MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 243 Festival

He and Luna rushed out with Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall took his place in the middle of the corridor, raising his wand.

"Shizhuan—oh, for God's sake, Filch, don't—"

The elderly administrator staggered out, shouting, "Students get out of bed! Students run down the hallway!"

"They're supposed to be like this, you rambling idiot!" cried McGonagall, "and do something useful! Go get Peeves!"

"Peeves?" Filch stammered, as if he had never heard of the name.

"Yes, Peeves, you fool, Peeves! Haven't you been complaining about him for over twenty years? Go get him, quick!"

Filch clearly thought that Professor McGonagall had lost his mind, but he shrugged and staggered away, mumbling silently.

"All right, Potter," said McGonagall, "you and Miss Lovegood better go back to your friends and bring them to the Great Hall—I'll wake Glenn Other students of Findo."

and the prefect escorted to the auditorium.

"That was Potter!"

"Harry Potter!"

"It's him, I swear, I saw him just now!"

But Harry didn't look back, all the way to the entrance of the Room of Requirement. Harry leaned against the enchanted wall, which immediately parted to let them in, and he and Luna hurried down the steep stairs.

"How-?"

Seeing the inside of the room, Harry was taken aback and slid down a few stairs. The room was crowded, much more crowded than when he had just been here. Kingsley and Lupin were looking up at him, along with Oliver Wood, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Alia Spinnet, Bill and Fleur, and the Weasleys. Of course, Mad-Eye and Cedric were also looking at him.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Lupin asked Harry at the bottom of the stairs.

"Voldemort is coming, the school is closing down - Snape is running for his life - what are you doing here? How do you know?"

"We messaged the rest of Dumbledore's Army," Fred explained, "and no one wants to miss the fun, Harry. Then D.A. informed the Order of the Phoenix, It's like a snowball that's getting bigger and bigger."

"What first, Harry?" George shouted, "how's it going?"

"They're evacuating the smaller students, and we're all gathering in the Great Hall to wait for arrangements," Harry said. "We're fighting."

The roar was overwhelming, and people rushed towards the foot of the stairs. Harry pressed against the wall and let them run past him, members of the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's Army, as well as members of Harry's former Quidditch team, all drawing their wands and heading towards the main castle building. rush away.

"Come on, Luna." Dean shouted as he passed by. Luna took his hand and followed him up the stairs.

"We have to plug a few loopholes," Mad-Eye told Kingsley as he directed the campaign like a commander in chief. "Cedric goes to Ravenclaw Tower - we two go to the castle gate."

"The Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake are not safe," Kingsley quickly followed. "We're not sure where the centaurs and mermen stand."

The crowd dwindled, and only a small circle remained in the Room of Requirement below, and Harry walked over. Mrs Weasley was arguing with Ginny, surrounded by Lupin, Fred, George, Gwen, Bill, and Fleur.

"You're not old enough!" Mrs. Weasley was shouting at her daughter as Harry approached, "I won't allow it! Boys can, but you must go home!"

"I don't!"

Ginny shook her hair and wrenched her arm from her mother's hand.

"I'm from Dumbledore's Army—"

"—that's a teenage gang!"

"A gang of teenagers ready to compete with the mysterious man, this is something no one else dares to do!" Fred said.

"She's only sixteen!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley. "She's too young! What did you two think. To bring her—"

Fred and George looked a little ashamed.

"Mum's right, Ginny," Bill said softly, "you can't do that. Underage people have to go, that's right."

"I'm not going home!" Ginny shouted, tears of anger flashing in her eyes, "Our whole family is here, I can't wait there alone, knowing nothing—"

Her eyes met Harry for the first time. She looked at Harry pleadingly, but Harry shook his head and she turned her head back angrily.

"Okay," she said, looking at the entrance of the passage leading to the Hog's Head, "I'll say goodbye now, later—"

Suddenly I heard a rustling sound, then a thud, and another person climbed out of the passage, swayed a few times, and fell. Then he got up and sat in a nearby chair, looked around through his slanted horn-rimmed glasses, and said, "Am I late? Has it begun? As soon as I found out, just—"

Percy stammered. He obviously did not expect to meet so many relatives. After a long period of astonishment, Fleur finally ran to Lupin's side and said in an obvious attempt to break the deadlock, "By the way—how is little Teddy?"

Lupin winked at her in surprise. The silence of the Weasleys was freezing like ice.

"I—oh, yes—he's fine!" Lupin exclaimed, "yes, Tonks was with him—at her mother's house."

Percy and the rest of the Weasleys were still there, staring at each other.

"Look, I've brought a picture!" Lupin shouted, pulling a picture out of his jacket to show Fleur and Harry, of a baby with a tuft of turquoise hair. , is waving a fat little fist at the camera.

"I'm a fool!" Percy yelled, so loudly that Lupin almost dropped the picture, "I'm an idiot, I'm a vain fool, I'm a— Is-"

"An ambitious **** who only loves the Ministry of Magic, disengages from his family," Fred said.

Percy swallowed.

"Yes, I am!"

"Okay, it can't be more clear than this." Fred said, extending his hand to Percy.

Mrs. Weasley burst into tears, she ran forward, pushed Fred aside, and pulled Percy into her arms and hugged her tightly. Percy patted his mother on the back and looked at his father.

"Sorry, Dad," Percy said.

Mr. Weasley blinked quickly, then rushed over and hugged his son.

"How did you figure it out, Percy?" George asked.

"It's been a while," said Percy, wiping the corner of his traveling cloak behind his glasses, "but I have to find a way to escape, and it's not easy in the Ministry, They've been taking the rebels to jail. Then I finally got in touch with Aberforth, and he told me ten minutes ago that Hogwarts was going to resist, so here I am."

"Yeah, we do hope that the prefect can lead by example at a critical time like this." George said, imitating Percy's perfect prudence, "Let's hurry upstairs. Fight, or all decent Death Eaters will be caught."

"So, I can call you sister-in-law now?" Percy said, shaking hands with Fleur, and the two rushed towards the stairs with Bill, Fred and George. "And you, Gwen. Welcome to the Weasleys."

"To be honest, I'm always worried that you'll deduct points from me." Gwen smiled and moved quietly, trying to help her good friend hide from Mrs. Weasley's sight.

"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

Ginny also tried to sneak upstairs while the family reconciled.

"Molly, look how it goes," Lupin said, "Might as well keep Ginny here, so she can at least be there and know what's going on, but not at the center of the battle. ,How about it?"

"I-"

"That's a good idea," Mr. Weasley said firmly. "Ginny, you'll stay in this room, you hear me?"

Ginny didn't seem to like the idea, but under her father's unusually stern gaze, she had to nod. The Weasleys and Lupin also rushed towards the stairs.

"You can help the students evacuate." Gwen said to Ginny before leaving, "This is the only way to get them out of Hogwarts."

"Where's Ron?" Harry asked now, "Where's Hermione?"

"Must be in the Great Hall." Mr. Weasley turned his head and shouted.

"I didn't see them on the way," Harry said.

"They seem to say they're going to the bathroom," Ginny said, "just after you left."

"The bathroom?"

Harry strode across the room, walked to an open door on the edge of the Requirement Room, and inspected the bathroom there. Nobody inside.

"Are you sure they mean toilet-?"

Just then, his scars burned suddenly, the Room of Requirement disappeared, and his eyes flicked over the tall cast-iron gates - flanked by stone pillars with winged boars on both sides, swept across the pitch black the playground, looking out at the brightly lit castle. Nagini slumped lazily over his shoulder. His heart was filled with the ruthlessness and determination before the massacre.

Cloaks, some in dressing gowns. not here and there