God of the Universe Begins with Harry Potter

"Dumbledore, I don't see any connection, not at all!" was the voice of the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, "Ludo said Bertha was probably lost. I also think it's time to Found her, but in any case, we found no sign of a murder, Dumbledore, not at all. As far as bringing her disappearance to Barty Crouch's disappearance, it's just playing the piano!"

"What do you think about Barty Crouch, Minister?" said Moody's gruff voice.

"I think there are two possibilities, Alastor," said Fudge, "either Crouch is utterly insane—probably from his personal experience, and I think you agree—he says Crazy, dazed, don't know where to go—"

"If that's the case, he's going too fast, Connelly," said Dumbledore calmly.

"Either—maybe..." Fudge's voice was a little embarrassed. "Maybe, I'll have to wait until I've seen where he was found. But, you say he was found by Beauxbatons' carriage? Dumbledore, do you know the details of that woman?"

"I think she's a very capable headmistress—and dances well," said Dumbledore quietly.

"Come on, Dumbledore!" said Fudge angrily. "Don't you think you're favoring her for Hagrid's sake? They're not all harmless--if you can say that Hagrid is harmless. , then his obsession with giant monsters—"

"I have as much confidence in Madame Maxime as I have in Hagrid," Dumbledore replied, still with the same serenity. "I think it might be your prejudice, Connelly."

"Can we stop?" Moody growled.

"Okay, okay, let's go to the field now," said Fudge impatiently.

At this time, Ye Ting knocked on the door frame impatiently.

"Dumbledore, Mr. Ye is here. He's just outside the door." Moody reminded.

Ye Ting walked into the room. There were three of them in the room before him. Now, they are looking at him with different eyes.

Dumbledore's eyes were obviously gentle and well-meaning. When Cornelius Fudge saw him, his pupils shrank subconsciously, and he was obviously a little afraid of him, but he concealed this emotion very well.

Moody's eyes were alert, but not the vigilance of the old Auror's professional habit, but rather a guilty conscience.

After all, the perpetrator of the incident they had just discussed was this fake Moody.

"Mr. Ye!" Fudge walked over and said, pretending to be happy, "How are you?"

"Very good." Ye Ting smiled coldly.

"We're talking about Mr. Crouch's presence on the field that night," Fudge said. "You found him, didn't you?"

"Yes." Ye Ting said, "I was taking Fleur and Hermione with me. I was going to bring Mr. Crouch back to Hogwarts, but I met Professor Snape halfway through. Professor Snape took the initiative to replace him. I do this, and you know what happened."

"So you didn't see anything suspicious at the time?" Fudge demanded.

"A suspicious person?" Ye Ting glared at him, "Do you mean Madame Maxime? To be honest, with her figure, it's not easy to hide it so well, right?"

"Oh, oh," Fudge looked a little embarrassed, and just as he was about to say something, there was another knock on the door, and Harry Potter came in.

"Professor, I want to talk to you," Harry said hurriedly, looking at Dumbledore.

So Dumbledore sent Moody and Fudge away, and after about a minute he returned to the headmaster's room.

"Now, you can talk about what happened," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"But..." Harry glanced at Ye Ting who was sitting beside him, hesitatingly at a loss for words.

"Don't worry, you can trust Mr. Ye."

"Really?" Harry glanced at Ye Ting suspiciously, hesitating for a long time before making up his mind.

"Professor—I'm taking a divination class, but I—I'm watching."

He hesitated, thinking he was about to be criticized, but Dumbledore said, "Understandable, go on."

"Well, I had a dream," said Harry, "of Voldemort, who was torturing Wormtail... you know Wormtail—"

"I know," said Dumbledore at once, "to go on."

"Voldemort got a letter from the owl. He seemed to say that Wormtail's mistake had been corrected. He said someone had died and said he wasn't going to feed the snake with Wormtail - there was a snake next to his chair. And he said—and said he was going to feed me to the snakes. Then he said the Crucifixion to Wormtail—and my scars started to hurt, and it hurt so badly that it woke me up."

Dumbledore just looked at him.

"Well—that's all," said Harry.

"Oh," said Dumbledore calmly, "is that so, so, have your scars hurt this year? Except for the one that woke you up during the summer vacation?"

"No, I—how do you know it woke me up during the summer?" Harry asked in surprise.

"You're not alone in writing to Sirius," Dumbledore said. "I've been in touch with him since he left Hogwarts last year."

"You—do you know why my scar hurts?" Harry looked at Dumbledore hopefully, hoping the old man would give him a definite answer, a question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"Why don't we listen to Mr. Ye's opinion first?" Dumbledore smiled and looked at Ye Ting.

"Obviously, there is some connection between our Mr. Potter and Voldemort." Ye Ting said lightly, "It was probably the failed Killing Curse. While Harry's mother's protection magic failed this spell, it also produced other Effect."

"I, I have a connection with Voldemort?" Harry looked at Ye Ting suspiciously, "How is it possible? I have never been exposed to black magic."

"No, that's possible." Ye Ting smiled slightly, "Think of your Parseltongue, we all know that Voldemort is the heir to Slytherin, and through Parseltongue, he controlled the Basilisk. , why do you also speak Parseltongue as a Slytherin heir when you enter Gryffindor?"

"It's... because of Voldemort?" Harry finally believed, because he didn't think he would be the heir of Slytherin or anything.

"Yes."

"Then do you think...that dream...is real?"

"It may be true, it may be false." Ye Ting shook his head, "Even if you can have some connection with Voldemort, it doesn't mean you can see what Voldemort sees, what you dream of should be A memory. This memory may be real or it may be fabricated."

"But...he doesn't have a body of his own, right? But...then how could he possibly have a wand?" Harry said slowly.

"Mr. Ye's analysis is very reasonable, Potter." Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction, he explained to Harry what happened last night, and then said, "Mr. It has been revealed that Voldemort's power is growing."