[HP]Aluet

This is the first time I have seen this rumored Hufflepuff senior.

His attire is the same as when I first met Dumbledore in the orphanage, a neat and elegant suit with a high collar, and his head is always slightly lowered, causing his Half of his face was tightly blocked.And except for taking off his hat when he came, his hands were almost always hidden in his pockets.

He looks a little older, but his hair is still a healthy brown, and his eyes are as clean and bright as a young man in his 30s or [-]s.

"Hello."

He flashed me a gentle and polite smile, his eyes just glanced briefly across my face and then fell again, looking at the corner of Dumbledore's table.

"If you have this idea, there may only be one creature that meets the requirements." Newt raised his eyebrows, finally took out his hand, and quickly pushed back a green thing that was sticking out of his coat pocket. I didn't have time to see clearly, "—— Jueyin bird. But you must know that Jueyin bird will only sing before it dies, calling out all the sounds it has heard in its life. That is to say, they can only sing once in a lifetime. "

I rubbed my chin worriedly.

"However," he added when he saw that we suddenly fell silent, "I think we can shift the focus a bit and find a way to imprint these voices in people's subconscious, which is more useful than relying on external forces all the time."

"That's a good idea." Dumbledore nodded approvingly.Newt rubbed his nose and smiled sheepishly, like a student receiving an award.

"We might as well think about a question. You can help people escape from nightmares. Is this phenomenon because your ability is fighting against the nightmare beast, or is it because the nightmare beast fears or rejects your ability?" he asked.

"Is this important?" I asked a little puzzled.

"Yes, yes, this is very important." Newt nodded, "Because if it's confrontation, then I'm afraid it will be troublesome, because even if the soundless birds can copy your voice, they can't have your special ability. If it's fear Or repel, it is much easier to do, just imitate the harmonics and rhythm in the sound, so that the nightmare beast will retreat by itself - so our method can be implemented normally."

"Honestly, I don't know," I said, "but we can experiment."

Newt did not know where to bring a soundless bird. According to him, this soundless bird was already very old and might not last much longer.So I became a bird under their noses, and before it unfolded my song.Since then, this soundless bird was placed in my room, and I fed it normally every day until about a week passed.

This was definitely the best night of sleep I've ever had.

The melodious chirping sound resounded in my mind, and in my hazy consciousness, I seemed to have returned to the warm swaddle of my childhood.

When he woke up the next day, the poor Juan Yin bird was lying motionless at the bottom of the cage, his body was stiff.

So we started our plan in earnest, imbued them with voices, mixed memory potions with their food, and then let them out.

This is probably no other way.

The number of soundbirds in the UK began to increase linearly.But it turns out that this approach does work.

"The peace I bought with death." I stood by the window, looking at the scattered birds on the branches outside, and said with emotion.

"They died a natural death, Ashley." Dumbledore patted me on the shoulder. "It is indeed heavy, but there is no other way."

"This is just the beginning, Dumbledore." A strong sense of suffocation oppressed my heart, "When the war really breaks out, even death will not bring peace."

……

I followed Dumbledore to the Ministry of Magic. He planned to inquire about the situation in other European countries, but he didn't get any useful information.

No country is at war, and no region is in need of aid.

This is very strange, logically speaking, Spain has begun to turmoil, the neighboring countries should also be affected, and once the war has started, it cannot be suddenly stopped.However, why are other countries not affected in the slightest and are still peaceful?

I lingered at the door, put away the letters in my hand, and waited for Dumbledore to come out.

A gust of wind blew over at an untimely moment, and the paper I had just put in my pocket was blown away, and three or four pages were scattered. I took out my wand and cast a spell, but those pages paused strangely in mid-air, and were not touched by my spell. Pulled, but gathered together, turned to fly in another direction, and fell into the hands of a man.

He was wearing a black suit, with a suitcase in one hand and a few Ministry of Magic letters in the other.

He looked up, revealing a face I've seen so often in the papers - Norby Richie, the current Minister for Magic.

Behind him was another person, who seemed to be an old employee of the Ministry of Magic, and looked me up and down with unkind and mean eyes.

A Ministry of Magic employee nodded slightly as he passed him, saying hello.

He responded with a benign smile, but when those eyes came back to me, the chill in them made me break out in a cold sweat.

Will he discover anything?But it doesn't seem to matter. After all, I still have Dumbledore's support. When he comes out, I can explain it to prevent Rich from misunderstanding.I racked my brains on what to say to fool him temporarily.

He approached me step by step, I lowered my head to avoid meeting his eyes.

"Minister." I called out respectfully, and quietly moved my body to the corner to avoid being noticed by more people.I thought, maybe I should explain that I am a student of Dumbledore, waiting for him here, and these letters are just for him-but before I could open my mouth, my chin suddenly felt the cold leather glove With a touch, he lifted my face up, and I looked at his expression in amazement.

I suddenly have a... weird feeling, but I can't put it into words.

"Your letter has been lost." Rich smiled kindly again on his face, as if everything just now was imagined by myself, he stuffed the thing into my hand, and said in a low voice, "next time Be careful, keep your things safe."

"Thank you...thank you." I took a step back hesitantly, but he didn't say much, and brushed my shoulder and passed by, the man behind him also followed, and quickly disappeared from my sight.

I furrowed my eyebrows fiercely to get rid of the uncomfortable weird feeling in my heart.

The disturbing peace continued. Apart from the nightmare beast, there was suddenly no other movement in the UK. Of course, those restless black magic creatures were still active in various places, but the Ministry of Magic could handle it for the time being.

I still feel abnormal.

I have a very bold guess, maybe I should find a chance to confirm it.

For a long time, I began to go around the Ministry of Magic alone, consciously or unconsciously, but I never ran into Nobby Rich again.

I glanced at the time, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, the sky darkened, and I slowed down my pace.

There were fewer and fewer people coming and going, and I turned into a narrow alley.Footsteps were clearly audible, and my heart was pounding.

After a while, my eyes were suddenly pitch black, and my hand quickly touched the wand, but almost at the same time, a hand covered the back of my hand, firmly pressing it together with my wand in the pocket , unable to move an inch.

In the dimness, my other senses became more acute as I lost my vision. My back was pressed against someone's chest, and the deep voice and the heat of my breath lingered in my ears.

"You're so brave, Ashley."

Familiar breath, familiar tone of voice, familiar way of contact, his hands caressed my collarbone and neck, and pinched my jaw, forcing my whole body to be trapped in his control and unable to escape.

He squeezed my throat with increasing force, and the instant pain and suffocation made me really feel the cold killing intent that he didn't intend to show.

I can finally fully confirm my guess.

I couldn't see anything, so I simply closed my eyes, but I was even a little greedy for this long-lost tenderness.

"You're in a hurry, Riddle." I took a deep breath and said lightly.

He wasn't calm enough, and I finally realized the slight imperceptible anxiety that he deliberately concealed, and it was exposed to me like this now.

I clutched a Galleon in my pocket - I used it to contact Dumbledore at all times.It was hot and trembling in my palm, Riddle's body froze for a moment, I guess he probably realized the crisis.

Riddle didn't want to confront Dumbledore so early.

He chuckled lightly.

"You'd better pray that Dumbledore can protect you all the time." The indifferent voice resounded in my ears, like smoke, and gradually moved away from me together with his breath, "Don't let me have a chance."

Light has returned to my world.I gasped for breath for a while, and my tense nerves were relieved.

"Norby Richie probably had an accident, Dumbledore," I said. "If I'm not mistaken, Riddle has monopolized all information, and Britain is trapped like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. People don't realize it at all." Danger looming. The Ministry of Magic must have been infiltrated by them."

"Rickey is suffering from some kind of incurable disease." Dumbledore said, "I just got the news today. I guess the cause of the disease is probably something strange. Before that, Nobby Lee from the Ministry of Magic Qi is no longer the real him."

"Rich will be forced to resign soon..." He stared straight at a fixed point, as if thinking about something, "When the next Minister of Magic takes office, I'm afraid there will be some troubles again, we have to Think ahead of everything that might happen...and take some effective precautions."