Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

A power outside of Great Britain?

The Order of the Phoenix looked serious.

Voldemort is a more terrifying dark wizard than Grindelwald. This saying has been widely circulated in the wizarding world of Great Britain, but it is only spread in the wizarding world of Great Britain. No matter how Voldemort is the Dark Lord, when he was active, those feet Never been able to step out of the British peninsula.

Neighboring countries have heard of it.

but.

Because of this, they don't really agree with the statement that "Voldemort is a more terrifying dark wizard after Grindelwald". They are more inclined to say that Dumbledore is old, and he doesn't have the advanced magic and strength before. That's why he couldn't solve Voldemort as quickly as he solved Grindelwald, and finally had to rely on a baby.

The greatest White Wizard is really old.

They all have such thoughts.

For the elderly, they respect and treat the elderly more lightly.

"Grindelwald?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore nodded: "Severus told me that Voldemort hopes to kill me as a price or reward, and invite him to join forces to deal with you, Harry."

As he spoke, he couldn't help laughing.

Most of the people at the table were unavoidably panicked. Scrimgeour's eyebrows were frowned and hung on the front door; Rita's face was very pale and her body was trembling; Arthur and Molly clasped their hands, and they spoke deeply. breathing.

"It seems that he really lost his temper." Harry shook his head, "Such a ridiculous thing can be done."

The uninformed people in the room looked in surprise.

absurd?

This is obviously a very possible thing, how can you get such an evaluation?

"Of course, Harry, you know those things, and of course you think it's ridiculous." Dumbledore shook his head, "But Tom doesn't know."

"Look at Arthur, look at Molly, look at them"

"They think like Tom."

He paused, and said in an inexplicably serious tone: "The previous generation's philosophy was that wizards were above ordinary people, but the dark wizards who were defeated by Dumbledore should hate Dumbledore very much."

"Though that's probably the case."

"But Guy." He was a little stunned, cleared his throat, and adjusted his emotions and voice, "But Grindelwald will not kill me, he hopes that I can be like him, imprisoned in a cage for the rest of my life inside."

Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief: "So, Grindelwald won't join forces with the mysterious man?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "Who knows?"

"That's Grindelwald, and no one can guess what he's thinking, what he's going to think."

This sentence made the atmosphere that had just been relaxed suddenly tense again.

"Don't worry, Grindelwald won't team up with Voldemort." Harry shook his head, "Although I haven't had much contact with Grindelwald, I don't think he would like Voldemort... and the group of people wandering around Huo Grimmord picks on little wizards and steals their pocket-money rubbish, no difference."

The others looked strange.

Grabbing pocket money from little wizards?

this.

They couldn't tell for a while, whether Harry was calling them a group of people who were only at the level of little wizards, or calling Voldemort that he had no talent at all.

Dumbledore tapped the table lightly, and the remaining honey on the plate flew up and fell into the cup. He picked it up and took a sip: "Voldemort is not troublesome, but now werewolves, goblins, and giants are more troublesome."

"Werewolves can solve it." Harry looked at Dumbledore.

"Giant, I'll ask Ruburt to go." Dumbledore thought thoughtfully, "Our dear Professor Hagrid has always been very good at dealing with those creatures."

Harry went on: "Goblins to Mundungus."

He looked over.

This sly-eyed man was trying hard to stuff the plate into his arms, but Kreacher seemed to have been on guard for a long time, and cast magic on the plate. When he was unprepared, the plate suddenly came alive and bit him hard. It grew a pair of stickman-like feet, and ran to the center of the table.

Mundungus and Sirius looked at each other, and smiled: "Of course, I will try my best."

Sirius sneered, snapped his fingers lightly, and the plate in the middle of the table disappeared immediately.

This is my own home.

Lupine took a deep breath: "I can try to convince the werewolf."

"Not yet." Harry shook his head.

Lupine had a tough attitude: "At least do some foreshadowing first."

"I can be with Remus." Tonks immediately raised his hand.

Everyone, including Scrimgeour, cast teasing glances at her.

Tonks' hair instantly turned pink, and he said with a firm mouth, "I'm just doing my duty as an Auror!"

"Ahem." Scrimgeour coughed twice, and was about to say a few words as the head of the Auror's office.

Tonks' eyes were sharp, and he looked over immediately.

She added, "Kingsley wants to protect the Muggle Prime Minister."

"Mr Scrimgeour is the Director."

"None of the other Aurors are members of the Order, so I guess I'm the only one who can do this."

Dumbledore glanced at Harry.

Harry nodded.

Lupine resisted a little - it was too dangerous to be in contact with werewolves, and he was a werewolf himself, so he didn't mind being beaten up, but if Tonks would follow along.

Dumbledore didn't see what Lupine meant at all, he smiled and continued: "Very well, Tonks, as an Auror, you should have such awareness."

"Then I leave this matter to you and Remus."

Tonks raised his head and hummed twice triumphantly.

Dumbledore looked at Scrimgeour again: "Rufus, I've never talked too much about the Ministry of Magic. Everything is up to you. If you need any help, just ask Harry."

Scrimgeour nodded.

Dumbledore looked at Rita, but didn't speak.

The ladybug covered its head and lay down listlessly on the table: "I know, Mr. Dumbledore, you don't have to stress, I will go and look for those things you said."

"There are two unknown things that the mysterious man asked his servants to keep?"

"Don't worry, I'll do my best to find them."

Her attitude was firm, but the words that came out of her mouth were weak, as if she had been sprayed with two catties of insecticide.

The Council of the Order of the Phoenix ended very late.

For dinner they enjoyed Kreacher's cooking for the first time.

This crazy-looking, old house-elf, after all, has served the Black family all his life. He is a very good elf, and his craftsmanship is much better than those of Hogwarts. Everyone is full of praise. Kreacher fully embodies the noblest qualities of a good house-elf, providing the best service without making any sense of presence in front of his master.

even.

What surprised many people was that they obviously didn't tell Kreacher about their preferences and taboos, but the food that Kreacher made could satisfy them and fit their preferences.

Is this a real house-elf?

Molly was very moved.

He even wished he could drag Arthur to the Ministry of Magic immediately and pick a qualified house elf to buy back.

But when Arthur told her a price, Molly immediately extinguished her impulse and threw the idea into the cold Siberian ice field.

House-elves don't get paid, of course.

But the Ministry of Magic wants money.

A house-elf with decent appearance and personality costs hundreds of Galleons. Even a defective product like Kreacher's before must be dozens of Galleons larger. This is not what the Weasley family should consider. thing.

"Kreacher is actually not good." Molly muttered, "It's usually nagging, and although the housework is done beautifully, but before I took care of Black's old house, it only needs to do the last step. "

"And I'm not familiar with Black's old house, and I dare not touch many things."

"I tidy up our house better than it does."

"And the cooking skills are very average. The cream soup doesn't even put pepper! It's not as good as mine. No matter what kind of soup, you should add a little pepper. This is the secret of deliciousness."

Arthur kept nodding in agreement.

Things about the Death Eaters didn't go so well.

Although the Department of Magical Law Enforcement basically did not obey the minister's orders, it had just launched a surprise search of a pure-blood family and was stopped immediately. Thicknesse personally led the Magical Law Enforcement Team to stop Scrimgeour, and the two groups even A fight broke out outside a pure-blood family, and several people were wounded and sent to St. Mungo's.

The incident made headlines in The Quibbler.

It is strong evidence to question whether "Minister Thinknes" still has control over the Ministry of Magic.

In recent years, the Ministry of Magic seems to be having a hard time settling down.

Cornelius Fudge's disgraceful ouster, and Thicknesse's tendency to do so, made competition in the Ministry more intense and more pronounced.

This gave Rita Skeeter a great opportunity. When all eyes were on the Ministry of Magic, she sneaked into the manors of those pure-blood families almost unhindered, and collected information without burden. Within a month, she used up three rolls of film, took the developed photos, and went to Hogwarts to find Dumbledore and Harry.

In the principal's office.

Rita stood uneasy, even though Dumbledore motioned her to sit down several times, she dared not, standing would make her feel more at ease.

"During this time, you seem to have regained the fun you had before?" Harry flipped through the photos one by one, looked up at Rita, and spoke calmly.

Most of these photos serve no purpose to them.

The lace news of each family.

Letters from dates with mistresses, lovers, photos secretly taken during trysts, and something even more outlandish - there is a pure-blood family patriarch who secretly takes his greatest pleasure in playing "a loyal pit bull terrier".

Perhaps Voldemort would have liked it.

After all, they all have one thing in common—that is, extraordinary abnormality.

But Harry wasn't interested in any of that.

Dumbledore is slightly, but not nearly as much, as Godric and the Sorting Hat.

As for what they were most concerned about, the reports about the Horcruxes, or whether Tom had asked those pure-blood families to keep anything for him, there was no clue.