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Chapter 93 Enraged, He Wants to Attack the Ministry of Magic
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Salazar, upon hearing Harry's words, praised him, saying, "Not bad, he has some of the characteristics of wizards from my time."
"I need dragon's blood, at least a barrel, which is enough to offset the answer to your question."
Ron asked suspiciously, "What do you need dragon blood for?"
Salazar pointed to his own five colors. "Didn't you notice that my colors faded quite a bit after I finished speaking to you?"
"My remaining magic power is almost exhausted, and I need dragon blood to maintain my condition. Otherwise, it won't be long before I'm just an ordinary copy of a painting."
Harry nodded and said, "That's easy to do. I have an older brother who keeps a fire dragon. I'm sure getting a bucket of it won't be a problem."
"Unfortunately, it's late tonight and I can't handle this right now; I'll have to deal with it tomorrow."
"It's alright. I've been waiting for almost a thousand years. Waiting a day or two more won't make a difference."
Having said that, Salazar did not move again.
After Harry put away the painting, Ron and Hermione, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, slumped onto the edge of the bed, panting heavily.
"Merlin's hair." Ron wiped the sweat from his brow. "I actually saw Salazar Slytherin."
"I almost let my parents and Mr. Gryffindor down."
Hermione said indignantly, "Come on, at least you two chatted for a bit."
"He completely ignored me!"
After grumbling a few times, she looked at Harry again, hesitant.
Are there still some things that Harry and Salazar haven't said?
Just as she was hesitating to ask, she suddenly heard a series of knocking sounds coming from the door.
"Harry! Are you in there?"
"The ward rounds are here!"
Before the words were finished, several white lights flashed in the room, revealing the figures of several house-elves.
The house-elves all jumped when they saw Harry and hurriedly bowed.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Harry Potter, we didn't know you were inside."
Harry waved his hand, "No need for such formalities. You guys just need to follow the rules."
The house-elves, having received the order, obediently bowed their heads. After the search was completed, they restored the bed that had been split in two, then bowed and left.
Enough of the long-winded story. Let's talk about last night's unexpected and large-scale safety hazard investigation, which involved the principal and four deans working together.
Such a grand spectacle terrified the students, turning them pale and fearful, as if the serpent monster had reappeared at the school.
When it was time to leave school and go home, house-elves would guard the platform entrance and search and confiscate people, making everyone feel uneasy.
Even those who originally intended to stay at the school hurriedly changed their minds, packed their bags, and went home to reunite with their families.
In the end, the number of people who remained on campus could be counted on one hand.
The majority of this prize is in Gryffindor. If it weren't for Harry, Ron, and Hermione, these three sworn brothers, who else could it be?
All the students had left the school, and Harry, his two companions packed their bags, prepared some rare items, wrapped themselves in robes, and headed straight for Hagrid's hut amidst the swirling snow.
When they arrived, Hagrid was outside wiping himself and Norbert. He was overjoyed to see Harry and his two companions.
Merry Christmas, little ones!
"How did you get here?"
Harry put down the heavy load of gifts he was carrying on his shoulder, cupped his hands and smiled, "The Christmas season is just around the corner, and I've come to pay my respects to you, brother."
Now as tall as a small mountain, Norbert still remembers the knife around his neck when he was born. Upon seeing Harry, his scales recoiled, and he moved a few steps away, causing the earth to shake.
With Harry beside her, Hermione was no longer afraid. She stepped forward to touch him, but suddenly exclaimed in surprise:
"Oh my god! How did Nobita get a bite through her leg?! Who did this?!"
Upon hearing this, Harry exclaimed, "What a coincidence! I was just about to ask my brother for a bucket of dragon's blood!"
"Hmm... if you need dragon's blood, I have a barrel there that you can use to collect it from the wound." Hagrid pointed to the barrel next to the door. "But you mustn't hurt her again, Harry."
"Wow! You've really changed a lot in just three days! Brother, you're so capable now!"
Hearing Harry's praise, Hagrid grinned. "Of course, Harry, I'm not the same as before."
After saying that, he looked at Hermione angrily and said, "Noberta went to play with Aragog and ended up getting bitten by his children."
"Oh my god, it actually told me that not biting me is its bottom line!"
"Has it forgotten that I raised it? How can it treat its own father like this!"
Ron blinked. "Who is Aragog?"
"Oh, it was an eight-eyed giant spider I kept as a pet when I was at Hogwarts."
After hearing his words, Ron and Hermione were speechless, their eyes wide with astonishment.
If I remember correctly, the eight-eyed giant spider should be a level 5X dangerous magical creature, just like the dragon, right?
He actually kept one when he was young?
And is a dragon really going to find an eight-eyed giant spider to play together?
Ron and Hermione were full of complaints, but seeing Hagrid muttering to himself, they had no choice but to suppress their thoughts for the time being.
After finishing, Hagrid called out, "Hey, have you guys had lunch yet? Why don't you eat here? I still have a barrel of brandy."
Harry smiled and said, "Since my brother invited me, I couldn't refuse."
The three men immediately led him into the house, where Hagrid took a piece of cured pork from the beam and threw it onto the chopping board to cut it into pieces.
"You're a bit late today," Hagrid said with a smile as he brought over a plate of sashimi. "If you had come two hours earlier, I would have had stewed peas."
Harry took a sip of his drink, then slammed it down on the table, cursing, "Brother, please forgive me! I spent half the day keeping watch at that platform, but I couldn't catch that thief who opened the secret room making a mistake!"
Hagrid shuddered upon hearing this.
Ron sighed, "Now we can only look on the bright side; maybe that dark magic item is no longer in the school."
"Then the secret room will definitely never be opened again."
These people talking about the secret chamber, their words seemed like sharp arrows piercing Hagrid's heart, making him uneasy.
Harry, ever observant, noticed his strange behavior and embarrassed expression and wondered, "Why is my brother acting like this? Does he know something about it?"
"Huh? Oh... this..."
Hermione's eyes darted around, and she feigned displeasure, exclaiming, "Hagrid, why are you getting grumpy again!"
Hagrid, provoked by her words, said with annoyance, "Oh! Well, perhaps you know..."
"Fifty years ago—the secret room was opened."
Poems as proof:
Fifty years ago, the secret room was opened, and the murderer was found by digging three feet into the ground.
The Ministry of Magic, a bunch of good-for-nothings, was about to be visited by the eight-eyed giant spider.
Hagrid was arrested indiscriminately, and Azkaban suffered imprisonment.
Dumbledore, with keen insight, demoted him to a guard to save his own life.
After Hagrid had drunk seven or eight glasses of wine and finished recounting the matter, Harry was already furious and drew his sword.
"Damn it! That bunch of incompetent Ministry of Magic! Unable to find the real culprit, they've made my brother a wrongfully executed prisoner!"
Upon hearing this, Hagrid felt tears welling up in his eyes, and all the grievances he had held in his heart were finally released.
He clinked glasses with Harry and exclaimed, "That's right! Harry, you're absolutely right! The Ministry of Magic is a bunch of idiots!"
Harry roared, "If we did as the tavern owner suggested, we'd kill them tonight, seize that throne, and teach those scoundrels a lesson with three hundred of my swords!"
Upon hearing Harry's words, Hagrid felt as if a bucket of snow water had been poured over his head on a sweltering summer day, causing every pore on his body to open wide. The yellowish liquid that had been lingering in his internal organs instantly turned into a cold sweat, seeping out from his bear-like body.
"Uh... Harry, there's really no need for that."
(End of this chapter)