DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Accident? Since it was just an accident, what did you mean by that? What explanation do you want me to give you?"

Dumbledore smiled instead of anger, and began to approach step by step.

"This... Dumbledore!" Fudge couldn't help but backed up again and again. He nervously took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Under Dumbledore's pressing step by step, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he remembered his purpose of coming this time, he stopped abruptly, and shouted loudly: "I think you should be responsible for the casualties of the dementors!"

"The casualties of the dementors have nothing to do with me, I just expelled them!" Dumbledore frowned slightly.

"You can't lie to me! According to statistics from the Ministry of Magic, more than fifty dementors were reduced to ashes under your patron saint, and many of them were seriously injured!"

Fudge took a deep breath, trying to show an angry look, "They were the guards of Azkaban before, and now they are the law enforcers who catch fugitives and protect Hogwarts... Even if they break into Hogwarts for some reason... Entering Hogwarts, but it doesn't mean you can bully or even slaughter them like this!"

Dumbledore laughed angrily at Fudge's remarks, he was telling the truth, he did not kill the dementor before. However, a little wizard with an unknown psychological shadow area is not necessarily so.

"I think the Ministry of Magic should have collected the ashes of those dementors a long time ago. You can check whether it is because of me. The Ministry of Magic should have this level of detection.

In addition, I want to say one last thing, if you fly so high in a thunderstorm, you will be struck by lightning. Sorry, Connelly, I think it really might just be an accident~..."

Dumbledore remembered the silver-white lightning hidden in the radiance of his Patronus, and said meaningfully.

After saying the last sentence, the old headmaster turned around, as if Fudge behind him didn't exist, and quickly walked into the office alone. The split stone beast also quickly closed with sharp eyesight, without giving the man in the green hat a chance.

"Dumbledore, stop!"

Fudge tried to catch up with two short legs, but was blocked by an ugly stone beast again: "Password?"

"Licorice wand!" Fudge said aloud the password that Dumbledore had just said.

"Wrong password!"

"asshole!"

Fudge stomped his feet angrily, looked up at the ugly stone beast, and finally left without looking back. He wanted to go back to the Ministry of Magic to examine the remains of the dementor. If, as Dumbledore said, the dementors were killed by lightning, then he would have brought shame on himself this time.

...

"Mr. Minister, this is the inspection report on the investigation into the death of a dementor..."

In the Ministry of Magic, a witch who was still in the internship period approached Fudge's office tremblingly with an inspection report. She looked up nervously at Fudge who was in deep thought, put down her things, and quickly left the right and wrong place. land.

Soon, there was an exasperated growl and the sound of broken porcelain in the office~...

Carl doesn't know how angry Fudge was when he wrestled with Dumbledore and ended up in a disastrous defeat, because he was waiting for Harry to wake up in the school hospital at this time.

"Harry, are you awake? Congratulations, the operation was successful, and you don't have to envy Hermione anymore! Madam Pomfrey's knife skills are as superb as ever!"

Carl put down the melon seed shell in his hand, and said a little funny.

Harry's face was full of black lines, and he even wanted to hit someone a little bit. If it wasn't for his current weakness and the fact that he couldn't beat him, he probably would have hit him directly like he usually put Malfoy on the ground with a hammer.

"Carl, stop messing around! By the way, what happened to the final result of this competition?"

Harry slapped his head and asked eagerly. Although he knew that the possibility of Gryffindor winning because of himself was extremely small, he still had a glimmer of hope in case any miracle happened? For example, the kind where Wood suddenly exploded in the small universe and killed the audience.

Ron muttered, as if complaining, and Hermione was also silent.

But Carl is different. Facing Harry's ardent desire, he did not hesitate to shatter the boy's glass heart: "Malfoy caught the Snitch before he fell, so, in the end, you know, I won't say it~..."

Harry's expression darkened. Although he had prepared for it, it still felt so painful to hear this.

"If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't cry, because life will continue to deceive you. So, you should be grateful for having me as an outspoken friend."

Carl patted Harry on the shoulder, pinched his nose and poured down a big bowl of poisonous chicken soup.

Ron on the side had a weird expression on his face, as if he was suppressing some kind of emotion. He covered his mouth and looked at Harry, who had an MMP expression on his face. rushed out. After a long time, Carl heard a few wanton laughter from outside the window.

Alas, the world is going downhill, people's hearts are not old!

Hermione, who was beside him, glared at him with a hint of reproach. It seems to be saying that for a patient, shouldn't you be more tactful?

After seeing that nothing happened to him, Carl left the school hospital with peace of mind. He didn't pay much attention to what happened after that, after all, his own interests were satisfied, and because of the extremely concealed actions, Fudge could only suffer from this dumb loss, and secretly wrote it down in a small notebook, hoping that there would be a day of liquidation in the future .

As for Harry, it was miserable. His halo was broken in two by the storm, and there was no possibility of repairing it. So he could not help but be immersed in grief for the next period of time.

Carl, who got the news, was very emotional, and very unconscionable, he showed Harry a wave of God's Spiritual Leap as he gradually became stronger and more superior in performance, almost making him drool.

Anyway, Sirius estimated that he was already sending him Firebolts at this moment, and by that time, what had been with him for two or three years, and the two thousand light wheels with deep feelings would all be crawled away by labor and management.

Although a well-known blacksmith who lived in seclusion on the Elwynn line and did not want to be named said that equipment should be treated like a lover.

However, if the old ones don’t go, the new ones won’t come! Especially when you can't let go of your mind, looking for Kelly is a good choice...

"Hey, boy, your weapon seems to be very ordinary."

Enhanced 12% off warning!

Some recent gossip makes Carl quite fond of talking about it, especially the Malfoy family, because the little Malfoy was almost killed by a dementor, his father Lucius is now looking for trouble for Fudge all day long, really It made the minister a little anxious.