Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

In the principal's office.

After listening to Snape briefly describe Barty Crouch Jr.'s request.

Dumbledore gently pushed down his glasses: "Crouch asked you to tell us the news?"

Snape nodded.

"Harry, what do you think?" Dumbledore turned his head.

Harry picked up his teacup and took a sip: "He still doesn't trust Professor Snape."

Dumbledore shook his head: "I mean Crouch's invitation."

"What else can we do?" Harry put down his glass, "Can we choose not to go?"

It has something to do with werewolves, and it has to make such a big noise.

"Doesn't the Ministry of Magic have some management methods for werewolves?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore shook his head: "The Ministry of Magic can't find any manpower right now."

He paused for a while and sighed helplessly: "The Ministry of Magic is still self-inspecting, but the director of the Auror office is Thicknesse, and Scrimgeour can barely guarantee the normal operation of the Ministry of Magic, but other than that, there is almost no other manpower available. .”

"In recent months, some things that should have been handled by the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, or the Department of Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts have all been carried out by Tonks, or Kingsley, and a few other proud people Scrimgeour can trust. Let's deal with it."

"However, Harry, the Ministry of Magic has already started discussing what kind of punishment Thicknesses should be given."

Harry shook his head and chuckled slightly: "Then it's been discussed for more than a month?"

The attitude of the Ministry of Magic is correct.

They seemed, indeed, to be thinking about how to punish those who had been Death Eaters.

But the problem is that many of them have been Death Eaters, and now they don't want to be liquidated, with knives on their necks. The only thing that made them feel lucky was that the person holding the knife was Scrimgeour, even though Potter and Dumbledore were standing behind him, after all, they hadn't held the knife yet, hadn't they?

These people want to rebel.

Those officials of the Ministry of Magic who have never been Death Eaters but are pure-blood families, except the Weasleys, all stand on the side of this group of "reformed" people.

The Ministry of Magic has never been a Ministry of Magic for wizards, it has always been a field of interest for these pure-blood families.

Of course, they hope that they can have privileges - even if there are some minor problems, they can escape the greatest punishment. It's amazing that they can be a noble pure-blood family when they get out of the Ministry of Magic like the Malfoy family did in the past.

Rather than the kind of attitude that Potter vaguely expressed, showing no mercy to Death Eaters.

On the contrary, those wizards of mixed blood and ordinary people seized the opportunity to intimidate them step by step—there had never been a wizard of ordinary people who became the Minister of Magic. The blood family has a natural disdain and disgust for half-blood wizards and wizards of ordinary people.

Cornelius Fudge is a typical example.

In the eyes of pure blood, although he came from a wizard family, there was no doubt that he was a mixed race.

Of course, in Fudge's own eyes, he was a noble pure-blood wizard.

It's about power, and they're at loggerheads.

If it weren't for Harry and Dumbledore's scruples, the Ministry of Magic of Great Britain would have been unable to function long ago.

"That means the Ministry of Magic can't count on it." Harry briefly concluded.

Dumbledore nodded.

Harry mused, "It looks like Barty Crouch Jr. is trying to lure us out of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's eyes were deep: "Oh?"

"Don't forget, he can sneak into Hogwarts without knowing it." Harry waved his hand.

"It's best for Lupine to go," Snape said. "Isn't he a werewolf? It's not out of order at all to have a furry party like this."

Dumbledore nodded: "I also think Lupine is the most suitable."

"The twenty-fifth, it's a full moon." Harry took out the moon phase calendar from the sorting hat, found the date, and said softly.

Snape said coldly, "Wouldn't it be more appropriate to let Lupine go?"

"Werewolves will not be infected with wolf disease again."

Harry got up: "Albus, you go and inform Uncle Remus, and I'll prepare some self-defense for him."

Two days later, Lupine, who was far away in the Germanic region, received a heavy letter.

There are Dumbledore's requests and Harry's orders.

And a whole bunch of potions.

Geralt has fully adapted to the way of life in this world, and he is so comfortable that he can hardly imagine - when they climbed a mountain and went deep into the forest, they even found a hotel run by a wizard. Carefully look for a place to spend the night in the mountains.

That night, Lupine returned to Great Britain.

After a few days of preparation.

Buy a train ticket to North Yorkshire and board the train from King's Cross, but not platform nine and three quarters.

He just sat down.

A burst of laurel scent hit, and a lady sat opposite him: "Sir, can I get to know you?"

Lupine shook his head decisively: "Sorry, I still have more."

Halfway through the speech, the nose moved slightly.

He looked up, surprised. Sitting opposite him was a tall lady with red hair, delicate facial features like marble sculptures, and a pair of golden eyes that seemed to be shining brightly in the sun.

She is a rare beauty.

"So now, sir, can we get to know each other?" This beautiful woman seemed to know how to use her appearance, she leaned forward slightly, and half put her hands on the table.

Lupine was calm: "Tonks?"

The beauty was taken aback, and after a moment, she frowned slightly: "Tonks? That doesn't sound like a lady's name."

"Don't make me call out your name." Lupine confirmed his speculation.

The beauty's expression collapsed: "Oh, no, Remus doesn't mean anything, how did you recognize me?"

"Smell." Lupine said simply.

Tonks widened his eyes and buried his head in his arms: "I don't think I have a serious body odor."

"It's perfume." Lupine waved his hand, "Don't talk about that, why are you here?"

Tonks said seriously: "Although the Ministry of Magic can't find any manpower to help, it's okay to just send an Auror out to help investigate the incident."

"That's dangerous, it's a werewolf gathering!" Lupine lowered his voice, took out his wand, and waved it under the table.

He is a master of silent spells, some not very advanced spells can be cast without chanting.

"I'm an Auror, Remus." Tonks said confidently, "The Ministry of Magic needs to know what the werewolves are up to."

Lupine looked at her and sighed softly, "But it was the day of the rally."

"I know, it's the full moon." Tonks continued without waiting for him to finish, "Don't worry, I will protect myself. If the werewolves riot, won't I run away?"