HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

"I—no—well—"

said Fudge 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 - Dawlish! Williamson! Go down and have a look at the Department of Mysteries, Dumbledore, you - tell me what - magic Fountain of Brothers—what's going on?"

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

"We won't be able to talk about this until I send Harry back to Hogwarts."

"Harry—Harry Potter?"

Fudge turned his head to stare at Harry, who was still leaning against the wall next to the fallen statue that had protected Harry when Dumbledore fought Voldemort.

"Is he—here?"

asked Fudge, glaring at Harry, "Why—what the hell is going on?"

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

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

The head emitted a blue light that shook the floor very loudly, and after a few seconds, it was motionless again.

"Understood, Dumbledore!"

Fudge said Dumbledore picked up the head and walked back to Harry with it, "You're not authorized to use the Portkey! You can't do that blatantly in front of the Ministry of Magic, you—you— —”

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

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

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

I want to give you. "

Dumbledore took out a watch with twelve hands from his pocket, glanced at it,

"Tonight, I have half an hour to spare and I think we can have a good chat 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 should write to me and ask the headmaster to accept it. "

Fudge's eyes had never widened before, his mouth was open, and his round face flushed beneath his matted gray hair.

"I—you—"

Dumbledore turned and ignored him.

"Take this Portkey, Harry."

He handed over the effigy's head, and Harry put his hands on it, not thinking about what to do next, or where to go.

"We should see you in half an hour."

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

Harry had a familiar sensation of a hook jerking behind his navel.

The polished wooden floor disappeared under his feet; the nave, Fudge, and Dumbledore were gone, and he was flying onward in a whirlwind of color and sound.

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

He looked around and found himself in Dumbledore's office.

In the days since the headmaster was away, everything here seems to have repaired itself.

Those exquisite silverware stood on the slender-legged table again, quietly puffing smoke and spinning.

Portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses are dozing in the photographs, lolling their heads on armchairs or leaning against their borders.

Harry looked out of the window, and there was a streak of elegant gray-green hanging on the horizon: dawn was slowly coming.

The office is quiet, everything is motionless, only the occasional snoring or sniffling of a sleeping portrait can break the tranquility here.

Harry couldn't stand the environment, if only everything around him could reflect his inner feelings, if only these portraits could cry out in pain.

He walked up and down the quiet, beautiful office, trying not to think of anything, but he had to, and there was no way out of it.

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

If he hadn't been foolish enough to be duped by Voldemort's tricks, if he hadn't been unwavering in his conviction that what he saw in his dreams was real, if he had thought even a little about what Hermione had said, Voldemort might be taking advantage of His passion is to be a hero.

It was unbearable, he didn't want to think about it, he couldn't bear it all.

There was a terrible hole in him, the very black hole in which Sirius had been and was gone, and he didn't want to feel it or think about it; he didn't want to be alone In a large, silent space, he couldn't bear it—a portrait behind him let out a loud snort, and then said in a nonchalant tone: "Huh. Harry Potter?"

Phineas Nigellus stretched himself with a long yawn as he studied Harry with those sly squinted eyes.

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

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

Did Dumbledore send you here? Oh, don't tell me..." He yawned again, trembling. "Another piece of news about my useless great-great-grandson? "

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

Jon was watching him in the invisible air.

To be precise, look at it all.

After all, he came a little late, so he can only look at the finishing work now.

Dumbledore still didn't show up, but it should be soon after thinking about it. Phineas knew their plan. Sirius may not be in a good state now. He should have been sent to his wife by now. According to Sirius Judging from my grandfather's attitude, the plan should be perfectly realized, and people should be fine.

It's just that Harry looked a little more depressed than they'd expected.

But this is also normal.

After all, it is a child.

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

But Jon is not in the mood to take care of Harry's current mood. A person always has to go through these things, and blows will make people grow rapidly in adversity.

And even taking care of it is Dumbledore's business.

Counting the time, Dumbledore should take a while to come back.

Jon frowned and left quietly.

He was going to find Peeves, so Dumbledore could come to him after he finished his business here.