HP Approaches the Magic World

"I - not - well -"

Fudge said angrily, looking around as if hoping someone could tell him what to do.

Seeing that no one was going to give him advice, he said: "Very well - Delis! Williamson! Go down and have a look at the Department of Mysteries. Dumbledore, you - tell me what - magic

Brothers Fountain—what’s going on?”

He added in a complaining tone, staring at the floor around him, where the remains of the statues of wizards and centaurs were scattered everywhere.

"We can't talk about this again until I get Harry back to Hogwarts."

"Harry—Harry Potter?"

Fudge turned to stare at Harry, who was still standing leaning against the wall next to the fallen statue, which had been protecting Harry during Dumbledore's fight with Voldemort.

"Is he—here?"

Fudge asked, glaring at Harry, "Why - what on earth is going on?"

"I will explain everything," said Dumbledore, "when Harry returns to school."

He left the pool, walked to the head of the golden wizard, pointed his wand at it and said silently: "Mentos."

The head emitted a blue light, vibrating the floor, and made a very loud sound. After a few seconds, it became motionless again.

"Got it, Dumbledore!"

Fudge said as Dumbledore picked up the head and walked back to Harry with it, "You are not authorized to use the portkey! You can't do that openly in front of the Ministry of Magic, you - you -

—”

Dumbledore gave Fudge a domineering look over his half-moon glasses, and he immediately stuttered.

"You are to issue an order for Dolores Umbridge to leave Hogwarts."

Dumbledore said, "You need to tell your Auror to stop investigating my Care of Magical Creatures teacher and let him get back to work.

I want to give it to you."

Dumbledore took out a twelve-hand watch from his pocket and took a look.

"Tonight, I can spare half an hour and I think we can talk about all the key issues that are going on here.

Then, I have to go back to my school.

If you need more help from me, instead of coming to Hogwarts to find me, you might as well write to me and indicate it to the Headmaster."

Fudge's eyes had never been so wide-open, his mouth was open, and his round face was flushed under his messy gray hair.

"I-you-"

Dumbledore turned around and ignored him.

"Take this portkey, Harry."

He handed over the statue head, and Harry put his hand on it, not thinking about what to do next, or where to go.

"We should meet in half an hour."

Dumbledore said softly, "One, two, three."

Harry felt a familiar feeling, a hook tugging hard behind his belly button.

The polished wooden floor disappeared from under his feet; in the main hall, Fudge and Dumbledore disappeared, and he was flying forward in a whirlwind of color and sound.

Harry's feet landed on the solid ground; his knees bent slightly, and the golden wizard's head fell to the floor with a thud.

He looked around and found that he was in Dumbledore's office.

In the days since the principal left, everything here seems to have repaired itself.

Those exquisite silverware stood on the table with slender legs again, quietly blowing smoke and spinning.

The portraits of old principals and principals are taking a nap in the photo. Some of them lazily lean their heads on chairs with armrests, while others lean on the frame of the portrait.

Harry looked out the window and saw an elegant gray-green line hanging on the horizon: dawn was slowly approaching.

It was quiet in the office, and everything was motionless. Only the occasional snoring or sniffling from a sleeping portrait would break the tranquility here.

Harry could not endure such an environment. It would be great if everything around him could reflect his inner feelings. If these portraits could cry out in pain.

He walked around in this quiet, beautiful office, trying not to think about anything, but he had to think about it, there was no way to escape.

It was his fault that Sirius died, it was all his fault.

If he hadn't been stupid enough to be deceived by Voldemort's tricks, if he hadn't been unwaveringly convinced that what he saw in his dreams was real, if he had even briefly considered what Hermione once said, Voldemort might be taking advantage of him.

His passion is to be a hero.

It was really unbearable, he didn't want to think about it, there was no way he could bear it.

There was a terrible hole in his heart. It was in this dark hole that Sirius once existed but then disappeared. He didn't want to feel it or think about it; he didn't want to stay like this alone.

He couldn't bear to be in a large and quiet space - a portrait purred loudly behind him, and then said in an indifferent tone: "Ah. Harry Potter?"

Phineas Nigellus yawned long and stretched while looking at Harry with his cunning squinted eyes.

"What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

Phineas said, "This office is off-limits to anyone except the legitimate principal.

Did Dumbledore send you here? Oh, don't tell me..." He trembled and yawned again. "Is it another piece of news about my useless great-great-grandson?"

Phineas's acting skills are obviously very good, of course, this is also because someone is watching him from behind.

Jon was watching him from the invisible air.

To be precise, watching it all.

After all, he came a little late and could only take a look at the finishing work.

Dumbledore still didn't show up, but he should be here soon. Phineas knew about their plan. Sirius's current condition may not be that good. He should have been sent to his wife by now. According to Sirius

Judging from my grandfather's attitude, the plan should have been implemented perfectly, and I should be fine.

But Harry looked a little more depressed than they expected.

But this is normal.

After all, he is a child.

For people who grew up without family affection, once they get family affection, it is very different to lose that feeling again.

However, Jon was not in the mood to take care of Harry's current mood. A person always has to experience these things, and the blow will make people grow rapidly in difficult situations.

And even if he has to take care of it, it's Dumbledore's business.

Calculating the time, it will take a while for Dumbledore to come back.

Jon frowned and left quietly.

He planned to go find Peeves, so that Dumbledore could come to him after finishing things here.