Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

He stretched out his hand, the palm covered with glistening sweat stains.

Dumbledore gave him a shallow shake: Connelly, I didn't expect you to come here so late.

As a minister, I have to think about the future of the Ministry of Magic. Cornelius Fudge took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow, Although it is clearly written in the letter, I think it is necessary to come here in person .”

Dumbledore motioned for him to sit down.

Fudge shook his head: Albus, there's no time for small talk anymore, the school council has decided to be in London tomorrow...

I'm afraid not tomorrow. Dumbledore shook his head decisively.

Fudge was stunned for a moment, his eyelids couldn't help but twitched, his voice was stuck, and his voice was distorted: This is the school board...

I know, you don't need to repeat it. Dumbledore interrupted again, with a gentle tone, but not tomorrow.

I'm the Headmaster, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and I have to stay here.

Fudge tried to be tough, bared his teeth and claws, and asked sharply: But you failed to protect the students, how many? How many is this?

Dumbledore said nothing, just looked at him calmly.

Fudge poked his neck.

How many? So how many? Harry asked in silence, expressionless.

There was some tentative interest in Dumbledore's eyes.

Fudge looked embarrassed, opened his mouth, gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes and looked at Harry, just about to vent his hostility on this closed-eyed little wizard, his eyes met the cat pupil, letting the words get stuck in his throat, Can't spit it out.

It's the famous Harry Potter.

Harry, if we don't stop the current situation, this number is just the beginning. Fudge took a deep breath, his tone became gentler, The result will get worse and worse, and the number will become bigger and bigger.

Harry grinned and curled his lips.

What a familiar phrase.

The result is still not sure how many?

Principal Dumbledore, we have to be responsible for the students. Fudge looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him, and after such an interruption, he vented his momentum again and again, You can't be so willful...

Dumbledore waved his hand and interrupted him for the third time: You are the ones who will be willful, and I will be responsible to the students by staying.

But the school board has the power to review the principal to determine whether he is qualified to hold this position, and the principal must also cooperate. Fudge gritted his teeth, speaking in a hurry, and finally uttered a complete sentence.

So... what about the approval documents from the school directors? Dumbledore stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers.

Fudge was taken aback.

Connelly, you are the Minister of Magic, you need to be more mature. Dumbledore said earnestly.

Fudge held down his hat: I'm mature now, Albus, and I know what I'm doing.

I hope so. Dumbledore smiled.

The approval letter from the school board that you hoped for will be handed over to you as soon as possible, so you should be ready. Fudge stepped back, his words appeared embarrassed, and his figure was the same as his words.

He's afraid of you. Harry said softly, looking at the open door.

Dumbledore swung his wand and closed the door: There have been rumors that I want to replace him as Minister of Magic.

Wizards should stay out of politics. Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore was a little surprised: Harry, you always surprise me, but I didn't realize this until a long time after I became an adult.

Is it related to your old lover of the fortune teller? Harry asked back.

Snape pressed the corners of his mouth to keep himself from laughing.

Meg was a little overwhelmed.

We don't have much time left. Dumbledore said in a flat tone, easily skimming over the topic, Up to five days, or even less, as long as they don't ask them to take money, their work efficiency has always been very fast.

We need to find Voldemort before then.

Harry said, Legiliency.

Dumbledore was taken aback.

Mind-reading spell, just read his thoughts directly. Harry looked at Dumbledore seriously, You don't have to be so polite to him.

Dumbledore shook his head: Actually I did.

His complexion became complicated: I didn't expect Lockhart... to be that kind of person.

I thought he was just stealing someone else's experience, but he's taking it a step further.

A lot of things that I didn't expect, but no memory of anything like Voldemort.

Where's Veritaserum? Harry asked again.

Snape sneered: There is no need to talk about these conventional methods that even people with troll brains can think of. I have already used them on him.

Dumbledore turned back in surprise: Severus, you never told me this.

Your weak, pedantic mind will only stop me. Snape shook his head, his words sharp as a knife, I used it on him during the Christmas break.

But it didn't work.

Although Veritaserum is useful, it is not a panacea.

That disgusting, slug-like thing has been cast with an extremely advanced secrecy spell.

Dumbledore rubbed his head: You can trust me, it's just Veritaserum. For the safety of the students, I can go too far. That night, I cast a spell in his office, and his every move was monitored by me.

Including him dating schoolgirls? Harry interrupted suddenly.

Dumbledore's expression froze: Actually, after Minerva told him, he restrained himself a lot. Really, it was only twice during this period.

But it's only been a week since the Christmas holiday. Harry said blankly.

I've been watching his whole life. Even a well-informed man like Dumbledore, after telling the truth, looked a little unnatural, I'm sure Lockhart didn't deceive my demons. curse.

The books were not transferred.

I didn't communicate with anything weird either.

Just a little soliloquy now and then.

Harry grabbed a few words: Talk to yourself?

You are as I suspected. Dumbledore nodded. Voldemort is on him.

But I checked, and Quirrell couldn't hide it from me, and it's impossible for him to have this ability...

Since it's on him, it's easy to handle. Harry spread his hands, Do you still remember the reason I told you, to fire him.

Professor McGonagall said solemnly: I agree, Albus, even if he doesn't have that dangerous thing on him, he should drive this scum and scum out of the castle.

student!

I have never heard of any professor who would fall in love with a student, and more than one person, at the same time, more than one person.

Harry commented: His face is really good, very attractive.

It has nothing to do with appearance. Mag gritted his teeth, He has broken through all the bottom lines that a professor should have.

Dumbledore stood up: Since Madam Vice-Principal has said so—

He turned to Snape.

Snape nodded, succinctly: Second.

The head of Slytherin House also agrees, and the head of Ravenclaw also has no objection, so as the headmaster, I have to respect your choice.

He waved his wand.

A quill was rustling on the table, and after a while, a stack of paper cranes flew out.

Thanks to nine fat orange cats for their reward~

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