Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 502 A more secure plan
Send someone to remind Voldemort and make him realize that he can use the school board to create pressure on himself, and then use the opportunity to make Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry break away from the school board. Finally, in a desperate move, he uses official power and public opinion to A thorough investigation into the estate of the pure-blood wizard family who sided with Voldemort caused instability within the Death Eaters.
Dumbledore's silver brows raised higher and higher, and he suddenly felt that he still had room for improvement in terms of conspiracy.

"It's really bad luck for Tom to meet you, Amosta--"

After thinking through Amosta's plan quickly in his mind, Dumbledore shook his head slightly.
"After Tom got his magic back, he must be eager to find his followers back then and win over dark creatures to expand his power. If he throws out this plan at the right time, it will cause him a lot of trouble. But Amosta—"

Dumbledore changed the topic and suddenly became serious.

"You should understand that if we do this, it will affect more innocent people, their lives will inevitably be affected, and it will also destroy the current structure of the magical world."

Amosta's eyelids trembled slightly, surprised by Dumbledore's sensitivity.

Indeed, this is not only a plan against Voldemort, but also an opportunity to carry out drastic reforms to the social order and production structure of the magical world that has been stabilized to decay.

"Changes have to be made—"

Amosta did not explain too much and spoke concisely.

The cold rain and mist hit his face, making Amosta's slightly groggy consciousness suddenly clear. The world outside the castle was still dark, and the night shrouded by clouds flashed with thunder from time to time, but the distance was too far, and the rumble of thunder spanned thousands of miles. After all the mountains and rivers, the sound that reached my ears was not even as loud as the noise made by the elf hiding in the darkness and secretly cleaning the castle.

Tonight, he and Dumbledore had a candid exchange.

Dumbledore did not resist the series of measures that he wanted to strip Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from the control of the school board, but it was obvious that he did not want Amosta to be too deeply involved in the Ministry of Magic, and, through The upcoming war will shake the original order of the magic world.

In other words, he did not want Amosta to attack the pure-blood wizard family on a large scale.

This is to be expected.

Dumbledore was not backward in his thinking. He could see the dangers of pure-blood wizard families monopolizing the magical world, and his solution was to stay at Hogwarts and continuously import Muggle-born wizards into the magical world, so as to make things better. means changing something.

This method will indeed be effective, but it will no longer be effective after reaching a certain level, because the best and high-end resources in the magical world are still in the hands of those pure-blood families.I'm afraid Dumbledore himself can see this, but due to various factors, he has never had the determination to promote changes, because this will lead to another bloody war.

But this war will happen sooner or later, so it is better to merge the two battlefields into one and solve the problem at once - this is Amosta's view.

click-
In the far distance, like a flash in the pan, a violent and brilliant thunder lit up the night and then disappeared. This summer, this year's summer is bidding farewell to everyone in this extremely tragic way.Amosta stared at the end of the thunder for a long time. Looking back, at the moment of complete silence, the window of Dumbledore's office still exuded a steady light, like an ever-burning light that would never go out.

"sleep--"

Amosta curled his lips, put his hands in his pockets, rarely showing a bit of youthfulness, and walked slowly across the corridor bridge in the rain, towards his dormitory.

The thunder ended brilliantly, and the roar of the explosion and the movement of the air waves pushing against the yard wall, even with the cover of thunder, still woke up the nearby neighbors. The lights in the bedrooms on the second floors of several houses came on in a hurry, and the heavy rain obscured their sight. , making it impossible for them to see clearly what was going on in that crazy old man's home, but the chill contained in the strange silver light that flashed from time to time in the rain still made these Muggles feel terrified.

The Muggles all rushed to the landlines on their bedside tables and broadcast the police's phone number.

"Oh, God--"

When the four police officers ran out of the police car in the rain, kicked open the shabby subway door and broke into the courtyard with guns raised, and when they saw the courtyard clearly with the light of the flashlight, they all took a deep breath. .

"You planted explosives in the garden, didn't you? Sir, answer my question!" A policeman with a big belly pointed his gun at an old man with sloping legs sitting on the floor of the entrance hall, leaning against the wall and panting, and asked sternly.

"Go away, you stupid Muggles!" The crazy old man with disheveled hair poked the air with his cane, as if he could drive away the Muggle police who broke into his yard.

"Look at me, oh my god, I must be dreaming!"

Another policeman grabbed the sleeve of the policeman who was questioning the old man and forced him to look towards the yard. Then, several people froze as if they were under a petrification spell, still being drenched by the heavy rain.

"Damn!"

Looking at the trash can with its lid blown off and spraying garbage in all directions like a machine gun, the crazy old man's cheek twitched a few times due to dissatisfaction with the scar.

"The Ministry of Magic has something to say again!"

The heavy rain blurred the boundary between night and day. In short, it was not until noon the next day that the wizards who came in and out of the courtyard finally disappeared.

Arthur, who had repaired the overturned lawn and collapsed courtyard wall, and had two huge dark circles on his face, stood in front of the iron gate and waved weakly to Mad-Eye Moody.

"Thank you, Arthur!" Moody still stood in the hall and shouted gruffly, "I will pay more attention to your little ones!"

Mr. Weasley said nothing, just smiled weakly at Mad-Eye Moody, and then disapparated away from Mad-Eye's territory.Moody in the foyer did not close the door immediately. He stared in the direction Mr. Weasley left, and the electric blue magic eye in his eye sockets moved wildly.

clang-
After the door was violently closed, the room was as dark as night.Moody limped back to his kitchen. He stood in front of the extinguished fireplace and took out his wand.

After playing with the wand for a while, Moody twisted his wrist and pointed the tip of the wand at the fireplace. A hot flame ignited the wood stacked in the stove. Then, he grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the mantel and threw it in, waving the wand——
"The trouble has been taken care of——"

call!The shadow of a giant python's head appeared in the rolling flames.

A high-pitched, cold voice came from the fireplace, "Do you still have any confusion or fear about the plan that is about to be implemented?"

"I just want to confirm with you that you still decide to use this plan, right?"

Moody's face was gloomy, and there was obvious resistance in his other normal eye.
"Even if you have seen it, Amosta Brain is not the ordinary person you think. Under the watchful eyes of Dumbledore and Brain, he wants to take Harry Potter out of Hogwart. How difficult is it--"

"Amosta Brain did surprise me. I must admit that killing him is not something I can do without recovering my physical body. But I have explained to you time and time again that my plan is perfect. Neither Dumbledore nor Brain can see through it!"

The voice coming from the flames was obviously impatient,

"After the stupid thing you did in the World Cup, it was expected that Dumbledore and Brian would be more vigilant, but I also adjusted the plan to make the whole plan more perfect.
You have to understand that you have to prove your worth to me before you can get my help. This is your luck. Voldemort never gives people opportunities easily. If it weren't for the fact that my loyal servant was seriously injured and it took time to recover, You will not be forgiven by me for your unauthorized actions at the World Cup! "





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