Chapter 1,166

"Nothing happened after that..." Harry said, "In fact, nothing happened at the Weasley house. Oh, of course, there were some other things, such as Scrimgeour and I had a fight. One, and it looked like I was winning."

"What?" Hermione shouted. "I mean, why?"

Harry briefly explained Scrimgeour's purpose to the two, including Percy's return to the Weasley family.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Percy will come back sooner or later. After he realizes his mistake, strictly speaking, Percy is not bad, but he trusted the wrong person. There is also a reason for Mr. Weasley here. After all, in Before Voldemort came back, we were more like talking nonsense, a group of persecuting paranoid patients.”

"But these are the truth," Harry said.

"Hey, buddy, calm down first. We are talking about Scrimgeour. So, the newly appointed minister decided to recruit you?"

"He just wanted to use me as a mascot," Harry said. "I didn't like that."

"This shows that you are very attractive, Harry." Fan Lin shook his head, "In any case, this is not a bad thing. At least it is certain that Minister Scrimgeour will not find anything for us when fighting against Voldemort. No need for trouble, all we need is this piece of information.”

"Okay, so, where is my dream? Is Voldemort doing something?"

"He never stopped, right, brother." Fan Lin shook his head, "So, this is not surprising, but it is very possible that he has used some more crazy things recently."

According to Rutherford's description, the gate to the forbidden area, also known as the gate to hell, is obviously something like an altar connected to hell.

Although Fanlin didn't know whether it was hell, it did not affect Voldemort's desire for power.

An ancient god who is still alive, or rather, a part of the ancient god?

Voldemort only needed so much.

"Oh, well, I'm not interested in knowing that much." Harry shook his head. He thought of some bad things. Just like all the crazy dark wizards in history, what Voldemort was doing was probably Contempt for life and so on.

"Okay, let's talk about you guys, what did you do for Christmas? I was still waiting for you two to come to me at the Burrow, and it's been till now."

"Oh, don't be nervous..." Fan Lin shook his head, not sure whether he was nervous or Harry was nervous.

All in all, their short vacation was not pleasant, or rather, it was a bit weird.

For example, let's take a group of skeletons that are out of line. Only the skeletons are left breathing blue fire. To be precise, should they be giant dragons with a breath of frost?

Or maybe they dug up a sealed place for undead creatures?

Fortunately, Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel went together, and successfully suppressed the blue-skinned zombie with the giant frost wolf and the big black crow on his shoulder before Fan Lin and the others arrived. go back.

This is not a pleasant experience by any means, and it can be seen that those things, that is, the undead cannot be completely eliminated. Fortunately, they are in the polar sea, and the undead have no ability to cross the ocean, and according to Dumbledore Judging from his judgment, the undead could not leave their tomb space at all. This was a place cursed by the wizard.

But in fact, even Dumbledore couldn't understand more. This happened in his lifetime. Without documents, Fanlin didn't even know that there was such a group of undead creatures forming a country of its own.

At least, after Dumbledore stepped to the top of the Black Tower, he saw the guy wearing the Ice Crown, locked by chains composed of several thunderbolts.

Of course, it is clear that these guys were once warriors under the God of Death, because after entering the black tower, Fan Lin clearly felt the guy's aura, and the chains in his body were about to move.

However, when a few people found it, there were only petrified eyes and a piece of dead flesh and blood above the main tomb. Maybe it was a clone?

This time it became a little clearer. It was just that after the failure of the God of Death, it was difficult for his men to die. After all, the Kingdom of the Dead had disappeared, so these guys were sealed by the wizard at the time or something else. In short, this did not bring any value. .

A clone that has lost its power is no threat at all. Fan Lin is more concerned about the one that the vampire has been supporting, perhaps the only one, and the key evil key is not found here.

The clues that Dumbledore could find were nothing more than the story of a golem who gained consciousness and pursued rebirth.

However, the polar mausoleum represents death. In addition to finding some traces of the demons who once lived here (Rutherford's nose is just like a dog's nose, even though he always emphasized that it belongs to the vampire's induction.) There are other fundamentals. Nothing was found.

The clues seem to have been cut off. No one knows where the devil will take the evil key. As for the pursuit of rebirth...

This is a good way to determine the target, such as the famous City of the Dead... Anyway, when it comes to things like resurrection, undead magic is indeed easier to use.

It can be seen that for a long time in the future, the Order of the Phoenix will have to deal with this kind of guy who is not afraid of life and death. Although the individual is not very powerful, in terms of quantity...

Who knows how many bones there are in the ground beneath your feet?

"We are just exploring some ruins and helping Rutherford find his ancestors?"

"ancestor?"

"Ah, yes, that's the ancestor." Hermione felt a little unnatural and deceived Harry, which still made Hermione feel a little guilty.

"However, there is no progress. Rutherford just found some clues. This will take some time."

"Oh, okay..." Harry nodded. He didn't like vampires, so he didn't intend to ask.

This habit was probably developed during Cedric's time?

The next morning, the beginning of the new semester gave the sixth grade students a surprise.

A large notice was tacked up on the notice board in the common room last night. Apparition Training If you are a seventh-year student, or will turn seventeen by August 31st, you are eligible to attend a twelve-week Apparition training course taught by Ministry of Magic faculty. If you would like to participate please sign your name below. Cost: Galleons.

Four people joined the crowd, and one by one they were registering their names below.

Although it is said that Fan Lin has mastered this magic, in fact, he still needs to follow the normal procedures to report it.

As soon as Ron at the back of the queue took out his quill, Lavender quietly appeared behind him, secretly covered his eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "Guess who I am, wow-wow?"

This mouthful of dog food made Harry feel a little nauseous. Why didn't Fanlin and Hermione make him... uncomfortable like this?

Maybe I was still young at that time and didn’t understand the true meaning of critical attack?

It seemed like he really needed some quiet time.

In fact, Lavender and Ron were tired of each other for a while, and Lavender didn't leave until everyone had signed up.

"So - Apparition," Ron wiped his mouth, "it should be fun, huh?"

"I don't know," said Harry. "Maybe it's better when you do it by yourself. I didn't feel too comfortable when Dumbledore took me to do it together."

"That's very uncomfortable." Fan Lin rolled his eyes, "I advise you to focus on it, otherwise, try to understand it out of body?"

"Oh, don't say it's so scary, it's not that difficult, right... I'd better get through it in one try," Ron looked eager. "Fred and George are."

"Charlie never succeeded, though, did he?" Harry said.

"Yeah, but Charlie's bigger than me," Ron stretched out his arms like a gorilla, "so Fred and George didn't keep nagging about it... not in front of him anyway... "

“When can we take the actual test?”

"As long as you're over seventeen. For me, I just have to wait until March!"

"Yes, but you can't apparate here, not in the castle..."

"It doesn't matter, does it? Everyone will know that I can apparate if I want to."

Ron wasn't the only one excited about the prospect of Apparating. That day everyone was talking about this upcoming course; people seemed to be so optimistic about this ability to disappear and reappear at will that they ignored the risks posed by this magic.

"That would be cool, if we could-" Seamus snapped his fingers to disappear. "My cousin Fergus often used this trick to harass me. After I learned how to do it...he would never have peace..."

Seamus immediately fell into longing, and the action of waving his wand was a little too enthusiastic. The goal of that spell lesson was to conjure a stream of pure water, but his wand sprayed out something like a rubber water pipe. It bounced off the ceiling and hit Professor Flitwick directly in the face.

Fortunately, there was no explosion, right?

"Harry has Apparated," Ron told some, after Professor Flitwick dried himself off with a wave of his wand and punished Seamus for writing a sentence ("I'm a wizard, not a stick-wielding baboon"). Embarrassed Seamus.

"Deng - uh - someone took him through it. Attachment to the Apparition, you know."

"Wow!" Seamus whispered, and he, Dean, and Neville leaned their heads closer to hear Harry describe what it felt like to Apparate. For the rest of the day, Harry was surrounded by other sixth-years who asked about what it was like to Apparate. Even though he told them how uncomfortable Apparating was, they seemed to be more in awe than giving up. Until ten minutes to eight o'clock, people kept asking him detailed questions, and he had to lie and say that he needed to I had to go to the library to return a book, so I could get away and go to Dumbledore's class on time.

While walking on the road, Harry remembered that he could have pushed Fan Lin out just now. Although the consequence might be a beating, no matter what, it would be much better than being annoyed all day long.

The lights in Dumbledore's office were already on, the portraits of the former headmasters were snoring softly in the frames, and the pensieve was once again placed on Dumbledore's desk early.

Dumbledore placed his hands on both sides of the pensieve, looking very relaxed. Harry suddenly wanted to ask why he wasn't brought with him, but he swallowed the words before he spoke. Dumbledore would definitely find a reason, and anyway, he had another topic he wanted to discuss with Dumbledore.

But before he could talk about Snape and Malfoy, Dumbledore spoke first. "I heard you met the Minister of Magic over the Christmas holidays?"

"Yes," said Harry. "He doesn't like me very much."

"Yes," Dumbledore sighed. "He doesn't like me either. But we must not wallow in pain, Harry, but keep fighting."

Harry grinned.

"He wanted me to tell the wizarding public that the Ministry of Magic does a great job."

Dumbledore smiled. "This was Fudge's idea originally. In the last days of his term, desperate to keep his position, he sought a meeting with you, hoping that you could give him some-"

"After all that Fudge did last year?" Harry said angrily. "After what happened with Umbridge?"

"I told Connelly it was impossible, but the idea didn't go away when he left office. We met a few hours after Scrimgeour took over, and he asked me to arrange a meeting between you and him—"

"That's why you were quarreling!" Harry blurted out. "It was in the Daily Prophet."

"The Daily Prophet certainly occasionally reports the truth," said Dumbledore. "Maybe it was just an accident. Yes, that's what we were arguing about, but not entirely. But it seems Rufus found a way to corner you in the end."

"He accused me of being 'Dumbledore from head to toe'."

"That was very rude of him." "I told him I was." Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. Behind Harry, Fawkes let out a low, gentle, sweet chirp. He suddenly realized that Dumbledore's bright blue eyes looked a little moist, and he felt extremely embarrassed and had to stare at his knees. But Dumbledore's voice was quite calm when he spoke again.

"I'm very touched, Harry."

"Scrimgeour wanted to know where you were when you weren't at Hogwarts," Harry said, still staring at his knees.

"Yes, he does like to ask about that," Dumbledore's voice became cheerful now, and Harry felt it was safe to look up at this point. "He even tried to send someone to follow me. It was funny. He sent Delis. That was not very nice. I had already been forced to cast a spell on Delis once; I did it again with great apologies. "

"So they still don't know where you have been?" Harry asked, hoping to get more information on this interesting subject, but Dumbledore just smiled over his half-moon glasses. "Yes, they don't know, and it's not time to tell you now. Now, I suggest we continue as before, unless you have something else-?"

"In fact there is, Professor," said Harry. "About Malfoy and Snape."

"It's Professor Snape, Harry."

"Yes, Professor. I overheard their conversation at Professor Slughorn's party...well, I actually followed them..."

Dumbledore listened to Harry's story expressionlessly. After Harry finished he was silent for a moment, and then said, "Thank you for telling me this, Harry, but I suggest you forget about it. I don't think it's very important."

"Not too important?" Harry repeated in disbelief. "Professor, do you understand-?"

"Yes, Harry, I am blessed with an extraordinary intelligence, so I understand everything you tell me," Dumbledore said a little sharply. "I think you should even consider that I might know more than you do. I'm glad you trust me, but I assure you that what you told me didn't cause me any discomfort."

Harry sat there quietly, but there were waves in his heart, and he stared at Dumbledore. In the end what happened? Now that he had told Dumbledore all this about Snape, does that mean it was indeed Dumbledore who sent Snape to find out about Draco? Or maybe he was really worried about what he heard, but pretended to be nonchalant?

"So, Professor," Harry said, hoping his voice was polite and calm, "you do still trust -?"

"I've answered that question patiently enough," but he sounded less patient. "My answer hasn't changed." (To be continued)