Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1036 Characters in the Spotlight

  After finishing packing things, Harry came to the atrium, ready to get off work through the Floo net, but when he walked to the magic fountain sculpture, he saw a person far away, and immediately subconsciously turned around and walked back.

   "Hey, Harry!" Cormac McLagen greeted warmly.

   "Why don't I use the invisibility curse?" Harry cursed annoyedly, then turned his head and looked at McLagen with a smile.

   "Why did you leave at this time?" McLagen said politely.

   "How about you? Overtime?"

   "You know I never work overtime, only the losers work overtime, oh, yes, we are going to hold a party later, do you want to go together?"

   "No, Ginny is waiting for me at home..."

"Come on, don't be so boring." McLagen put his arms around Harry's shoulders and walked to wait for his companions. People from the medicine club, she looked nothing when she was young, but now she's completely changed."

When Slughorn replaced Severus Snape as a potion professor in 1996, except for Ernie McMillan, Hefpaff’s senior children did not choose Slughorn’s senior magic. In the medicine class, they organized a potions club to complete the homework and essays of the potions class just like Harry Potter organized DA tutoring against Umbridge in the previous school year to resist Umbridge. Going to the responsive house, but borrowing a greenhouse from Professor Sprout.

   "I don't remember you were a member of the Potions Club." Harry recalled.

  Mclagan is not a member of the Slug Club, although he will be seen in many club activities.

   "What does it matter, we are the winner, Harry, the winner should enjoy the fruits of victory, parties, wine and music, what's the meaning of going home so early."

"do not you know?"

"what do you know?"

   "Nothing." Harry stared at McLagen's hand, as if thinking about how to get rid of it.

   "Look!" McLagen looked at the huge banner hanging in the atrium with the huge "M" logo on it. "Fudge used to have his own portrait printed on it. What is the Minister of Magic thinking now?"

   "Maybe he is looking for ideas." Harry said, staring at McLagen's profile.

   "Or he couldn't find a good photographer." McLagen squeezed his chin and thought, "Let me think about which angle Kingsley looks best."

  While McLagen was distracted, Harry immediately slipped to the fireplace closest to him. As a green flame rose, a series of furnace doors flashed blurryly, and Harry could vaguely glimpse the scene outside the furnace.

  But the process didn't take long. Soon Harry was standing on a solid ground and he appeared in the fireplace of Black's old house.

  The fireplace is in the living room, so he saw Kingsley Shacklet sitting on the sofa opposite the fireplace at a glance. He looked tired and his hair was much whiter than before.

   "Minister? I heard you are not here..."

   "I'm waiting for you, Harry." Kingsley said quietly, "fortunately I didn't wait much."

   "Are you waiting for me?"

   "And Ron Weasley, he should be there anytime."

  As soon as Kingsley’s voice fell, the sound of Apparition rang out the window. Harry looked out the window and found that Hermione and Ron appeared outside the door.

   "It's like going back to the days of the Order of the Phoenix." Kingsley said, "Are we going to the restaurant?"

   "No, it's fine here." Harry said, "We didn't use that room much. We usually eat in the kitchen."

   "The house is well cleaned." Kingsley looked at the renewed old house. "There are no spider webs, and no Humeizi, where is the portrait of Mrs. Black?"

   "Bill took it away."

   "It's strange to feel so quiet." Kingsley walked to the clock. "When you get used to a woman yelling, she suddenly disappeared. It feels like something is missing?"

   "What are you doing in my house today?"

   "We will know soon." Kingsley said mysteriously, and before long, Ron and Hermione appeared at the door of the living room.

   "Hi, Harry." Ron smiled stupidly, he was dressed up as a traveler and looked like a dusty man.

   "And the Minister." Hermione reminded behind Ron, and Ginny was standing at the back holding James Sirius Potter, looking worried.

   "Kingsley, why are you here?"

   "Please sit down, Mr. Weasley." Kingsley said with a serious face, and Ron and Hermione walked in and sat down on the sofa opposite him.

   "What I want to talk about now is the corresponding plan for this werewolf terrorist activity. You are the key to this operation." Kingsley pointed to Ron and said.

   "Me?" Ron pointed at himself in disbelief.

  "The Werewolves intend to create riots during the broadcast of the league match..."

   "Merlin's beard, Muggles also look at Quidditch?" Ron said in surprise.

   "It's Muggle football, idiot." Ginny said impatiently.

   "Just like Mrs. Potter said, the werewolves plan to transform during the game and broadcast live with the football match, so that they can achieve their goal of exposing the magic world."

   "Then what shall we do?" Ron asked after thinking about it.

   "It depends on your performance, Ron, do you bring the light extinguisher that Dumbledore gave you?"

   "Pretty!" Harry exclaimed, everyone except Kingsley was looking at him.

   "Come on, guys, this is obvious!"

  Ginny, Ron, and Hermione still looked at him inexplicably.

   "Hermione, don't even you know?"

   "I don't watch football very much." Hermione said, "my parents don't like it very much either."

  "The Premier League games are mainly night games. The spotlights must be turned on at night games. Even if the lights are off, nothing will be captured even if the camera is on."

"In fact, starting from tonight, the live broadcast of the focus events will be held in the evening. I have discussed with the Muggle Prime Minister's Office that they will immediately interrupt the broadcast signal of the TV station after we turn off the lights. The next step is to prevent on-site riots and eliminate memories. That kind of action, that’s why you are so important, Ron."

   "Damn it," Ron murmured.

   "This light extinguisher was designed by Dumbledore himself. I have asked the Ministry of Magic to imitate similar magic items, but I still rely on you, Ron, before they are made."

   "How could a werewolf leak information to us so easily?" Harry asked, "Could it be a trap?"

   "There are many games in the league. If we wait for each one, we will soon be tired." Kingsley said, "and they can also disperse our forces. The most important thing is how to make the werewolves no longer dare to make chaos."

  "Why didn't you come during the meeting today?" Harry asked, "Are you in London, right?"

  Kingsley did not answer him.

   "Wait, if I come to guard against werewolves, who will track Pete Perdiro?" Ron asked.

   "Don't worry, there are more suitable candidates."

   "It's Amos Diggory, right?" Harry asked Kingsley, "I heard he retired early."

   "He wants to avenge his son, I think I should support his idea." Kingsley said.

   "So that's it. Ron came to deal with the werewolves. Did Diggory know that Pete Pediru was wearing a Horcrux?" Harry asked again.

   "No." Kingsley said, "That's the top secret. There are not many people who know it, except for those you told."

   "Who first thought of the existence of other Horcruxes?" Harry said angrily. "Maybe he made a mistake."

  Everyone looked at him.

  Harry was so irritable that he walked around in the living room, pulling his hair, and they were as messy as James Potter all at once.

  "My scars sometimes hurt, but, you know, scars hurt when the weather changes."

   "This is logical, Harry, if I don't know you are a Horcrux, I will make another Horcrux and make up to seven." Hermione said.

   "Cedric Diggory, he made the Horcrux in front of your eyes, buddy." Ron said.

   "Maybe it was wrong, I didn't see any dark fog or flash."

   "The Confusion Charm does not flash, but it is a powerful magic." Hermione said.

   "Then what am I? Was it meaningless what I was doing?" Harry scanned the crowd angrily.

   "Maybe Albus didn't make a mistake." Kingsley said, "You are indeed a Horcrux, but the mysterious person doesn't know it."

   "Your statement is really vague." Harry said upset.

"It's not ambiguity, Harry Potter, ten blind people touch an elephant. They touch different parts and get different views. This requires a more comprehensive perspective to see one thing clearly and restore the true face of the elephant. Kingsley said, "We are often swayed by dualism, good and evil, right and wrong, black and white, but this worldview is not comprehensive. We forget that there is a'middle' between left and right. The way the people in the middle look at the problem often determines the key to victory or defeat. Muggles will win the support of the centrists during the campaign, and your victory at school also won the support of the centrists."

   "Ravenclaw and Hefpuff." Hermione whispered.

"Ravenclaw gave you the opportunity to publish the truth, and Hefpaff publicly supported you, even though Slytherin was the dominant player at the time." Kingsley said, "The neutrals will conduct a comprehensive observation before placing a bet. Usually people who can see elephants."

   "But it is possible to go wrong." Hermione smiled and said, "especially when they are confused by profit."

   "That's all I want to say." Kingsley stood up. "Please sit down, Mrs. Potter, I will find my way out by myself."

   "I'll see you off." Harry stood up and followed Kingsley out of the living room.

  As Harry looked down the stair railing, for a moment he thought he was standing in the middle of the dark hall with Severus Snape with shiny black hair.

  When Harry came to Black House for the first time many years ago, a large group of witches and wizards occupied this hall, but among so many people, Harry recognized him all at once.

  However, after he stepped down two steps, the ugly but eye-catching teacher at Hogwarts was gone, as if he had hallucinated just now.

   "Did you come up with this plan? Kingsley." Harry asked when he arrived on the landing.

   "Why do you ask that?" Kingsley turned quietly, he still looked so charming.

   "Don't mind." Harry waved his hand "Thank you for telling me that Calvin will only let me wait at home for news."

   "I don't think he did anything wrong, Harry Potter, you are the most important thing than catching the werewolf who made trouble."

   "You said that, I am more important than the Muggle Prime Minister." Harry said with a grin.

"I still think so." Kingsley sorted out his hat in the mirror. "If the prime minister has an accident, there will be a deputy prime minister and a foreign secretary. Muggles have devised a series of plans to deal with emergencies, but you There is only one. We have no plan B. We were under siege at the time and there was no other way out."

   "Neville and Slytherin are reconciled." Harry said, "Do you think what he did is right or wrong?"

   "As I said earlier, we are easily swayed by dualism. Why not stand in the'middle' and think about this." Kingsley patted Harry on the shoulder. "Good luck, Harry Potter."

   "The same goes for you, Mr. Minister."

  The two looked at each other and smiled. Kingsley opened the door and left the Black House, then Apparated at the door.

  After he had left, Harry was about to go up the stairs, but inadvertently looked at the closed door of the restaurant.

  He stood there motionless, as if waiting for the door to open, a large group of people came out from inside, and then quickly moved towards the door.

   "Harry, come up soon! Look what I brought for James!" Ron yelled upstairs.

   "Come here now." He said to Ron, and then glanced at the restaurant.

"I hope you can eat here before leaving." Harry said to the empty hall, and then returned to the second floor along the stairs. The heads of the house elf hanging on the wall have been replaced by Quidditch items, especially It was the Golden Snitch who used to install the Resurrection Stone. It was polished shiningly and looked as dazzling as a trophy.

  　 Whenever there is a power outage during a football match, the wailing sound is almost like a midnight wolf howling

  (End of this chapter)