Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 223 Congratulations!

"Clear stupidity." Harry opened his mouth, smiling.

Fudge had a smirk on his face.

madness?

Who is stupid talking about?You can't just be talking about yourself.

"Tom hasn't come back yet, but he's coming soon." Dumbledore said with certainty, sighing, "Connelly, you can go and listen to that prophecy."

Fudge's face was stiff, and his mouth was very stiff: "I know that prophecy."

"But You-Know-Who has already."

"Would you like to listen to it?" Harry interrupted.

Fudge shrank his neck and swallowed what he wanted to say.

"I think the Ministry of Magic should be prepared." Harry took a deep breath. "At least clean yourself up. Three of the Death Eaters I killed today were Ministry of Magic officials."

"Three?" Fudge jumped up again.

Harry looked at him with surprise in his eyes: "You didn't confirm the identity of the deceased?"

"I just rushed over as soon as I received the news." Fudge dodged his eyes, "Besides, the Auror Office is responsible for those matters."

Dumbledore sighed.

Snape let out a sneer.

"Mr. Potter, then this matter is too serious." Fudge frowned, "I thought it was just a few dark wizards, but it turned out to be an official of the Ministry of Magic."

"They're Death Eaters," Harry replied lightly.

Fudge shook his head, biting his words very firmly: "They are not necessarily Death Eaters."

"Then they are also dark wizards who intend to kill me." Harry's tone was a little impatient.

Fudge then shook his head: "No, they are officials of the Ministry of Magic, maybe it's just the Imperius Curse"

Harry stood up, and suddenly drew the Gryffindor sword from his hat, and slashed at Fudge's head.

No one stopped.

Fudge stared at the sword light that was getting closer and closer to his head in horror. He wanted to dodge, but the honesty of his body revealed his timidity and he couldn't move.

The sword stopped in front of his throat and did not stick.

Fudge felt as if his head had turned around once, his neck was cold, his hairs were standing on end, and even his eyebrows were twitching.

"You can be a Death Eater, too." Harry said blankly.

Dumbledore shook his head, a little helplessly: "Harry."

"Mr. Dumbledore!" Fudge began to address him respectfully, "Look at him, he is so lawless"

"Connelly." Dumbledore sighed again, "I think you should listen carefully to Mr. Potter's words. The facts and prophecies are before you."

Fudge said nothing, and he dared not speak.

The sword is at the throat.

"The Ministry of Magic will go back and make preparations, okay?" Harry asked him sincerely with a gentle attitude, "Single out all the Death Eaters, at least clean them up."

Impressed by his "attitude", Fudge nodded with difficulty.

Harry retracted his sword.

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, his feet slipped, and he staggered to escape behind Dumbledore: "Mr. Potter, no matter what, you have to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic to investigate."

"That is after all."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Harry cut him off: "I don't have time to play those house games with you."

"It's playing tricks!" Fudge clenched his fists, his face flushed, "This is to maintain the order of the wizarding world!"

He looked at Harry disapprovingly, and looked at Dumbledore beggingly: "My dear Albus, you should take good care of your students, he is too..."

Dumbledore said: "No, Harry is right, there is no time to waste on other things now."

Fudge looked at Dumbledore in astonishment.

what happened
In the past, as long as I moved out the "order of the wizarding world", I would be able to persuade Dumbledore's routine, but it is not working today?

Had the reason no longer moved him?

"I will persuade Harry to attend the final judgment." Dumbledore pressed Fudge's shoulder, pressed his fingers deeply, "but before that, don't bother Mr. Potter, okay?"

Dumbledore is over 100 years old.

Fudge didn't expect that he was so old, but his fingers were still so strong that they hurt his shoulders.

"Of course, no problem." Fudge shrank his head back, and agreed timidly.

Dumbledore dropped his hand.

"Okay, Mr. Fudge, please leave first." Harry waved his wand and opened the door. "We still have something to talk about."

"Me?" Fudge raised his hand in disbelief, pointing at himself.

Harry nodded.

Fudge turned his head, looked around the room, and pointed at Hermione: "This...um...this lady is leaving with me too?"

"No, as long as you leave," Harry answered him immediately.

Fudge took a deep breath.

Fist hard!

No. It should be said that my fist has been hardened long ago.

He is the Minister of Magic of Great Britain, one of the most powerful people in the entire wizarding world, and even because Dumbledore is a Briton, his status in the entire world is very special.

In the end, she couldn't even compare to a fourth-grade little witch?
Just look down on yourself like that?

it is good!
Just go!
Fudge walked out of the principal's office without delay, and with a vigorous wave of his wand, he gently closed the door.

If you don't keep me, then I, the majestic Minister of Magic, will have plenty of places to go.

Fudge left.

"I persuaded Karkaroff to contact the remaining Death Eaters." Snape said coldly, and said impatiently, "But."

He glanced at the baby's body on the ground.

"It seems that he made another wrong choice."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses, waved his wand, and the baby's body floated up, and one after another curses fell, checking its condition: "Harry, are you sure he's really dead?"

"I'm not as stupid as Fudge." Harry shook his head, "I can't even tell if I'm alive or dead."

"This child is not even a year old." Dumbledore's tone was indescribably complicated.

McGonagall and Sprout clenched their wands, their eyes filled with anger.

"Tom has always been like this, hasn't he?" Harry said calmly. "What we have to do is get rid of him before he kills more people."

"Have you found a way to deal with the Horcrux?"

Dumbledore put the dead baby down gently, and first said to Professor Sprout: "Pomona, find a place to bury this child, it would be better if you can find his parents."

"I will," Sprout agreed.

He turned his head and looked at Harry: "I have a lot of ideas about how to destroy the Horcrux."

"Death Curse, Fiercefire, Basilisk Venom, these can destroy Horcruxes."

"Basilisk venom is okay too?" Harry was a little surprised.

Dumbledore nodded: "In other words, all poisons that can affect the soul can destroy the Horcrux. After all, its essence is just a piece of soul."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

A lot of venom like this is stored in the Sorting Hat, and even the venom of the snail that was just obtained may also have this effect.

"But how to separate it?" Speaking of this topic, Dumbledore hesitated, "I don't have a definite and feasible way yet."

"Pomona only allows me to study eight hours a week."

Hermione froze, holding her hand nervously.

She was acutely aware of something.

Sprout immediately explained: "Of course I hope, Albus, you can quickly figure out a way to get rid of that trouble on Harry's forehead."

"But after a long time, the way you look at the ring becomes strange, as if you wished to eat it. If I hadn't stopped you a few times, you would have almost put it on."

Harry looked at him blankly.

Dumbledore sneered: "The curse has been resolved, and I will be fine even if I wear it."

"If you have confidence, please use this confidence in cracking the Horcrux in my head instead of putting this confidence in yours." Harry said with a sincere tone.

"Professor Sprout, I'm with you," Snape said. "I have a few spells to refresh Albus."

"For example, Shenfeng Wuying or something."

"If he can't hold back his desire, I will make him sober"

Harry interrupted him: "Let Hagrid come, don't turn into Professor Sprout and stop you two."

Snape paled.

not the resurrection stone
How could I not be able to resist the temptation of the resurrection stone.

"Hagrid, he." McGonagall frowned, his tone hesitant.Hagrid was careless on weekdays, and he was a little unreliable in his work. Are you really going to leave this matter to him?
She prefers to come by herself.

But... she is not like Snape, she has a very clear understanding of herself, and knows that it is difficult for herself to resist the temptation of the resurrection stone.He won't say what he said indistinctly.

"Hagrid is very reliable." Harry smiled slightly, and said softly, "He is very simple, and his mind is not that complicated."

Dumbledore's eyes were complicated: "Oh, Harry, you can finally say something nice."

"Because I said bad things, Hagrid would really think I was scolding him." Harry interrupted him, "Professor you are different, you know that I scold you to express my love for you."

McGonagall held her mouth and tried to hold back her laugh.

Dumbledore sighed helplessly.

"Continue to the business, how many Horcruxes have you found?" Harry waved his hand and changed the subject.

Dumbledore looked at Snape.

Snape shook his head: "Except for this, I found nothing else. The Dark Lord has hidden everything very deep. I'm trying to find a way."

"There were not many Death Eaters in the past. I hope Karkaroff can bring back some good news this time."

"Barty Crouch Jr. must know." Harry breathed out, "They made two preparations."

"Tonight, the trap of the Triwizard Cup is one. If they can be resurrected directly, it is the situation they would like to see the most."

"If not."

"Barty Crouch Jr. will look for Horcruxes and use Horcruxes to revive Senior Tom."

Snape nodded, "I'll make Karkaroff contact you quickly."

"It really doesn't work."

He waved his wand.

That was the gesture of using the Imperius Curse.

Dumbledore pretended not to see it at all, and clapped his hands at Harry and Hermione: "Okay, I can't solve it right away after thinking so much, go back now, and enjoy the celebration night."

"The auditorium has been prepared a long time ago, but we can't let the house-elves be busy all day."

　I wasted a little time cooking today, a full three hours!hateful
　　But there is no need to cook for the next few days (heavy fog, hot dishes are fine)
　　Work hard! ! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)