I, Hogwarts Second Week

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"Crazy?" The first thing Hermione thought of was whether Voldemort was crazy. But when she thought of the news in the Daily Prophet just now, she understood a little more.

But this is still shocking news.

Because

"He will drag the whole world into war."

"Maybe this is Voldemort's purpose." Owen analyzed calmly, his eyes sharp and deep, "He wants to create panic and chaos, so that the wizarding world and the Muggle world will completely break up, and the pure blood and Muggle blood will break up, so as to establish a ruling order for pure-blood wizards."

Hermione and Owen looked at each other, and both saw worry in each other's eyes. They knew that Voldemort's ambition had never changed, but-as the world became more and more chaotic, Owen did not expect Voldemort to be so crazy to achieve his goal!

Harry also saw the content of the letter.

His expression immediately became serious.

"What should we do?" He asked nervously.

Owen raised his head and looked at everyone firmly, "We need to tell Professor Dumbledore about this news immediately. If he, the president of the Federation, immediately sends a message to the Ministry of Magic of each country to allocate personnel to protect the heads of Muggles in each country, we may be able to save or even repair the relationship between Muggles and wizards."

Hermione nodded in agreement, "Yes, we need Professor Dumbledore to deal with this crisis."

Harry thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

So, they immediately got up and prepared to go to Professor Dumbledore's office.

All of a sudden, everyone rushed out of the hall like crazy horses.

Hurry towards the entrance of the principal's office.

Without any obstruction, several people passed the stone beast directly and climbed the automatic spiral staircase behind the stone beast.

At the top of the stairs is the office door, the oak door is shining.

But at this moment, the little wizards are not in the mood to appreciate it. They just want to push the door open and break in.

But when they pushed the door, they found that the oak door was closed.

"What's going on?" Hermione frowned. She tried to push it a few times, but there was no response.

"It seems that Professor Dumbledore is not in the office, or he doesn't want to be disturbed." Owen said in a deep voice.

"At such a critical moment!" Hermione said anxiously.

Suddenly, a hurried sound of footsteps came from the spiral staircase.

The little wizards immediately turned around vigilantly, and saw a figure in a black robe hurriedly walking towards them. When they saw the face of the person coming, they couldn't help but be surprised.

"Snape?" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"Professor, Poter! Really uneducated, Gryffindor deducts ten points!" Professor Snape's face was gloomy, and he seemed to be worried. He glanced at a few people, then stopped and looked at them with a complicated look.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice low and serious.

"We want to find Professor Dumbledore." Owen answered directly.

Snape was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Professor Dumbledore is meeting with the Minister of Magic!"

Hermione and Owen looked at each other, with a flash of surprise in their eyes. At this time, the Minister of Magic came to see Professor Dumbledore in person?

Did the other party notice something?

"Did Rufus Scrimgeour come to see Professor Dumbledore because of Voldemort?" Harry asked.

Hearing this, Snape's face immediately became gloomier, "This is not something you should care about, Pott. You..."

"That's perfect." Owen interrupted him, "What we are going to report to Professor Dumbledore is also related to Scrimgeour."

Professor Snape frowned, as if he was surprised by their words. He looked at them deeply, as if he was weighing something.

"What important things can you report to Professor Dumbledore?" There was a hint of doubt and disdain in his voice.

"Of course it's about our dear senior Tom!" Owen said with a smile.

Hearing this, Snape's expression became more serious.

Immediately, he stopped talking and stretched out his wand.

He knocked on the oak door a few times.

It felt a bit like the wall behind the Leaky Cauldron leading to Diagon Alley.

Then there was a "click".

The oak door opened.

Several people pushed the door open.

In the room.

Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk processing complicated documents.

Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour was standing at the bottom of the stairs not far from him.

The two stopped talking at the same time.

They looked at the door. Their faces were full of seriousness and confusion.

Professor Snape stood aside, his eyes swept over Harry, Hermione and Owen, and then turned to Dumbledore.

"Professor!"

Hermione was the first to speak.

"Something happened."

"Slow down, Miss Granger. What happened?"

Dumbledore motioned for them to sit down.

The gentle tone was mixed with endless fatigue.

Owen walked over and handed the letter passed by Bella to Dumbledore.

"News about Big Dog Cousin."

Dumbledore took the letter with a normal expression.

Just a glance.

His expression became solemn.

"Combined with his previous behavior, I think the news is very likely to be accurate." Owen continued.

"I know, I know." Dumbledore murmured, frowning.

He slowly stood up and walked down the stairs.

The dim light in the room made his back look long.

"This is an unprecedented crisis," he said.

On the wall of the principal's office, the portraits of past principals who were drowsy but secretly squinting suddenly became calmer.

They were whispering to each other, and it was obvious that the portrait had seen the letter that Bella had just delivered.

"What happened?" Rufus Scrimgeour said sternly.

He came here to discuss with Dumbledore the wizard who was killed by Muggles.

This news caused an uproar in the wizarding world.

The Ministry of Magic must take a stance.

Only then did Owen pay attention to the new Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour.

Honestly, they've met before.

The 'Auror' minister with tawny hair, thick eyebrows, and a pair of sharp eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses looked like an old lion.

The feeling given by the previous two ministers is completely different.

Needless to say, Fudge sounded like a glib bureaucrat.

Barty Crouch is a political officer who has been deeply involved in politics for many years.

Rufus is different. He looks sharp and tough, without the greasy feeling of a civil servant.

Owen knows the man.

When he joined the Ministry of Magic, the department he entered was the Auror Office. Throughout his life, he devoted most of his energy to dealing with dark wizards, so he would never underestimate Voldemort's power or take chances.

"Tom may attack Muggle leaders in various European countries." Dumbledore said calmly.

But this was nothing less than a bolt from the blue to Rufus Scrimgeour.

"What!" He stared at Dumbledore in shock.

"Is the news reliable?" he added immediately.

"Believable," Dumbledore said shortly.

"this"

Rufus Scrimgeour's face turned pale instantly. He was obviously shocked by the news. As the head of the Auror Office, he was well aware of the terror and danger of Voldemort. If Voldemort really started attacking Muggle leaders, it would be an unimaginable disaster.

This will inevitably lead to an all-out war between Muggles and wizards.

It even takes the whole world back to the dark ages of the Middle Ages.

"We need to take action immediately!" he said urgently, "immediately contact the Ministry of Magic of various European countries and ask them to organize manpower, as well as the Federation, to ask for help from the Ministry of Magic of other continents to reinforce us."

At this time, the wizard killed by the Muggles was no longer important to Rufus Scrimgeour.

He is just a dark wizard, and when he dies, he dies.

It's just that someone scolded the Ministry of Magic for being incompetent.

But if Voldemort is allowed to attack the heads of European countries, then Merlin - maybe the world will come to an unpredictable end.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement. "Yes, we must act immediately," he said: "But by far, the intelligence we need most is to understand his action plan in order to formulate effective countermeasures."

The old principal's blue eyes fell on Snape, who had been standing in the corner.

The other party understood, nodded, and then strode out of the principal's office.

"Intelligence, intelligence!" Rufus Scrimgeour took a deep breath and suppressed the anxiety in his heart, "Where did we get the information about the mysterious man?"

He looked at Dumbledore.

Suddenly, he frowned - "Did you -"

"No, Rufus. I don't know everything." Dumbledore shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't trust Rufus Scrimgeour enough, but that he was not under his eyes and might be caught by Voldemort that day. , Occlumency may be able to prevent others from prying into his secrets, but what about the [Pretender] directly invading the soul and body?

And brutal physical torture - he couldn't create risks.

"Now, you should return to the Ministry of Magic immediately and formulate a plan to protect Mr. Prime Minister."

He issued an eviction order.

Rufus Scrimgeour naturally heard it.

A hint of displeasure flashed across his face.

I immediately understood why both Barty Crouch and Fudge finally parted ways with Dumbledore.

This old man has never regarded them as his own people. If he doesn't share information, they are like blind and deaf people!

Just a tool for him to realize his plan.

This would be intolerable to any Minister of Magic who wanted to be in power.

but.

Rufus Scrimgeour said nothing, but walked straight to the fireplace in the office, which was connected to the Ministry of Magic's floo network.

One last deep look at Dumbledore and his children.

In a burst of green fire, Rufus Scrimgeour left.

——But——After all, in this troubled era, this legendary wizard is needed.

There was nothing he could do about it.

"Owen, do you have any ideas?" After Rufus Scrimgeour left, Dumbledore asked the past principals on the wall.

"I don't have any ideas." Owen said bluntly, "Our actions are destined to be in vain."

"No matter how tight the protection is, there will definitely not be enough manpower. It may be possible to protect a few, but with so many countries in Europe, there must be leaders whose protection is not in place and Death Eaters take advantage of them."

"I just can't figure it out, why would he do this?" Owen frowned slightly, "To avenge his subordinates?"

The dark wizard who was killed by Muggles.

"I'm afraid no one will believe it if I tell you."

"Why is that? To enslave Muggles?"

"This doesn't make sense. If it's to enslave Muggles, then secretly controlling them is much more prudent than killing them. No matter what aspect, Voldemort should not do such a thing. This is not in his interest."

"Perhaps this is not his will?" Dumbledore said suddenly.

"It's not him?" Owen rubbed his chin, "Is it an alien god?"

"Outer gods do have behaviors that can absorb souls to strengthen themselves, whether it's the [Pretender] ritual we met in Egypt before, or the crazy attacks of the Dead that do not distinguish between wizards and Muggles, or even - dementors."

"It's possible," Dumbledore said. "If it is really an outside god who is behind the scenes, then things are much more complicated than we imagined."

"We still have too little information right now," Owen said. "if."

"What! Do you want us, the children of the Black family, to pry open that damn half-breed bastard's mouth?" At this moment, a portrait of the principal suddenly burst out on the wall. Owen looked up and saw that it was Feeney. Yas Nigellus Black, he looks like a very smart wizard with black hair and dark eyes. He has sparse eyebrows and a goatee.

He is also Sirius's grandfather.

"It's not impossible," Owen said calmly, "Compared to the blood feud on her hands, I think this ending is not a bad thing."

"Damn it, boy Rozier, what did you say!"

"Okay, Phineas! Don't be angry with a child." Another principal spoke.

Principal Armando Dippet looked at Owen and said, "But, I don't think that Black junior can get anything out of Voldemort."

"What are you talking about?" Phineas yelled at Principal Armando Dippet, "Do you think the noble Black is just a tool? Just throw it away after use, no matter whether he lives or lives!"

"I have never felt this way." Principal Armando Dippet said calmly.

"You have!" Phineas's face was full of anger. "Look, my good-for-nothing great-great-grandson, that fool, was tricked by Dumbledore, and those three sisters. One of them actually married Mud. Damn it! Merlin, is the Black family going to die?"

"That's enough, Phineas!" Another voice shouted angrily from another portrait, "I just thought I heard a disgusting word coming out of your mouth."

"Dalys! We should have voted to move this pureblood out of the principal's office."

"You're right, I agree."

"agree."

"agree!"

All of a sudden, Sirius' grandfather caused outrage, and suddenly the whole office was filled with voices denouncing him.

"I am the principal! The legal principal of Hogwarts, you have no right to do this!" Phineas angrily scolded many principals and started a verbal war with them.

"Noble Blake."

"Okay." Owen, who was upset by the noise, roared loudly, "Why are you noble Black? The tribe is about to be destroyed, and you still have no dignity!"

"If you have any thoughts, you might as well think about how to make your great-great-grandson give birth to offspring."

"He doesn't really like men, does he?"

"."

Harry on the side suddenly broke out of the abyss of crisis and looked at Owen with a dull look on his face.

Wait—what did he just say?

"Boy, what did you say?" Phineas stared at Owen with wide eyes like a lion.

"Are you deaf? Are portraits deaf?" Owen gave him a disgusted look. Then he said, "Come on, don't cry about your Black here. The death of Black is inevitable and inevitable sooner or later. Maybe Voldemort's stirring up the Muggle world this time is not a bad thing. There are always two sides to everything."

"What do you mean, tell me clearly."

"clear?"

"How clear do you need me to be?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "How about a twelve-inch paper?"

"What a stupid head."

"No wonder it goes from one failure to another."

"Okay, fine! Anyway, we don't know what Voldemort's plan is, so why not talk about something else. Principals, please help me clarify my doubts."

"What?" A lot of principals looked at the boy.

As for Owen, he calmly came to the center of the office and found a chair to sit down.

Then he slowly said: "Voldemort attacks European countries.

We have only two choices. The first is to resist.

There is no need to say more about this.

The second is to join.

Of course - don't rush to refute, when I say joining, I don't mean joining the Death Eaters, but joining the larger proposition of destroying or leading Muggle civilization.

Don't think I'm being alarmist.

A few days, or a week later, Muggles who are fully hostile to wizards will become a problem that we must solve.

From the perspective of maintaining peace, Voldemort's method cannot be said to be correct, but it is indeed and useful.

After all, you have attempted to restore the Magic Dynasty in history - this chaotic situation is just an opportunity. "

"."

After hearing Owen's words, most of the principals showed puzzled expressions.

Only a few of the hundreds of portraits showed a little surprise on their faces.

"Did you notice it?" Suddenly, a voice came from a portrait on the right side of the sky in the entire office.

That was a very, very old wizard.

Owen had seen it in Voldemort's cave, the Tower of Divine Grant.

Principal Dexter.

One of the oldest Hogwarts principals.

His student days were when Ms. Hufflepuff was the principal, at least a thousand years ago.

"I saw it a long time ago." Owen pronounced the word heavily, "Principal Dexter, are you involved?"

"As the principal, I have the responsibility to give advice to the current principal."

"Owen--" Hermione came to him, "What are you talking about."

"A little wizard history." Owen shrugged and said, "I'll tell you later."

"You just need to know that "History of Magic" cannot be trusted completely.

If you want to truly understand the history of British wizards, you need to use the history of British Muggles and the general history of the European continent.

In short, since the fall of King Arthur's Camelot Dynasty, British wizards have been constantly trying to re-establish a magic dynasty.