HP: I just wanted to drop out of school, but I saved the world

After these words were spoken, Minister Bones and Dumbledore were both stunned.

"I think the army you mentioned is the same as the Aurors we talked about." Bones frowned in confusion, "A group of elite and well-trained wizards who hunt down dark wizards for the Ministry of Magic and stand on the side of justice to fight back against the enemy..."

But Dumbledore raised his hand, his eyes flashing with a sharp blue light:

"No, Amelia, I don't think the child meant the Aurors...but an armed force organized in another form."

"When I was very young, I saw the shape of the wizard army beside Grindelwald...indestructible...the cohesion of human hearts and strength..."

There was a look of deep thought in his eyes, and he motioned Jian Yu to continue.

"If it were a Muggle society, they would divide the military into different branches, such as the army, navy, air force, and a combined army of various branches...with a series of weapons and equipment such as aircraft, tanks, ships, missiles, etc., and implement unified command and unified system..."

"For example, the infantry squad, the basic combat unit is the fire team, which is composed of the fire team leader, machine gunner, grenadier, and rifleman. The combat formations are often wedge formations, straight columns, etc. For example, before the battle, the reconnaissance team is divided into several parts, including the command team, rescue team, prisoner of war team, surveillance team, and recorders along the way..."

Jian Yu spoke until her mouth was dry, but she was not completely sure whether what she said made sense.

If she were given a chance to start over again, she would definitely memorize the entire original work before "traveling through time" and learn some more practical skills.

Having only a superficial understanding of this special knowledge will indeed make you inferior to others and put you at a great disadvantage.

Jian Yu sighed, feeling quite regretful.

She could only hope that these suggestions would be useful to the new and dynamic minister.

"This is a very interesting proposal. It requires the ability to mobilize people, money, and materials." Minister Bones pondered for a moment. "Once the manpower problem is solved, I will carefully consider how to learn from the merits of the Muggle army and apply them to our team building."

"But we have to focus on the most urgent matters first." She said seriously, "Jade, Harry, Headmaster Dumbledore and I need to take you to the Ministry of Magic."

......

The Ministry of Magic.

After Minister Bones took office, the security level here has been raised by several levels.

"I stay here 24 hours a day and never go home." Minister Bones introduced, "All security levels have been raised to the highest level, and any disturbance will be directly notified to me. If the Dark Lord wants to target the Ministry of Magic, he must step over my body first."

She and Dumbledore led Jane and Harry into the main hall, introducing the new defensive measures.

Anti-Apparition magic was in effect, and all guests and staff could only enter through the most traditional telephone booths and a few fireplaces; the main hall was heavily guarded, with a guard post every three steps and a sentry every five steps, leading to the elevator at the back; staff leaving the Ministry of Magic had to go through two rounds of "security checks" to ensure that they were not carrying any confidential items before they could leave through the fireplace on the right side of the hall.

The golden fountain in the hall had completely changed its appearance. The statues of wizards, centaurs, goblins and elves were spraying water columns that could be described as waterfalls. Several wizard staff were walking past it with dissatisfaction, using drying spells on their wet clothes.

"We used Gringotts' anti-theft waterfall," Minister Bones introduced. "It can wash away spells and magical disguises. We can only bear with it for the time being--"

Her voice got stuck in her throat, and she stared in amazement as Jian Yu used an armor spell to stop the water flow around him.

"Scrimgeour!" Bones shouted in a booming voice. "Come and look at this!"

Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, who was installing defense equipment not far away, hurried over. He had fluffy brown hair, thick eyebrows, and sharp yellow eyes. He looked like a lion, and anyone could see how decisive he was.

In just one encounter, Jian Yu felt as if his entire body was being examined.

"Dawlish!" Scrimgeour, who had seen how easily an Shield Charm could solve the waterfall, shouted, "Look at the mistake you made!"

A wizard with short hair and no smile hurried over. He looked like a machine that only knew how to follow orders.

"I'm sorry, Minister, Director, but we're short on manpower," he said wearily. "Of course, I know a level where Aurors spray people with water would be more appropriate than a waterfall, but everyone wants to be broken into pieces."

Minister Bones frowned, and she looked like she wanted to lower the Auror standards even further, which had already been set by half.

"The manpower problem is being solved, Dawlish. You can move to a checkpoint to look after this..."

The new Minister, who was overwhelmed with distractions, took a deep breath and turned to Dumbledore and suggested:

"You can see that the staff shortage is so severe. I think some seventh-year students can take the NEWT exam and graduate early, if you agree. I would be very grateful if I could see them enter the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible to contribute their talents."

"I am very happy to help." Dumbledore nodded slightly. "I will write to the Wizarding Examinations Authority."

A happy smile appeared on Bones' face.

After passing the final wand check, she led the three people through the golden fence door and into the elevator.

This has become a place where you swipe your wand to take the elevator. Guests must aim their wands at buttons and inject a little magic to choose their floors.

They arrived at the black door of the Department of Mysteries, where security had also been increased.

Five or six people wearing cloaks and whose faces could not be seen stood silently in front of the door. They were the Unspoken Men, who were performing their duties of guarding the Department of Mysteries.

"As agreed, let's get the thing," Dumbledore said.

The leader moved. He seemed to respect Dumbledore very much. He nodded and silently made way for him.

Such a solemn and quiet atmosphere made everyone feel an inexplicable sense of tension. Jane Yu could feel Harry looking around anxiously beside her. Perhaps it was a premonition, a sense of confusion that her fate was about to change.

Minister Bones did not enter. She was talking to a silent man, and they seemed to be discussing topics such as "snakes" and "eavesdropping".

Dumbledore said nothing. He continued to move forward with Jane and Harry and stopped in front of one of the twelve doors.

"Don't look, don't touch."

But what was inside the door was so frustrating, because it was a large dark green water tank like an aquarium, filled with lazily moving brains with many tentacles, some of which were spitting out brain matter.

"The Brain Chamber." Dumbledore said succinctly, "Studying thoughts. They are fascinating, aren't they? If a person with a weak will stay here for a long time, they will be attracted by them, controlled by them, and finally strangled to death. The damage they cause is mental."

Jian Yu observed these brains, only to find that they were also observing her. They floated slowly and sent them away.

Harry looked at his nose and his mind, and when he heard that it might affect his mind, he immediately looked away and frantically practiced brain occlumency.

But the next house looked shabby and weird. It was a huge stone pit with rows of stone benches extending downward like a circular theater. However, in the center of the stone pit was not a stage, but a stone arch with black, windless, automatic curtains hanging on it.

For some reason, looking at the curtain, Jian Yu suddenly felt a sense of confusion.

This feeling was very strange. She had had the same feeling when she found herself at the Sorting Site.

It's as if there are two time and space here... two different worlds.

"I need to confirm something." Dumbledore stared at the veil. "Harry, stop Occlumency and look at it."

But almost the next moment, Harry rushed straight towards the veil!

Jian Yu suddenly grabbed him to prevent him from climbing onto the platform and passing through the curtain.

"Someone is talking!" Harry stared at the floating curtain with an obsessive look. He struggled hard, trying to break free from Jian Yu's hand, and even put one foot on the steps. "Calling me... Didn't you hear me?"

Realizing that Harry seemed to be in some kind of insanity, Jian Yu slapped him hard in the face.

"Sorry!" The pain woke Harry up, with panic and fascination in his eyes, he moved his gaze away from the curtain with difficulty, "But what is this?"

Dumbledore did not answer him, but turned his inquiring gaze to Jian Yu:

"Jade, how do you feel? Joy, longing, sadness...?"

But Jian Yu had two completely different emotions, with acceptance and rejection fighting in his mind at the same time.

“It’s like another world,” she replied. “One feeling is that it’s very ordinary, like I can walk from this time and space to that time and space by walking through it. But the other feeling is that I don’t want to walk into it.”

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, as if he had confirmed something, and then answered Harry's question:

"Hall of the Dead. No one knows what's behind the veil, because no one who goes in can come back."

The three returned to the door, and after the wall rotated, they continued through another door, which Dumbledore called the Time Hall.

But Dumbledore seemed very reluctant to stay here, as if he was just taking them on a tour.

They quickly passed by various clocks, listened to the ticking sound of stopwatches, and finally walked past a bell-shaped crystal cover containing birds that were born over and over again, and came to the prophecy hall.

The room was filled with tall stands of glass globes with little labels on them, similar in style to Trelawney's crystal ball, and the lighting was very dim, with candles at either end and some of the globes glowing faintly from within.

"Don't touch the crystal ball. Being insane is not a pleasant experience." Dumbledore's voice sounded again.

They stopped a little further inside the ninety-seventh row of shelves.

Jian Yu saw a label on a crystal ball with the names of Voldemort and Harry Potter written on it.

"That is what I want you to take, Harry," said Dumbledore calmly. "But before you take it, I want you to know one thing."

The air was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"This crystal ball contains a prophecy, a prophecy about you and Voldemort. This is why he wanted to kill you when you were a baby."

"I want to know." Harry said impatiently, "What should I do?"

"You want to know." Dumbledore repeated his words. "I'm sorry, but I have to confirm again. Do you really want to know?"

Jian Yu could read his subtext, which was "You'd better not know."

She could tell some of Dumbledore's micro-expressions, which were a hidden worry, perhaps worrying that Harry was under too much pressure.

"It's a prophecy about me," Harry replied hastily. "I want to know what's going to happen to me in the future -"

But Dumbledore shook his head and asked:

"I want to ask you a question, Harry, why did you say you wanted to be an Auror?"

"To protect." Harry answered almost without thinking, his green eyes "inadvertently" glanced in the direction of Jane Yu, "I want to protect many... friends, and Sirius, and those who are good to me - I heard Minister Bones' speech, I saw those reports, I think that's what I want to do -"

"Isn't it for revenge?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Uh... that's also a reason..." Harry scratched his head in embarrassment, "Voldemort killed my parents, I want to get rid of him -"

"Even if you die? Even if you have to kill someone?" Dumbledore interrupted him.

Harry fell into a brief silence. His expression was conflicted, as if he was struggling with his conscience.

"I'm not afraid of death." He said slowly, word by word, "Although I won't kill anyone...but if he wants to touch someone around me, I will fight back..."

"I am very happy, Harry." Dumbledore's voice softened, "I can see that you are no longer relying solely on the hatred of revenge and the love your parents give you. Friendship, family affection... and some youth make you want to protect. Your first reaction is to protect the people around you."

He looked up at the glowing glass ball:

"Well, since you already have this in mind, do you still want to know the content of the prophecy?"

But Harry keenly grasped some meaning from it, and also tasted that Dumbledore did not want him to know the content of the prophecy:

"The prophecy says... that I will die trying to get rid of him?"

His face was pale, his breathing seemed to be difficult, and he was trapped in a swamp of emotions.

Although he said that he was not afraid of death, when he actually learned that he was going to die, his heart still felt like it had sunk into an ice cave.

"Oh, no." Dumbledore turned, "The boy of the prophecy has powers unknown to him, capable of defeating him... but part of it is that only one of you will survive."

This was of no comfort to Harry, he still looked awful.

Jian Yu looked at Harry's somewhat unfocused eyes. She pinched his philtrum, trying to free him from his despair.

Why does this savior look like he is suffering from respiratory alkalosis?

She casually turned Harry's glasses into a plastic bag, covered his mouth and nose, and tried to give him some first aid.

"It must be Voldemort who died," she said firmly, using psychological counseling. "Do you remember what I told you? You will succeed, you will defeat him, and you will live a long life."

Although she had always firmly believed in the power of the protagonist's aura, Harry's reaction still scared her.

At this moment, she just hoped that he could stand up quickly.

At least you shouldn't be scared to death before accomplishing your mission just because of a few words!

Her measures worked.

Harry's out-of-focus eyes gradually came into focus. He stared at her blankly, his green eyes filled with mist.

He opened the plastic bag and held her arm tightly, as if he was holding on to a life-saving straw.

He always felt that Jian Yu believed in him more than he did.

Even though he often felt that he was useless, that he could only be tied to a tombstone and watch everything happen when facing Voldemort, that he could not fight like the Death Eaters, nor could he kill people, and that he needed a group of people to protect him - he was not at all like the boy in Dumbledore's prophecy...

But she still believed in him and always stood by his side.

She had done so many things for him, and had predicted that he would turn misfortune into fortune and live a good life until old age...

Then, he would always believe her words.

And since he already has such a great prophet who firmly supports him by his side——

Why would he still believe in a prophecy made by an unknown person with unknown abilities?

"If the prophecy doesn't contain a specific method to defeat Voldemort," Harry's weak but firm voice rang out, "I don't think I need to listen to it."