Chapter 758 Push It to Dumbledore

The sunrise at the seaside is also beautiful, but it is on the other side of the coast.

Taking advantage of the morning glow that has not yet faded, Loren and Hermione came to the train station in Key West. The two stepped up and boarded the slightly noisy train. They found their seats in the carriage, opened the window, and like ordinary people without magic, they slowly returned to New York along the rails and the breeze of the beginning of autumn.

"Hermione, when did you buy the ticket?"

"I asked Nancy to help me buy it before I came here."

"Watch the sunrise and sunset, take the train back..."

Loren shook his head, rubbing his shoulders against Hermione's shoulders, soft and warm, and the love in his heart almost overflowed: "Miss Granger is so romantic."

Hermione sat in a window seat, quietly admiring the scenery outside the window, with a slight arc at the corner of her mouth.

We arrived in New York in the evening.

If we were late, we would miss dinner.

After all, taking the train is just for fun. If you really want to hurry, you still need magic. As soon as the two of them stepped off the platform, they found a corner to Apparate and left, returning to the hotel they chose that night.

They checked in with the same room number. They didn't stay too long, took the meal coupons and prepared to fill their stomachs first.

Walking into the hotel restaurant, Loren paused.

Wow, the restaurant is full of familiar faces.

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, members of the Order of the Phoenix, and the American Aurors who were responsible for security that night. Most of the wizards have not left yet, and are talking to the staff of the American Magical Congress at the table. They are all about Voldemort and the Death Eaters, as well as the details of the battle that night.

It seems that these wizards have already contracted the hotel.

A wizard war only lasted a few hours, but the subsequent record work actually took several days.

Alas, the wizard government has complicated procedures and rigid systems...

In short, it's a disaster.

The only one who didn't talk to the staff of the Magical Congress of the United States was Harry. He seemed to be taken care of as a victim and a patient. There were two young wizards on the nearest table observing his diet. The healer's badge was embroidered on his chest. They were probably from the Magic Injury Hospital.

Speaking of which, Harry was indeed very valuable for research. He was the only case in history of surviving after being cursed by the most powerful dark wizard in the past few hundred years, and it was twice.

Seeing the two, Harry choked up and hurriedly pulled the two friends to complain.

Other Aurors and Phoenix members provided duel reports and clues about Death Eater criminals. They combined their resistance and past crimes to determine the sentence. He was excluded from the combat personnel alone. His most important job every day was to deal with various physical examinations, recall the feelings after being cursed, and reproduce the scenes of the hazy illusion.

It was even more torturous than the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse combined.

His strongest wish now was to get rid of these annoying guys and go out to play.

Staring at the two, Harry took a bite of the pie fiercely. Finally, he didn't have to face those interrogations alone, but his eyes were filled with envy, jealousy and resentment:

"You two are really too much. In such an emergency, you actually left me to go out and fall in love, went to Hawaii, went to Florida..."

He paused for a moment, and the resentment on his body was so strong that it almost condensed into substance: "You two have been neighbors since the summer vacation of the first grade. You can travel everywhere every year, but I can only stay at the Dursleys every year. After so many years, can't I have a good summer vacation?"

Loren couldn't help laughing.

After returning from the hazy illusion, this person seemed to relax, getting rid of the soul fragments in the scar, getting rid of his old enemy Voldemort, as if he had unloaded the burden from the bottom of his heart, unloaded the inexplicable mission he had been carrying for a long time, and freed from the bleak night more than a decade ago... There was always an indescribable loneliness before, but now it seems to be completely gone.

It seems that there is a trend of transformation towards Ron and Seamus.

Loren paused for a moment and said seriously, "We consider this to be the last summer vacation. Next year will be the seventh grade, and there will be no more summer vacations. No matter how long the summer is when we graduate, it will not be considered a summer vacation. Then we will have to consider work, family, marriage and other adult wizard matters, and we will not be able to play carefree like now. So Hermione and I discussed it and decided to go out and have a good day."

Hermione pursed her lips and glanced at this person.

"The last summer vacation!"

Harry opened his eyes wide, and a sense of urgency rose in his heart.

He immediately turned his head to look at Tonks at the next table: "Is this true? Didn't you have a good time that summer after graduation? No homework, no school, isn't it a happy two months?"

Tonks nodded and replied: "Loren is right, this summer is the most enjoyable summer. There are a lot of things to do next summer. I am anxiously waiting for the results before receiving them. After receiving the results, I want to go out and relax with my classmates, but they all have various arrangements. Some people have to continue to take the Apparition Qualification Certificate, some have to intern at Gringotts of the Ministry of Magic, and some have part-time jobs to save money for traveling around the world. Even going to Diagon Alley to play can't find a partner."

"This...this..."

Tonks continued to add: "By the way, I remember that you volunteered to become an Auror after graduation, right? Then it is even more impossible to have fun. After passing the exam, you will enter the Ministry of Magic and become an Auror candidate wizard. In the future, you will have to undergo long-term special training, training, exams, practical inspections... It is even busier and more tiring than the seventh grade."

"What?"

Harry's voice became louder and louder, his expression was extremely shocked, with an urgent urgency.

The wizards who had finished dinner did not return to their rooms, and the staff who had to work overtime at night did not return to the Woolworth Building. The wizards in the restaurant could not help but slow down and quietly listen to their conversation. Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley and other Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix also pricked up their ears, listened to them calmly, and looked at Harry quietly.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You didn't ask either."

Loren spread his hands, his tone innocent.

Tonks twisted the ends of her hair with her fingers, looked at Harry, and then looked at him and Hermione, with an interesting expression.

Harry stood up: "No! I can't delay here any longer, I have to ask for leave from Minister Scrimgeour."

...

An hour later, in the reception room on the top floor of the hotel.

Loren and Hermione sat side by side on the sofa, huddled together to flip through the recent issues of "New York Ghost", and the thin paper rustled.

Nancy and Pickley were sitting next to him, their eyes were blank, and it was unknown what they were thinking. Pickley suddenly sat up straight, shaking the soft sofa slightly.

"Do you think Harry can really take a leave? Now that Voldemort has been completely eliminated and the Death Eaters have been basically arrested and detained, it should be okay to let Harry relax for a while."

Nancy was about to nod in agreement, but saw the young witch who had not yet graduated shook her head.

"No." Hermione explained in a low voice, "Harry is now the focus of the entire British magic world. When the Daily Prophet publishes the news of Voldemort's downfall, everyone will remember this savior. Even if there is no threat from Voldemort and the Death Eaters, Minister Scrimgeour will not let him run around in this unfamiliar area. If something goes wrong, it will be difficult to explain."

"Excellent analysis!"

A rough and refreshing voice came from the door.

Two middle-aged wizards walked into the room, and the one who spoke was the one in front. He was dressed in a suit, but the cuffs of his tie were crooked, giving people the first impression of being unrestrained and uninhibited.

The one who fell behind was Minister Scrimgeour, whose legs were not very flexible.

"Mr. Colehaug."

Pickley and Nancy stood up to greet him.

"I've said it many times, just call me Samuel." The wizard smiled and patted the two on the shoulder, sat down next to them, turned his head and looked at Hermione, "You must be Miss Granger, I heard Nancy and Pickley mention you, you have excellent grades and are knowledgeable, I thought you would be a nerd, but I was wrong, you are a wise witch."

"Hello..." Hermione hesitated a little.

Colehaug smiled: "Rufus clearly wanted to reject Harry, but he didn't tell him directly. He went around in circles and finally pushed it to Dumbledore, saying that Harry is just a student now and should ask for leave from the principal, not the Minister of Magic."

Scrimgeour walked over with a limp and sat down next to him, and glanced at him coldly, but it didn't work.

"In this case, Mr. Scrimgeour should be disappointed, Dumbledore will definitely agree to Harry's request." Loren laughed softly, finishing the knife accurately.

Scrimgeour was stunned for a moment, remembering Dumbledore's style of doing things, and frowned slightly, frowning more and more tightly, looking a little restless.

"This must be Mr. Morgan, I am the person in charge of this operation of the Magical Congress of the United States, Samuel G. Kohaug, just call me Samuel."

Kohaug obviously knew that Loren was the wizard who defeated Voldemort that night, but he didn't mention it too much, just lightly passed it over, and soon talked about other topics: "Things have progressed very quickly in the two days since you left. We blocked the news, and the Ghost News has not published relevant news. Nancy, please give our friends a brief introduction to the current situation."

"Okay, sir."

Nancy paused, sorting out the information while slowing down her speech: "After Voldemort's complete death, people who were cast under the Imperius Curse across the country gradually returned to normal, the Death Eaters were basically arrested, and some officials surrendered and took the initiative to admit that they had connections with the Death Eaters. The Magical Congress of the United States is conducting a comprehensive investigation of the relevant personnel..."

Loren sat next to him and listened quietly.

These are all expected developments. Voldemort is the foundation of the Death Eaters. When the foundation completely collapses, the castle in the air above will naturally collapse.

Scrimgeour gradually recovered at this moment, cleared his throat and added: "We have also found internal spies and arrested Mrs. Edgemore of the Ministry of Magical Transportation yesterday morning. The supervisor position will be taken over by Tycross. The sentencing trial for the Death Eaters will begin before September. In order to prevent the influence of local pure-blood family forces, we plan to hold the trial in the Woolworth Building. In the future, extradition will be handed over to the Ministry of Magic for detention and disposal."

Hearing these political contents, Hermione's eyes flickered, like an excellent student who concentrates on studying in class.

Scrimgeour paused for a moment, glanced at Loren next to him, and continued: "Two of the Death Eaters have special circumstances. Lucius Malfoy has been released on bail by Dumbledore, just like Professor Snape in the past. In the future, we only need to submit relevant evidence to explain the situation."

"Who is the other one?" Hermione asked.

"It's Bellatrix Lestrange." Scrimgeour mentioned this name with a complicated expression, "She's pregnant."

"Pregnant!?"

Hermione screamed in surprise.

Loren was stunned for a moment, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he showed a thoughtful expression.

"The child who is still pregnant is protected by powerful magic. We can't confirm whose blood it is..." Scrimgeour's voice was cold, showing a hint of the style of the Iron-blooded faction, "But it cannot be ruled out that it is the blood of Voldemort. possible.”

According to the relevant provisions of the International Federation of Wizards, in order to promote the reproduction of the wizard community, no matter how ferocious and cruel the dark wizards are, the crimes they commit will not affect their children. As the defender of the wizarding social order, the wizarding government certainly will not Apply the barbaric and backward continuous sitting method.

But Voldemort is an exception.

Upon hearing the news that Voldemort had given birth to an heir, any wizard who knew Voldemort would not think that it was his child, but would only think that it was some kind of dark magic creation, some kind of ritual for Voldemort to extend his life, or some other bloody and cruel curse.

Hermione's eyes were a little dazed, and she asked softly: "What are the Ministry of Magic going to do with Bellatrix... and the child in her belly?"

"The British Ministry of Magic is a formal member of the International Confederation of Wizards. We will not violate relevant laws without reason, but we will not let Voldemort have any possibility of realizing his conspiracy." Scrimgeour said coldly, "They will be in St. Mungo's Magic The hospital for injuries and illnesses will receive the best care, and there will be regular inspections by professional therapists. We will not start the trial of Bellatrix until the baby is born. "

Nancy couldn't help but ask: "What about the child?"

"If there is no problem with the child, it will be treated as a normal wizard orphan and will be handed over to relevant relatives to raise, or handed over to an orphanage."

"..."

The living room gradually became quiet.

The two government officials remained silent, as did the other young wizards.

Loren rummaged through the distant memories in his mind, which were stories after the end of the series of adventures. They seemed to be about a cursed child.

Unfortunately there isn't much useful information.

"Okay! I've finished talking about the serious things before, let's talk about something lighter."

Kohaug suddenly clapped his hands, attracting the attention of several people, and facing their gazes, he pointed to the newspaper on the table: "Next, we will disclose the news about this war and celebrate the victory."

He said to Loren: "I have discussed with Rufus. Based on your opinion, if you are willing to reveal your identity, we will promote your achievements to wizards all over the world and strive for corresponding glory, including Britain, the United States, and Albania." , the first-class Merlin Order of Germany, Austria and other countries, the honorary director of many magic schools, the International Federation of Wizards’ individual seat nomination, the Wizengamot nomination..."

"Emm...it sounds like my head hurts."

"Then let's carry out the second plan..."