Chapter 325 Sorry, Fudge, You Still Have to Wait!

"This should be no problem!" Dumbledore said gently. He took his hand back, which made Fan Lin breathe a little. He was always very nervous when facing Dumbledore.

That's a question about the future, which is about Voldemort. These things obviously cannot be leaked to anyone. They are equivalent to predictions. The more accurate the prediction, the higher the requirements for the ability of the prophet. According to the importance and detail of the incident, if Fan Lin leaks the battle between Harry and Voldemort to the second person, then what Fan Lin will have to pay is definitely more than he can afford now, let alone , because of his arrival, the original time has changed a lot.

Now, there is a new problem. This problem involves more than just Voldemort unifying the wizarding world.

Voldemort rules the wizarding world, at least some people can survive, and he can't kill all Muggles.

However, the creation of the void that is against Idun is different.

If this thing that can make so many gods sacrifice their lives and cannot be killed escapes, Idun said, the threat level is no less than facing an ice age.

This matter is obviously not something that Fan Lin can handle alone. However, Fan Lin hasn't figured out how to tell Dumbledore yet. Tell him directly that he has been caught by a snake spirit?

Perhaps memory retrieval is a good choice. He can intercept some parts that can be known to Professor Dumbledore. Fan Lin has not tried using magic Legilimency on himself, but this will not trouble him. Skilled in Occlumency, he is able to completely control his thoughts and emotions, of course, this is only during normal times.

Many times people cannot control themselves, such as Harry's hatred, Snape facing Lily, Fanlin facing Hermione, etc.

Fan Lin is very glad that he is a cat now, so that he does not have to speak. If you talk too much, you will make mistakes. This sentence makes a lot of sense.

"Professor Dumbledore, is he...really okay?" Hermione asked carefully. Although she saw that the blood stains on her hair were being cleaned, and no new blood stains appeared, the girl still looked very good. Worry.

"Miss Granger can send him to Madam Pomfrey in a moment. I think our little guest needs further examination." Dumbledore said, standing up straight.

"However, before that, I think we should deal with other things first, such as Sirius Black!"

Harry's heart suddenly rose. This was the problem he least wanted to face. No matter how long it took, Sirius's problem had to be solved before dawn. Fudge was already very impatient. After Min left, he had urged Dumbledore several times. Harry knew that as long as Peter did not stand in front of Cornelius Fudge, Sirius would not be able to escape his inevitable death no matter what.

On the contrary, Fudge seemed very happy. Although Dumbledore delayed the completion of his goal a lot, it was not unacceptable. What he valued was the result. As long as he could achieve his goal, he would be relieved of his duties. Just as long as there is a crisis at the Ministry of Magic.

"Ah, indeed, Miss Granger..." Cornelius Fudge said quickly, fearing that Dumbledore would change his mind.

"It seems that your pet is not seriously injured. If you are worried, I can help you introduce a good medical doctor. The cat's injury is not difficult for a wizard, right... In comparison, I think it is still Dealing with the dangerous Sirius is far more important."

"Indeed, there are some things that need to be resolved!" Dumbledore said, and he seemed to agree with Fudge's ideas.

"Oh, Albus, it's great that you think so. Maybe you can open the defenses now, or let the Aurors come up, and we can send Sirius back to Azkaban first. You You can escort me in person,7 and then we can have a cup of coffee at the Ministry of Magic, uh...'How about coffee? Someone gave me some high-quality coffee beans..."

"Oh, that's such an honor. It's the treasure of the Minister of Magic. I think the coffee will be very fragrant!" Dumbledore said, and he turned around so that he could take care of both sides.

"If you like, I can give you some." Fudge smiled, he looked very relaxed, he shrugged his shoulders, and then breathed a long sigh of relief, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's put the protective shield on now." Open it, I guarantee those dementors won't mess around, not to mention you are here too... I think I can already ask someone to prepare some coffee for me, after all, I have to grind it myself..."

"Oh, yes, yes, they won't mess around..." Dumbledore nodded and said, "But, Connelly, I don't think there is time to enjoy these coffees tonight."

Cornelius Fudge was slightly startled. He didn't know what Dumbledore wanted to say, rejecting his invitation?

Dumbledore looked at the white cat that Fan Lin had transformed into. He said nothing, but Dumbledore's meaning was clearly conveyed.

Fanlin was lying comfortably in Hermione's arms, a rare opportunity, but Dumbledore's gaze made him feel very uncomfortable.

Fan Lin twisted slightly in Hermione's arms, and then stretched his head towards Hermione's robe.

"Ah, don't move..." Hermione felt her face getting hot, but Vanlin had already put his head into her pocket. She could clearly feel Vanlin's head moving in her pocket, which made her feel very itchy.

"Come out!" Hermione said angrily. She grabbed Vanlin's fur on her neck with her hand. She knew where to grab the cat without pain. This was all learned from Crookshanks, but Crookshanks was not as sticky as Vanlin.

Hermione gently pulled Vanlin, who was still making trouble in Hermione's pocket, out mercilessly. There was also a small brown bottle on Vanlin's mouth. It contained the fruits of his labor for a night. Peter Pettigrew was lying in it, and it was unknown whether he was dead or not.

But it was not a problem in front of Dumbledore. As long as Peter was not dead, what he knew would no longer be a secret.

"Oh, it looks like today's result should be in this bottle. It's not like we waited for so long in vain, right?"

Dumbledore smiled as he looked at Fanlin on the ground. He gently stretched out his hand, and the brown medicine bottle that had been rolling on the ground fell into Dumbledore's hand. (To be continued)