After binding the comprehension system, I crossed into Hogwarts

“Wizard Times: The long-lost treasure of the founder of Hogwarts reappears at the Ministry of Magic’s Christmas Eve auction!”

Hermione held a thick stack of newspapers in her hand, and together with Harry and Ron, their heads were folded, and they turned over one by one.

"There's more here! "Hogwarts Weekly": Hufflepuff House regained the Founder's Cup, and the Burst family generously donated the treasure." Ron shook his head, his tone full of envy, "It's great to have money."

Harry picked out the "Daily Prophet" and saw it clearly written: Ministry of Magic auction to make money, Flamel's "treasure" traps.

"Is it such an exaggeration?" Hermione took the newspaper out of Harry's hand and flipped through it carefully, her brown eyes filled with disbelief. "This article said that the Ministry of Magic has been reduced to a millionaire because of various measures taken by Minister Bones. We have lost the support of the pure-blood families, so we have to resort to this dishonorable method...to defraud money, and all of this is secretly under the instruction of Principal Dumbledore."

"Nonsense!" Harry slapped the table and stood up. "This is slander. The principal is not such a person. The Daily Prophet is alarmist. It must be those pure-blooded Slytherins who paid them to write nonsense!"

"Harry, I understand your feelings, but please calm down." Hermione shook her head, "The statement above is indeed radical and biased, but we should learn more about it. After all, the Daily Prophet has the largest circulation in the wizarding world. The press, you can’t deny it outright.”

Harry bit his lip, resisting.

"Stop arguing, there are others." Ron flipped through the pages, "The Quibbler, The Owl Post, Witch Weekly...and this, uh, "Give Me Some Veritaserum" ?”

"I have brought all the newspapers and periodicals that I can find, whether they are authoritative or mainstream." Hermione spread her hands, "The rest we need to search and judge by ourselves."

"Is it necessary to go to so much trouble? I heard that several Hufflepuffs were there that day. We can just ask Zhu directly." Ron flipped through "Witch Weekly" casually, "This is my mother's favorite book. Yes, Hermione, you can also read it. Because every issue has a large space dedicated to bragging about your male god, Professor Lockhart, hahahahahaha..."

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "No, don't disturb Zhu!"

Harry said at about the same time: "No, this will cause trouble to her. I can't trouble her anymore."

Ron touched his nose and turned over the things in his hands: "If you don't ask, don't ask, but I think if she knew about you, she would definitely not dislike you. Look, it says, 'He The students of Chipachi are friendly and enthusiastic. Not only are they good-looking, but they are also united and have a strong sense of school identity. 'Eh...huh? Look, there are photos here, this is bamboo, right?'

Harry poked his head around in confusion, while Hermione simply pulled the page away from Ron's hand and quickly found the picture.

On the screen was a snapshot taken from the back row of the guest seats.The lights from the top of the lobby are cast down, giving them a soft white edge. The three people have their backs to the camera. The two black-haired teenagers on the right side of the picture are whispering together, and the blond girl on the far left nods her head. A little bit, looking drowsy.

There is also a line of text at the bottom of this dynamic picture: Delphine Bursted (first from left) and her Hufflepuff classmates.

"The one in the middle must be Senior Sister Zhu!" Hermione was also a little excited, "What is she talking about to Digory?"

"How are you sure this is Senior Cedric?" Harry asked subconsciously.

"Tall black-haired man, who else can you say besides him? It must be the pretty boy, hahaha!" Ron laughed, "And who else around Zhu would be muttering like this with her as if no one else is around!"

"What a pretty boy." Hermione frowned dissatisfied, "I found that you are really mean to good-looking boys! Did Senior Diggory offend you?"

"Uh-huh." Ron pouted, "It was Fred and the others who shouted that first. Besides, we will have to compete with them in a few weeks, and he and Harry are competitors!"

"Come on, you're saying that except for the Gryffindor players, everyone else is your enemy? You're just jealous and won't admit it!" Hermione raised her voice, "Smart and handsome men are easily fooled. Boys like you are attacking. In the past, everyone always said that women are jealous, but I think you are the ones who don’t give in too much!"

"Hey, stop arguing. Let's continue reading and reading the reports. Don't miss every word." Harry said weakly: "See if there is any mention of the auction site and the whereabouts of monsters. That day was so... Multiple people, if it was there there would have been one or two reporters who would have seen it and documented it.”

Ron shook off the thing in his hand with a "snap" and was very unconvinced: "Harry, you see she is talking unnecessary words again! She is so neurotic! I'll go find Seamus and Dean to help you find it. , I will never stay here!"

"You'd better actually do something serious!" Hermione snorted, sat down angrily, picked up a copy of "The Quibbler" and flipped through it viciously.

Harry looked at Ron with a headache as he left angrily. He stretched out his hand in vain, then reluctantly took it back, half-covering his eyes and sighing.

Hermione's brown curly hair was so angry that it exploded with anger, but she quickly got into her "work", found the page of "The Quibbler" introducing the auction, and read it carefully.

How lucky he was that after he was noticed by his friends and had no choice but to reveal the secret of "hearing the sound of monsters" that had troubled him for most of the semester, he received a response from two of his closest friends who "resolved their feud."

After that Christmas Eve, he curiously asked Dobby what happened at Malfoy Manor.Although he hated it there because of Draco, the godfather had recently been very concerned about various matters in the Ministry of Magic, and he also attached great importance to this auction, so much so that even on Christmas, he just asked this elf to come and take care of him.

Of course, Dobby's change was regarded by Harry as Sirius's secret help, and Sun Zhu specifically told him not to tell anything, lest Harry know that she was Dobby's real "master" now.

After Dobby returned from the auction, he followed Sun Zhu's instructions and returned to Harry.Because of the change in Harry's attitude towards it, it became more humble and flattering - although Harry's closeness to it came from helplessness and gradual habit.To cheer Harry up a bit, it accidentally revealed something.

"Dobby's previous master, yes, Dobby means Mr. Malfoy, he was in a bad mood all night. He didn't buy what he wanted, and he was frightened by a big monster."

"Big monster, what monster?" Harry asked casually.

"It seems, it seems to be a snake, Mr. Potter." Dobby said respectfully. It was not sure whether it should mention this to Harry, but after seeing Harry's shining emerald eyes, it forgot everything. .

"Yes, sir, Mr. Malfoy was frightened by the big snake that appeared at the auction. Lord..." Dobby suddenly covered his mouth. It was so excited that it almost spilled the beans to Sun Zhu.

But Harry didn't notice the actions behind it at all, but was immersed in thinking and inexplicable excitement.Until the day he met his friends again after the Christmas vacation, he said:

"Now I must be honest with you. There is something that has made me panic for half a semester. I can't solve it myself, but I don't want to trouble my godfather. So, Ron and Hermione, I need your help!"