The Trinity of Harry Potter

Cornelius Fudge has been living a good life lately.

I work and rest on time every day, eat and drink, and take care of my housework when I have nothing to do, and I feel very comfortable.

As a former top leader of the British wizarding world, although he resigned, he still cared about politics and would write editorials and publish them in newspapers from time to time.

Not to mention, after the former Minister of Magic resigned, his intelligence seemed to have regained the high ground, and he really wrote a lot of insights.

Anyway, it was just chatting and there was no need for him to do anything, so of course it was very thorough.

Today at noon, he was holding a wine glass, shaking it, and admiring the flowers in his garden. He felt very happy.

Then, the protective magic in the home was blown away like eggshells in a storm.

The black-robed Death Eaters and Voldemort himself appeared murderously outside the door of Fudge's mansion, blowing up a third of the courtyard wall with a bang.

The wine glass in Fudge's hand was shattered by gravel, and bright red wine flowed all over him.

He was sluggishly slumped in his chair, watching the thugs getting closer and closer. Thinking of the editorial he wrote yesterday, "Voldemort is a bastard, the Ministry of Magic should take the initiative", he felt like a clown.

"Mr. Fudge." The Death Eaters surrounded him, and Voldemort stepped forward, "Hello, I think this is the first time we have met."

"Yes...yes." Fudge controlled his throat and squeezed out a few words with difficulty.

"You have two choices. First, sacrifice all your property to save your life. Second, sacrifice your life for money and destroy your whole family."

Having said this, Voldemort shook his wand: "The third one, and what I personally recommend the most, is to cooperate with us to establish a new Ministry of Magic."

"You are still a minister and can return to the center of power."

Fudge swallowed and gradually calmed down.

The first option is that he doesn't trust the cruel Voldemort at all, so he will die even if he gives him the money. The third option is that he will be infamy for eternity.

"Master, Fudge's family members have not been found." The Death Eater stepped forward to report.

"My wife and children have all left the UK and you can't find them," Fudge said.

Although he was afraid that his former political enemies would attack his family, so he sent them away, but today it had an unexpected effect.

"No need to say more, you choose." Voldemort was too lazy to talk nonsense and waved his hand. The Death Eaters pointed seven or eight wands at Fudge. He seemed to have no choice.

"You...kill me." Fudge said with difficulty.

Voldemort's nostrils opened slightly and his eyes narrowed, as if he heard something incredible.

"How dare you, a coward like you, refuse the great Dark Lord? Go to pieces!"

Fudge twitched in pain and twisted into a ball on the ground.

Voldemort was really angry. He didn't expect that someone like Fudge would have the courage to reject him. He felt that he had been underestimated.

"It's because I'm...cowardly." Fudge struggled to speak, "If I help you, many people will die because of me. I...would rather die than dare...to bear it."

"Trash! Cut out the bones!"

Voldemort used the Cruciatus Curse several times in anger, but Fudge was unable to bear it and finally fainted.

"Take him away, I won't let him die. I will make him unable to die!"

At this moment, a blue spell flew towards him. Voldemort subconsciously defended himself, but this spell hit Fudge and knocked him away.

Scrimgeour caught Fudge as he flew over. Aurors surrounded the ruins. Dumbledore, holding the Elder Wand, stood opposite Voldemort.

"Tom, we meet again."

"Why didn't you call Black? I still want to have a good communication with him." Voldemort said angrily.

"Tom, you have forgotten that Kano has not graduated yet. As the principal, of course I have to stand in front of him." Dumbledore said calmly.

Voldemort was not stupid either. Dumbledore was already old and it would be difficult for him to make a breakthrough in strength. On the contrary, it was Kano, a young freak, who worried him more.

Since they couldn't be deceived and Voldemort didn't care, the two of them started fighting in front of everyone.

Kano waited quietly in the principal's office until dusk, when Dumbledore finally appeared in the room accompanied by firelight.

"I'm slightly better. Voldemort was slightly injured. We spent a lot of money."

Dumbledore sat on the chair a little tiredly. Such a high-intensity magical confrontation really consumed too much magic power and energy.

And according to Frey, this consumption is likely to be irrecoverable. This is the price that must be paid for using artifacts to fight against gods.

"Where's Fudge?"

"He was sent to St. Mungo's. When he woke up, he held my hand and kept thanking me." Dumbledore couldn't laugh or cry. "He said it was a good thing he left early, otherwise he would have died."

Kano scratched his head, thinking that Scrimgeour's face must be wonderful next to him, but it was a pity that he was not there.

Snape also walked out of the fireplace at this time and said to Dumbledore: "Voldemort is recovering from his injuries and will not appear in person for a short time, but the Death Eaters have been moving frequently recently."

"Thank you, Severus."

Kano raised his eyebrows, it seemed that this was not as simple a minor injury as Dumbledore said.

Snape turned and left, and Kano relaxed and took a breath.

"This is the best situation we can strive for. I hope Voldemort recovers slower and does less damage before I find a way to defeat him."

Dumbledore frowned: "Don't destroy all the Horcruxes now and use up all his divine power to completely eliminate him?"

Kano shook his head solemnly.

After going to Durmstrang this time, he carefully thought about how Voldemort could reconnect with the godhead.

In Norse mythology, Odin sacrificed his eyes to the Fountain of Mimir and hung upside down on the World Tree for nine days and nine nights, covered with wounds, and gained supreme wisdom.

The eyes of Voldemort's soul have also been divided now, and coupled with his manipulation of the snake-attracting spring water, it is very likely that he used the apotheosis technique spread in Nordic mythology to perform a second apotheosis.

I don't know where he got this spell text from, but he succeeded.

"In this case, if you destroy that big snake, won't he fall to the status of god again?"

"It's not that simple. The last time Harry accidentally destroyed the soul core of the Pharaoh's Conferential Art, it was because the heart was supposed to stay in the body."

"But this time, according to the ritual, the eyes should be separated from the body. The more complete the better." Kano said with a wry smile, "Even if Nagini is killed, Voldemort may not be affected."

Dumbledore sighed. It turned out that Voldemort had Horcruxes and divine power with him. Although he fell to the throne, he could not be killed at all.

Now that all the Horcruxes have been almost destroyed, the plan to consume his divine power has gone smoothly, but since he has returned to the throne of God, his divine power may continue to flow.

"You have a difficult task, Cano." Dumbledore said, "I will hold him back here."

"I will... find a way as soon as possible." Kano said helplessly.

"No matter what, let's get rid of Hufflepuff's golden cup first."

Kano took out the stolen gold cup from his pocket, and this time it was the turn of the Hufflepuff headmasters to cry bitterly.

Kano showed the golden cup in a circle, and the silver flames directly enveloped it. With a tragic howl, the soul fragments in it and the golden cup itself turned into a ball of debris.