Stepfather of HP

Department of Secrets.

Until one night, the door in the dream was opened, and he slid on the ground at a strange angle, passing through rows and rows of shelves full of strange glass balls, and then he saw a person... It was Ya Mr. Thur Weasley!

What happened next was too weird, "he" attacked Arthur Weasley!

Harry sat up, wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and told himself desperately that this was just a dream, but he had an ominous premonition.

"What's the matter with you Harry? Are you having nightmares again?" Ron also sat up.

"Quick! Follow me to the headmaster." Harry jumped out of bed and ran forward desperately.

When Harry came to the door of the headmaster's office, Snape was coming out, his normally tightly-knit long black hair was scattered, and there were faint bloodstains on the black robe.

"Severus, what's the matter with you?" Harry didn't care much, and reached out to La Severus directly.

"Go back to your bed," said Snape, really the ungrateful brat who had been working so hard for someone else.

"Harry had nightmares," said Ron, who now felt a little pitiful for Harry, pursuing a relationship that would never be reciprocated.

Snape glanced at Harry. If he remembered correctly, Harry had dreamed of Arthur Weasley being attacked in his previous life. Unfortunately, it was not Weasley but Ming Gang who was in charge of the Department of Mysteries tonight. Sirius whispered to him, "Go back to bed."

"You're hurt!" Harry yelled.

Snape pushed him away and walked forward, "If you hate me, at least let someone see your injuries!"

"That's my blood." Sirius also came out of the headmaster's office, he held Harry with a wry smile, a thick lump bulged on his shoulder because of the bandage.

"Sirius... I don't know..." Harry lowered his head.

"You are not a prophet, how would you know that the two of us participated in a battle tonight, and then I was injured."

"Didn't he hurt you?"

"No, oh, Merlin, no, if he hurts me like this, I guarantee he will have more wounds than mine." Sirius shook his head, "Go back to sleep."

Harry hated the feeling of not knowing anything, it was clear that Severus and Sirius had been on a very dangerous mission together, and Sirius had been injured, but no one would tell him what happened.

"What does the Department of Mysteries do?"

"My father said it was a room that even the Ministry of Magic wouldn't want to stay in. It was full of mysterious and dangerous objects, but it's also possible that he was scaring me." Ron said.

Mysterious and dangerous...

Harry went back to bed, and almost as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell into another dream. In the dream, Harry went to the headmaster, and the headmaster sent someone to rescue Arthur Weasley.

Apparently Voldemort wanted something from the Department of Mysteries, maybe a powerful dark magic item?

The Order of the Phoenix knew this and had been guarding that thing. Based on what happened last night, Harry found it was Sirius and Severus who were guarding the item last night.

93. Son puberty

The first thing Harry did at dawn the next day was to go see Sirius, anyway last night all he could think about was Severus, he was a bit of a jerk for not showing due concern for Sirius' injury.

Ever since he happened upon Sirius making out with Remus by accident, Harry had developed the good habit of knocking on the door of Sirius' room, even if Sirius had said a thousand times that his door would always be open to Harry.

"Is that Harry? Come in!" Sirius said.

Harry opened the door and walked in. Sirius was not in the room, but in the bathroom, frowning at his bandaged shoulders in the mirror with his upper body crossed.

To be honest, Harry was a little envious of Sirius' muscular, well-proportioned, golden-ratio body, but he was still a little too thin anyway.

"Come and help me with this thing called 'Bag'. I really don't know why Muggles invented such a complicated thing."

Harry took two steps closer, stretched out his hand to touch the slightly bleeding wound, "I thought your wound had healed earlier." After all, the speed of healing wounds with potions in the wizarding world can be called a miracle.

"Bobby said that it would be good to completely remove the snake venom wound. There is something in the snake venom that will make the wound difficult to heal, so she used the Muggle method to wrap a 'bandage' for me." Sirius explained, "But this It's just so embarrassing."

"It's a bandage," Harry corrected him. "You probably got water in the shower. Did she give you a new bandage?"

"She gave me a lot and said that if I can't figure it out by myself, I can go to the medical room."

"Let me give it a try. I was in the Boy Scouts when I was in elementary school," Harry said, and then Harry thought about the arguments he had with Severus to join the Boy Scouts like the rest of his classmates, and how Severus Severus had followed him secretly throughout the Scouting, and Severus thought he didn't know, but he had already found out.

"child……?"

"Muggles teach little boys some life skills that boys should know and give back to the society. Of course, girls also participate, but most girls are not interested in Boy Scouts." Harry explained, turning soap into scissors , Cut the bandage bit by bit, lifted it up gently, the oozing blood really connected the bandage to Sirius' flesh, Harry removed this part bit by bit.

Sirius' muscles were tangled up, and he gritted his teeth desperately. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. As a wizard, he really didn't have such a long time to endure such pain. Although he had experienced countless battles and suffered numerous injuries, But nothing has been worse than this time.

"Did Poppy give you the powder?"

Sirius gritted his teeth and nodded, pointing to a medicine bottle on the table in the bedroom, "That's white fresh powder."

Harry summoned fresh powder, bit the lid with his teeth, and sprinkled it on Sirius' wound bit by bit. If it was ordinary physical damage, the white powder should have closed his mouth long ago, but the wound still didn't have a little bit of damage. I want to restrain myself.

Now Harry understood the meaning of what Bobby said. Fortunately, judging from Sirius' slightly relaxed expression and the slightly slowed blood flow, although the effectiveness of the white fresh powder was reduced, it still had an effect.

Sprinkling a whole bottle of white fresh on Sirius' wound, Harry put a tourniquet on him again, and bandaged him again.

In order for the bandage to exert its hemostasis effect to the maximum extent, Harry used a little more strength, "Hmph..." Sirius couldn't help but groan.

"Hold on, it'll be fine in a while," Harry whispered, and continued to wrap the bandage firmly.

Sirius bit his lip.

"Call out if it really hurts, don't hold back."

"Ah... Huh..." Sirius finally couldn't help crying out, that snake that deserved to die ten thousand times...

"It's about to heal." Harry also became nervous. When he was studying in the Boy Scouts, he didn't really bandage the injured, it was just practice among the members.

The bathroom door was suddenly kicked open, and Severus stood at the door with a livid face, and his face suddenly turned red after seeing the situation clearly.

He put the potion in his hand on the ground, "The antidote to snake venom." He turned and left after speaking.

The two people who were surprised were left behind.

"The antidote has finally come out. I suspect that he was waiting for an opportunity to get revenge on me so he stayed up so late."

"After all, Nagini is not an ordinary snake, but has the blood of a basilisk... It's normal for him to dispense the antidote so late." Harry said casually.

"How do you know that snake's name is Nagini?"

Harry froze, yeah, how did he know?in a dream?Maybe I heard it in a dream, but how do I explain it to Sirius?

"Severus told me."

"When did you start calling him by his name? Is that why he got mad at you?"

Harry was officially at a loss for words.

After Sirius drank the antidote, he sprinkled white fresh water on the wound, and it really healed up quickly, leaving only a faint red mark. He tore off the bandage two or three times, and threw it aside.

"We need to talk."

"I still have to go to class." Sirius just didn't want to think badly, he was an Auror, and he didn't lack observation eyes, but his love for Harry blinded him, and now he became suspicious , Harry suspected he couldn't hide it from him. "I haven't had breakfast yet. The Dueling Club has activities in the afternoon. I'll see you after dinner."

Harry ran away after speaking, and when he ran out of Sirius' room, he saw Severus standing in front of the French window in the corridor.

"Severus..."

Snape turned around, "Keep your hands away from Black, whether he touches you or you touch him, I will kill him." Snape said, he turned and left after speaking, the black The robe was blown like a flag by the wind.

Harry stared blankly at his back, and slowly a smile formed on the corner of his mouth, whether it was because he was jealous or he really cared about him, at least Severus cared about him, didn't he?

The more Snape thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.Harry liked him, and Harry had an Electra complex, a crush on older men who came into his life, so Sirius was a better match than him.

Sirius is handsome, has a better temper and is more popular. Sirius proved that his charm is invincible when he was a student. As far as he knows, there are several gay students in Hogwarts who have always had a crush on him, so Harry is here with him It is understandable that he was taken aback and turned to Sirius' embrace.

The scene he saw in Black's room today became more and more dazzling as he thought about it. Black stretched his upper body, and Harry focused on changing his bandages. If he hadn't kicked the door open, the situation might have continued to be ambiguous.

Blake was known for his lack of morals when he was a student. It is hard to guarantee that he will not be able to resist the temptation of Harry. After all, Harry has grown into a very handsome young man.

Snape almost wanted to order a chastity for Harry, and he would never release it until Harry passed through the terrible puberty. Regarding Harry's obsession with himself, after consulting DR Huang, Snape boiled it down to More extreme puberty phenomenon.

Snape felt much better with that reason, and Harry would get through these painful years, as long as he acted responsibly and kept rejecting him.

But he didn't think about the situation where Harry shifted his interest to others. After all, he himself is quite dedicated, and there is no such thing as Harry falling in love with other adult idols in his mindset.

But Blake sounded the alarm.

At the Dueling Club event after the last class, Harry almost stared blankly at Severus walking towards him, standing between himself and Sirius, "I think we should change the guidance group , introducing fresh concepts?"

Sirius was stunned, "Well... okay." He nodded, since Severus wanted to guide Harry's group - if it was before, he would have blocked it, but since this is the two of them Sirius still chose to fulfill the signal of reconciliation after the Cold War.

He really listened to what Remus said, no matter what Snape did for Harry, he was rich and young but refused to remarry, he did his duty to Harry, and Harry really cared about Snape, For Harry's sake he should have taken a step back.

Severus switched teams with Sirius but didn't teach Harry right away, he just watched silently as Harry taught other Dueling Club members fighting skills.

That girl named Zhang Qiu looks pretty good, why doesn't Harry like such a girl?

There was also the one named Luna, although it was a little strange, but Snape knew that she was the main force of the DA army later, she was a nagging but not bad girl, he could accept Harry's choice of her.

Ginny, who didn't join the dueling club because she was in the fourth grade, was not bad, although he thought she was ordinary in appearance and personality, and had no advantages except that she belonged to the Weasley family. The aura of the Weasley family was all concentrated in The boys are here, but Harry and her were boyfriend and girlfriend in the last life after all, why didn't they renew their relationship?

If you like boys, the Zabini that Harry is currently guiding is good. Although the blood of the sensuality is passed down from female to male, but her looks and charm are inherited—don’t ask him how he knows Mrs. Zabini’s secret , as a master of potions, he checked those unlucky men in his last life. Although she concealed it very well, she just sucked up those men slowly, but as long as you know where to look, you can still find out, so ah, Some of those Aurors were either captivated by Madam Zabini's charms, or blinded.

Snape saw Hermione again, who had registered to participate in the Saturday Dueling Club competition. What a good girl she was. She had almost never made a mistake except for choosing Ron stupidly. To be honest, Harry in the previous life was a bit Not good enough for her, but Harry in this life is perfect for her... Go ahead, girl.

Hermione took two quick steps and stretched out her wand to defuse the freezing spell that Zabini almost hit Harry. Harry was simply distracted by the presence of Professor Snape.

"Be careful, if you continue to be so absent-minded, you will die." Hermione warned him in a low voice, and Harry nodded.

"Harry, you are surrounded by harassing horseflies," said Luna, a strange girl with a carrot earring.

Harry blushed.

"Can you see it?" Luna said.

"what?"

"I saw you when school started. I can tell from your eyes that you can see them. Thestrals are very docile animals."

"Let's continue practicing." He could indeed see the Thestrals, although Cedric was not killed, he could still see the Thestrals...

94. Reporting by Rita Skeeter

The dueling club's first match was a bit chaotic. Snape and Black worked together to draw a circle and let the duelists fight in the circle, and the problem was solved.

After one month, Harry maintained a record of unbeatable victories, and Draco's record also maintained a unbeaten record. The score between Team A and Team B was very tight, and everyone was training hard, which also made Neville's situation even more prominent. Some, he was all defeated.

Harry felt bored. In fact, Neville just learned slowly and practiced very hard. Harry imitated Harry in his dream, found old photos of members of the Order of the Phoenix and copied them to Neville. Neville looked at his mental state. Normal parents with moist eyes.

He is the kind of person who looks stupid, but he can learn things better than anyone else when he is persistent, at least in terms of herbal medicine. Harry taught him some spells carefully, and he also practiced hard. At least in Harry's opinion, the effect is very qualified. Now he can't rank in the top ranking of the dueling club, and the middle rank is always okay, but when he really duels, he always loses.

Harry specially observed him for a few rounds, and found that he was afraid of hurting others, and he couldn't use the spells that he usually performed well, so Harry simply became his opponent in practice.

"Don't be afraid of getting hurt, I'm very strong." Harry said, but Neville's hands were trembling a little.

"I..." Neville dropped his wand, turned and ran out of the practice room.

Harry gave chase.

"I'm ashamed, aren't I? I don't know why the Sorting Hat put me in Gryffindor! I should be Hufflepuff, no, Hufflepuff is better than me..." Neville thumped hard wall.

"The Sorting Hat never makes a mistake." Well, it sorted Wormtail into Gryffindor, but it takes courage to betray a friend? "You must be in Gryffindor because you have something about you that you don't understand."

"What's the quality? Why didn't I notice it?" Neville said. He knew what those classmates had been whispering all the time. What a glorious history.

"You're brave, remember when you stopped me from doing stupid things?"

"You are the savior, I would be a fool to stop you." Neville smiled self-deprecatingly.

"No, even my father praised your bravery. He said that it is very brave to stop your 'friend' from doing bad things to you in a disadvantaged situation. I will tell you secretly that there is one person who I think is very brave. Gryffindor can't do that."

Neville froze.

"You like Ginny, don't you?" Harry was in love himself, and naturally he knew the eyes of people who were in love.

"Yeah." Neville nodded shyly.

"Then show it to her! Don't be afraid of failure or hurting others. Since the school dared us to form a dueling club, we have already made preparations." Harry said.

Sunday was another day for dueling club activities. Everyone gathered in the hall designated as the competition venue. The carpet was lifted, revealing more than a dozen dueling circles.

As the captain, Harry applied to withdraw from the game. He stood next to Neville, patted him on the shoulder, and motioned him to look at Ginny who was cheering on the sidelines. Neville's eyes lit up, "Let her see that you are a real Hero," Harry whispered in his ear.

After the lottery, Neville's opponent was Crabbe, which was another piece of good news. Neville always cared less about people he didn't like very much.

Crabbe smiled when he saw that his opponent was Neville, "Here comes the man who gave me the copper wand!"

"Whoever gets the copper wand will have to wait and see after the match." Neville said, with a determined look in his eyes.

"Disarm you!" After the ceremony, Crabbe was the first to issue the first spell.

"Armor protection!" Neville avoided the spell, "It's all petrified!"

Crabbe's strength is not bad, and he also dodged it. After more than a dozen rounds, the two have not yet decided the winner. Crabbe, who originally looked down on Neville, felt a little ashamed. "Flock of birds!" A group of black birds rushed Neville flew over.

"There are many obstacles!" Neville fell to the ground in some embarrassment. The obstacles blocked the flock of birds, but only for a while. Harry looked at his forehead sweating, "It's all petrified!" Neville uttered. The second spell, and then hit back, "Fire!"

Crabbe hid in a bit of a panic. He glanced at Draco, who was standing outside the circle with a blank expression on his face, and said, "Go out!" Wei wriggled and swam towards Neville.

Neville was stunned, but he reacted quickly, and quickly cast a "There are many obstacles!"

After being stopped, the snake quickly gave up on Neville and started attacking others. Harry took a step forward, and Zizz... "Stop!"

The entire duel field immediately became extremely quiet, and everyone stopped and looked at Harry. Only then did Harry realize that he had revealed that he was a Parseltongue...

Snape, who had been guiding by the side, took two quick steps and waved his wand to turn the snake into a cloud of black smoke.

Then turned away.

Harry looked at him sadly. If this had happened before, his father would have dragged him by the collar into the cellar and scolded him, but now... even if there was food on his arm Dead Apostle tattoo, my father still won't even look at him...

Ron didn't know when he walked behind Harry, put a hand on Harry's shoulder, and looked around the whispering crowd like a guard.

It was only then that Harry realized that the moment he exposed his Parseltongue, he was isolated by everyone around him, leaving a vacuum within a meter around him.

But Ron came over, Hermione came over, Neville also came over, and then the twins, Ginny, Luna... people began to gather around him again.

Harry smiled, how lucky he was compared to the Harry in his dream.

"The Savior is a Parseltongue!"Brilliant irony,” Rita Skeeter reported on the front page of the Daily Prophet, citing a terrified Hogwarts student who asked not to be named: “I thought he was going to Harnessed that snake, luckily Professor Snape made it disappear, but I don't know when he'll do anything with his Parseltongue talent, Hogwarts isn't safe anymore."

Rita Skeeter later made various speculations about Harry's Parseltongue, and even listed the blood of the Potter family, and finally said: "After all, Slytherin is a character that has been around for thousands of years. The Potter family is a very old family, and it is not surprising that they have some kind of blood relationship with Slytherin, but how did this Gryffindor family hide their Parseltongue talent? Or is this a An atavistic phenomenon? The savior actually has the same talent as that person. I really don’t know whether to make people happy or worried. Fortunately, that person is dead, otherwise they would really have to hold a Parseltongue meeting.”

Ron quickly pulled out the newspaper in Harry's hand, crumpled it up and threw it away, "It's best not to let me know who the frightened student is, or I'll let him know what real fright is."

"Actually everyone is quite frightened," said Harry, looking up at the teacher's table, where Severus's seat was empty, Sirius looked at him with worried eyes, and Dumbledore was watching The Daily Prophet, seeing Harry's gaze, winked at him.

Harry thought Rita Skeeter's operation was over like this, but what she didn't expect was that she reported the Hogwarts dueling club the next day, "Hogwarts is training a secret army, Dumbledore What is the purpose of multiple? "

The title alone is provocative enough, not to mention the extremely inflammatory content, "Dumbledore first sold us the information that the Dark Lord is still alive, and then organized a dueling club at Hogwarts, all five Students above the grade are all receiving duel training. Someone told me that the strength of Hogwarts graduates is absolutely superior to all previous graduates. Is Dumbledore preparing for a war? The weapons are those innocent students? And his Who is the opponent? Are we going to start guarding against the appearance of the White Demon King?"

There is another row below, related reading "Hogwarts Murder" (2 edition)

Harry turned to the second page and found "The Murder at Hogwarts". The reporter was still Rita. She didn't even save such a provocative headline for the front page the next day, but put it on the second page.

"Hogwarts has always had a curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Because of such a 'curse', everyone turned a blind eye to the inexplicable casualties at Hogwarts, especially the casualties of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. However, the author The investigation found that this is not the case. If the unfortunate incident that happened to the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can be explained, the death of Professor Quirrell cannot be explained. The mother of the poor young man can't even find the body of her son. A 'death notice' from Hogwarts, a letter of condolence written by Headmaster Dumbledore himself, and requests for corpses were rudely ignored."

"We can think that Professor Quirrell disappeared because of a curse, and we can also ignore the incident in the Chamber of Secrets, but Wormtail's mysterious appearance and mysterious disappearance at Hogwarts make us feel that there is something unspeakable in this school. People's secrets, not to mention the deaths of Ministry officials Mr Barty Crouch and Ms Umbridge, poor Mr Barty Crouch disappeared in Hogwarts before Barty Crouch Jr. was arrested It's been a long time, but no one went to look for him, leaving his body exposed in the wilderness. When he was found, the body had been eaten by various animals. Ms. Umbridge's death was even more bizarre. Two senior officials in two years, Hogwarts It seems that there is not only the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but also the curse of Ministry of Magic officials..."

What Rita said can be said to be true, but after being processed and instigated by her, it makes people think that Hogwarts is some kind of dark organization. Harry believes that once these news come out, Hogwarts will be in focus again.

Sure enough, the Department of Education of the Ministry of Magic issued an urgent notice to suspend the Dueling Club on the grounds that it was too dangerous, although their injury rate was still low in Quidditch matches.

Auror director Scrinch personally came to Hogwarts to lead the investigation of Umbridge's death, and he began to question the professors one by one.

Umbridge died on Professor Report Day, August [-]th, when only the teachers were at Hogwarts.

Scrinch was the first to interrogate Snape.

"My forensic doctor said that he couldn't rule out the possibility of Ms. Umbridge's death from poisoning. I want to hear your opinion as a master of potions." Scrimge said, and he kept talking. Watching Snape's expression.

"If Ms. Umbridge was poisoned to death, I really want to meet the person who made the poison. At least I didn't find any signs of poisoning." Snape crossed his fingers on the table and said seriously .

"Do you think she might have been poisoned?"

"Since I don't know the cause of death, I don't rule out any possibility," Snape said, "But you are an expert in this area, aren't you?"

"My forensic doctor said that you are one of the best potions masters in the whole of England and even in the whole world. If Ms. Umbridge was poisoned, there would be no more than three people who were capable of poisoning, two of them They've been living in seclusion for many years."

"I really want to meet your forensic doctor." Snape twitched his lips and smirked.

"I've heard from others that Ms Umbridge was murdered within 10 minutes of you being in the office."

"Really? I don't have that strong sense of time, but I was drinking my first cup of black tea."

Scrimch was at a loss for the slippery snake king in front of him. His intuition told him that Umbridge's death was related to the Potions master in front of him, but he couldn't find a trace of evidence, even his best forensic doctor. It is not certain that Umbridge died of poisoning.

"When did you know about Harry Potter's savior status? And his special talent?"

Snape sat up straight, with a snake-like coldness in his eyes, "I knew from the very beginning that he killed Voldemort, and I knew about his Parseltongue talent very early on, after all, I was His guardian!" snapped Snape, eyes full of warning, and Scrimche thought of a cobra with its huge, terrifying neck.

Scrinch flinched for a second, but quickly regained his senses, "Okay, you can go, I'll come back to you if there's any problem."

Snape stood up, turned around and walked away. The moment the door closed, Scrinch immediately collapsed on the chair, unable to move for a long time, the aura of the Snake King was really terrifying.

95. Surprise!

Harry felt an invisible pressure at school all the time. Although he was used to this pressure, he still felt like a thorn in his back. Maybe it was because Scrimgeour talked to the professors only when he talked to Snape. The longest time, another kind of pressure followed.

Now some imaginative people are already imagining about mysterious conspiracies. I have to say that a female reporter like Rita is too powerful. People who believe in her account for the majority of the magical world. You can’t even say that she is Lying, because what she listed are all facts, and she just processed it a little bit. A really powerful lie is 80.00% truth plus 20.00% lies.

Thankfully there were plenty of people willing to side with him, even Draco.

"I remember that we haven't decided the winner yet." Draco blocked Harry's way, with the pride on his face that made people want to slap him straight away.

"What do you want?" Harry heard Ron repeat what Draco wanted to join them, but this is obviously not the place to ask Draco if he is on his side, Harry can only reply to him With equal pride.

"The Room of Requirement, each brings their own people on Saturday night, see or leave." Draco turned around and left after saying that, it looked like he had signed a gauntlet, rather than asking Harry to secretly reorganize the Dueling Club.

Scrimgeour's investigation is still ongoing, and the second on his list is Sirius Black, but Black always has various excuses, and has always turned himself into the bottom four on the list.

"What do you think of Umbridge's death?" Scrimgeour asked.

"Who?" Black raised his eyebrows, like a student who couldn't answer the question.

"Your former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Oh, the woman who died at the door... I think the health insurance of the Ministry of Magic should be strengthened, and there was a sudden death..."

"cough……"

"Moody also complained to me that the disability pension is too small to cover daily expenses, let alone potions."

Scrimche pressed his swollen forehead, the Auror branch taught Black too well, or was he just this slick and contemptuous tone of authority? "I think there must be a golden mountain to meet Mr. Muller's request. His daily expenses also include huge security expenses that are larger than the expenditure of the Minister of Magic." Why was he led by the nose by Black? "Our focus today is on Umbridge's death."

"She was unlucky, I was lucky, that's all, I wasn't at school when she was killed, I wasn't even in England, you don't think I killed her because of my Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship?"

"..."

"But it's possible that I killed her for her taste. After she died, her luggage was hauled to Hogwarts. Those pink and lace and cats..."

"What do you think of Snape?" Scrimgeour reminded himself desperately not to be led into a ditch by him.

"An unattractive person."

"Do you think he killed Umbridge?"

"Really? If it's true, hurry up and take him away. I'm sitting next to him in the cafeteria. I really can't stand the air-conditioning and potion smell on him..."

After he left, Scrimgeour drew a circle under the list with Black's name on it... another slippery guy... he was a Dumbledore loyalist without even asking.

The third from the bottom is the legendary divination professor Trelawney. It is an unbearable memory. In his dream, Scrimgeour also dreamed that rows of crystal balls were chasing him, and told him desperately that he would die miserably. Die content.

Who would die miserable and satisfied? It's simply illogical!

The penultimate one is Professor McGonagall, a serious old Scottish lady who looks cooperative when she enters the room, but Scrimgeour can't help but think of the scandal about her having an affair with Dumbledore.

"What do you think of Ms Umbridge's death?"

"Ms Umbridge's death is a huge loss for the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, for which I deeply regret and have sent my sincere condolences to her family."

The old lady came here according to the press release... Scrimgeour had a premonition that this inquiry would not be easy.

"I heard you were the one who found her body?"

"One of those who found her body... Poor lady, lay there all alone, until Mr. Filch, the warden, and I found her."

"Is there anything strange about her then?"

"No... Her expression is always smiling."

"As for the surrounding environment, Mr. Filch said that he smelled a fragrance. I think it's Umbridge's perfume. Oh, her taste in perfume... I really don't agree, poor Umbridge Ms. Kee, we would have had a very interesting conversation on the topic of fragrance."

"Where is Dumbledore? How did Principal Dumbledore react when he found out that Professor Umbridge was dead?"

"Of course, we first sent it to the infirmary to check whether the poor lady was saved. After confirming her death, I immediately wrote to the Ministry of Magic and asked us to check Ms. Umbridge. Unfortunately, no one knew the cause of her death. Our school doctor Poppy thought she should be dissected, which of course was denied by the minister."

"Do you think it was Hogwarts who killed her?"

"Of course not! Oh, for Merlin's sake, she didn't even walk through the gates of Hogwarts." The Scot's fiery temper made McGonagall stare.

Well, it seems that there is nothing to ask... Scrimgeour locked his target on Dumbledore.

Dumbledore greeted him warmly in the headmaster's office, and