Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Scrimgeour struggled to get up, gasping for breath: "Connelly, Dumbledore should stay..."

He couldn't finish his sentence.

Fudge shook his head and interrupted abruptly: "Rufus, I'm the minister."

Scrimgeour rolled his eyes, walked aside and sat down.

"Albus." Fudge's attitude became weak, he didn't dare to look at the scene on the Slytherin long table, moved his body, and walked to a direction where he couldn't see it, "I think, I'm afraid you have to come with me .”

Dumbledore's face was serious: "Now Hogwarts has happened..."

"If it was just me, I'd be happy for you to stay," interrupted Fudge, "but it's not just my decision."

He waved his wand.

In the pocket, a roll of parchment flew out and spread out in front of Dumbledore: "This is also the decision of the school board."

"There are quite a few wizards in the Wizengamot who agree."

In the face of these red tape, the greatest white wizard did not speak.

Fudge's heart immediately rose to his throat, and he stumbled when he spoke: "Dumbledore, are you going to go against the advice of the Ministry of Magic and the school board and go your own way?"

Tom's words, like a drumstick tempered by steel, slammed into his heart like a cymbal, and trembled with a clang. cease.

"Connelly, you know me, I don't have any idea." Dumbledore sighed, "If I had, something would have happened long ago."

But these words are as unreliable as the promises made by the objects in love.

Fudge didn't believe it.

He and Dumbledore are not even lovers, and there is no reason to believe this sentence.

"One day, only one day." Dumbledore sighed again.

Fudge relaxed slightly, and nodded: "We'll take care of everything in one day, Albus, you trust us, and we trust you."

Harry sneered and shook his head: "Professor, I'm afraid I have to apologize to you."

Dumbledore was taken aback.

"You know, you don't know what a man with a bezoar stuffed in his head is until he sees it with his own eyes." Harry shrugged.

Fudge's face darkened.

Dumbledore smiled: "Severus will definitely agree with you."

"You should stay." Harry glanced at the messy Slytherin table, "Tom is very arrogant, but he just bullies you and doesn't have time."

"He has already shown his timidity, and it only takes half a day to catch him."

Know how he hides himself.

Using a move a second time is ineffective against wizards.

"Yes, I know very well." Dumbledore nodded.

Fudge's expression became terrified again, and he nervously tugged at the handkerchief in his hand: "Albus..."

"I believe Severus, Minerva, and other professors." Dumbledore said softly, "They will protect Hogwarts for the day I leave."

"Harry, you have to protect yourself too."

Harry nodded: "I plan to stay here."

Dumbledore was taken aback.

"Tom's target is me, maybe he still has some way to break into the lounge." Harry sat down, if he went back to the lounge, he would bring other little wizards into trouble.

Scrimgeour spoke forcefully: "Don't worry, Mr. Potter, the Aurors will..."

"The Ministry of Magic will protect you." Fudge interrupted him, making a quick promise.

Scrimgeour snorted and turned his head aside.

"Mr. Dumbledore, we should go." Fudge urged, "Use your office's Floo network? Or Lockhart's office?"

Dumbledore waved his wand, turned and left without saying a word.

Fudge trotted to keep up with him.

In the empty hall, only Harry and Scrimgeour were left.

Without Fudge's obnoxious colleague, the Auror chief of staff, whose picture had been published in the Daily Prophet, turned his head and studied Harry carefully.

That was still in first grade.

Harry looked bigger and taller than he had then, with eyes like a lion's, sharper.

"Mr. Potter, you don't have to worry." Scrimgeour said, trying to comfort the second-year wizard, "With me here, I will protect you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Harry handed over a bottle of potions.

Scrimgeour was taken aback.

"Easy potion, drink it, you are very nervous now." Harry introduced, shaking the potion in his hand, the intention of handing it to him became more obvious.

Scrimgeour took it dryly, hesitated, and took the potion.

"Wait, if the basilisk, or Tom appears, be careful." Harry continued, "What kind of creature is the basilisk, remember?"

"Remember." The warmth felt in Scrimgeour's lower abdomen, his whole body became warm, and the pain caused by the Cruciatus Curse, only the remaining trace of pain, disappeared, "Is it really a basilisk?"

Harry nodded, "Don't look into its eyes."

"The professor has placed some spells, that may be aimed at it."

Scrimgeour chatted with Harry.

wait...

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

Didn't he open his mouth to comfort Harry?

Why is he comforting himself now.

Before he had time to adjust the difference in identity between the two, Snape hurried over and gritted his teeth: "Where's Dumbledore?"

"Let's go." Harry replied succinctly.

There was uncontrollable anger in Snape's tone: "How dare he, what did he think, did he get his head into the water of the entire Black Lake, and just leave you behind?"

"It's Fudge." Harry shook his head, "The Minister of Magic."

Scrimgeour couldn't hold back, he burst out laughing.

Snape looked over coldly.

Scrimgeour put on a straight face: "Professor Snape, you should be in the Slytherin lounge now, protecting your students is the most important thing, isn't it?"

"Here is me..."

He picked up his wand, as though trying to drive Snape away.

"Then it's up to you here?" Snape interrupted him with a sneer, "While Potter was dealing with those things, he also had to protect you as an oil bottle. When Dumbledore came back, he saw two A corpse?"

Scrimgeour was a little embarrassed.

What does it mean to be protected by Harry? I am also the head of the Auror office, the most elite Auror.

"That's better than you. At least I'm on the same side as Mr. Potter. There's no need to worry about someone casting a spell behind you and attacking you." Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes and refused to budge.

"This Mr. Scrimgeour should not be a drag on me." Harry said, breaking the atmosphere of tit-for-tat between the two of them.

Then he said to Scrimgeour: "As for Professor Snape, he is someone whom both Professor Dumbledore and I trust."

Scrimgeour snorted coldly, but did not speak.

Snape was about to continue cursing Dumbledore.

With a bang, a huge figure broke through the door of the auditorium.

"Close your eyes!" Harry yelled, closing his eyes and ducking under the table.

The other two also resorted to their own means.

"Kill...kill..." the basilisk stammered, saying the bloodiest words.

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