DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Accident? Since this was just an accident, what did you mean by that? What explanation do you want me to give you?"

Dumbledore smiled without anger, and started to approach step by step.

"This... Dumbledore!" Fudge couldn't help but stepped back, and he nervously took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Under Dumbledore's pressing step by step, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he seemed to remember his purpose this time. He stopped abruptly and shouted: "I think you should be responsible for the dementor's casualties!"

"The casualties of the Dementors have nothing to do with me, I just expelled them!" Dumbledore frowned slightly.

"You can't deceive me! According to the Ministry of Magic's statistics, more than fifty dementors were turned into ashes under your patron saint, and many were seriously injured!"

Fudge took a deep breath and tried to look angry. "They were the guards of Azkaban before, and now they are the law enforcement officers who arrested fugitives and guarded Hogwarts... even if they didn't know why. Entering Hogwarts does not mean that you can bully or even slaughter them like this!"

Dumbledore laughed angrily at Fudge's remarks. He was telling the truth, and he did not kill the Dementor before. However, a certain little wizard who doesn't know how wide the mental shadow area is may not necessarily be the case.

"I think the Ministry of Magic should have collected the ashes of those dementors a long time ago. You can verify if it is because of me. The Ministry of Magic should have this level of testing.

In addition, I want to say one last thing, flying so high in a thunderstorm can be struck by lightning. Sorry, Connelly, I think this may really be just an accident~..."

Dumbledore thought of the silver-white thunder and lightning hidden in the glory of his patron saint, and spoke meaningfully.

After the old principal put down these last words, Wu turned around, and quickly walked into the office alone, as if Fudge didn't exist behind him. The split stone beast also closed quickly with great eyesight, without giving the green hat man any chance.

"Dumbledore, stop!"

Fudge moved his two short legs to try to catch up, but was once again blocked by the ugly stone beast: "Password?"

"Licorice Wand!" Fudge said aloud the password Dumbledore had just said.

"Password wrong!"

"Asshole!"

Fudge stomped his feet angrily, looked up bitterly at the ugly stone beast, and finally left without looking back. He wanted to return to the Ministry of Magic to examine the remains of the Dementor. If, as Dumbledore said, the dementors were killed by a lightning strike, then he was humiliating himself this time.

...

"Mr. Minister, this is an inspection report on the investigation into the death of the Dementor..."

In the Ministry of Magic, a witch who was still in the internship approached Fudge's office tremblingly with a test report. She looked up at Fudge who was thinking nervously, and then quickly left this right and wrong after putting things down. Ground.

Soon, there was an angry roar and the sound of broken porcelain in the office~...

Carl didn't know how angry Fudge, who broke his wrist with Dumbledore, resulted in a disastrous defeat, because he was waiting for Harry to wake up in the school hospital at this time.

"Harry, are you awake? Congratulations, the operation was a success, you don't have to envy Hermione anymore! Madam Pomfrey's knife skills are as good as ever!"

Carl put down the melon seed shell in his hand and said somewhat weirdly.

Harry was full of black lines, and even a little bit wanted to hit someone. If it weren't for his weak body and the fact that he couldn't beat him now, he probably would have to do it directly like he would usually hammer Malfoy on the ground.

"Carl, stop making trouble! By the way, how was the final result of this game?"

Harry slapped his head and asked eagerly. Although he knows that Gryffindor is very unlikely to win because of his own sake, but there is still a glimmer of hope in the event of a miracle? For example, Wood suddenly broke out in a small universe and killed the whole audience.

Ron mumbled, as if complaining, and Hermione also said nothing.

But Carl was different. For Harry’s ardent desire, he didn’t hesitate to smash the boy’s glass heart that broke with the touch: "Malfoy caught the Golden Snitch before he fell, so, in the end, you know, I won't say it~......"

Harry's expression darkened. Although he had been prepared, it still felt painful to hear it.

"If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't cry, because life will continue to deceive you. Therefore, you should be more fortunate to have my outspoken friend."

Carl patted Harry on the shoulder, pinched his nose and poured a bowl of poisonous chicken soup fiercely.

Ron on the side had a strange expression on his face, as if he was suppressing some emotion. He covered his mouth and glanced at Harry, who looked like MMP, and then looked at each other with a smile and a smile before standing up fiercely. Rushed out. UU read www.uukanshu.com for a long time before Carl heard a few presumptuous laughs from outside the window.

Alas, the world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient!

Hermione who was beside him glared at him, faintly blamed. It seems to be saying that for a patient, shouldn't it be euphemistic?

After seeing that nothing happened to him, Karl left the school hospital in peace. He didn't pay much attention to the following things. After all, his own interests were satisfied, and because of the extremely concealment of his shots, Fudge could only suffer from this dumb loss, secretly remembering it in a small notebook, looking forward to the day when the future can be liquidated. .

Harry was miserable. His two thousand smooth wheels were broken by the storm and turned into two pieces, and there was no possibility of repairing it. So he could not help but be immersed in grief for the next period of time.

Carl was very emotional when he got the news, and he showed a wave of God's Spirit Leap in front of Harry with no conscience, as he got stronger and stronger, and almost didn't let his saliva flow out.

Anyway, Sirius estimated that he was already sending him the Firebolt at that moment. By that time, the two or three years of company that had been with him, the two thousand bright wheels of deep sentiment were all crawled away by labor and management.

Although a well-known blacksmith who lives in seclusion on the Alvin line, who did not want to be named, said that he should treat equipment like a lover.

But the old ones don’t go, the new ones don’t come! Especially when you can’t make up your mind, it’s a good choice to find Kelly...

"Hey, boy, your weapons seem to be normal."

Strengthen the 8.8% discount warning!

Some recent gossip made Carl quite talk about it, especially the Malfoy family, because little Malfoy was almost killed by a dementor. His father Lucius is now looking for trouble with Fudge all day. This minister was a little bit distressed.