Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

"Ha Ho Ha Ho"

Harry, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly sat up from the bed, breathing heavily, and his wet pajamas were soaked with sweat.

he woke up from a nightmare

He has been dreaming of the same dream lately, and today is no exception. A decaying old house, vicious curses, a pitiful plea for mercy, a green light, and big ears that are very similar to a house elf.

After groping on the head of the bed for a while with trembling arms, he picked up his thick-rimmed glasses and put them on.

The world gradually became clearer.

He took a look at the watch given to him by Brother D.

The time showed 45:[-] am.

At this time, the moon hung high on the branches, and the outside window was silent. Occasionally, the sound of owls flying past the window could be heard.

On the bed next door, Ron was lying on the bed in a strange posture, pouting and whispering something in his sleep. Occasionally, he could hear a few popping sounds.

Neville on the other side was snoring, neither too loud nor too small, and he let out a few giggles from time to time. He was obviously in a sweet dream.

Harry rubbed his temples vigorously, trying to relieve the pain in his brain. Although it worked, it had little effect.

The dream just now was very clear and vivid, as if he had experienced a surreal 5D movie, especially that sound. He would never forget it. He had heard it in the first grade.

that man

Harry clenched his fists unconsciously, and then slowly unclenched them.

Although he didn't know why he dreamed about that person. Brother D had told him before that the wizard's dream was not that simple. It could be an omen or something that was happening now.

Whatever the case, attention must be paid to

Fortunately, he has learned Occlumency, and others cannot find traces of him through dreams. No matter what the situation is, he is enough to deal with it.

Harry looked out the window and then at the time, but in the end he didn't follow him to rest, as all his sleepiness was gone.

At this time, Harry was not the only one who could not sleep at night, but also a man of high authority.

"Who can tell me what's going on?"

Fudge, the Minister of Magic, wearing plaid pajamas, was dancing and throwing a tantrum in his office.

The people he reprimanded were several officials from the Ministry of Magic, all of whom were at least director level judging by their clothing.

"First, Miss Bertha Jorkins of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports disappeared. According to the 'Strikemen''s investigation at the scene, they found signs of black magic, which means that a dark wizard is involved." Seeing that his colleagues did not say anything. , Scrimgeour, as the director of the Auror Office, could only bite the bullet and speak.

Rufus Scrimgeour, the lion-like man.

"So I arranged for an Auror team to investigate the matter."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the furious Fudge, who said angrily: "Yes, you arranged it. You arranged an Auror team to investigate this matter, but in the past two weeks, there is no news at all. They didn’t tell me anything. Now you’re telling me they’re missing?!”

Faced with Fudge's questioning, Scrimgeour continued to explain: "They must have encountered something dangerous and couldn't get away. Minister, we are already doing our best to find it."

"That's enough! I don't want to hear the explanation! That's a whole small team of Aurors! Not a small team of pigs! Now there's not even any news. Do you want me to praise you?!"

Fudge was going mad with anger.

The nature of a missing wizard and the missing of a small team of Aurors are completely different. The former can be fooled by other excuses, but the latter. As the protector of the magic world, the impact is not the slightest.

If he doesn't handle it well, his approval rating will drop!

"Mr. Rufus, what I want is to find the missing person. Can you tell me how to solve this matter?"

Fudge stared at Scrimgeour.

"I'll arrange for other Aurors."

"You want the Ministry to lose another Auror squad?"

Fudge rejected his suggestion without thinking.

"But we can't just leave it alone!"

"That's your problem! You're the head of the Auror office!"

Rufus Scrimgeour:

"I'll give you another week to resolve this matter."

After saying that, he kicked the other person out of the office regardless of whether he could do it or not.

"The rest of you come with me to Hogwarts, I need to meet Dumbledore."

Fudge's complexion was extremely pale at this time.

"Are you sure you want to visit Professor Dumbledore now?"

A director of an unknown department asked. The current time is [-]:[-] in the morning, which is normally a rest period.

"Is there anything you can't do?"

Fudge glared hard at the person who spoke, who was obviously frightened.

Only Dumbledore or Dudley can help him, no one else is reliable.

"But."

The other people in the room looked at Fudge, who was wearing pajamas, with a strange look on his face, but Fudge himself seemed not to know.

At this moment, there were three knocks on the door of the office. After getting Fudge's approval, he opened the door and walked in. The person who came turned out to be Percy, who was holding a set of clothes: "Minister Fudge, these are your clothes." .”

Percy handed the clothes to Fudge respectfully.

This behavior of giving pillows when sleepy came undoubtedly won Fudge's great favor.

He patted Percy's shoulder hard to encourage him: "Well done, Percy, you are worthy of being my secretary."

He really likes his secretary more and more, becomes more and more handy, and becomes more and more inseparable from him. He can make plans in advance for everything.

After a while, Fudge, who had changed his clothes, led a group of Ministry of Magic officials and appeared in the principal's office at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore, wearing a half-moon pajamas, met them.

The old home of the Gaunt family.

"It's that feeling again. It's coming again!" On the other side of the sofa, the hoarse voice that struck Harry as very familiar sounded, hoarse and sharp.

"Someone was just spying on us, Wormtail."

"Master, master, no, no, no. It's possible."

A stammering voice sounded, and the tone was extremely frightening.

The owner of this voice is Peter Pettigrew, Wormtail who narrowly escaped from Azkaban.

"Why is it impossible?!"

The voice came from the other end of the sofa again: "No matter who they are, I will deal with them just like those Aurors, Wormtail, all you have to do is deal with their bodies."

At this time, the sofa table and chairs slowly turned around, and a goblin was sitting inside, and a voice that was completely incongruous with his appearance was coming from his mouth.

"Obey, my great master."

Wormtail knelt down in front of the 'goblin' and said respectfully.

"It won't be long before I come again."

'Fairy' said with deep meaning.

"Contact that guy, I want to know how the plan is going."

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