Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The Ministry of Magic has been much more peaceful since Umbridge disappeared.

Thicknesses didn't pursue it.

The other officials didn't care either.

No one cares where she goes.

Only Mr. Umbridge, the cleaner in the Ministry of Magic who has the least sense of presence in the Ministry of Magic, occasionally visits his daughter's former office with an indescribably sad expression on his face. He is the only one who still remembers that there was a Senior Undersecretary of "Dolores Umbridge".

Voldemort didn't move either.

Death Eaters only take revenge on former Death Eaters.

Every day, the "Daily Prophet" will publish which pure-blood wizard and former Death Eater has been retaliated, tortured, or killed, but it is limited to this. Most ordinary wizards, You can only see traces of the Death Eaters in the newspapers.

At the end of April, Black's old house.

The Order of the Phoenix has not met for a long time.

Molly walked in, looked at the room in surprise, and muttered in a low voice, "So clean?"

"I thought if I didn't come here for half a year, the place would become messy again."

The hallway was cleaned, and as they walked in, two pairs of slippers were held up and gently dropped in front of them.

Arthur lifted his foot.

A pair of invisible hands took off his shoes for him.

Molly was even more surprised: "Blake's old house still has this ability?"

"It's always been there, but it didn't work before." Arthur turned his head and explained in a low voice, "Sirius said that Kreacher has been very obedient recently, and Black's old house finally has some previous functions."

Molly nodded, put on her slippers, and looked at her original shoes, which were stuffed into the shoe cabinet.

The moment the cabinet door was opened, you could still see a lot of cleaning spells running inside.

She nodded thoughtfully.

Can this function also be put into your own home?

They walked to the living room on the second floor, where other members of the Order of the Phoenix were already there.

Dumbledore, Harry, Tonks

Including the recently joined Scrimgeour.

"Sorry, it's a little late to pick up Molly when I go home." Arthur waved to them.

Dumbledore shook his head: "No, Kreacher is still making desserts, so it's just in time."

Molly stared at the glass that automatically floated to her hand, and it was even more incredible that Kreacher had not only started to clean up, but even started to cook, performing the duties of a house elf.

This is completely different from Kreacher in her impression.

While they were chatting, plates flew towards them and landed lightly in front of them, and then a variety of desserts floated on the plates.

Molly is a mousse cake, one of her favorite desserts.

Harry was divided into muffins, topped with a drizzle of strawberry jam.

Dumbledore's is also a muffin, unlike Harry's, it's almost soaked in honey, like amber.

"Dessert is here, we have to get down to business." Dumbledore picked up the drink in hand and took a sip. It was the kind of honey water he drank in the office.

"Let me sum it up."

"Harry and I speculate that Voldemort may have seven Horcruxes, and now we know five, and we have destroyed four of them, leaving only one Ravenclaw diadem that was made into a Horcrux."

"Some time ago, I went to Albania. You may not know it, but Voldemort hid there until he returned to Great Britain. Ravenclaw's crown, after being stolen by Helena thousands of years ago, has been hiding there. hiding in Albania."

"But I've searched almost all over Albania, and I can't find the missing diadem. After I know something, not even Voldemort can hide it from me."

He picked up the knife and fork, cut off a piece of muffin, and after eating, continued: "There is only one possibility, Voldemort did not hide the diadem in Albania."

"Miss Rita, have you found anything?"

Rita, who was called, quickly put down the black coffee in her hand, swallowed the thing in her mouth, and nodded: "I've been keeping an eye on Malfoy Manor recently."

Speaking of this, she paused, glanced at Harry, and quickly explained: "Goblins really don't have any sense of existence, but I think that Legnac might contact the mysterious man. Of course, I was very careful, I hid far away , and without magical peeking, Muggle props are indeed useful."

She pulled out a telescope and some monitors from her bag.

"During this time, many people secretly visited the mysterious man."

"Especially when there are more revenge incidents by the Death Eaters, more people visit him."

At this moment, Rita realized that she should be a witch, took out her wand, and waved lightly: "This is the list of people who have visited the mysterious people during this time."

Dumbledore waved.

The list flew, approaching him, split in two, and the other fell in front of Harry.

"A lot of familiar friends." Dumbledore whispered.

Harry glanced at it.

"Caro", "Avery", "Knott".

"We should test that idea." Harry waved his hand and sent the list back to Rita, "Skeeter, you may be asked to do some dangerous work."

"Go and find out which families on these lists might be keeping things that Voldemort gave them."

Rita was startled, and shrank her head: "I want to sneak into their home?"

Harry nodded.

Rita muttered, "But I'm just an ordinary Animagus."

Scrimgeour said, "Our Auror office can conduct routine inspections, so it will be better than Miss Skeeter."

"Where's Thicknesse?" Harry asked.

Scrimgeour spread his hands: "Because of Harry's incident, there are many people in the Ministry of Magic who are dissatisfied with him, and it has been half a year, and many people have realized that Thicknesse's essence is similar to Fudge, even Fudge is better than him. With ability, at least for now, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement rarely executes his orders."

"The director doesn't like him very much."

"A lot of his orders went over us."

"In this matter, we can completely pass him."

Rita breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past, she was very keen to sneak into someone's family, but now, she is most afraid of these things, it is not safe at all, and it is not impossible for the Animagus to be discovered.

Dumbledore said: "Let's go together."

"This will protect Rita as well."

Rita sighed: "Do I have to go? Mr. Scrimgeour isn't"

"Mr Scrimgeour can't see how they're pretending," interrupted Harry.

Rita sighed again.

Dumbledore waved his hand, ate another muffin, and his eyes fell on a man with mischievous eyes and unshaven beard in the corner of the long table.

The others followed suit.

Molly frowned.

Scrimgeour's eyes were sharp.

This is a person who was brought in by Dumbledore, but has never been very popular - "Mundungus" who was called a thief by Molly.

"Mr. Dumbledore, let me say that Miss Skeeter is too elegant." Mundungus took out his pipe, "These news are not gossip, and you can't overhear it by standing by the window."

He took out a match and snickered.

Molly waved her wand, and the flame that had just started was extinguished.

Unwilling to give up, he struck another fire.

Molly waved her wand again.

"Mrs. Weasley." He couldn't sit still and looked over with dissatisfaction.

"There are still minors here." Molly glanced at Harry and reminded him.

Mundungus muttered: "Harry is already a big boy, he can drink a bottle of dragon's blood whiskey by himself, what's wrong with this thing."

"Sorry, I'm not sixteen yet." Harry said blankly.

in the laws of Great Britain.

Only those over the age of sixteen can touch this thing.

Mundungus put the pipe back in a daze: "Several customers who have done business with me have told me that everything looks normal on the surface, but... the Death Eaters have already made a mess of the underground world. Turned upside down."

"The goblins have recently been buying ores, especially silver iron, in large quantities and without any cover. I really don't know where they get so many Galleons."

Scrimgeour couldn't sit still: "They?"

"How dare they?"

Mundungus spread his hands: "The Ministry of Magic doesn't care about this."

"Recently, most of your efforts have been focused on maintaining order on the bright side."

What an impeccable reason, Scrimgeour frowned, and began to review the orders issued by Thicknesse during this period-whether there will be similar ones, it seems that there will be no problems, but in fact, it has already fermented and affected him not to pay attention to the place.

Mundungus took a sip of his drink and continued, "I'm afraid the goblins will rebel again."

"And giants."

"I heard that the Death Eaters also visited the giant tribe recently, but I don't know the specific result. You know, giants are not easy to say hello at all."

Having said that, he paused.

"There are also werewolves. They are also preparing now. Those black magic creatures will probably continue to support the mysterious people."

Harry waited for him to finish speaking, and waved his hand: "Has Raignac been found?"

Mundungus was stunned, and shook his head: "Fairies are very cautious, Harry, I remember that your history of magic is also O, then you should know that goblins often rebel, and they are very experienced in this."

"Nobody knows where they are."

Harry didn't say anything, just stared at him.

"Well, well." Mundungus sighed, "I'll find Legnus for you, Harry, but."

He raised his right hand, pinched his thumb, index finger, and middle finger together, and placed it in front of his eyes, looking at Harry from a distance through the hollow hole.

This is a gesture asking for money.

"You did, and I'll negotiate a good discount for you at the Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop." Harry nodded.

Mundungus's eyes glowed: "The Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop? George and Fred are not as easy-going as their father."

Arthur twisted his body.

Harry said calmly, "George and Fred are Weasleys, and I'm brothers."

Mundungus slammed the table down: "It's a deal!"

Dumbledore cleared his throat: "Speaking of werewolves and giants, I got news that maybe Voldemort will consider assistance from outside Great Britain."

Three chapters today! ! ! Two more chapters tonight! ! ! !