Chapter 243
Chapter 243
Chapter 243
Night fell over the Forbidden Forest. The stars were dim and the lights in the castle gradually became sparse. In the long corridor, only Filch was patrolling slowly with an oil lamp.
Beside him was Mrs. Norris, who walked with an elegant step.
Filch seemed to see a shadow flash in the corner of his eye. He looked up and saw a small bird flying above the castle.
It was a peregrine falcon.
Mrs. Norris also jumped onto the windowsill and looked up, her tail wagging gently.
The caretaker watched for a moment, lowered his head with disinterest, and said to his pet, "Listen carefully, Mrs. Norris. On a night like this, there will definitely be a few little ones sneaking out!"
"Meow~"
Mrs. Norris shouted to the sky.
"It's no use, you can't catch that kind of bird, let's get to work," said Filch.
Mrs. Norris had no choice but to jump down from the windowsill and look back at the sky before she could catch up with her master.
The Peregrine Falcon is, of course, Vader.
Once you get used to your arms turning into wings, the feeling of flying freely is better than riding a broom.
Moreover, birds have only a very small brain. Even if they still remember who they are, their thoughts naturally become simpler after the transformation, and they can only think about one thing at a time.
So when flying, just think about flying, and when hunting, just concentrate on hunting, and the joy after the harvest will be more pure and natural.
When he returned to his original appearance, he felt as if his thoughts had been cleansed, and all those tedious and complicated things became lighter.
Suddenly, he heard a sound of air vibration, a peregrine falcon flashed away, and an owl suddenly flew past him, making a low and powerful sound when its broad wings flapped.
The peregrine falcon swung an arc lightly, folded its wings suddenly, and swooped down towards the owl.
It folded its wings and its entire body was like a fighter jet, and in a very short period of time its speed became so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye!
In just a moment, the owl felt severe pain and screamed, thinking that its neck was cut!
A peregrine falcon flew by quickly, and a few plucked feathers slowly fell to the ground.
When he flew past a window, he suddenly stopped and tilted his head to look inside.
Professor Abigail, in her pajamas, was sitting at the table, disassembling the black gun into parts, wiping and maintaining them, and then slowly reassembling them.
Feeling someone's eyes on her, she turned around and saw the peregrine falcon outside the window. She smiled, grabbed a handful of dried meat from the table and placed it on the windowsill.
"Eat it," she said gently.
The peregrine falcon lowered its head, picked one up, spread its wings and flew away.
The painful owl circled in panic for a while, and found that its head was still on its neck. Anger and hatred rose again. It returned to the owl tower and called a dozen companions, and flew towards the peregrine falcon aggressively.
A large flock of birds circled in the sky above Hogwarts, making shrill cries from time to time, making the quiet night in the castle lively.
Some students living in the tower were woken up by the noise. They lay on the edge of their beds and saw the owls hooting outside. They were surprised and said to themselves: "Have they discovered a large nest of mice? They are hooting like this."
Dumbledore was writing a letter. When he heard the cry, he put down his quill, turned his head and met the eyes of the peregrine falcon outside the window.
The principal thought for a moment, stood up, opened the window, and asked, "Do you want to come in and hide for a while?"
The peregrine falcon, like most birds when frightened, suddenly spread its wings and flew away. The owls immediately discovered the enemy's tracks and surrounded it from all directions. The peregrine falcon nimbly and lightly shuttled among them, avoiding every attack with unparalleled speed and agility, and soon broke out of the encirclement and disappeared.
Seeing this, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile with pleasure.
“Young people are so energetic…”
The principal, like most elderly people, muttered something and sighed, then sat back down at the desk.
He looked at the letter he had written again and suddenly felt it was boring.
Fudge sent a letter yesterday, mainly questioning the recent high-intensity military training organized by Hogwarts, and questioning the intentions of the school's teachers and students, especially Dumbledore.
Dumbledore originally wrote a long letter, explaining that this was a game activity organized spontaneously by the students. The children were able to exercise their willpower and magical abilities well through this activity, and would surely become more outstanding wizards after graduation.
As elders, they should encourage rather than stop rudely, and Hogwarts is well prepared to ensure that students will not be seriously hurt.
Finally, the necessity of this kind of training was emphasized. In recent years, the scores of OWLs and NEWLs have been declining. The hotbed of peace has made students no longer diligent in training. Many people cannot even use the Armor Spell after graduation. This kind of training can well encourage children to learn, etc.
But at this moment, after seeing the peregrine falcon easily escape from the pursuit of a group of owls, that free and proud posture was imprinted in the old man's eyes.
Dumbledore sat at the table for a few minutes, and the previous piece of letter suddenly flew into the air and ignited directly, burning into a pile of ashes.
He started writing again -
Thank you Minister for your concern for Hogwarts.
Although this is an internal matter of the school, we welcome some guidance from the elite of the Ministry of Magic.
We will also organize a challenge next month, and we sincerely invite you and outstanding Aurors to participate.
The dark green ink left only a few lines of text on the paper, followed by the signature. After the letter was folded, it was sealed with wax.
——Although there are convenient communication methods such as the Friend Book nowadays, some old-fashioned and sophisticated wizards still prefer to use traditional letters when they are not in a hurry.
For example, Fudge is very resistant to the emergence of new things, because it makes him feel at a loss. He stays in his comfort zone and is unwilling to come out, and hopes that the world will always remain the way he is most accustomed to.
Dumbledore was glad that he did not become pedantic and slow.
He mailed the letter.
The vengeful owls watched in the sky for most of the night, but never saw their enemies come out. It was not until dawn that they returned to the owl tower in disappointment.
At this time, Wade, who had a rare late sleep, had just woken up from his sleep.
He stretched and couldn't help but smile when he saw the sleepy Miss Ava staggering back from outside.
"Why are you so tired?" Wade caught his owl, touched its cold back, and asked, "Have you been flying all night?"
"Cuckoo-"
Miss Ava let out a low hum of grievance, pecked Wade's palm gently with her beak, then impatiently landed on the shelf and quickly ate the owl food.
It seemed that not only did it not sleep all night, it didn't even have the time to catch a mouse for itself.
Vader lovingly gave it a handful of food, including a piece of dried meat. Ava filled her stomach while grumbling and complaining about the peregrine falcon last night.
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(End of this chapter)