Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 247 Collection
"I've apologized to you!" began Fudge, yelling loudly.

Harry shook his head: "Connelly, your apology is worthless."

Fudge stared round, looking at Harry in disbelief.

I am the Minister of Magic of Great Britain, how could I be worthless.

"Sit down, I've finished talking about that night, I have something else to tell you." Harry waved his wand, and the bench in front of him flew across, passed over his head, and landed behind him with a thud. , hit his knee hard.

Fudge softened and sat down uncontrollably.

This made his blood pressure rise a few more points, and he took a deep breath: "Mr. Potter, what else do you want?"

He leaned on the table and stood up again.

Harry didn't speak, just waved his wand, pointed at his chest, the pinned badge flew away, Fudge hurriedly tried to catch it, but compared with his clumsy movements, the badge seemed more cunning than the Snitch, It slapped him in the face.

"Potter!" Fudge exasperated.

Dumbledore couldn't blame him, he could see that Harry didn't mean to tease Fudge, but... this fat man didn't live up to himself, who can blame him?

"Look at the writing on it." Harry said softly.

Fudge murmured softly, reading the above words: "Harry Potter."

"Trial, debt collection."

After saying the last word, he froze for a moment, took a deep breath, and repeated: "Debt collection?"

"What debt collection?"

Harry tilted his head and looked at him: "It seems that a month ago, those officials from the Ministry of Magic at the Legnac blacksmith shop didn't report my matter to you?"

After such a reminder, Fudge remembered, he suddenly realized, and nodded heavily: "You mean this."

Harry nodded.

Fudge cleared his throat and turned his head away: "We haven't caught the wanted criminal Legnac yet, so this part"

"As far as I know, Legnac was only carrying a hammer when he ran away." Harry interrupted him, "The books and income are all in your hands."

Fudge was confident: "But Legnac hasn't been caught yet, and everything related to it must be sealed up for safekeeping, including the blacksmith's income."

"Including my share, but not the Ministry's share?" Harry asked.

Fudge nodded. Speaking of this, he said clearly: "No, that is not your part, nor is it part of the Ministry of Magic. It is the income of Legnac's blacksmith shop, which has not been subdivided to the level of you and me."

"Mr. Potter, only after Legnac is captured and the sealed things are released, can we share them."

Harry said calmly: "But the Ministry of Magic is not looking for Raignac's actions."

"The Ministry of Magic is very busy right now." Fudge waved his hand exaggeratedly, "very busy."

"It's about Principal Karkaroff."

"And your case of the 'Little Hangleton Butcher'—oh, that's not my slur, it's the Daily Prophet's new title for you, it's the voice of the people."

"Okay, Mr. Potter, let's call it a day!"

He slapped the table hard, threw the badge to the corner of the table, and walked out of the conference room quickly and disheartened.

"Little Hangleton Butcher." Harry said these words, smiling slightly, "I like that name."

The laughter was soft and creepy for everyone else in the room.

"Harry?" Dumbledore looked over with some concern, "Are you okay?"

"Professor Dumbledore, don't look at me the way you look at "Tom II"." Harry shook his head, interrupting him, "Don't worry, I'm just here to collect debts, not life."

"Fuji is relying on me to pay back the money, and I will find a way to make him pay back the money."

Dumbledore was startled, he hesitated to speak: "Even if it doesn't hurt his life, it's not too much to torture."

"Am I like that?" Harry shook his head.

Others in the room tried their best to restrain themselves, not to show any panic in their eyes.

No?
If not, why did you brag about yourself as "The Butcher of Little Hangleton" just now?
They also rolled up and left.

When the last person finished greeting Dumbledore and left, he looked at Harry and asked, "How do you plan to recover the money owed to you by the Ministry of Magic?"

"As far as I know, George and Fred were unsuccessful in getting back the money that Ludo Bagman scammed."

Feinon came up with a good idea for George and Dursley, and for the sake of their father—Mr. Arthur has signed a contract of intent to purchase a drilling rig with Feinon. Of course, it is just an image, and Arthur pays some deposit , ready to scrape together the money to buy a drilling rig within one year, and settle the payment in pounds.

The beautiful John Hobrun made Fenon abandon his prejudice against wizards. He found many files and videotapes of "payment" for the two of them, and even took the courage to take the two of them to watch two court sessions in person. .

but.
Ordinary people like wizards and Feinon are all children born on the land of Great Britain. They speak the same words, eat the same food, and even have the same cultural personality, but when it comes to the subtleties of the law, they are completely different. Same.

Wizards have no concept of "labor protection".

It is not without reason that Fudge is so proud and rampant. The Ministry of Magic has the power to enforce, enact, and interpret laws.

The Minister of Magic could almost be said to be the dictator of the wizarding world - if there were no such people as Dumbledore and Harry.

George and Fred failed to get paid.

He was even mocked severely by officials of the Ministry of Magic.

My God, there are wizards who are questioning the Ministry of Magic with Muggle laws.

George and Fred struggled hard, but it was useless. They were only seven-year-old wizards who were expected to graduate at a normal and excellent level. They could barely deal with two or three Aurors, but they couldn't beat the large and powerful Ministry of Magic.

Harry clapped his hands: "Thanks for the reminder, I almost forgot that Mr. Bagman also took away my Triwizard Tournament prize money."

"That's a thousand Galleons anyway."

"Shall we go back now?" Dumbledore waved his hand, and the door of the conference room opened.

"I still have to find Percy." Harry stood up, "promise Uncle Arthur."

They walked out the door and took the elevator to the fifth basement floor. Percy was still in charge of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. He was indeed outstanding, smart, serious, hardworking, and ambitious. Unlike most wizards who were just waiting to die, he was very protrude.

although
The surname of "Weasley" always made him suffer some unexpected ridicule.

But he was very popular, and after only one year of graduation, he was promoted to the director of the "Foreign Trade Crucible Quality Inspection Office". He was on the same level as his father, and his salary was even five galleons more per week.

Ministry staff pointed them to Director Weasley's office.

They knocked on the old door.

"Come in." Percy's voice was very tired, like Sisyphus pushing a boulder year after year.

Harry pushed the door open and walked in.

"What happened again? Put it on my desk." Percy said numbly without raising his head.

"Percy," Harry said.

Percy, who was so startled that he buried himself behind the cauldron under the thick documents, suddenly raised his head: "Harry?"

"And Professor Dumbledore!"

"what about you"

Harry casually picked up a document on the table, which was a quality inspection report for an imported crucible, which was completely different from the Ministry of Magic's rigor: "It seems that Director Weasley is indeed very busy. Today is August 31. Day of the Ministry 'interrogation'."

"Already August 31?" Surprised, Percy swung his wand and pulled out the calendar from the bottom of the cauldron.

"How long has it been since you came home?" Harry asked him.

Percy didn't answer, he turned his head away.

"Aunt Molly is very worried about you." Harry put the things in his hands down, "Even if you can't go back and report the letter in person, at least I can give her an explanation. Director Weasley is not dead yet, and is alive and well."

Percy remained silent.

Harry waved his hand: "Let's go."

Dumbledore was taken aback: "Let's go now?"

Arthur asked Harry to come over, not just to take a look, but also to let him explain Percy.

"There's nothing to say, I'm not a close mentor like Professor Sprout." Harry shook his head and glanced at Percy, "Director Weasley is already a man."

"Harry." Percy looked up suddenly, calling out his name dryly.

Harry met his eyes.

"I'm really confused." Percy frowned, his tensed limbs and body went limp, "How on earth did you do it, can...can do this?"

He gestured, unable to pick out a suitable adjective.

Dumbledore saw something hidden in his tangled mess at a glance: "You want to know why Harry is surrounded by so many people and becomes the leader?"

Without hesitation, Percy nodded heavily.

He looked at Harry with complex eyes, full of envy, even a hint of jealousy - he knew very well that he shouldn't have such emotions towards Harry, his savior.

But he couldn't help himself.

The razor-sharp claws of the inner beast tore through the fragile camouflage he had worked so hard to create.

My own resume is something to be proud of. Gryffindor prefects and student union boy chairmen are standard equipment for most ministers of magic and heads of departments. He would recognize him as a member of Gryffindor, an ordinary member of Gryffindor, and not as the leader of Gryffindor, as he did to Harry.

Even to the Ministry of Magic.

He can often hear those people praise Harry Potter, but he, the best Hogwarts graduate this year, is driven by them at will.

Harry didn't speak.

"Because the things on Harry's body are much heavier than yours." Dumbledore explained his confusion, "Percy, you should be very clear about Harry's matter."

Percy nodded, of course he understands these principles, but
He opened his mouth, still wanting to ask.

Dumbledore waved his hand and continued: "Of course, it's more than that. Although Harry is younger than you, he is much more mature than you."

"Percy, what do you want?"

Percy opened his mouth subconsciously, but closed it with a sense of loss.

He wanted to be like Director Barty Crouch, but Barty Crouch was dead, no matter what was reported in the "Daily Prophet" or privately heard from Ron, he The person I once admired the most is not as glorious as it appears on the surface.

"You are ambitious and desire power." Dumbledore waved his wand, and the chair flew over, and he sat down opposite Percy, "Oh, I was just like you back then."

"You know, we good Gryffindors all have this in common."

"We aspire to be the leaders of the pride."

Percy nodded heavily.

"But what is power?" Dumbledore asked a question, "I longed for it back then, just like you did, really, Percy, I did exactly like you back then, longing for things that I didn't realize myself , only see it, and ignore the real precious things."

"Family, friendship."

"And love."

Speaking of this, he was slightly stunned, the matter of youth, now and then mentioning it now, hurts his heart full of holes.

"If there is a chance to go back in time, I will ask myself this question, what is the point of your pursuit of these things?" Dumbledore raised his glasses, turned out a handkerchief, and wiped the corners of his eyes, "I don't have this chance, but You still have Percy."

"Now I leave that question to you."

"What is the point of your pursuit of these things?"

"You become the Director, you become the Minister of Magic, and then?"

Then what?A word of just one syllable rolled down like a boulder, crushing Sisyphus who was powerless to push the boulder.

"I" Percy spoke, opened his mouth, opened and closed, but couldn't spit out anything but an "I".

Dumbledore smiled slightly, stood up, walked over and patted his head: "Percy, think about it, don't go on in such a daze, and don't push yourself too tired, you have a very good family. "

He paused and looked at Harry: "I have good friends too."

"I heard that you still have a good relationship?" Dumbledore laughed.

Percy's cheeks flushed slightly.

"Don't take everything on your shoulders." Dumbledore withdrew his hand, "Harry also knows how to vent his anger on me as a bad old man, and he will also find Hermione to be coquettish."

"I didn't." Harry said loudly.

Dumbledore waved his hand indifferently: "If you are embarrassed to tell your family, you can also come to me."

"I am very willing to listen to the troubles of the students, and I am also willing to solve your problems."

Speaking of this, he became a little distressed: "But you all seem to think too high of me. After all, I am over 100 years old. I have made many mistakes in my life, and I have a lot of experience for you to learn from."

Percy nodded, looking brighter.

"Then don't disturb your work, let's leave first." Dumbledore waved goodbye to him, "I want to see off Harry, Ron, and Ginny tonight, and come over to have a farewell dinner together?"

Percy didn't speak, and didn't make any small movements.

But they could both see what Percy meant.

They went out and closed the door gently.

"Professor Dumbledore, you really impressed me today." Harry sighed, "You really look like a headmaster."

"I thought I would always be an excellent headmaster in your heart." Dumbledore laughed while tugging at his beard.

Harry shook his head: "Mr. Godric will definitely refute you."

"Well, there are indeed some unexpected things." Dumbledore sighed, "But Harry, you don't want to think about it."

Harry looked blankly, and interrupted him: "I'm the one who's been troubled all the time."

Dumbledore was about to speak.

Harry added quickly: "You took the initiative to find me the trouble in the first grade."

"Only that once." Dumbledore emphasized.

Harry said: "I suspect it's because the first year made a bad start, so there will be troubles in the next three years. Maybe in the first year, a symbolic magic was completed."

"As we all know, there is no magic power." Dumbledore retorted.

Harry shrugged innocently: "Magic is wonderful, maybe it's magic that neither of us can discover, should you ask someone who is capable?"

"Thank you." Dumbledore said helplessly.

He knew very well who the "capable person" Harry was talking about was. In the wizarding world, there are not many people who are qualified to be called "capable people" by Harry, and Trelawney with her Celestial Eye open is one of them. , but the opening of the Celestial Eye is not something Trelawney can control.

They discussed all the way and took the elevator to the resplendent hall.

Harry stopped suddenly: "Wait, Professor Dumbledore."

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked.

"Debt collection." Harry said succinctly, raising his wand.

Dumbledore followed his gaze - not far from them was the golden "Magic Brothers Fountain". His eyes became astonished, and before he could say anything, Harry had already waved his wand.

The majestic magic power gushes out.

With a crash, all the water in the pool flew out and condensed into a huge water ball in the air.

The people coming and going screamed in alarm, they were terrified, and the birds and beasts ran away in all directions.

Harry waved his wand again.

The few statues that were about to escape were firmly fixed on the base, and the transformation spell twisted the water outlet, twisted it into a ball of twists, and completely blocked it.

"Harry." Dumbledore said helplessly.

The officials of the Ministry of Magic finally came to their senses. They held up their wands and ran towards this side.

"That wizard, what do you want to do?"

"This is the Ministry of Magic!"

"The Aurors will come later, give up resistance."

Harry ignored them, raised his wand, and the coins in the pool flew out. A row of gold Galleons, a row of silver Sickles, and a row of copper Knuts were neatly arranged in front of him.

"There are only 120 seven Galleons, twelve Sickles, and six Knuts."

"A little poor."

"It's not enough."

With the other hand, he opened the pocket, and there was a jingle, and the metal jumped in, like a dragon sucking water.

"What are you doing!" A wizard yelled in horror, "Take out the money, these belong to the Ministry of Magic."

Harry responded, sizing up the statue, "I know it's from the Ministry of Magic."

"Quickly remove the magic!"

"You robber!"

Someone pretended to be harsh and reprimanded.

Harry suddenly realized, and nodded heavily: "Oh, yes, dispel the magic!"

He snapped his fingers.

The water polo in the sky exploded with a bang, and the water flowed down like a waterfall, rolling huge, half-human-high waves, rushing towards the group of wizards, and in a burst of exclamation, washed them away like stranded The fish scattered.

(End of this chapter)