HP Disguise Magus

Amy couldn't remember what happened next, how she found Hermione and Ron in the panicked crowd in the stands, and how she heard someone shouting "He's over there-!", and followed Hermione and Ron Running together, crowded to find Harry.But how did they miss it? Finally, when she came to her senses, the three of them surrounded Madam Pomfrey in the school hospital.Amy sat on the side, tiredly listening to Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron and Hermione arguing with Mrs. Pomfrey, asking about Harry's whereabouts.

After an unknown amount of time, Dumbledore, Harry, and Sirius pushed open the door and entered, and Mrs. Weasley let out a suppressed exclamation.

"Harry! Oh, Harry!"

She started running towards Harry, but Dumbledore stepped forward and got between them.

"Molly," he said, holding up a hand, "please listen to me first. Harry has had a terrible ordeal tonight. He just repeated it to me. What he needs now is sleep, Quiet and peaceful. If he wants you to stay with him," he added, looking around at Ron, Hermione, Amy, and Bill, "you can stay. But I don't want you to ask him any questions, Unless he himself is willing to answer, absolutely not tonight."

Mrs. Weasley nodded.She was very pale.She turned suddenly to Ron, Hermione, Amy, and Bill, as if they were arguing.She lowered her voice and taught: "Did you hear that? He needs to be quiet!"

"After I went to see Fudge, I came back to see you, Harry." Dumbledore said, "I hope you will stay here tomorrow, after I have finished speaking to the teachers and students in the school." After finishing speaking, he said gone.

Madam Pomfrey led Harry to a bed beside her. "Is he all right?" Harry asked, looking at the real Moody lying motionless at the end of the room.

"He'll be all right," Madam Pomfrey said, giving Harry a set of pajamas and drawing the curtains around him.He took off his robe, changed into pajamas, and climbed into bed.Ron, Hermione, Amy, Bill, Mrs. Weasley, and Sirius all walked around the curtain and sat in chairs on either side of him.

Harry looked like he'd been through a storm, and Ron and Hermione watched him warily.

"I'm fine," he told them, "just tired."

He drank the sleeping potion that Madam Pomfrey brought him in one gulp, and fell asleep immediately.

Amy and the others were silent, sitting around the hospital bed, no one spoke, and it was quiet, Amy was a little drowsy.Finally, she couldn't help it anymore and closed her eyes.

After an hour or half an hour, heavy footsteps and quarrels came from outside the ward, waking Amy up, and she woke up suddenly.

Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, and Professor McGonagall broke into the ward.

"Where's Dumbledore?" Fudge asked Mrs. Weasley.

"He's not here," said Mrs. Weasley angrily. "Minister, this is a ward, do you think you'd better—"

But at this moment, the door opened, and Dumbledore walked into the ward swiftly.

"What's the matter?" asked Dumbledore sternly, looking at Fudge and then at Professor McGonagall. "Why are you bothering these people here? You surprise me, Minerva—I called you Warden." Barty Crouch Jr.'s-"

"There's no need to watch him anymore, Dumbledore!" she screamed. "The Minister has made sure of that!"

Professor McGonagall had never lost her composure like this before, her cheeks were flushed with anger, and her hands were clenched into fists.Shaking with anger.

"We told Mr. Fudge that we found out that the Death Eaters were responsible for tonight's events," said Snape in a low voice. "He seemed to feel that his personal safety was also in question. He must call a dementor to accompany him." He went into the castle. He brought the dementor into the office where Barty Crouch Jr. was—"

"I told him you wouldn't allow it, Dumbledore!" said Professor McGonagall angrily. "I told him you wouldn't allow dementors to set foot in the castle again, but—"

"My dear lady!" roared Fudge, who was now so angry that Harry had never seen him before, "as the Minister of Magic, I have the right to decide whether I want to bring bodyguards, because I want to see a bit could be very dangerous—"

But Professor McGonagall's voice overshadowed Fudge's.

"The guy—the guy came into the office," she screamed, pointing at Fudge, trembling all over, "he jumped at Crouch and just—just—"

Professor McGonagall was desperately looking for words to describe what had just happened, and Amy guessed that Barty Crouch Jr. had been sucked out of his soul by a dementor.

"According to various accounts, he deserved it!" said Fudge aggressively. "He seems to have caused the deaths of several people!"

"But he can't testify now, Connelly," said Dumbledore.He stared sharply at Fudge, and seemed to see him clearly for the first time. "He can't provide evidence as to why he killed those people."

"Why did he kill them? Hey, isn't that obvious!" said Fudge angrily. "He's a wandering lunatic! From what Minerva and Severus have told me, he seems to think he did Everything is in accordance with the will of the mysterious man!"

"Voldemort did dictate to him before, Connelly," said Dumbledore. "Those deaths were a by-product of carrying out Voldemort's comeback plan. That plan worked. Voldemort returned to his body."

Fudge was shocked, as if someone had hit him head-on.Blinking dazedly, he stared blankly at Dumbledore, as if he couldn't quite believe what he had just heard.He stammered, his eyes still on Dumbledore.

"You-Know-Who... is back? Nonsense. Stop kidding, Dumbledore..."

"Minerva and Severus have undoubtedly told you," said Dumbledore, "that we have heard Barty Crouch Jr.'s confession. Under the influence of Veritaserum, he told us how he was secretly How about getting out of Azkaban, Voldemort - learned from Bertha Jorkins that he's still alive - freed him from his father and used him to get Harry. Tell you, the plan It worked. Crouch Jr. has helped Voldemort return."

"Listen to me, Dumbledore," said Fudge, with an unexpected smile on his face, "you—you can't really believe all this. You-Know-Who—is back? No kidding, no kidding. ... Needless to say, little Crouch may have thought he was acting on the orders of You-Know-Who - but how could such a lunatic be taken seriously, Dumbledore..."

"Tonight, when Harry touched the Triwizard Cup, he was sent directly to Voldemort," said Dumbledore firmly. "He witnessed Voldemort's return from the dead. You may as well come to my office and I will explain everything to you."

Dumbledore glanced at Harry and saw that Harry was already awake, but he shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I can't allow you to ask Harry questions tonight."

Fudge still had the odd smile on his face.He looked at Harry, too, then turned his gaze back to Dumbledore, and said, "You - er - you're going to take Harry at his word, aren't you, Dumbledore?"

A moment of silence made the air in the ward stagnate.

"Of course I believe Harry," said Dumbledore, his eyes glowing now, "I've heard Crouch's confession, and I've heard Harry's account of what happened after he touched the Triwizard Cup; Their words are reasonable and explain everything that has happened since Bertha Jorkins disappeared last summer."

Fudge still had that weird grin on his face.He glanced at Harry again before replying, "You're ready to believe that Voldemort has returned, to a deranged murderer and a child who...he..."

"You must be reading Rita Skeeter, Mr. Fudge." Harry's voice came from the bed behind them.To their surprise, none of them noticed that Harry was awake.

Fudge blushed slightly, but then a recalcitrant and stubborn look appeared on his face.

"There's no evidence that Voldemort is alive, Dumbledore, God knows how the kid disappeared and reappeared? He's just trying to make a bigger name for himself!"

Amy's heart skipped a beat.Indeed, although Cedric was saved, it made it more difficult to prove the news of Voldemort's resurrection.No Rita rumours, but how do you wake up someone who's pretending to be asleep?Fudge was determined to deny the news.

"Listen, Connelly," said Dumbledore, taking a step towards Fudge, radiating a powerful aura. "Harry is as sane and sane as you or me. He's not the sensationalist the papers make him out to be."

Fudge took a half step back from Dumbledore, but his expression remained stubborn.

"I saw the Death Eaters! I can name them! Lucius Malfoy—"

Snape moved suddenly.

"Malfoy was acquitted!" said Fudge, clearly offended. "A very old family—giving generously to a good cause—"

"McNeil!" Harry continued to call out the names.

"Also acquitted! Currently working at the Ministry of Magic!"

"Avery - Nott - Crabbe - Goyle -"

"You're just repeating the names of people who were judged not to be Death Eaters 13 years ago!" Fudge said angrily. "You can find those names in past trial reports! Look in the papers, Dumbledore —the boy's head was full of queer stories at the end of last year—his lies got more and more outlandish, and you believed them all—”

"You fool!" cried Professor McGonagall. "Bertha Jorkins! Mr. Crouch! These deaths were not the random act of a madman!"

"I can't see why not!" cried Fudge, too, his face flushed purple, as angry as Professor McGonagall, "it seems to me that you are all determined to create a panic and destroy our 13 years of hard work. Create everything!"

"Voldemort is back," said Dumbledore again. "Fudge, if you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we may still be able to save the situation. The first and most important step is to get Azkaban out of the trap." The control of the ghost—”

"Playing the piano!" cried Fudge again. "Remove the dementors? I'll be kicked out of the office if I make this suggestion! Half of us know there's a dementor on guard in Azkaban, and we won't be able to do it until night. Get some sleep!"

"Connelly, how do you explain Peter Pettigrew's escape? As far as I know, he's still on the run! If we know that you put Voldemort's most dangerous henchmen in charge of guarding those who will serve him at the beck and call, then The rest of us don't sleep well!" said Dumbledore. "Those fellows can't be loyal to you, Fudge! Voldemort can give them far more power and pleasure than you can! Voldemort Once there is the support of the dementors behind him, his former buddies will return to him one after another, and it will be very difficult for you to prevent him from regaining the power he had 13 years ago!"

Fudge's mouth opened and closed, as if there were no words to express his anger.

"The second measure you must take—and that must be done immediately," continued Dumbledore, "is to send a message to the Giant."

"Send someone to deliver a letter to the giant?" Fudge exclaimed, suddenly speaking again. "What kind of madness is this?"

"Give them the hand of friendship before it's too late," said Dumbledore, "or Voldemort will win them over. He's done it before, and of all wizards he alone can Offer them rights and liberties!"

"You—you must be joking!" Fudge gasped in surprise, shaking his head while shrinking back from Dumbledore, "If the wizarding world knows that I have dealings with giants—people will Giants hate it, Dumbledore - my career is over -"

"Connelly, you are too obsessed with your official position, which makes you lose your due judgment." Dumbledore said, his voice gradually increased, and people could feel the halo of power surrounding him, His eyes glowed again.

"You place too much value on the so-called pure wizard blood! You have always been like this! You don't realize that it doesn't matter where a person comes from, what matters is what kind of person he grows into! Your dementor just wiped out a very The last member of an ancient wizarding family - look at the path that man has chosen in life! I'll tell you now - just follow my advice and take some steps and you will be remembered forever by the Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world , will regard you as the bravest and greatest Minister for Magic who ever lived. If you do not act - history will remember it well: it was you who stood by and gave Voldemort a second chance to destroy what we have worked so hard to rebuild of this world!"

"Absurd," whispered Fudge, continuing to step back, "crazy..."

There was a silence.Madam Pomfrey stood by Harry's bed in a daze, her hand over her mouth.Mrs. Weasley was still standing in front of Harry, her hands on his shoulders to keep him from getting up.Bill, Ron, and Hermione and Amy all stared at Fudge in surprise.

"If you are so obsessed with your own way, Connelly," said Dumbledore, "we will have to go our separate ways. You do as you see fit. I - I do my will."

There was nothing threatening in Dumbledore's voice, it sounded like a statement, but Fudge was furious, as if Dumbledore was approaching him with a wand raised.

"Yes, yes, Dumbledore," he said, threateningly waving a finger, "I have always given you complete freedom. I have always held you in great esteem. I may not approve of some of your decisions, But I always keep silent. Not many people will allow you to hire werewolves, keep Hagrid, or decide what to teach students without consulting the Ministry of Magic. However, if you are going to turn against me—"

"The only thing I want to go against," said Dumbledore, "is Voldemort. If you go against him too, Connelly, then we're still on the same side."

Fudge couldn't seem to figure out how to answer.Unsteady on his little feet, he swayed back and forth for a moment, twirling his bowler hat with both hands.Finally, he spoke, with a hint of pleading in his voice, "He won't come back, Dumbledore, he can't..."

Snape strode forward, past Dumbledore, raising the left sleeve of his robes as he went.He held out his arm to show Fudge, who recoiled in horror.

"See," said Snape hoarsely, "see. The Dark Mark. It's not as obvious as it was an hour ago, when it was charred black, but you can still see it. Every Death Eaters all have Voldemort's brand on them. This is a way for Death Eaters to identify each other, and it is also Voldemort's secret signal to call them back to him. When he touches the mark of a Death Eater, we must immediately Apparated, appeared next to him. The mark has been more and more obvious for a year. Karkaroff's is the same. Why do you say Karkaroff is running away tonight? We both feel the mark burning. We We all know he's back. Karkaroff fears Voldemort will retaliate against him. He's betrayed many of his fellow Death Eaters, and surely no one will welcome him back among them."

Fudge stepped back from Snape again.He kept shaking his head, as if he didn't catch what Snape was saying.His eyes widened, obviously horrified by the ugly markings on Snape's arm, and he looked up at Dumbledore and whispered, "I don't know what tricks you're playing with your people, Dumbledore, But I've heard enough. I don't want to say anything more. I'll be in touch with you tomorrow, Dumbledore, to discuss the way this school is run. I must go back to the Ministry."

He stopped at the door, turned, strode across the room, and stopped by Harry's bed.

"The prize you won," he said curtly, pulling a large bag of gold coins out of his pocket and dropping them on Harry's bedside table, "a thousand galleons. There was supposed to be a ceremony, but at this moment In this case..."

He put his bowler hat on his head, and went out of the room, closing the door behind him.As soon as he left, Dumbledore turned to look at the group by Harry's bed.

"There's some work to do," he said. "Molly . . . I can count on you and Arthur, if I'm not mistaken?"

"Of course not," said Mrs. Weasley.Her face was pale and her lips were bloodless, but her expression was resolute. "We know what kind of person Fudge is. It is precisely because Arthur likes Muggles that has hindered his development in the Ministry of Magic over the years. Fudge believes that Arthur lacks the dignity that a wizard should have."

"Well, I need to send a letter to Arthur," said Dumbledore. "To all those who can be persuaded to see the situation by us, we must immediately inform that Arthur has access to those in the Ministry of Magic." Not someone as short-sighted as Connelly."

"I'm going to see Daddy," Bill said, standing up. "I'm going right now."

"Great," said Dumbledore, "tell him what happened. Say I'll be in touch with him directly shortly. But he must proceed with caution. If Fudge thinks I'm meddling in the Ministry—"

"No problem, leave it to me," Bill said.

He patted Harry on the shoulder, kissed his mother on the cheek, then put on his cloak and strode out of the room.

"Minerva," said Dumbledore, turning to Professor McGonagall, "I'd like to be busy seeing Hagrid in my office. And—Madame Maxime—if she'd like to come too."

Professor McGonagall nodded and left without saying a word.

"Poppy," Dumbledore said to Madam Pomfrey, "please, would you stop by Professor Moody's office? There you will find a house-elf named Winky in great distress. You try Soothe her and take her down into the kitchen. I think Dobby will take care of her for us."

"Okay—okay." Madam Pomfrey looked a little surprised, and then she also left.

Now only Mrs. Weasley, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Amy, Professor Dumbledore, and Sirius and Snape, who were hostile to each other, were left in the ward.

"Hmph!" he growled angrily, glaring at Sirius - with the same disgust on Sirius' face, "what is he doing here?"

"I invited him," said Dumbledore, looking at the two of them in turn. "And you too, Severus. I trust both of you. Now you should put aside your old differences and trust each other."

Sirius and Snape stared at each other viciously, with expressions of utter hatred on their faces.

"In the short term," said Dumbledore, with a hint of impatience in his tone, "I will be content as long as you are not openly hostile to each other. You may as well shake hands. You are now on the same side. Time is short and we are a minority." The few who know the truth must unite, or there is no hope for us all."

Sirius and Snape came forward very slowly and shook hands, but they still glared at each other viciously, as if wishing each other bad luck.They let go quickly.

"That's more or less the case," said Dumbledore, standing between them again. "Now you both have missions. Fudge's attitude, although we expected it, has changed the whole situation. Sirius, I need You set off immediately. You go and inform Remus Lupine, Arabella Fig, Mundungus Fletcher—those old seniors. You are temporarily hiding in Lupin's place, and I will contact you there. "

"But—" said Harry.

"You'll see me soon, Harry," Sirius said, turning his head to Harry, "I promise you. But I've got to do my bit, you understand, don't you?"

"Yes," Harry, "yes...of course I understand."

Sirius shook Harry's hand quickly, nodded at Dumbledore, opened the door swiftly, and disappeared in an instant.

"Severus," said Dumbledore, turning to Snape, "you know what I'm going to tell you. If you're okay...if you're ready..."

"No problem," Snape said.

His face was paler than usual, and there was a strange light in his cold black eyes.

"Good luck, then," said Dumbledore, with a look of concern on his face, and Amy looked from Dumbledore to the Professor.

She opened her mouth a little dry, and was silent all night, feeling that her voice was a bit unnatural. "Severus - I have something to tell you,"

Everyone watched Amy walk towards Snape in amazement, Dumbledore was no exception, but Amy didn't flinch and walked towards the professor, she saw that the professor's face was caught off guard and flushed.

"I have nothing to tell you," he drew back.

Amy ran up to give him a hug regardless, and she could still hear Ron's exclamation behind her at this moment.

The professor stiffened.

"Then, I'll wait for your return." Amy whispered.

"Miss Tonks," his eyes sparkled, he gently but firmly pushed her away, "remember the idiot you said was the third time you fell into the cauldron? The third time my answer is still, no. You It's best to remember this sentence." Then he turned and left the ward without looking back.

Amy's tears fell, but she didn't chase them.

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