Chapter 1075

Killing Dumbledore is a terrible idea, but this is exactly what Harry is feeling now. Voldemort is affecting him all the time.

However, it doesn't seem to be that important now. No one died, only some people were injured. Voldemort didn't really get the prophecy ball. At least it seems acceptable, but what is the specific situation...

But for Fan Lin, the most important thing is that Harry can return to Hogwarts safely. As for the rest, that is a problem that Dumbledore needs to consider.

However, the only regret is that Fudge came too quickly, so that neither Sister Dan nor Dumbledore felt the power of the god of death in Voldemort.

And the other thing that Voldemort needed in Harry's mouth did not appear in front of them, and no one could be sure whether Voldemort got what he wanted.

Maybe it's the body of the god of death, or...

The Department of Mysteries retains many ancient magic items, and most of them are not made public, which makes Fan Lin unable to start. There are always many things that Fan Lin can't understand about the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

For example, the Death Hall, in the basic description, the door is the boundary between life and death.

Harry told him that he could hear some people's voices when he was in the Death Hall. As for whose voices...

Maybe they were souls that had died long ago. Anyway, you can encounter strange things there.

It looks like a death chamber. After the trial, a kick is kicked into the other side of the door, and even the body cannot be left.

As for whether the other side of the door is really connected to the world of the dead, no one can confirm this.

Maybe what Voldemort needs is behind the door, and he just needs to walk in.

But Malfoy asked people to search the Time Hall...

Is it for the time magic?

It is undeniable that this is very tempting, but Fanlin can't think of any way for the Death Eaters to take that thing out of the Department of Mysteries.

The cycle of life and death consumes a person's vitality. The Death Eater who was bewitched will definitely not have a good end. Fanlin dares to guarantee that the unlucky Death Eater is still lying under the glass cover.

No Auror dares to move him away unless the magic is studied clearly.

But the problem is, even the silent people in the timekeeping hall can't figure out the magic, who can save the unfortunate guy.

However, the all-night battle and discussion also exhausted the last bit of energy of several people, and Fanlin had to follow Harry to report to Madam Pomfrey.

In the battle, injuries are naturally inevitable. Although they avoided the fatal curse, some injuries are also inevitable.

As for Voldemort's matter, the success of the plan gave them more time, at least they didn't seem so urgent, but the old bat in Cappadocia might have died. Although theoretically they didn't live, but I heard from Hermione that the guy was lying in Sirius's guest room and never woke up after drinking a large can of dragon blood.

This feels as natural as drinking a large can of yogurt before going to bed.

It is worth mentioning that Voldemort's return has a great impact on Fudge.

In a brief speech on Friday night, Minister of Magic Connery Fudge confirmed that the mysterious man has returned to the country and is active again.

"I regret to announce that the wizard who calls himself Lord So-and-so...you know who I mean...is still alive and among us again." Fudge, looking tired and embarrassed, told reporters. "I also regret to announce that the Dementors in Azkaban have rebelled on a large scale and are unwilling to continue to be employed by the Ministry of Magic. We believe that the Dementors are now under the command of the You-Know-Who."

"We strongly urge all wizards to remain vigilant. The Ministry of Magic is printing pamphlets on primary home and personal defense and will distribute them free of charge to wizard families in the next month."

The statement of the Ministry of Magic caused panic among the wizarding crowd. Just last Wednesday, they had just received the Ministry of Magic's assurance: "All the claims that the You-Know-Who is operating among us are nonsense."

As for what caused the Ministry of Magic to make a 180-degree turn, it is still unknown. Now everyone knows that on Thursday night, the You-Know-Who brought a group of his loyal followers (i.e., Death Eaters) to enter the Ministry of Magic. Albus, who has recently resumed the title of principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the title of member of the International Magical Confederation, and the title of President of the Wizarding Association. Dumbledore has not expressed any opinion so far. Over the past year, he has insisted that You-Know-Who is not dead as widely hoped and believed, but is recruiting followers again in an attempt to make a comeback. During this period, the "boy who escaped from death..." ...

"It's you, Harry. I knew they would involve you." Hermione said to Harry from above the newspaper. They were in the school hospital. Harry sat at the end of Ron's bed, and Hermione sat at the head of Fanlin's bed. Several people listened to Hermione reading the front page of the Daily Prophet.

"The Ministry of Magic can't let Harry go. At least they must divert their attention and minimize the negative role played by the Ministry of Magic in this matter. What's more, doing so is not without benefits for Harry."

"I would rather not..." Harry shook his head. He was very tired of Fudge's approach. He could have solved it earlier, but he delayed it until now, when Voldemort really appeared in front of everyone and was ready to hurt him. It was only then that Fudge could accept the fact that Voldemort had been resurrected and returned.

Ginny was curled up at the end of her bed, her ankle having been healed by Madam Pomfret; Neville's nose had returned to its original shape and he was sitting on a chair between the two beds; and Luna, for once I stopped by and was grabbing a copy of the latest issue of "Nick-picking" magazine, looking at it upside down, obviously not listening to what Hermione was saying.

Speaking of which, Harry felt quite guilty. His friends were tortured by Tafur because of him. Fortunately, Tafel received the news and escaped in advance, which prevented them from being punished too much.

"He's the 'boy who escaped death' again now, isn't he?" Ron said solemnly. "It's no longer just a demagogic show off, huh?"

He grabbed a handful of chocolate frogs from the pile on the bedside cupboard, tossed some to Harry, Ginny, and Neville, and tore open the wrapping paper with his teeth. There were still some deep scars on his forearms, which were caused by Tafur's curse. According to Madam Pomfrey, the flesh around Ron's wounds was somewhat infected, and they had to stay there. Here to make sure no more accidents happen.

"Yes, they're full of praise for you now, Harry," Hermione said, scanning the article. "A lone voice calling for the truth, still considered insane, never wavered in his stance and was forced to endure ridicule and slander."

"Well," she frowned, "I guess they didn't mention that it was actually them who were mocking and slandering us in the Daily Prophet."

"The Ministry of Magic often does this. In fact, I'm not surprised at all." Fan Lin tried to hug Heng Mo's shoulders, but as soon as he raised his hand, he had to retract.

He had two ribs broken by Bellatrix's curse. Although Madam Pomfrey was treating her, this still made Fanlin feel very tired. He didn't want to stay in the hospital, although Hermione was with him. It would be better to go with him, if possible, to the Order headquarters or his own home, or at worst, in the Gryffindor common room...

"Be honest!" Hermione patted Fan Lin's hand, then poked Fan Lin's ribs with her fingers, "This is what will happen."

"You-Know-Who's last plot destroyed - Pages 2 to 4; What the Ministry of Magic should have told us - Page 5; Why no one listened to Albus. Dumbledore's - Pages 6 to 8; Haha Leigh. Potter's exclusive interview - page nine. It looks like..." Hermione folded the paper and threw it aside. "They have something to write about now. That interview wasn't exclusive a few months ago. It was published in The Quibbler a while ago.”

"Dad sold it to them," Luna turned a page of the magazine and said vaguely, "He sold it for a good price. We can go to Sweden this summer and see if we can catch the rumple-horedsora."

Hermione seemed to struggle for a while and finally said, "That sounds great."

Ginny smiled, glanced at Harry's eyes and quickly looked away.

"So," Hermione sat up a little straighter, then shrank, "can any of you tell us two how school is going?"

"Professor Flitwick cleared Fred and George's swamp in three seconds. But he left a small patch under the window and roped it off -"

"Why?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"He said it was wonderful magic." Ginny shrugged.

"I think he kept it as a memorial to Fred and George," Ron said, filling his mouth with chocolate. "They gave all these to me," he said to Harry, pointing to a pile of chocolate frogs nearby. "You've got to do something besides a magical joke shop, right?"

Hermione looked disapproving, "So, the trouble will be gone after Dumbledore comes back?"

"Yes," said Neville, "everything is back to normal."

"I think Filch is happy now, aren't you?" Ron asked, leaning one of Dumbledore's playing cards against his kettle.

"On the contrary," Ginny said. "He was actually really, really disappointed," she lowered her voice. "He kept saying that Umbridge was the best thing that ever came out of Hogwarts. "The seven of them turned their heads together.

Professor Umbridge was lying on the bed opposite, staring straight at the ceiling.

After coming back, Dumbledore ran into the Black Forest alone and rescued her from the humans. As for how he did it...how he rescued Professor Umbridge from the trees without any harm... …

No one knows, certainly not Professor Ambridge. She hadn't - at least as far as they knew - spoken a word since she'd returned to the castle. No one knows what happened to her. Her mouse-grey hair, which was always neat and tidy, was now a mess and even had some twigs and leaves in it, but she didn't seem to care.

"Madam Pomfrey said she was frightened," Hermione whispered.

"Rather angry," said Ginny.

"Yes, if you try, you will find that she is still alive." Ron said, making a gurgling sound. Professor Umbridge sat up straight and looked around.

"What's the matter, Professor Umbridge?" Madam Pomfrey asked, sticking her head out.

Umbridge fell back into the pillow, "I must have been dreaming."

Hermione and Ginny covered their mouths with the sheets while laughing.

Speaking of which, this was her masterpiece. Umbridge was imprisoned by the centaur tribe that she and Fan Lin brought to the Forbidden Forest for more than a month.

For Umbridge, this is definitely something that will have a huge impact on her outlook on life and the world.

"Speaking of centaurs," Hermione asked after she stopped laughing, "who is our Prophecy teacher now? Is Florence still there?"

"He'll stay," said Harry. "The other centaurs won't welcome him back, right?"

"It seems he taught with Trelawney," said Ginny.

"I bet Dumbledore wished he'd never seen Trauni again," said Ron, chewing on his fourteenth chocolate frog. "Let me remind you, if you ask me what's not rubbish about prophecy, I'd say Florence isn't that bad."

"How can you say that?" Hermione asked him, "after we found out that there is indeed a true prophecy?"

Harry's heartbeat suddenly quickened. He has not told Ron, Hermione or anyone else the meaning of the prophecy ball, but of course, Hermione knows it, and Fanlin also told them that when Harry faced Voldemort, he directly took the prophecy ball Broken.

Harry didn't say much.

He didn't want to see the look on their faces when he told them that he would inevitably become a murderer or be killed.

"It's a shame it broke," Hermione said softly, shaking her head.

"Yes," said Ron, "but at least the mysterious man can't know what's inside - where are you going?"

he added, watching with surprise and disappointment as Harry stood up.

"Well, go to Hagrid's," said Harry, "you know he's just come back, and I promised to go see him and tell him how you two are doing."

"Oh, well," said Ron glumly, looking out the window at the clear blue sky, "I wish we could go too."

"Ask him for us!" Hermione shouted, watching Harry walk out, "Ask him about, about his little friend!"

Harry waved his hand to indicate he was heard and left the room. Even on a Sunday, the castle seemed too quiet. Everyone ran out onto the sun-drenched playground, enjoying the end of exams and the anticipation of the last few days of term without homework. Harry walked slowly down the deserted corridor and looked out the window; he could see people scattered in twos and threes on the Quidditch pitch, and some swimming with giant squid in the lake. He found it difficult to determine whether he wanted to be around people; when he was with them he wanted to leave, and when he was alone he wanted to be with them. He thought maybe he should actually go see Hagrid, they hadn't had a proper talk since arriving. (To be continued)