HP Magic Biography

Dumbledore, I'm afraid I don't see any connection between the two, not at all! This was the voice of Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

Luther said that the best thing about Posy is getting lost. We should have found her by now, I admit, but all the same, we have no evidence of cheating or private dirty dealing. Dumbledore, at all No. How do you connect her disappearance with what happened to Crouch?

And what do you think happened to Crouch, Mr. Minister? said Moody's deep voice.

I see two possibilities, Alastor, said Fudge, One is that Crouch ended up having a schizophrenia - and from his record, and I think you'll agree, he's more than just like - insane , and wandering around—”

And how fast he's loitering, if that's true, Connelly, said Dumbledore quietly.

Or—well... Fudge sounded embarrassed.

Okay. I'll have to see where he was found before I can draw a conclusion, but you said it's not far from Beauxbaton's carriage? Dumbledore, do you know that woman?

I think she's a very conscientious headmistress - and she dances very well, said Dumbledore flatly.

Now, Dumbledore! said Fudge angrily, you shouldn't be particularly fond of her because of Hagrid, they're not harmless - if, in fact, you can say that Hagrid is harmless. Damn, even with that monster following him—

I treat both of them equally, neither Hagrid nor Madam Maxime. Dumbledore remained calm, I think you are biased, Connelly.

Can we pause the discussion for now? Moody growled.

Okay, okay, let's go to the forest together. Connelly said impatiently.

No, I didn't mean that, said Moody, because Potter and Al want to say a few words to you, Dumbledore. They're right outside the door.

The office door opened.

Fan Lin sorted it out, and the eavesdropping probably ended here.

Hi, Al Potter, said Moody, come in.

Harry walked in.

He had been in Dumbledore's office before; it was a very beautiful round room,

The walls are lined with photos of Hogwarts' previous headmasters and wives, all sleeping soundly, their chests heaving slightly.

Fudge stood beside Dumbledore's table, wearing his usual pinstriped overcoat and gray-green bowler hat.

Harry! Fudge called cheerfully, stepping forward. How are you?

Fine! Harry lied. We're talking about Mr. Crouch being found in the forest that night. Law said, You found him, didn't you?

No, it's Fanlin... Harry said.

Then, thinking it would be impolite to pretend he hadn't overheard their conversation outside the door, he added: I didn't see Madame Maxime anywhere, maybe she has work to do, doesn't she?

Dumbledore smiled at Fudge from behind his back, blinking.

Really. Fudge looked embarrassed, he mistakenly found the person, and then Maxim was not there.

Fan Lin raised his head to look at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore's gaze became flat.

Fudge smiled awkwardly at Fan Lin. Between Harry and Fan Lin, he was more optimistic about Harry, but Fan Lin's identity...

We're going into the forest for a while, Harry, Al, so please excuse me... maybe you go back to the classroom first—

I want to talk to you, Professor. Fan Lin said quickly, looking at Dumbledore, who gave him a questioning look.

Wait for me here, you guys, said Dumbledore, we'll be back soon, it won't take long.

They went out together and closed the door.

After a minute or two, Harry heard the sound of Moody's wooden legs banging on the ground below, farther and farther away, and he looked around.

Fan Lin had completely relaxed, You can take a look around, Harry. Immediately afterwards, Fan Lin took out some small pastries.

Would you like some snacks? Fan Lin said, Fan Lin lost curiosity about Dumbledore's office early on, he came here more than once, and even discussed with these principals.

Forget it. Harry forced a smile, I'd better take a look.

Fan Lin nodded, Harry really needed to relax.

Hello, Fox. Fan Lin stood up, and immediately picked up Fox's food and fed it.

Fox, the professor's phoenix, was standing on a golden perch by the door. It was as big as a swan and had beautiful bright red and gold plumage.

It was rustling its long tail, looking at the two of them affectionately.

Harry sat down at Dumbledore's table.

For several minutes he sat watching the old Headmaster and his ladies dozing in the frame, thinking about what he had just heard, and running his hand over his scar, which was painless now.

He felt calmer because he was already in Dumbledore's office after all, and would soon be able to tell him about the dream. Harry looked up at the wall behind the desk: the patched, battered hat was On a shelf next to it was a glass case containing a very beautiful silver sword with a large ruby ​​key on the hilt, which he recognized as the one he had pulled out of his hat in second grade The sword, which once belonged to Godric Gryffindor, the builder of the house where Harry lived.

He gazed at it and remembered how it had helped him in his despair.

Then he noticed a small piece of silver light jumping and flickering on the glass box. He looked around for the source of the light, and then he saw a silvery light coming from a dark cupboard behind him because the door wasn't closed properly.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Fox and Fan Lin, Fan Lin didn't intend to come over, he was having fun with Fox.

Harry paused, then stood up, walked to the cupboard, and opened the door.

There stood a shallow stone basin, with queer carvings on the rim, like strange letters and symbols, none of which Harry recognized; Leigh had never seen anything before.

He didn't even know the substance.

Whether it is liquid or gas, it has a bright silvery white color, and it is still moving; its surface ripples like the wind blowing across the water, and yet, like a cloud, it parted and swirled.

It was liquid like light - and solid like wind - and it was hard for Harry to tell.