The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 83 Dumbledore: The Ministry of Magic

Hogwarts, a fright night.

At dawn, the order of the campus finally returned to a certain normal.

Snape didn't say what he saw, even he was deeply shocked when he saw the news inside the Death Eater's mind.

In the memory of the hitter named Turner, he saw Peter Pettigrew, who was supposed to die.

Those Death Eater groups, re-established, did not win over Snape.

In their eyes, Snape was a traitor, Dumbledore's lackey, and someone like him was untrustworthy.

Even the brainless Bella thought so.

Not to mention the rest of the Death Eaters.

Snape didn't say a word about it.

Because he knew that these Death Eaters were right, he was a traitor.

What he cared about was that Peter Pettigrew was not dead.

Does this mean that one of the reasons why the Ministry of Magic arrested Sirius Black was not valid?

Snape felt very uncomfortable, and what made him even more strange was that Peter Pettigrew, a coward, not only didn't die, but had the guts to do such a thing at Hogwarts.

It's not his character.

If Sirius or James Potter were Death Eaters, it wouldn't be unusual for them to do this at Hogwarts.

But Peter Pettigrew?
He shouldn't have the guts.

Unless, unless the Dark Lord is really resurrected.

Snape was startled at the thought of this possibility.

Yes, yes, this is the most likely scenario.Snape stood in the hunting grounds, the cold wind blowing at him, his brain racing.

He remembered very clearly that the Dark Lord had a way of punishing his subordinates. When his Death Eaters did stupid things, the Dark Lord asked them to do some impossible tasks. This task itself was punishment.

If the Death Eater can complete the task, his punishment will be cancelled and he will be rewarded by the Dark Lord.

If it can't be done, his status as a Death Eater will be completely marginalized.

This impossible task is like setting off fireworks at Hogwarts.

Thinking of this, Snape felt that his mind was a little confused, he narrowed his eyes, and was speechless for a long time.

It's not something he can handle anymore.

He needed to find Dumbledore.

……

The village of Badley Barberton, Devon.

Dumbledore Apparated here, looking at the buildings with interest, there were Muggle buildings, there was a wizard's residence, the wizard's residence was enchanted to ensure that those who should not see it, Turn a blind eye to it.

It's just that now this building has too many spells that shouldn't be attached to it. It seems that it is not only trying to make Muggles invisible, but more like guarding against someone.

Dumbledore knocked on the door politely, a face appeared on the door, and he saw Dumbledore, but he didn't mean to open the door.

He asked a very tricky question.

"Albus Dumbledore? What's your favorite jam?"

The face asked solemnly.

Albus Dumbledore looked at that face like a fool.

"Raspberry jam, Professor Horns, with all due respect, if someone pretends to be me, do you think this simple question will suffocate them?
I felt like a Death Eater who pretended to be me would know more about myself than I did. "

Dumbledore knew what Hornes was afraid of.

He was afraid that someone would turn into a mature man and attack him.

The door opened.

Dumbledore was greeted by a bald, oily, white-bearded man in purple pajamas.

"Don't underestimate this preliminary measure. Knowing something is better than opening the door without knowing anything."

he grumbled, and hugged Dumbledore.

"Oh, you're fat."

Dumbledore said.

Horns ignored Dumbledore, took another glass, filled it with mead, and handed it to Dumbledore.

"Enough, Horns, you know I don't drink this stuff."

Dumbledore said, "This stuff tastes like vinaigrette, and it tastes like diabetic urine, I remember what I told you."

Horns giggled.

He was satisfied with what Dumbledore had said.

"Well, I'm sure you are Dumbledore," said the bald old professor, "but before you speak to me, I need to reiterate my position.

I, Horns Slughorn, will never be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.

Okay, after I reiterated my position, now, Dumbledore, what are you doing to me? "

Having said this, he poured Dumbledore a cocktail and handed it to him.

"Try my new craft, there's dragon blood in it, and some forgetfulness grass."

He said.

It seems that after his retirement, this professor has organically combined the research of bartending and potions, which can be regarded as developing a hobby while not forgetting his major.

Dumbledore took the cocktail, put it aside, crossed his hands and said, "Don't worry, Horns, I'm not here to ask you to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.

We already have an excellent teacher, and I came to you for something else. "

Hearing Dumbledore say this, Horns relaxed a little, and he collapsed on the sofa, looking relaxed.

Then he bounced when he heard Dumbledore's question.

"I want to know something about Tom."

Dumbledore said.

Horns' eyes widened, looking at Dumbledore in surprise.

"I don't know anything. No, Albus, why do you think I know anything about Tom?"

he said bluntly.

Dumbledore didn't take it seriously, he looked at his old friend with a smile, and sweat began to appear on his head.

"Dumbledore, you shouldn't come to me, you are forcing me to the end."

Horns stammered again.

"Okay, stop pretending, we've been old friends for so many years."

Dumbledore pierced through the disguise of his old friend and said: "I can still see if you are really afraid.

You're a little nervous, but not afraid, Horns, you're confident you can get out of Tom's hands, aren't you?That's what you did more than ten years ago. Even Tom didn't catch you, and you escaped. "

Horns smiled dryly.

"He's dead, and he won't come to me again. The little troubles now are just some scum."

Horns said.

Then looking at Dumbledore's serious face, he added with some guilty conscience: "Really?"

Dumbledore shook his head again and again.

"No, Horns, don't use this set of words to deceive people, and don't deceive yourself with lies.

You and I both understand that it's hard for someone like Tom to really die.I came to you for this, tell me, Horns, what did Tom ask you?
I suspect he didn't really die. "

Dumbledore asked.

"I do not know."

Horns answered bluntly, "If you don't believe it, you can use 'Liligree' to observe my brain, and you can see if there is any memory about this part of my brain.

I really forgot. "

He opened his arms and looked at Dumbledore candidly, with a look of "Look, I told you to see", and asked Dumbledore to shrug his shoulders. Dumbledore didn't seem to have any plans to draw out his wand.

"Okay, Horns, let's not go around in circles.

You give me your hidden memories, and I give you a promise.

If Tom does come back, I will give you all the help I can. You can take refuge in Hogwarts, or you can choose to leave the UK with my help and take refuge in any other country. I will do what I say. "

Dumbledore gave Hornes the Oath of Protection.

Horns suddenly withdrew his arms.

"Tell me to think about it."

Horns changed face immediately.

One of the advantages of Dumbledore is that the promises he made do not need to be reinforced with magic at all. What he said is more reliable than an unbreakable oath, which is his personality charm.

Even the Death Eaters were willing to believe Dumbledore's oath, and after he promised protection, Horns really remembered something.

"Oh, I remembered something trivial.

I do have a little memory that I left in the memory bottle. "

As if he really suddenly remembered this matter, he stood up, tapped a few times in front of him with his wand, and then reached out and took out a bottle from the air.

"Very clever magic."

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, he was very interested in this magic, Horns threw the memory bottle to Dumbledore, Dumbledore cherished it, stuffed it into his clothes pocket, and was about to leave.

He has other things to deal with.

Can't stay here too long.

But before leaving, Horns asked behind him: "Dumbledore, the Dark Lord's mark that appeared recently, he is back, isn't he?"

Dumbledore turned and looked at him from above his glasses.

"I'm afraid it's possible, Horns. Remember my promise, which is valid at all times."

he said, then waved his hands to leave.

"Wait, Dumbledore."

Horns in purple pajamas thought for a moment, took a sip of an unknown drink in his hand, stopped Dumbledore and said, "There is one more thing, um, this time I really suddenly remembered. matter.

I just don't know if this news will help you.

Also a thing about that person.

He and I were also in touch through Owl during the time he graduated and left Hogwarts to go to the Borgin Bock store.

At that time, he mentioned a few things. "

Horns mentioned a name, and Dumbledore nodded when he heard it.

"Thank you, Horns, this news of yours means a lot to me."

After he finished, Apparate disappeared.

Horns looked at Dumbledore who was leaving with a sullen expression.

He knew he was moving again.

With wand in hand, he groaned.

Tom Riddle, what a boy he was, how did he grow up like this?
……

London.

Dumbledore appeared outside London, and the anti-apparition spell set up by the Ministry of Magic in London seemed like a joke to him.

Fortunately, Dumbledore did not intend to slap the Ministry of Magic in the face, he chose another method to walk into London.

On the bustling streets, no one saw a white-bearded wizard beside him. Dumbledore curiously looked at the various technologies of the Muggles, subways, high-rise buildings, cars, and all kinds of gadgets. He came to the Ministry of Magic's guest office in London, in the old telephone booth.

In this dilapidated phone booth, he said his purpose.

"Guests, items, Albus Dumbledore, wants to see Bob Ogden."

The female voice of the guest department rang out and sent Dumbledore to the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. Although the Ministry of Magic had become a mess, I have to say that the building of the Ministry of Magic is still beautiful.

Spotless dark wood floors, peacock blue ceilings, side fireplaces that keep coming and going, and a fountain not far away.

It's also stylish.

The famous "Magic is Power" sculpture and the "Magic Brothers Statue" were still spraying water. When Dumbledore walked over, he threw a few silver sikos into the Magic Brothers statue and donated them to St Mungo's. Magic Hospital.

The wizards around saw Dumbledore, and they all began to whisper, and there were some discordant voices in the Ministry of Magic recently.

Those voices meant, Fudge, he wasn't fit to be Minister of Magic - an obvious thing, and they meant, Dumbledore, he was the right man for the Minister of Magic.

Maybe the Death Eater was right.

Dumbledore is the savior of the wizarding world.

Fudge was very angry about this.

Why did Dumbledore come to the Ministry of Magic at this time?
Did he really come to force Gong Fuji?
If so, that would be great!
Everyone was curious, but Dumbledore went straight to the second floor of the Ministry of Magic, which is the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Fudge's office is on the first floor.

Dumbledore didn't plan to meet Fudge, and not everyone wanted to be a mom.

Especially when Fudge was unable to help himself.

Dumbledore met many old friends on the way, he said hello to them, and came to the door of Ms. Bernsch.

Without knocking on the door, he heard someone roaring inside.

The voice was still familiar.

Like Mad-Eye Moody.

"Who didn't approve my retirement order? Fudge or you?"

Mad-Eye Moody asked loudly, Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, and he opened the door.

All three looked at him, and when they realized it was Dumbledore, both Lady Burnsch and Scrimgeour stood up.

"Ah, it's you, why did you come to the Ministry of Magic?"

Mad-Eye Moody said that it was obvious to the naked eye that his attitude towards Dumbledore was much better, but before that, he and Dumbledore had secretly exchanged gestures. Dumbledore understood Mad-Eye Moody very well. Dee's neuroticism.

"what happened?"

Dumbledore curiously asked the three people who were arguing with swords, and Mad-Eye Moody said very badly: "Nothing happened, Dumbledore."

He threw his cane hard and said, "It's a small matter, the Ministry of Magic will not allow me to retire!"

(End of this chapter)