"Master Sherlock...... So we ...... Let's ...... next" Fudge's eyes were staring around, he should have said something at this time as the Minister of Magic, but he couldn't say anything when he looked at Sherlock with his mouth open.

"Voldemort is coming, we have to be ready, Master Sherlock, you will deal with him too, right?"

"But Voldemort must have done something else, and the Death Eaters have always done all kinds of evil."

Some wizards ran over and shouted at Sherlock, while Fudge stood awkwardly, and when Voldemort returned, the wizards did not ask for help from him, the Minister for Magic, but went to a child who had not yet graduated from Hogwarts.

"I'm going back to Hogwarts, Voldemort shouldn't be making much of a move in the near future, and you don't need to worry at all, the wizarding world now has me and Dumbledore, and he has to face two enemies at the same time." Sherlock said.

This made the wizards breathe a sigh of relief, but it was clear that they could not continue to relax in the future, and in this eventful time in the wizarding world, it was better to run around less outside.

"Let's go Harry, someone wants to see you, the Dark Wizards are back at Hogwarts, you have behaved very bravely today......" Sherlock's last words were addressed to the Dark Wizards.

He then looked at Fudge and Fu Mond, "Floo.com must have been manipulated by the Death Eaters, it seems that there are still a lot of people in the Ministry of Magic who are secretly falling to the Death Eaters, this is your next job, and my fight with Voldemort has inadvertently broken the ban of the Ministry of Magic, and it will definitely make the Muggles in the outside world find out here, and at the same time cause such a big commotion, so the Aurors and the rest of the Ministry of Magic will have a lot of work tonight." ”

Sherlock said that the ban on the Ministry of Magic had been broken, so he could use Shapeshifter at will within the Ministry of Magic.

"Minister Fudge come with me, we need to discuss, Professor Dumbledore should be waiting for us."

He grabbed Harry Potter's arm and placed his other hand on Fudge's shoulder.

Harry felt familiar again...... It was as if a hook was hooking his navel and jerking him forward.

The shiny wooden floor vanished beneath his feet, the hall, Fudge and Sherlock all vanished, and he flew forward in a brilliant whirlwind.

Harry's feet touched the ground, his knees bent slightly, and the Golden Wizard's head fell to the ground.

He looked around and found himself in Dumbledore's office.

In the Headmaster's absence, everything was restored, the delicate silver instrument resting back on the spindle-legged table, swirling silently in the smoke, the portraits of the Headmasters dozing in the frame, their heads hanging back into their armchairs or leaning against the edge of the frame.

Harry looked out the window, and the horizon in the distance showed a green dividing line, and dawn was coming.

The silence, broken only by the occasional snoring of the portraits in their sleep, was unbearable for him, and if the environment could emanate his inner feelings, the portraits would have screamed in pain.

He strolled around the quiet, beautiful office, breathing urgently, trying to think of nothing.

However, he had to think...... There is no escaping ......

I originally thought that there was the presence of the Dark Wizard Army and Sherlock in the dark tonight, even if the Ministry of Magic was very dangerous, what he saw in his dream was a fake, a trap, and there would be no accidents, but in fact, Sirius Black died tonight.

Harry's only relative had also died, which made Harry's mood start to grieve again after being nervous about Voldemort's appearance at the beginning.

He couldn't bear it, he couldn't imagine it, he couldn't bear to endure it......

There was a terrible hole in him that he didn't want to feel or check, a black hole about Blake, where Blake was gone, he didn't want to stay in that heavy and quiet place, he couldn't stand it......

A portrait next to him let out a loud snoring and said coldly, "Ah...... Harry Potter ......"

Fenes Nicholas let out a long yawn and spread his arms and squint his eyes when he saw Harry.

"What brought you so early?" Nicholas said, "This room is kept secret from anyone other than the correct Headmaster, or did Dumbledore send you?" Oh, and don't tell me ......" he yawned again "another message about my useless grandson? ”

Harry couldn't speak, Fennes Nicholas didn't know that Black was dead, and Harry couldn't tell him, saying it out loud

Completion will lead to the final, absolute doom.

"Harry, I can't comfort you, but in fact I want you to be strong, sometimes this is life, life that can't be stopped, all kinds of things, sad and happy, annoying and resentful, everything you will go through, but everything is ahead of time for you." Sherlock suddenly stood beside Harry Potter, silently, and they actually entered Dumbledore's Headmaster's office at the same time.

Fudge was on the other side, his expression a little dazed now, he probably hadn't figured out what the point of his presence was.

"I think there's a lot going on tonight for you, but it's also a good thing, although the vast majority of the wizarding world believes that Voldemort is back, but when Voldemort actually appears in front of everyone, that tight sense of panic can really make the nerves of wizards really tense." Sherlock walked around Dumbledore's office, but couldn't find anything to eat.

He had a high-intensity duel tonight, his body was empty, he needed some energy, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger.

"I really want to go to my mom's office right now, she's sure to have a lot of good food there, and she loves to make snacks and desserts." Sherlock said.

Harry's head was still groggy as he approached the fireplace in his office, trying to warm up his cold body.

The empty fireplace suddenly flashed with a green flame, and Harry quickly left the doorway, staring at the man who appeared in the fire.

Dumbledore's tall figure stepped out, and the wizards (portraits) on the walls around him immediately woke up, many of them shouting in welcome.

"Thank you," Dumbledore said softly.

Sherlock blinked, Dumbledore didn't look like a cursed old man at all, obviously when he was looking at Dumbledore in a room in the underground passage of Hogwarts a few hours ago, the other party still thought he was a dying old man.

And now the other party is very spirited, does Snape's potion have such a miraculous effect.

"You look good!" Sherlock muttered.

Dumbledore smiled and looked at the people present, Sherlock Mephisto, Cornelius Fudge, and Harry Potter.

He didn't look at Harry at first, but walked to the back of the desk and sat down, the old man smiling comfortingly.

"I see, you were watching around when I fought Voldemort, right?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

Dumbledore nodded heavily, "That's true, but I'm not lying, I'm still very weak now, and I don't have much chance of winning against Voldemort, and you were keeping an eye on Voldemort at the time, after all, the two of you were fighting, so you didn't notice me." ”

"Why?" Sherlock asked.

"Because I want to see the future of wizarding with my own eyes, so that I can rest assured, and I have to say...... Dumbledore paused, "Your first real duel is much more vigorous than me and Grindelwald. ”

Dumbledore uttered the name by which he recognized his opponent.

Fudge wiped a cold sweat, and Harry had heard something about Grindelwald, who was said to be in another well-known prison in the wizarding world, on a par with Azkaban.

"There are a lot of injured people in the Black Wizard Army, but it is very certain that there are no deaths, the defensive function of those wizard robes and masks you made is very good, but you directly pulled out the students in the school like this, and participated in such a terrible battle to make my old man fearful, although they joined the Black Wizard, they are also my students, and I have to be responsible for them." Dumbledore said.

Then he let out a long sigh, and it didn't seem that he was going to pursue it too much.

He continued, "You have a good relationship with the director of St. Mungo's Hospital, he has already brought the wounded to St. Mungo for treatment, and some Death Eaters who have not had time to escape will be brought to the wizard's court and then imprisoned in Azkaban. ”

Sherlock nodded contentedly at the carpet, which looked much clearer as the sky outside grew brighter.

He was sure that all the wizards in the room had listened carefully to every word that Dundoll had said, wondering what had happened last night and why anyone had been hurt.

"I'm sorry Harry, I'm sorry about Blake, I want you to be strong." Dumbledore admonished, and then said no more.

Dumbledore looked at Fudge and said, "That's it, we need to do something." ”

"Can I understand this," Finnes Nicholas said slowly to Harry's left, "my little grandson, the last member of the Black family, is dead?" ”

"Yes, Finnez," Dumbledore said.

"I can't believe it," Finez said bluntly.

Harry turned around and saw Fynes leave its frame, knowing that he must have gone to visit the old house of the Geblack family, now the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and that another portrait of him had gone, probably wandering through all the frames in the house, calling Blake's name.

"I don't know what else I can do, but I can do what I can if I ask for it." Cornelius Fudge was wiping a cold sweat, and he said categorically, maybe tonight made him understand that too shrewd politics is useless for someone like Voldemort, that killing himself would not be a burden for Voldemort, and that he would even use the Ministry of Magic as a battlefield.

"Thank you, Minister Fudge, you have finally seen the reality now, if this is the case, then the Mephisto family will be much easier, we all want to see a Minister of Magic with a sense of justice." Sherlock said with a smile.

He continued, "But we still have some important things to do, Voldemort can even control Harry for a short time tonight, we don't have much time, if we want to keep Harry, we have to prepare early." ”

The sun was rising, and the peaks were bordered by a distinct orange border, while the sky above was getting less and brighter.

The light shone on Dumbledore, on his silver-white eyebrows and beard, on the deep wrinkles on his face.

"I guess, fifteen years ago," Dumbledore said to Harry, "when I saw the scar on your forehead, I guess it was a bond between you and Voldemort. ”

"You've told me this before, Professor!" Harry said frankly.

"Yes," Dumbledore apologized, "yes, but you see, you have to start with your scars. Obviously, when you return to the wizarding community, my guess turns out to be right, and your scars give you an early warning when Voldemort approaches you or when he gets emotional. ”

"I know," Harry said tiredly.

"It's your power...... Detecting Voldemort's presence, even if he is disguised and can know what he is thinking when he is emotional, becomes more and more evident when Voldemort retrieves his body and regains his magical powers. ”

Harry was tired of nodding, he knew that.

"Recently," said Dumbledore, "I've come to worry that Voldemort might have this connection with you, and it's clear that you've been in his mind so many times that you've noticed it, and of course, I'm talking about the night you witnessed Mr. Weasley being attacked." ”

"Well, Snape told me." Harry whispered.

"Professor Snape, Harry," Dumbledore corrected him, "have you ever wondered why I haven't explained this to you until now?" Why don't I teach you Occlumency myself? Why haven't I seen you for months? ”

Harry looked over and he could tell that Dumbledore was now sad and tired.

"Yes." Harry whispered, "I thought about it. ”

"You know," Dumbledore continued, "I believe it won't be long before Voldemort will try to get into your heart, manipulate and mislead your mind, I can't give him any more incentive to do so, I imagine that if he knew that the relationship between you and me was more than just the headmaster and the student, he would seize the opportunity to probe me through you, I was worried about his use of you, the possibility that he might try to use to control you, I think one day or when we get too close Voldemort will control you and use your thoughts right." I think I see his shadow in your eyes......"

Harry remembered the day when he met Dumbledore's eyes, and he felt a sleeping snake seem to rise from within, ready to attack,

"Voldemort's domination of your target, as he demonstrated tonight, will not bring me destruction, but will bring you destruction, and he hopes that when I simply control you for a while, I will sacrifice you to try to eliminate him, so you see, I try to protect you by keeping my distance from you, Harry, an old man's mistake......"

Sherlock added, "The mistake of a great old man." ”