A sharp Hogwarts

The size of Hogwarts Castle has always been an odd question.

When you get lost, the castle feels like an airtight moving maze.

And when you follow the guide and wander around, you will find that there are secret passages everywhere that can be passed quickly.

"Here we are," said Mr. Filch. "Professor Dumbledore is inside."

Before Dalia could figure out how to reprimand Dumbledore for going back on his word, the stone monster doorman with a dripping mouth appeared in front of her.

Filch expertly spoke the password—spicy lobster spaghetti—and in the blink of an eye, Dahlia found herself at the door of the principal's office.

Dalia knocked on the door and walked in. She is probably the student who frequently visits the principal's office on campus.

The furnishings and layout of the principal's office seem to have changed slightly.

Most of the cooking station was moved to the edge of the right wall, leaving a large open space in the middle.

In front of the principal's office, three workbenches are facing each other and displayed right in front of the entrance.

The work table is covered with a long white tablecloth, and five chairs are placed behind the table cloth covered by the tablecloth.

Sitting on the chair in the center was Dumbledore, who was talking quietly to a middle-aged wizard that Dalia had never seen before.

The strange wizard was short, chubby, and stocky, with messy gray hair and a very strange expression on his face.The clothes he wore were a strange hodgepodge of other things, a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cloak, and purple pointed boots.A dark green top hat was placed in front of him.

"Mr. Minister, the little prophet that Professor Dumbledore talked about has arrived——"

Mr. Greengrass coughed slightly and reminded the two people beside him. He rubbed the ring on his right hand with an unreadable expression on his face.

There were two other people sitting to the left of Mr. Greengrass, a witch wearing a monocle, and a wizard with brown hair.

The wizard had been staring at Dahlia since she entered the room - he looked like an old lion, sullen and silent.

Dumbledore turned to look at Dalia, smiled gently, and nodded slightly towards her.

"Ah, yes, the gentlemen from the Ministry of Magic have some questions for you."

"Come in, Dalia, come closer... There is nothing to worry about, just questions about your prophecies."

"What prophecies?" Dalia glared at Dumbledore and asked in a muffled voice.

"Dumbledore wishes to search the Gringotts vaults, the vaults of an ancient pureblood family."

"It's no small thing," said Cornelius Fudge, "and, as he said, it was based on your prophecy - but I'm sorry, um," he said, picking up his hat casually and twirling it with his hands. Next, "From Dumbledore's description, you can clearly remember your prophecies, so we think this is more of an accusation than 'divination' - right? Rufus, you are an expert in this area , do you think there are any questions or content that you want to add?”

"I have never heard a prophecy so clear and detailed, sir," said Rufus Scrimgeour, his eyes fixed on Dahlia.

His tawny hair and thick eyebrows were mixed with strands of gray. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses was a pair of sharp eyes, which looked a bit fierce.

"Miss Dursley, your accusations... may cause serious problems, and I want to know the evidence."

"Don't worry—" Rufus Scrimgeour tried to smile, "the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts will protect you from—"

"It's not an accusation, and there's no evidence. I explained it to Professor Dumbledore before."

Dalia said angrily, interrupting Scrimgeour.

If she was in a good mood, maybe she would communicate tactfully, but she was obviously in a bad mood now.

"I do see some of the future, well - more than some, all of you here... I see all of you."

Dalia said that she looked around at the five people sitting in the seats and roughly guessed their identities in her mind.

Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office, and as for the witch wearing a monocle... most likely Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement , and their posture, which was like a public trial, was obviously the result of Dumbledore taking the initiative to pass the blame.

However, Dalia doesn't intend to act at Dumbledore's pace, she intends to solve all problems in one go.

— in a prophetic way.

"Well, Mr. Scrimgeour, you will die, tortured by Voldemort, like a hero."

Dalia glanced at Scrimgeour and raised her eyebrows, "The time was six years later, and you were the Minister of Magic at the time."

"As for...Ms. Bones? You died earlier, roughly a year before Mr. Scrimgeour."

"Of course, the cause of death was still being killed by the resurrected Voldemort——"

"Miss Dursley, well, I'm sorry..." Mr. Greengrass frowned heavily, "We don't want to hear this kind of death prophecy trick."

As a trustee of the Hogwarts school board, he was skeptical from the beginning. He did not believe in prophets.

In fact, if Dumbledore hadn't planned to terminate the assessment early, he wouldn't even have come here at all.

"Oh, let me tell you something else? You must be interested."

Dalia raised her brows, looked at Mr. Greengrass, and said unceremoniously.

"Your youngest daughter, Astoria Greengrass, will enter school next year. She will eventually marry Lucius Malfoy's son, Draco. Due to something inherited by the Greengrass family, a kind of blood-borne Astoria was born with a weak constitution, and her subsequent childbirth accelerated her lifespan. If you know about the blood curse in your family, I suggest you start treating it now, otherwise you may experience a white blood curse. Send people with black hair——"

"Shut up! You nonsense guy! It's all nonsense. If you dare to curse my daughter again, I will definitely..."

Mr. Greengrass roared, slammed the table, and glared at Dahlia.

"That's why prophets are so unlikable, isn't it?"

Dalia shrugged, glanced at Dumbledore who was smiling bitterly, and said quietly.

"All gifts from fate have a clear price tag - when you peek into the future, you must be prepared for this..."

"The mysterious man has completely disappeared a long time ago. It is impossible for him to come back. This is absolutely impossible to happen."

Cornelius Fudge shook uncomfortably and spoke firmly and seriously.

"Okay, Dumbledore, maybe you should come up with a better excuse..."

"Minister Fudge, aren't you curious - who will harm you in the future?"

"You don't have to think about it to know...it's the resurrected mysterious man again, isn't he?" Cornelius Fudge waved his hand impatiently.

"Oh, you are different——"

Dalia shook her head and spoke quickly.

"You are because of Barty Crouch. In terms of influencing factors, it should be Barty Crouch."

"However, it's not the Director Crouch you are familiar with, but his son, Barty Crouch Jr. - he is at the Crouch family now."

"No one can completely cover up the traces of a living person, so the Aurors only need to search Crouch's house, or find out whether the body of Barty Jr. who died in Azkaban Prison was male or female. We should be able to draw the conclusion. As for your ending, I don’t think you particularly want to hear it now.”

Dalia glanced at Cornelius Fudge, whose expression was changing, and then turned to look at Dumbledore sitting in the middle.

"It's bad to offend a prophet. I'm very angry now. You'd better prepare a plan to calm me down."

"otherwise……"

"Of course, that's how I explained it-"

Dumbledore nodded gently, and looked to the side under Dalia's confused eyes.

"Most prophets have some strange habits. My divination class professor told me that peering too deeply into the future will lead to unforeseen events."

"Obviously, these 'prophecies' made by Miss Dursley are very specific and easy to verify."

Dumbledore said slowly and glanced at Dalia with a strange expression - this child was more irritable than he imagined.

However, the effect was very noticeable, and the guests from the Ministry of Magic and the School Board were now silent.

Hufflepuff's golden cup is stored in the Lestrange family's vault, while the basilisk lies dormant in Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets...

If you don't consider other people's opinions and subsequent effects, Dumbledore can solve these problems alone. However, as the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and one of the guardians of the wizarding world today, Dumbledore believes that he is above the rules. The negative impact may exceed the crisis that may be caused by Voldemort's resurrection.

On the other hand, the importance of Dahlia Dursley should be spread in a small way - at least to the Ministry of Magic and the school board.

Dumbledore did not want the Ministry of Magic and the school board to "forget" the peace that could have been maintained because of some appearances.

"We can verify it now, some of the contents..."

At this moment, Scrimgeour suddenly spoke and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Barty Crouch, if this thing really exists, then I think we'd better go to Gringotts immediately."

"After learning about this, various magic families will definitely join forces quickly, and even protest and coerce the Ministry of Magic to give up these search operations——"

He glanced at Mr. Greengrass and said bluntly, "It seems like the best way to complete these troublesome things in one day, and then explain the results slowly, or comfort them a little bit? But the only problem is The reason is, if you encounter something different in the middle..."

"Well, I think this problem is very easy to solve," Dumbledore said, smiling slightly, "You can ask Miss Dursley to wait in the office for a while."

"The principal's office has enough books, as well as cooking tables and ingredients. Miss Dursley, you can spend some time here first..."

Dumbledore's blue eyes quietly blinked, glanced meaningfully at Dalia, and continued.

"If all goes well, we should be back at Hogwarts Castle before dinner—"

"It's bad to offend a prophet. I'm very angry now. You'd better prepare a plan to calm me down."

"otherwise……"

"Of course, that's how I explained it-"

Dumbledore nodded gently, and looked to the side under Dalia's confused eyes.

"Most prophets have some strange habits. My divination class professor told me that peering too deeply into the future will lead to unforeseen events."

"Obviously, these 'prophecies' made by Miss Dursley are very specific and easy to verify."

Dumbledore said slowly and glanced at Dalia with a strange expression - this child was more irritable than he imagined.

However, the effect was very noticeable, and the guests from the Ministry of Magic and the School Board were now silent.

Hufflepuff's golden cup is stored in the Lestrange family's vault, while the basilisk lies dormant in Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets...

If you don't consider other people's opinions and subsequent effects, Dumbledore can solve these problems alone. However, as the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and one of the guardians of the wizarding world today, Dumbledore believes that he is above the rules. The negative impact may exceed the crisis that may be caused by Voldemort's resurrection.

On the other hand, the importance of Dahlia Dursley should be spread in a small way - at least to the Ministry of Magic and the school board.

Dumbledore did not want the Ministry of Magic and the school board to "forget" the peace that could have been maintained because of some appearances.

"We can verify it now, some of the contents..."

At this moment, Scrimgeour suddenly spoke and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Barty Crouch, if this thing really exists, then I think we'd better go to Gringotts immediately."

"After learning about this, various magic families will definitely join forces quickly, and even protest and coerce the Ministry of Magic to give up these search operations——"

He glanced at Mr. Greengrass and said bluntly, "It seems like the best way to complete these troublesome things in one day, and then explain the results slowly, or comfort them a little bit? But the only problem is The reason is, if you encounter something different in the middle..."

"Well, I think this problem is very easy to solve," Dumbledore said, smiling slightly, "You can ask Miss Dursley to wait in the office for a while." With ingredients, Miss Dursley, you can kill time here first... …”

Dumbledore's blue eyes quietly blinked, glanced meaningfully at Dalia, and continued.

"If all goes well, we should be back at Hogwarts Castle before dinner—"

"The principal's office has enough books, as well as cooking tables and ingredients. Miss Dursley, you can spend some time here first..."

Dumbledore's blue eyes quietly blinked, glanced meaningfully at Dalia, and continued.

"If all goes well, we should be back at Hogwarts Castle before dinner—"