Harry Potter Fantastic Beasts Illustrated Book

Chapter 180 Where's Your Salute?
On Monday, the sun was just breaking through the clouds.

After David and Harry packed up, they walked downstairs slowly.

After a night of rest, the mental state of Harry and the others had recovered, but their bodies were stressed, and their mouths would moan in pain as long as they moved their arms a little.

Walking to the lounge at a very slow speed, David saw Percy with his head slightly raised and hurried in.

He casually glanced at the book in David's hand, and said, "There is no class today, the professor asked me to call you to the auditorium."

"Don't you have to go to class?"

Ron regained his energy in an instant, as if all the pain in his body had disappeared.

"Yeah." Percy nodded.

"Why? Did something happen again?" David asked.

"You'll know when you go, I'm still in a hurry to inform other people!"

Percy said perfunctorily, staggered away from David expressionlessly, and walked upstairs.

It wasn't that he didn't want to tell David, but that he didn't know. Professor McGonagall asked him to notify the students of the auditorium, but he didn't tell him the reason.

But telling Davy he didn't know, Percy felt a little embarrassed by his majestic prefect.
Going to the auditorium, David found that a large number of students were sitting at the long tables of their respective colleges, divided into groups of large and small according to their degree of intimacy, and chatting with each other.

Hermione arrived early, and she took a few places for them at the front of the long table.

"What is Professor McGonagall asking us to do here?"

David put the book on the table and got down next to Hermione.

"I don't know." Hermione shook her head, looking at the high platform, "The professors will sit on it when they come, and they should wait until everyone is here before speaking."

David looked towards the high platform. Except for Dumbledore, all the professors of Hogwarts were sitting in their respective seats. This kind of scene usually only appeared during the beginning of school and holidays.

"Could it be... a holiday?" David speculated.

"Holiday?" Ron's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth kept rising.

Harry's expression was the opposite of Ron's, because a vacation meant he was going back to that unbearable home again.

"No way." Hermione tilted her head and thought for a while, then said with certainty, "We haven't had an exam yet, so we definitely won't have a holiday!"

David was taken aback when he heard this, but he wasn't too surprised. As early as a few weeks ago, Hermione had already been reviewing the subjects for the exam.

David followed many things that happened at the school and escaped a little.

After all the students arrived, Professor McGonagall got up and coughed, and the auditorium suddenly fell silent.

"Thank you." Professor McGonagall said with a serious face, "I know everyone is still hungry, so I will try to speak as quickly as possible."

"A lot of things happened this semester, from the secret room at the beginning, to the animal riots in the forest behind, we have gone through many trials together, but fortunately, no one was injured or injured, which is very lucky."

Professor McGonagall's eyes were slightly moist: "But we can't guarantee that we will always be so lucky, so."

McGonagall paused for a moment, and the auditorium was quiet, only slight breathing could be heard.

"So I discussed it with the professors yesterday and decided to have a holiday tomorrow. After you have breakfast, you can go back and pack your things. I informed your parents last night that they will pick you up at platform nine and three-quarters." You guys, have a nice holiday."

The people at the long table looked at each other in disbelief, and let out cheers that could blow the castle away.

But there were two people who were not very happy, and that was Harry and Hermione.

Harry was sighing at the extended vacation he didn't know how to get through this long vacation.

Hermione was angry about the canceled exam, and she said angrily, "How could they cancel the exam!"

"Isn't it good to cancel?" Ron laughed and said, "That way my mother won't have an excuse to criticize me!"

Hermione glared at Ron, grabbed the bread that had just appeared on the plate, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed.

After breakfast, David and the others went back to the dormitory to pack up their things, and sat in the corner they had been occupying all along, playing wizard chess.

After winning several rounds against David in a row, Hermione's unhappiness slowly dissipated, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Are you still here?" Hermione raised her eyebrows triumphantly.

"Come!"

David's wand tapped the chessboard, and he said loudly as if to cheer himself up.

But his chess pieces were not very happy. Although David had helped them restore their original shape, they were slow to return to the chessboard.

Because anyway, after a while, it will be crushed by the enemy and then swept down.

In desperation, David could only reach out and place the chess pieces on the grid himself.

Hermione covered her mouth and laughed out loud.

Just as he was about to command the chess pieces to move forward, David caught a glimpse of a paper airplane flying in front of him. He unfolded it and looked at it. It was written to him by Professor McGonagall.

"Hermione, we may not be able to continue until later, Professor McGonagall asked me to go to her office."

Hermione hadn't responded yet, and the chess pieces on the chessboard were the first to celebrate happily.

"Okay, let's go." Hermione said with a smile.

David stared fiercely at the chess pieces, then turned and walked towards Professor McGonagall's office.

After knocking on the door a few times, Professor McGonagall's voice came from inside, and David pushed the door in: "Professor, what do you want me to do?"

"Newt sent me a letter back, saying that he won't be back for a while, so he got rid of a few friends to pick you up.",

Professor McGonagall looked away from the documents on the desktop, put down the quill in his hand, took out a letter from the drawer, and handed it to David.

David opened it, looked at it, nodded, and put the letter in his bag.

"Professor, how is Professor Snape's research going?"

Professor McGonagall frowned and said: "There are a little eyebrows, but it is far from curing them!"

"Is that so?" David murmured, and then asked, "Then we are on vacation early, where is the school manager?"

Professor McGonagall had talked about the trustees before Dumbledore left.

"They sent a letter last night, asking where Dumbledore went and why he wasn't at school."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and rubbed her temples. She has been racking her brains to explain to the students' parents and school managers since last night.

"And Professor Dumbledore?"

Professor McGonagall put down his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, he will be fine. At most, he will spend a little time explaining to those people after he comes back. After all, they also know that there is no one more suitable for the post of principal than Dumbledore. people."

David nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Dumbledore left school because of his grandfather, and he had something to do with it.

"By the way, Professor" David said to Professor Aragog McGonagall.

"Well, when Professor Sprout's mandrake is mature, we'll rescue it."

"Then if there is nothing else, Professor, I will go first."

"Go." Professor McGonagall said, "If you have any troubles after you go back, just write to me, and I can pick you up to school in advance, after all, Newt and the others don't know when they will be back."

"Thank you."

After David bowed slightly to express his gratitude, he returned to the lounge.

After playing a few more games with Hermione, and finally winning one, David nodded in satisfaction, immediately put away the chess pieces, and beckoned everyone to go and see Hagrid.

By the time they stepped out of Hagrid's hut again, only a trace of the sun remained at the end of the forest.

Harry's pockets on both sides were bulging. After hearing that they were going on vacation, Hagrid hurriedly prepared a large number of rock cakes for Harry, lest Harry would be hungry during the vacation.

"How many do you want?" Harry smiled wryly, patting the pancake in his pocket.

"No." Ron said, putting his arm around Harry's shoulders, "Hagrid specially prepared them for you, and you can't give them up."

"But this." Harry took out a cake and tapped it on the back of his hand, making a bang.

"You can use the Expansion Curse, have you forgotten?" David reminded.

"Yeah!" Harry said happily.

"Then you have to deal with them tonight. After you go home, you can't use magic."

As Hermione spoke, she quickened her pace towards the castle. There should be more people in the auditorium later in the evening.

After dinner, Fred and George sneaked into David's dormitory again after helping Harry deal with the rock cakes.

They want David to take them to harvest another wave in the corridor of the secret room, and try to make a little more money to prepare for their vacation research life.

"David." Fred and George watched him eagerly from either side of him.

"Okay, okay." Unable to withstand the soft and hard arguments of the two of them, David could only agree to the request of the two of them, "Ron, are you going?"

Ron thought for a moment and said, "I won't go, I should have enough money to buy the wand."

"Okay." David looked at Harry and Neville.

"We're not going either."

"Come on, Fred, George."

David stretched out both of their names.

Go to the Chamber of Secrets corridor, throw Fred and George in the acromantia pile, and David opens the door, summoning the basilisk into the mouth of the Salazar statue.

After returning to the room where the portrait of Salazar was hung, David called softly, but Salazar immediately turned his back and didn't want to pay much attention to him.

You're so stingy, why don't you just take your little brother away?
David felt disgusted in his heart, and searched back and forth in the room, but found nothing useful, they were all daily necessities.

"Professor Slytherin." David stood in front of the portrait and shouted respectfully.

Salazar moved his head and glanced at David out of the corner of his eye.

"Do you have any secret room here? I'll go in and clean it up for you. Look how dirty it is."

David's wand shook, and the room he had just messed up returned to its original state, and the dust was blown out by a breeze.

Salazar snorted coldly, gave David a slanted look of contempt, continued to turn his back to him, and remained silent.

"Okay." David sighed, and when he walked to the door, he turned his head and said, "Then I'll visit you another day."

Before Salazar could respond, David locked the iron gate.

His eyes moved to the long corridor, where the basilisk stayed quietly, waiting for David's order.

It was the main purpose of David's coming here.

Walking to the side of the basilisk, he put his palm on its icy scales: "Go, you should go back to sleep."

Hearing David's order, the basilisk flicked its tail slightly, and crawled towards the depths of the cave with a meandering body.

As long as it enters a deep sleep, it can enter a state of suspended animation, preventing it from continuing to grow and allowing it to live longer.

I should go back too
Back to the pile of spiders, Fred and George were deep in it, picking with their wands.

The surrounding parts have been cut clean by them, and now they are doing the final inspection.

"What's up?" David asked loudly.

"There's still a little more." Fred pointed to an area in front of him, "We'll leave after checking here."

"Row."

David leaned against the rock wall beside him, using the glow spell to read the letter Newt sent him.

Newt said he would have Jason Brown pick him up and play at the dragon farm for a while before they returned to England.

I don't know where the grandparents are now and what they are doing.
David sighed, but put the letter away.

I don't know if he was afraid of leaking their information, or because he was afraid that David would go to them, but Newt didn't say a word about their current information in the letter.

After Fred and George finished cleaning up, David set a fire and burned all the remaining stumps, otherwise there would be no way to set foot here when he came back next term.

It was two o'clock in the morning when we returned to the dormitory, and David fell asleep on the bed.

Luckily Harry dragged him up the next morning, otherwise he would have missed the train home.

Stretched on the chair, David yawned. Through his squinted eyes, he saw that Harry had been looking out the window, in a very depressed mood.

"Harry, take it easy." David asked curiously.

Harry nodded, trying to grin the corners of his mouth in a grin.

"When my grandpa and the others come back, maybe I can invite you to my house as a guest." David said.

"Really?" Harry asked eagerly, leaning forward at the news that he could leave the Dursleys.

"Of course, I'll write to you when they come back." After David finished speaking, his eyelids twitched and slid down slowly to cover the entire eyeball.

When he woke up again, Hermione was shaking his shoulders slightly, the train had already stopped,

Feeling something strange in his hand, David looked down and found a note stuffed in it,

"It's a phone number," said Harry. "You can call me."

Staring at the numbers on the note, David was suddenly in a daze. After living in the magical world for so long, he almost forgot about these convenient tools.

Maybe at that time, grandpa can also install one at home.

After thinking about it, he put the note in his bag, and David got off the train with them.

"Anyone coming to get you?" Hermione asked.

"Yes." David stood on tiptoe and looked hard. Jason's tall body was particularly obvious in the crowd. "There, my grandpa asked him to pick me up to the dragon farm."

Hermione glanced at it: "Then I will write to the dragon farm, can you receive it?"

"Of course!"

Recalling what happened last year, David smiled shyly.

"That's fine, if you don't write me back, I will!"

Hermione waved her tiny fists, and left with a salute.

"Jason, long time no see, how are you doing recently?" David walked through the crowd, walked to Jason and said.

"Long time no see." The indifferent expression on Jason's face disappeared in an instant, and he put on a bright smile, ready to meet David's salute, but in vain.

He subconsciously asked, "How about your salute?"

　A new storyline begins.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)