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 back again. He nervously took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

　　 Under Dumbledore’s pressing, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was thinking of his purpose this time, he stopped abruptly and shouted: "I think you should be responsible for the dementor's casualties!"

　　 "The dementors' casualties have nothing to do with me, I'm just expelling them!" Dumbledore frowned slightly.

　　 "You can't lie to me! According to the statistics of the Ministry of Magic, 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 by Fudge's remarks. He was telling the truth, and he did not kill the Dementor before. But a certain little wizard who doesn't know how wide the area of ​​mental shadow is may not necessarily be the case.

　　 "I think the Ministry of Magic should have collected the ashes of those dementors long 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 might really be 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, he turned around, as if Fudge didn't exist behind him, and quickly walked into the office alone. 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 that Dumbledore had just said.

　　 "Password is wrong!"

　　 "Asshole!"

　　 Fudge stomped his feet angrily, looked up bitterly at the ugly stone beast, and finally left without looking back. He wanted to go back 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 the inspection report on the investigation into the death of the Dementor..."

In the Ministry of Magic, a witch who was still in her 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~...

　　 and Dumbledore broke his wrists and how angry Fudge was that resulted in a fiasco, Karl didn't know, 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 always!"

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

　　 Harry was full of black lines, and he even wanted to hit someone a little bit. If it weren't for his weak body now and the fact that he couldn't beat him, he would probably 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 patted his head and asked eagerly. Although he knows that Gryffindor is very unlikely to win because of his own sake, but he still walks with a glimmer of hope in case some miracle happens? For example, Wood suddenly broke out in a small universe and killed the whole audience.

　　 Ron grumbled, 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, you know, in the end, I won’t say anything~..."

　　 Harry looked dark. 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. It was a long time before Carl heard a few wild laughs coming 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, UU read www. uukanshu.com Karl then left the school hospital with confidence. He didn't pay much attention to the following things. After all, his own interests were already satisfied, and because of the extremely concealed 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. .

　　 And Harry was miserable. His two thousand smooth wheels were broken by the storm and turned into two pieces, and there is 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 he almost didn't let his saliva flow out.

　　 Anyway, Sirius estimated that he was already sending his firebolt right now. By that time, he had been with him for two or three years, and the two thousand bright wheels of deep emotion were all crawled away by labor and management.

　　Although a well-known blacksmith who is reclusive in 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 ordinary."

　　 Strengthen the 12% 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 frustrated.