapter)