Chapter 275 Can't Think of a Chapter Name

Kingsley raised his head and looked at the gap that was faintly shining with light.

He looked at the arm that had fallen to the ground.

It's still a little hard to react.

Mystery man.

The invincible Dark Lord.

A dark wizard as powerful as Dumbledore escaped like this? An arm was also cut off.

"Mr. Potter?" Kingsley took a deep breath, hesitatingly calling out the name of the boy in front of him.

Harry cast a Vanishing Curse to deal with the last blood corpse, and looked back: "What's wrong?"

"The mysterious man is resurrected?" He asked nervously.

Harry nodded: "You saw it with your own eyes."

"Then he ran away, and you cut off one of his hands." Kingsley took a deep breath with a strange tone.

Harry nodded again: "If you're sure that your eyes are still working, you shouldn't have such doubts."

"No, I'm just" Kingsley gesticulated, his heart was turbulent, but the empty grammar in his mind prevented him from uttering many effective words.

That is the mysterious person.

How could he be like this.

"Of course, you're right to think that way." Harry put away the Snakebone Sword, "That's Voldemort after all, even if he's just been resurrected, he's obviously not recovered to his most perfect level of magic, and the resurrected soul is still very young , Not long after graduation, I still have to hook up with old women to achieve my goals."

"His current level and experience are not high. The only thing that can be praised is that he may have a smart brain."

"However, it seems from the confrontation just now"

Harry paused slightly, shook his head, sighed, a little disappointed: "He's not as smart as Dumbledore praised, he feels very ordinary."

Kingsley nodded. He waved his wand and summoned his Patronus—a strong, elegant lynx, trotting away from the vault and running outside.

Harry inspected the vault carefully.

Hufflepuff's golden cup remained in place, and the blood inside and scattered around it all dried up strangely, and the blood would not coagulate so quickly. The golden goblet was dim, looking as tired as Ron, who had been played by Crookshanks so badly, with only the last faint trace of magical energy struggling, so that it might still retain some of its original magical effect.

Galleons, gems, and utensils were scattered all over the place.

Most of them were melted by Fiendfire, and they surged on the ground like half-dragging lava.

No traps left, or Death Eaters.

Kingsley hesitated again and again: "Mr. Potter, what you just said."

"Which ones?" Harry asked back.

Kingsley whispered, "It's just that the mysterious man broke into the women's bathroom to seduce old women."

He didn't dare to say these things too loudly and ostentatiously.

Harry nodded: "Of course, these things have been confirmed by me and Mr. Dumbledore, and they are all facts."

"And just now, Tom didn't refute, did he?"

"He tried to gag me, which just proves that I poked him where it hurts."

Kingsley's face was complicated, and he raised his hand to rub his face.

This is really amazing.

"It seems that I should let Ms. Skeeter publish more of these news in the magazine." Harry walked slowly to the Hufflepuff gold cup with a blank expression, "Since Tom wants to be a well-known villain so much , I should satisfy him."

"I don't think Rita has that kind of courage." An old voice sounded slightly teasing, "Tom is not a magnanimous person."

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry didn't look up, he recognized the owner of the voice and smelled the familiar smell on his body, "You came as fast as Scotland Yard, and the murderer is at large. You just rushed over."

"Sirius has worked very hard." Dumbledore shook his head, "but it will take time for the motorcycle to fly."

"I thought you'd see that, I was just worried about Sirius coming." Harry sneered.

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course I know, but the entire area around the Leaky Cauldron is also locked in shadow locks. Even I can't apparate over here."

Harry raised his eyelids and looked at Dumbledore in disbelief: "When we landed, there was no magic wave near the bar."

Dumbledore spread his hands innocently: "But when I want to use Apparition, there is really no way to come."

Harry didn't think there was a problem with his senses.

I don't think Dumbledore would lie either. He has always been serious about dealing with matters related to Voldemort.

but why?

Why is there such a change?

"Harry, we can study this issue later, tell me, what happened here?" Dumbledore said softly.

Harry shook his head, threw his thoughts out, and replied: "It's nothing, Tom was resurrected successfully and fought with me, but he is a little weak, and the information is not interoperable. He doesn't understand my fighting style, and I left him with an arm." .”

"I didn't kill him, I let him run away."

Kingsley couldn't help but cast his gaze over it.

"Didn't kill him" doesn't mean "can't kill him".

"Oh?" Dumbledore pushed his glasses.

"This Voldemort is easy to deal with. I feel that his brain and strength are not very good." Harry shook his head and continued to talk about his thoughts, "Try to find other Horcruxes, destroy them all, and finish him."

"and"

"I didn't see Lucius Malfoy, nor did I see Barty Crouch Jr. Among Voldemort's servants of status, only Bellatrix was there."

Dumbledore sighed, "Are you suspecting that Malfoy and Crouch are planning something else?"

Harry nodded: "Maybe they are trying several preparations for resurrection, Hufflepuff's gold cup is one of them, and Ravenclaw's crown and Slytherin's pendant that we didn't realize."

"What a formidable opponent." Dumbledore breathed out and waved his wand. Hufflepuff's golden cup flew up and hovered in front of his eyes. "A treasure that has been around for more than a thousand years has now become like this."

"Poor Hufflepuff."

Harry waved his wand, and the robe transformed into a wooden box, which contained the gold cup: "Go back and show it to Mr. Gryffindor, maybe he can find a way to repair it."

"For us, the most important thing right now is to meet the new Minister of Magic, Mr. Thinnix."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses: "I don't have a deep impression of Pierce, but he is undoubtedly an excellent Ravenclaw. I think he will at least be more qualified than Fudge."

"I wish so," Harry chanted emotionlessly.

They walked out of the damaged vault door, got into the goblin's mine cart, and rushed to the exit at high speed.

They just stopped.

"Potter, Shacklebolt, oh, and Mr. Dumbledore, when did you go in?" A weak-sounding male voice sounded.

This afternoon, I installed the computer all afternoon, until seven o'clock or eight o'clock. Huh, huh, I have to work hard.