Harry Potter and the False Prophet
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The Christmas holiday was as dull as ever, at least for Bangs. Of the four in the dormitory, Harry was the happiest to have been set free, because Sirius Black had been proven to have been framed. The dementors reluctantly left the school and returned to Azkaban. In Harry's words,"what could be more exciting than these things?”

"Harry, I'm warning you again, put that smug smile away.”said Ron.

"I'm sorry, Ron, but I can't help it, it's so exciting to think I'm finally free of the Dursleys.”said Harry.

"Hermione, let us copy your homework.”Bangs said, looking at the mountain of homework.

"I'm not lending it to you. Who told you not to write it yourself? What did you do during the ten-day holiday?”said Hermione.

"Yeah, Hermione, do you want us not to hand in our homework tomorrow?”said Ron.

"No, you guys can work hard to complete it.”said Hermione flatly.

"You have to know that we are not as smart as you.”said Ron.

"Hurry up and edit what you've finished writing.”said Hermione mildly.

"You're adorable, Hermione," Bangs said as he leaned against the back of his chair.

"Yes, yes." echoed Harry and Ron.

The next day, classes began. The last thing anyone wanted to do on a cold January morning was spend two hours on the field. Fortunately, Hagrid had made a big fire full of salamanders for everyone's amusement, and the students had an unusually good lesson of collecting dead branches and leaves to keep the fire going, with fire-loving salamanders jumping up and down on the white-hot, splintered wood.

Seamus Finnigan, sitting next to Bunce, was talking to Dean Thomas at lunchtime with the Daily Prophet.

"Dean, have you read the papers?" asked Seamus.

"No, why, Seamus?" said Dean.

"Sirius Black was innocent.”said Seamus, looking at the front page.

"Listen, this joke is not funny. He killed an entire street of people and is considered innocent?”Dean said seriously.

"Look at the front page of this issue." said Seamus, pointing at the newspaper.

"Why was Black framed, was it You-Know-Who's plot, or-" Dean read.

"Hey, Bunce, you read the papers?”said Seamus.

"No, but I overheard your conversation. So Pettigrew has been sent to Azkaban?”Bangs said as he ate the ribs.

"Yeah, well, he's the real traitor, the papers say the Wizengamot has sentenced Pettigrew to life.”said Seamus.

"There are many unexpected things." Bance said.

"For example?" asked Dean.

"For example, why are you sitting at the dining table and not eating?”Bangs said as he wiped his mouth.

"Oh, damn it, I actually forgot to eat.”said Dean.

Bunce was now walking alone across from the Tapestry of Barnabas the Silly Troll, which was heading up to the seventh floor, Ron and Harry were soaring across the grounds on Firebolts, and Hermione was in the common room, buried in a mountain of homework.

Bunce stopped in front of the dancing troll, closed his eyes, and began to pace up and down.

I need a place to hide, I need a place to hide, I need a place to hide

He walked back and forth in front of the empty wall three times. When he opened his eyes, he saw the door of the Room of Requirement. Bangs quickly walked over, pushed the door open, and closed it.

He was a little surprised. Although he knew that there were a lot of junk inside, the scene in front of him still made him marvel. He was standing in a room the size of a cathedral, the high windows illuminating what looked like a city of high walls, which Bunce saw to be made up of objects that had been kept by generations of Hogwarts people. The streets were lined with crumbling piles of broken furniture that had probably been stuffed in here to hide evidence of misenchantment, or hidden by the house-elves who kept the castle in check. There were tens of thousands of books here, no doubt dirty, scribbled, or stolen. There were winged slingshots and wolf-fang flying saucers, some of which were still spiraling weakly above the mountain of forbidden items. Some of the broken bottles contained congealed potions; There were also hats, jewelry, cloaks, and things that looked like fire dragon eggshells. A few gagged bottles were still glinting with evil light; There were also a few rusty swords and a bloodstained axe.

Bangs walked slowly through the items, looking for them with interest. He walked through many alleys and turned countless corners before finally stopping in front of a large cabinet with blisters on its surface, as if it had been splashed with acid. He looked around and soon saw a rusty crown scattered in the corner. Bunce snatched up the diadem and pocketed it, glanced back at the heaps of Hogwarts treasure, then left the Room of Requirement and slammed the door behind him. It immediately became a stone wall again.

Once again, he stood in front of Dumbledore's office and knocked on the door.”

"Hello, Professor." Bangs said as he closed the door.

"Please sit." said Dumbledore, looking at the papers.

"I found another one, Professor.”Bance said as he took out the crown.

"Oh, another one." Dumbledore said with interest.

"Found it in the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor opposite Barnabas the Troll Beaten Stupid, which Voldemort apparently thought was safe.”Bance said.

"This must be Ravenclaw's diadem that's been missing for years, what a shame.”said Dumbledore, taking the diadem and examining it carefully.

"It's indeed a pity." Bance said.

Dumbledore drew Gryffindor's sword from behind the portrait and slashed at the diadem.

Something black and sticky like blood seemed to be seeping out of the crown. Suddenly, the crown shook violently on the table and broke into pieces. As it split open, Bunce heard the faintest, most distant scream of pain.

"How many more, Bunce?" said Dumbledore, clearing the table with his wand.

"There is nothing more attractive to Voldemort than seven.”Bangs sat on the chair and said with a smile. The portraits on the wall screamed.

"Seven. That means there are five more. No, there should be four.”said Dumbledore, pacing up and down.

"It's heartening how you weaken Voldemort even more every time you come.”Dumbledore praised.

"Thank you for your compliment, Professor. It's nothing.”Bance said.

"Is there anything else you want to say to me, Bunce? Anything?" said Dumbledore, sitting down again.

"Not at the moment, Professor," Bangs said as he was about to leave.

"Well, I look forward to your visit, Bunce.”said Dumbledore, fixing his piercing blue eyes on Bunce.

"I look forward to seeing you again, Professor.”Bangs said as he walked out of the office.

"Where have you been, Bunce?" asked Harry. Bangs had just returned to the common room.

"Yeah, I haven't seen you all afternoon, Professor Sprout said you weren't in Herbalism, and I heard Professor McGonagall wasn't happy.”said Ron.

"Well, I've been invited to tea by Professor Dumbledore.”Bance said.

"Wow, is that tea fragrant? Is it good?”said Ron.

"Not bad, much better than Hagrid's.”Bance said.

"How could you skip class, even if-even if it's just for tea?”said Hermione carefully.

"Judging by your tone and expression, you think I'm lying, Hermione?”Bance said.

Hermione blushed sheepishly.

"She's always like that, taking people's words as lies, does Bunce look like the kind of person who would lie?”said Ron. Hermione ignored them and buried herself in her homework.

"Yes, yes." said Harry, nodding.

"How does the Firebolt ride?" asked Bangs.

"Great. Wood is so excited about it.”said Harry, smiling.

"That's normal, it's a Firebolt after all.”Bance said.

"Yeah, a Firebolt, an international Firebolt," Ron muttered.

"I'm going to sleep. Are you guys coming?”Bance said.

"But we haven't had dinner yet!" said Ron.

" Don't eat too much, Ron. Look at you," Bangs said with a smile.

"Hurry up what?" said Ron, standing up and looking at himself.

"It's nothing, brother. I guess he's saying that you eat a lot.”said Harry, laughing.

"Is it wrong to eat?" Ron muttered angrily.

"It's not wrong to eat, it's wrong to eat too much, almost as much as Goyle and Crabbe.”Bangs turned around and said.

Bunce and the others were safe and sound for the next few weeks. Except for the fact that Ron was in the hospital because of his so-called diet, everything was quiet. Neville, who was still the center of attention in Snape's lessons, had burned the cauldron for the twenty-third time. The whole school was looking forward to Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw tomorrow, so they went to bed early for the Quidditch match.

The next morning, Bunce and the rest of the dormitory went down to breakfast, all of them eager to see Harry's Firebolt. Bunce noticed that the Slytherin team looked as though they had been struck by lightning.

"Did you see his face?" said Ron happily, looking back at Malfoy. "He couldn't believe it! This is great!"

"Put it here, Harry," said Wood, placing the broom in the middle of the table and carefully pointing its plate outward. Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were soon gathered around to watch.

"Can I really hold the Firebolt, please?”asked Percy's girlfriend, Penelope.

"Now, now, Penelope, don't spoil it!”said Percy happily as she examined the Firebolt.

"Penelope and I made a bet, and we'll see how it goes. Ten Galleons!”said Percy.

"Thank you." said Penelope, going back to her desk.

"Harry-you'd better win," said Percy nervously."I don't have ten Galleons. Ah, I'm coming, Penelope!" He hurriedly ran over to drink with her.

"Surely you can handle this broom, Potter?”said a cold, drawling voice.

Draco Malfoy came over to get a closer look, Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.

"Yeah, probably." said Harry casually.

"There are many features.”said Malfoy, his eyes glinting maliciously. "Too bad he didn't bring a parachute-in case you got too close to the dementors.”

Crabbe and Goyle snickered.

"Too bad you can't have another shoulder, Malfoy, or he'd have caught the Snitch for you.”said Harry.

The Gryffindors roared with laughter. Malfoy's pale eyes narrowed and he walked slowly away.

The match went well, and Gryffindor won easily because of Harry's presence.

'Although the future will change, some things will never change.'Bons thought.

Soon, the semester ended. During this period, the most discussed topic among the students was still Blake. They were all speculating about the bizarre framing. Dumbledore, though not very pleased, said nothing about the fact that Snape had accidentally leaked the fact that Lupin was a werewolf. On the last day of the semester, the exam results were announced. It was a miracle that Bangs and the others had passed every subject. Bunce suspected that Dumbledore had intervened, for the simple reason that Bunce and Harry had turned in blank papers in Divination.

Percy had passed the highest N.E.W.TS; Fred and George each managed to scrape together a handful of O. W.L. s certificates.

Meanwhile, Gryffindor House had won the House title for three years in a row, largely because of their outstanding performance at Quidditch. It meant that the end-of-term feast was going to be decorated in scarlet and gold again, and that the Gryffindor tables were particularly lively, because everyone was celebrating.

As the Hogwarts Express left the train battle the next day, Hermione gave Harry and Ron some shocking news.

"I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before breakfast. I've decided not to take Muggle Studies.”said Hermione.

"But your exam score is 300%!”said Ron.

"I know," sighed Hermione,"but I can't stand another year like this. That timer is driving me crazy. I've got it in the corner now, and I'll have a regular schedule again after I skip Muggle Studies and Divination.”

"I still can't believe you didn't tell us about the timer.”Ron grumbled."Aren't we friends?”

"I promised not to tell anyone.”said Hermione seriously, looking back at Bunce.

"Oh, cheer up, Harry!" Bance said.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little upset that Dumbledore's against me going to Sirius's.”said Harry quickly.

"He's doing this for your own good." Bance said.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it," said Ron."Harry, you must come and live with us. Bance has decided to go to my house. I'll talk to my parents and then I'll send you a message. Now, I know how to finish my sentence…"

"It's a phone, Ron," said Hermione."You should've chosen Muggle Studies next year, anyway."

Ron ignored her.

"There's the Quidditch World Cup this summer! How about it, Harry? Come and stay at my house. We'll go watch the game together! Dad could always get tickets from the office.”said Ron.

"Yeah, I bet the Dursleys would be happy to let me go, especially after what I did to Aunt Marge."

Then they played a few games in the carriage, and when the witch with the tea cart arrived, Bunce was a little disappointed that there was no chocolate for lunch.

Late afternoon.

"Look, y'all," said Hermione."What's that out the window?”

Bangs turned around and looked outside. There was a small gray thing bouncing and flickering above the window. He looked closer. It was a small owl carrying a letter that was too big for it. The owl was so small that it kept somersaulting in the air, bouncing here and there in the air behind the train. Harry pulled down the window quickly and reached out to catch the owl. The owl dropped the letter on Harry's seat and then began to rise excitedly up the carriage, clearly pleased with the task it had accomplished. Harry's Hedwig moved her mouth solemnly in displeasure. Mountain Crewe sat up in his seat and followed the owl with his large yellow eyes. Ron seemed to notice this, and seized the little owl to keep it safe.

"It's from Sirius!"

"What?" said Ron and Hermione excitedly.”

Dear Harry,

I hope this reaches you before you reach your aunt and uncle's. I don't know if they're used to owls.

I'm doing well at the moment. Thank your friend Bunce for me, will you? Thanks to him, I was able to rid myself of my infamy. If you're not doing well at your aunt and uncle's house, please send me a letter. I'll do my duty as a godfather.

There's one thing I haven't told you, and that's that I'm the one who sent the Firebolt.

Crookshanks went to the post office to order this owl for me. I used your name, but told them to go to my own vault at Gringotts. Think of it as a present from your godfather for your thirteenth birthday.

I think I gave you a shock last year on the night you left your uncle's house, and I apologize for that. I just wanted to see you before I left for the North, but I think you were quite frightened to see me.

Love, Sirius

"Wait a minute, there's a postscript."

I think your friend Ron might want to keep this owl, he's lost the rat because of me.

Ron's eyes went wide.

"Raise it?" he said uncertainly, and he looked at the owl carefully, for a moment, then, in a very surprising move, he showed it to Crookshanks to sniff.

"What do you think?" Ron asked the cat.”

Crookshanks purred with satisfaction.

"It's good enough for me," said Ron happily."It's mine."”

"Thank you, Bunce," said Harry, remembering something.

"It's nothing. Don't take it to heart." Bance said.

When they returned to King's Cross Station.

"I'll make a call about the World Cup.”yelled Ron. By this time Harry had bid Mr. and Mrs. Weasley farewell and was walking toward his aunt and uncle.

"I'm sorry to disturb you again.”Bance said.

"It's nothing, dear, really.”said Mrs. Weasley enthusiastically.

"I'm very happy that you're coming to stay with us. There's the World Cup this summer.”said Mr. Weasley, gesticulating.

"Arthur, be careful. We're still on the street.”said Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Molly, I'm a little excited.”said Mr. Weasley, blushing slightly as many Muggles at the station looked at him.

"Let's go. Daddy is always like this." said Fred.

"Yes, this is actually very normal." said George.

"That's why I said your father is very humorous.”Bance said.

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