The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold
377. An Unexpected Beginning
"Are you going?"
"Honey, it's only for one night... just keep my ears quiet..."
Cyrus dug his ears with his pinky helplessly, he was finally able to be quiet tonight, because Cyrus was going to the principal's office to listen to the conversation.
Hermione's thighs were soft, but...couldn't hold back the words that made his head burn.
"Okay~ I've put a lot of thought into your sleep quality~" Hermione was wearing a nightgown, kneeling and cross-legged on the sofa, "I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful."
"Tsk~" Cyrus turned his back and clicked his tongue cautiously.
When Cyrus walked through the corridor of golden sunlight in the evening and walked in front of the gargoyle, he saw Harry tentatively reciting the names of various snacks and drinks to the stone statue.
"Sugar chestnuts? Licorice wand?" Harry impatiently kicked the stone statue's squatting feet. "Spicy beans...isn't this one? I remember he would always grab a handful and put it in his pocket."
But in fact, Dumbledore's pocket was his prank, used to feed Harry and Cyrus.
"Do you know the password?" Harry saw Cyrus coming, shook his head, and covered his forehead with some broken bangs.
"Let me guess...a pile of cockroaches?" Cyrus tried to say, but the stone statue remained motionless, "It doesn't make sense, isn't there always a bowl of this on his table... Honey Zizi Candy? Mango Dry?"
The gargoyle suddenly jumped aside and opened the passage behind.
Since Dumbledore opened the door of Muggle snacks, the password has become more and more difficult to guess. Harry rushed forward and followed behind him, but he still lowered his head and covered his forehead.
"You dreamed of Voldemort again?"
"Well...not only...there's a snake called Nagini..." Harry hesitated, then said, "What about you?"
"Professor Moody called me here, maybe it has something to do with Mr. Crouch." Cyrus heard the quarrel inside, it was Minister Fudge, "Ha~ It seems that the meeting is busy, there are a lot of people tonight ..."
Seeing the two students coming in, Fudge paused in embarrassment. He simply nodded to Cyrus, but his focus was more on Harry.
Mr. Crouch lowered his head, imitating Snape, and sat in the corner dullly; while Moody, leaning on the doorpost by the side, knocked on the marble with his fake wooden leg.
"Bertha's body was found by Muggles...Albus, as I said earlier, this is not good..." The minister was stared at by Moody and Dumbledore, a little embarrassed, "Even Roberts I can't find it either"
"Sorry...Mr. Roberts? Do you want him to be hurt a second time?" Cyrus' calm voice, to Harry's ears, was generous and powerful, like singing Elvish.
"That's not what I mean... Anyway, even if you don't delete the memory, you need to keep the news from being leaked"
Minister Fudge turned his head and observed for a while before realizing that Miss Granger was not by Cyrus' side as usual, so he seemed to gather a little energy.
"Don't worry, Mr. Roberts is very good... how about, please ask Mr. Minister to consider the case of Ms. Jorkins first, and answer the doubts of the wizarding world?" Cyrus quickly took out a document from his pocket.
That's a Special Operations ID, codenamed 'Rainbow'.
Cyrus bluntly stated his position and dragged the British government in, which meant that the Ministry of Magic could not arbitrarily cover up Jorkins' case, like the original one, and let no one care about it.
"Well...Albus, you are such a good student." Cornelius Fudge's smile froze, "We can't make it public at will, it will cause a kind of panic among the masses..."
"What they need is the truth, not...false peace" Cyrus without Hermione by his side is like the Kyber crystal energy without the constraints of magnetic field and force.
"Okay! Gentlemen! Let's go and see the venue first!!" Moody roared violently.
Fudge rubbed his fingers on the brim of the dark green top hat, and after looking back at Dumbledore, he picked up Mr. Crouch, who was panting slightly, and followed Professor Moody out.
Now, the office was much quieter, maybe because of Cyrus and Headmaster Dumbledore, Harry suddenly felt calm.
Behind Crouch, there was a black wooden cabinet half-hidden. Professor Dumbledore didn't speak, but just pointed in that direction. Fox was perched on a golden perch, looking at the two of them friendly.
Inside the cabinet was a stone basin, about half the height of a person. Cyrus touched it with his hands. On the surface of the basin, various spells and runes were carved.
"That's...the Pensieve" Dumbledore briefly introduced, "I usually use it to organize my thoughts, but Mr. Crouch is obviously more suitable... If he rejects it, it will be very difficult to get thoughts "
Dumbledore put it very simply to retrieve memory...just like drinking water.
Cyrus looked at the silver-white smoke in the spray nozzle, which was like a guardian spirit, but it was more like molten silver, but sometimes it would become transparent, and sometimes it would slowly condense into a blurred shadow.
The silver thread underneath suddenly rose up, and Cyrus held his breath, fearing that he would inhale these 'thoughts'.
"Just a little stirring with the wand..." Dumbledore directed Cyrus to take out his alder wand.
"This is your thing~Principal!" Reluctantly, he poked the 'mist' with the tip of his stick, and suddenly a person rose from the stone basin, a girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old look.
"Anyway, you will use it in the future...ahem...I mean, if you need to organize your thoughts in the future, you can use this Pensieve." Dumbledore quickly stuffed snacks and blocked his mouth .
Almost...he revealed his true intentions...
"She is?" Harry was a little puzzled, looking at the fat witch.
"Bertha, she is--Bertha Jorkins..." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and stared at the girl's face from above the half-moon glasses, "It's her in my memory, when I was a student"
"Student days? Isn't that more than ten years ago?!" Harry's eyes widened, admiring the headmaster's memory.
"I remember every student...Harry...every..." The headmaster breathed heavily and continued, "Crouch erased her memory during a job, so she Doing things is reckless”
Not everyone is as powerful as Lockhart, and Dumbledore couldn't help but think of that, the letter from prison to the Wizarding Union.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, there is no pleading or sophistry to oneself, just a series of research and exploration of a 'memory spell' by an ordinary wizard.
'Perhaps you should have... put your talents to good use' he thought to himself.
Cyrus is always able to find out the advantages of each other from different places, see through the rigidity of a person, just like looking for the essence of the soul... This once again proves that Dumbledore is correct.
"Jorkins died in the Albajoa Forest, and when he was found, he was in a bad shape," Cyrus said, "Harry, Mr. Crouch's resignation is to save his last face and make up for his mistakes. "
"Use a magic wand to pick it up...yes, it's the method of Memory Charm"
Following the principal's guidance, Bertha Jorkins became a phantom again, slowly entangled around the tip of Cyrus' wand, but the silver lake in the stone basin did not decrease.
The rest below may be the memory of Mr. Crouch just now...
Cyrus and Harry stood facing each other across the pensieve, bent down, and slowly put their heads into the mysterious glass-like substance.
The Pensieve is like an entrance to another dimension, dragging the two into another place...
"Honey, it's only for one night... just keep my ears quiet..."
Cyrus dug his ears with his pinky helplessly, he was finally able to be quiet tonight, because Cyrus was going to the principal's office to listen to the conversation.
Hermione's thighs were soft, but...couldn't hold back the words that made his head burn.
"Okay~ I've put a lot of thought into your sleep quality~" Hermione was wearing a nightgown, kneeling and cross-legged on the sofa, "I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful."
"Tsk~" Cyrus turned his back and clicked his tongue cautiously.
When Cyrus walked through the corridor of golden sunlight in the evening and walked in front of the gargoyle, he saw Harry tentatively reciting the names of various snacks and drinks to the stone statue.
"Sugar chestnuts? Licorice wand?" Harry impatiently kicked the stone statue's squatting feet. "Spicy beans...isn't this one? I remember he would always grab a handful and put it in his pocket."
But in fact, Dumbledore's pocket was his prank, used to feed Harry and Cyrus.
"Do you know the password?" Harry saw Cyrus coming, shook his head, and covered his forehead with some broken bangs.
"Let me guess...a pile of cockroaches?" Cyrus tried to say, but the stone statue remained motionless, "It doesn't make sense, isn't there always a bowl of this on his table... Honey Zizi Candy? Mango Dry?"
The gargoyle suddenly jumped aside and opened the passage behind.
Since Dumbledore opened the door of Muggle snacks, the password has become more and more difficult to guess. Harry rushed forward and followed behind him, but he still lowered his head and covered his forehead.
"You dreamed of Voldemort again?"
"Well...not only...there's a snake called Nagini..." Harry hesitated, then said, "What about you?"
"Professor Moody called me here, maybe it has something to do with Mr. Crouch." Cyrus heard the quarrel inside, it was Minister Fudge, "Ha~ It seems that the meeting is busy, there are a lot of people tonight ..."
Seeing the two students coming in, Fudge paused in embarrassment. He simply nodded to Cyrus, but his focus was more on Harry.
Mr. Crouch lowered his head, imitating Snape, and sat in the corner dullly; while Moody, leaning on the doorpost by the side, knocked on the marble with his fake wooden leg.
"Bertha's body was found by Muggles...Albus, as I said earlier, this is not good..." The minister was stared at by Moody and Dumbledore, a little embarrassed, "Even Roberts I can't find it either"
"Sorry...Mr. Roberts? Do you want him to be hurt a second time?" Cyrus' calm voice, to Harry's ears, was generous and powerful, like singing Elvish.
"That's not what I mean... Anyway, even if you don't delete the memory, you need to keep the news from being leaked"
Minister Fudge turned his head and observed for a while before realizing that Miss Granger was not by Cyrus' side as usual, so he seemed to gather a little energy.
"Don't worry, Mr. Roberts is very good... how about, please ask Mr. Minister to consider the case of Ms. Jorkins first, and answer the doubts of the wizarding world?" Cyrus quickly took out a document from his pocket.
That's a Special Operations ID, codenamed 'Rainbow'.
Cyrus bluntly stated his position and dragged the British government in, which meant that the Ministry of Magic could not arbitrarily cover up Jorkins' case, like the original one, and let no one care about it.
"Well...Albus, you are such a good student." Cornelius Fudge's smile froze, "We can't make it public at will, it will cause a kind of panic among the masses..."
"What they need is the truth, not...false peace" Cyrus without Hermione by his side is like the Kyber crystal energy without the constraints of magnetic field and force.
"Okay! Gentlemen! Let's go and see the venue first!!" Moody roared violently.
Fudge rubbed his fingers on the brim of the dark green top hat, and after looking back at Dumbledore, he picked up Mr. Crouch, who was panting slightly, and followed Professor Moody out.
Now, the office was much quieter, maybe because of Cyrus and Headmaster Dumbledore, Harry suddenly felt calm.
Behind Crouch, there was a black wooden cabinet half-hidden. Professor Dumbledore didn't speak, but just pointed in that direction. Fox was perched on a golden perch, looking at the two of them friendly.
Inside the cabinet was a stone basin, about half the height of a person. Cyrus touched it with his hands. On the surface of the basin, various spells and runes were carved.
"That's...the Pensieve" Dumbledore briefly introduced, "I usually use it to organize my thoughts, but Mr. Crouch is obviously more suitable... If he rejects it, it will be very difficult to get thoughts "
Dumbledore put it very simply to retrieve memory...just like drinking water.
Cyrus looked at the silver-white smoke in the spray nozzle, which was like a guardian spirit, but it was more like molten silver, but sometimes it would become transparent, and sometimes it would slowly condense into a blurred shadow.
The silver thread underneath suddenly rose up, and Cyrus held his breath, fearing that he would inhale these 'thoughts'.
"Just a little stirring with the wand..." Dumbledore directed Cyrus to take out his alder wand.
"This is your thing~Principal!" Reluctantly, he poked the 'mist' with the tip of his stick, and suddenly a person rose from the stone basin, a girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old look.
"Anyway, you will use it in the future...ahem...I mean, if you need to organize your thoughts in the future, you can use this Pensieve." Dumbledore quickly stuffed snacks and blocked his mouth .
Almost...he revealed his true intentions...
"She is?" Harry was a little puzzled, looking at the fat witch.
"Bertha, she is--Bertha Jorkins..." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and stared at the girl's face from above the half-moon glasses, "It's her in my memory, when I was a student"
"Student days? Isn't that more than ten years ago?!" Harry's eyes widened, admiring the headmaster's memory.
"I remember every student...Harry...every..." The headmaster breathed heavily and continued, "Crouch erased her memory during a job, so she Doing things is reckless”
Not everyone is as powerful as Lockhart, and Dumbledore couldn't help but think of that, the letter from prison to the Wizarding Union.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, there is no pleading or sophistry to oneself, just a series of research and exploration of a 'memory spell' by an ordinary wizard.
'Perhaps you should have... put your talents to good use' he thought to himself.
Cyrus is always able to find out the advantages of each other from different places, see through the rigidity of a person, just like looking for the essence of the soul... This once again proves that Dumbledore is correct.
"Jorkins died in the Albajoa Forest, and when he was found, he was in a bad shape," Cyrus said, "Harry, Mr. Crouch's resignation is to save his last face and make up for his mistakes. "
"Use a magic wand to pick it up...yes, it's the method of Memory Charm"
Following the principal's guidance, Bertha Jorkins became a phantom again, slowly entangled around the tip of Cyrus' wand, but the silver lake in the stone basin did not decrease.
The rest below may be the memory of Mr. Crouch just now...
Cyrus and Harry stood facing each other across the pensieve, bent down, and slowly put their heads into the mysterious glass-like substance.
The Pensieve is like an entrance to another dimension, dragging the two into another place...
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