Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 222 Ignorance
"Mr. Potter!" Fudge has never been so sensitive as today, before the door was opened, he noticed the footsteps behind the door, and the moment he rushed to open the door, he shouted, "You are finally here !"

"what happened?"

He raised his voice and asked.

"The Prohibition of Misuse of Magic Office told me that you killed at least 20 people, even babies!"

"what happened!"

"I almost brought Scrimgeour to catch you, if Dumbledore didn't stop him"

Harry drew his wand.

Fudge was startled, shrunk his neck, and stopped speaking abruptly.

"Don't panic, I won't do anything to you now." Harry said softly.

He wasn't panicking at first, but these words made his heart and voice tremble a little: "Mr. Potter, this is you."

"Oh, I just took something out." With a click of Harry's wand, the pocket flew out and fell to the ground, followed by a baby's corpse being dragged out.

Cold, stiff, pale.

Fudge's breathing faltered.

What does it mean?
Use this kind of thing to scare yourself, express yourself that if you don't obey, you will become like a dead baby?
He quickly denied his absurd idea.

No. Mr. Potter is not that kind of person.

It's not that he couldn't have such an idea, but if Mr. Potter had such an idea, he wouldn't hint in a weird way, but would just draw his sword, put it around his neck, and speak out.

"Mr. Potter." His voice was unavoidably trembling, and he felt a little more at ease when he moved closer to Dumbledore's place.

Of course Dumbledore understood how ambiguous Harry's words were, and even more understood why Harry said such words.

Fudge is not the kind of person who can make him listen to what he says.

He didn't like this method, but he had to admit that it worked.

"Oh, there are people outside the door." Dumbledore seemed to have not heard Fudge's words, he turned his head to look at the Marauder's Map hanging on the wall, "Harry, Hermione is outside, do you want her to come in?"

Harry hesitated, then nodded.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the upper and lower doors opened together.

Fudge was uneasy. He looked at Harry and then at Dumbledore. Only under the protection of this unreliable old man with white beard could he feel at ease.

The room was dull, waiting for someone to come up.

As soon as he pooped and had a big belly, he couldn't sit or stand restlessly.

The few short minutes of going upstairs were extremely difficult for him.

When Hermione walked in, Fudge couldn't wait to speak: "Mr. Potter, please tell me! What's going on?"

"It's Voldemort's trap." Harry and Hermione looked at each other.She saw Harry's pure eyes, and the worry in his eyes faded a lot - although when she heard this sentence, the faded eyes grew back immediately.

"Mysterious man?" Fudge trembled, raising his voice, "Mr. Potter, I didn't come here to hear you tell these ridiculous jokes."

"I can't tell jokes." Harry said blankly, "Also, Mr. Fudge, if you have any questions, wait until I finish speaking before asking questions, okay?"

Fudge nodded reluctantly. He looked around the room, pulled up a chair and sat down.

Harry went on: "As we all know, the Death Eaters have a plot against me."

The professors nod.

Hermione wasn't surprised either.

Only Fudge stared round, looked at Harry in disbelief, and then looked back at all the other people who were not surprised at all.

What's the situation?
Is there only an ignorant person like myself here?
"The incompetence of the Ministry of Magic is indeed beyond my imagination." No one wanted to explain in vain for Fudge, and they all listened attentively to Harry's narration.

"The door key magic was cast on the Tri-Strong Cup."

Fudge clenched his fists, he wanted to refute that the Ministry of Magic was not incompetent, but the Ministry of Magic really didn't care about such a thing.

Harry went on: "The other side of the portkey leads to Little Hangleton, as you know. That's the home of Senior Tom's father."

"Who is Senior Tom?" Fudge listened, a little confused.Aren't you talking about something related to the mysterious man?Why was an unknown "Senior Tom" suddenly involved? Just now, or in other words, was there a person named "Tom" involved in this matter?
"It's Voldemort." Harry briefly explained to him, paused, and continued, "Professor, your guess is correct. The baby is indeed not his and Crouch's child, but himself."

Startled, Fudge jumped up.

baby?

Is it a mysterious person?

The one on the ground?

"Potter, that's the one?" Fudge stretched out his hand, trembling, as if a force ten wind was blowing towards him.

Harry nodded: "It's him."

Fudge wanted to say something more.

Harry waved his wand, and hit "Lock tongue and throat", the curse made Fudge open his mouth but couldn't speak: "Don't worry, he is safe now, do you have any questions before I finish speaking?"

Fudge shot Dumbledore a begging look.

Dumbledore turned a deaf ear, he concentrated on looking at the baby on the ground, which seemed to be a very interesting thing, and attracted all his attention to it.

"What Senior Tom wants from me is blood." Harry paused, then continued, "He prepared twelve Death Eaters for this purpose, almost all of whom have the strength of Aurors."

"Moreover, he also taught a black magic, with the Dark Mark as the core, sacrificing one's own life in exchange for more powerful magic power."

"It's a bit tricky. Fortunately, Professor Snape helped me improve the potion, otherwise it would be very difficult to get it so quickly."

"What he wants is your blood?" Dumbledore pushed his glasses, a little surprised.

Harry nodded: "Well, what did you think of?"

"I think of a very ancient black magic." Dumbledore said softly, "It's about resurrection"

The word made him lose his mind for a moment.

But soon, he calmed down, and continued: "The dead cannot be resurrected, but like Tom, there is still a way to revive a wandering soul who has lost his body but still has his soul and has not turned into a ghost."

"Father's bone, I have no intention of donating it."

"The servant's meat, take the initiative to offer it."

"The blood of the enemy is taken by force."

"Boil them together with the body of the wandering soul, and they will grow into a new, healthy body."

Harry nodded: "No wonder that group of Death Eaters have been trying to attack me, under the guise of making a deal with me, tricking me into lowering my vigilance, so as to steal my blood?"

"Then, Tom's plan failed, he..." Dumbledore looked at the baby's body again, it was empty without even a soul.

"It exploded." Harry said succinctly.

Dumbledore was taken aback, some didn't have time to react.

Harry patiently explained: "After I killed the last Death Eater, I wanted to capture him while he was so weak."

"But senior Tom refused to obey. He chose to kill himself and blew up his soul."

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, and fell heavily back on the chair, the weight of the chair made a "creak" sound.

"But." Harry threw out the word that no one wanted to hear after hearing the good news.

Fudge immediately tensed up again.

"Mr. Crouch Jr. wasn't there."

"Senior Tom said that he will see me again sooner or later."

There was also an outsider like Fudge, Harry didn't understand what he said, he just pretended to brush his hair casually: "I suspect he didn't really die."

Except for the potbellied Minister of Magic, everyone understood what he meant.

Voldemort may try to resurrect through Horcruxes.

Harry waved his wand, breaking the spell for Fudge.

"Mr. Potter!" He couldn't stand up, his legs and feet were weak, "I don't know where you made up such a ridiculous story! But I can tell you responsibly that the Daily Prophet is all made up!"

"That woman Rita, did she ever speak the truth?"

"Barty Crouch Jr. is dead!"

As he spoke, he paused.

The strength he didn't know came from made him shout out loudly: "As for the resurrection of the mysterious person, it's even more nonsense. It must be a rumor spread by that woman Rita, right?"

"She made up the lie that Barty Crouch Jr. is not dead, and started making up the lie that Barty Crouch Jr. is helping You-Know-Who come back to life?"

Harry interrupted him: "Mr. Fudge, even if Rita is full of lies."

"I didn't have Barty Crouch Jr. in the whole thing that happened to me."

"Don't deceive yourself and try to deny what happened to me by denying Rita."

Fudge was taken aback, clenched his fists, and blushed with anger: "Potter, I know you are indeed very capable, but you are still young, and you have just won the title of the final winner of the Triwizard Tournament."

"You don't need to be so anxious to make up a "legendary story" to increase your reputation."

"You are famous now, the future must be"

He was a little hesitant at first, but the more he talked, the more certain he was about this idea in his heart.

That's right!

It is impossible for You-Know-Who to be resurrected, and Potter must want to make up a legend, just like Lockhart did.

Harry grimaced and raised his wand.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

Turbulence gushed from the tip of the wand and slapped him in the face, and Gollum interrupted him.

"Clean up."

Fudge shook his head involuntarily, the bowler hat flew away, and together with Shimizu, he washed his head hard.

"This is not the time for joking." Harry continued softly, "Voldemort could be resurrected at any moment."

As he said that, he paused: "Do you still remember that prophecy?"

He was referring to the one that Professor Trelawney had done in the first Divination class in Year Three.

Dumbledore nodded.

He remembered it clearly.

"What prophecy?" Fudge was at a loss.

"The one deposited in the Department of Mysteries last year," Dumbledore kindly reminded him.

Fudge "suddenly", nodded heavily: "Oh, so it's that one."

But no matter from his demeanor or his expression, there is a strong "knowing nothing" atmosphere.

　There is one more chapter, I will post it sooner
　　
　
(End of this chapter)