"Nothing came after...... Harry said, "Actually, nothing happened at the Weasley house, oh, of course, there were other things, like I had a fight with Scrimgeour and it looked like I was victorious." ”

"What?" Hermione exclaimed, "I mean, why?"

Harry briefly explained to the two of them what Scrimgeour was about, 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, it's just that he believes the wrong person, and there is also a reason for Mr. Weasley, after all, before Voldemort didn't come back, we were more like talking nonsense, a group of persecution paranoia. ”

But these are the truths. Harry said.

"Hey, man, be quiet for now, we're talking about Scrimthour, so the new Mr. Secretary decided to pull you in?"

"He just wanted to think of me as a mascot. Harry said, "I don't like that. ”

"That shows you're charismatic, Harry. Van Lin shook his head, "Anyway, it's not a bad thing, at least I'm sure that Minister Scrimgeour won't give us any unnecessary trouble when it comes to fighting Voldemort, and all we need is a message like this." ”

"Okay, so, what about my dreams? is Voldemort doing?"

"He never stopped, did he, man. Van Lin shook his head, "So, it's not surprising, but it's very likely that he's been using something even more crazy lately." ”

According to Rutherford's depiction, the Forbidden Gate, also known as the Gates of Hell, is apparently an altar to Hell.

Although Van Lin didn't know if it was hell or not, it didn't affect Voldemort's thirst for power.

An ancient god who is still alive, a part of the ancient gods exactly?

That's all Voldemort needed.

"Oh well, I'm not interested in knowing that much. Harry shook his head, he thought of something bad, like all the mad dark wizards in history, what Voldemort was doing, probably contempt for life or something.

"Well, tell me about you, what are you doing at Christmas, I'm still waiting for you two to come to the Burrow to find me, and it's been until now. ”

"Oh, don't be nervous......" Van Lin shook his head, not knowing if he was nervous or Harry was nervous.

In short, their short vacation was not pleasant, or rather, somewhat unbelievable.

For example, a group of skeletons that have been disconnected, only the skeleton is left with blue fire, to be exact, it should be a dragon with a frost breath?

Or maybe they dug up a seal for an undead creature?

Thankfully, Dumbledore had gone with Nicolame and managed to push back the blue-skinned zombie with the Frost Wolf and a big black crow on his shoulder before they arrived.

It wasn't a pleasant experience at all, and, as you can see, those things, that is, the undead, couldn't be completely destroyed, fortunately, they were in the polar waters, and the undead didn't have the ability to cross the ocean, and according to Dumbledore's judgment, those undead couldn't leave their tomb space at all, which was the place where the wizard had cast a curse.

But in fact, even Dumbledore couldn't have known about it, it was no longer known that it was a lifetime, and without literature, Van Lin didn't even know that there was such a group of undead creatures in their own right.

At least, Dumbledore, after stepping to the top of the Black Tower, saw the guy with the Ice Crown on his head, chained by several thunderbolts.

Of course, it is clear that these guys used to be warriors under the hands of the Grim Reaper, because after entering the Black Tower, Van Lin clearly felt the breath of that guy, and the chains in his body were about to move.

However, when a few people found it, it was just a petrified eye above the main tomb, a piece of dead flesh and blood, maybe a clone?

This time it became clearer, it was nothing more than that after the defeat of the god of death, it was difficult for his subordinates to die, after all, the kingdom of the dead had disappeared, so these guys were sealed by the wizards or something else at the time, in short, this did not bring any value.

A clone that has lost its power is not a threat at all, and Van Lin is more concerned about the one that the vampire has been feeding, perhaps the only one, and the key to murder is not found here.

The clues that Dumbledore was able to discover were nothing more than the story of a puppet who had gained consciousness and pursued rebirth.

However, the Polar Tombs represent death, except for a few traces of the puppet's life found here (Rutherford's nose is the same as a dog's nose, even though he keeps insisting that it is a blood sense). Nothing else was found at all.

The clue seems to be broken, and no one knows where the puppet will take the murder key, as for the pursuit of rebirth......

It's a good idea to target the famous City of the Dead...... Regardless, necromancy is really easy to use when it comes to things like resurrection.

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 single body is not very powerful, but in terms of numbers......

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

"We're just exploring some ruins, helping Rutherford find his ancestors?"

"Ancestors?"

"Ah, yes, the ancestors. Hermione was a little unnatural and deceived Harry, which still made Hermione a little uncomfortable.

"However, there has been no progress, and Rutherford has only found some clues, which will take some time. ”

"Oh, well......" Harry nodded, he didn't like vampires, so he wasn't going to ask.

This habit was probably developed during Cedric's time?

The next morning, the start of the new semester was a surprise for the sixth graders.

A large notice was nailed to the bulletin board in the common room last night. Apparition TrainingIf you are a seventh-year student, or who will be seventeen years old by August 31, you are eligible to participate in a twelve-week apparition training course taught by a Ministry of Magic instructor. If you would like to participate, please sign your name below. Cost: 2 Galleons.

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

Although it was said that Van Lin had mastered this magic, in fact, he still needed to go through the normal procedures to report it.

And as soon as Ron, who was at the back of the line, took out his quill, Lavender quietly appeared behind him, secretly blindfolded him, and said in a tactful voice, "Guess who I am, whoa-whoa?"

This mouthful of dog food made Harry a little appetizing, why didn't Van Lin and Hermione let him do that...... What about uncomfortable?

Maybe you were too young to understand the true meaning of critical hits?

It seems that he really needs to be quiet.

In fact, Lavender and Ron got tired of it for a while, and it wasn't until everyone had signed up that Lavender left.

"So—the apparition," Ron wiped his mouth, "it should be interesting, huh?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "Maybe it's better when you do it yourself, I don't feel too comfortable when Dumbledore takes me with me. ”

"It was very uncomfortable. Van Lin rolled his eyes, "I advise you to hit the attention, otherwise, get out of the body to understand?"

"Oh, don't say it's so scary, it's not that hard, isn't it...... I'd better get through it the first time," Ron looked anxious. "Fred and George are. ”

"Charlie didn't make it once, didn't he?" said Harry.

"yes, but Charlie is bigger than me," Ron stretched out his arms like a gorilla, "so Fred and George didn't keep nagging about that...... Anyway, not in front of him......"

"When can we take the actual test?"

"It's enough to be seventeen. For me, it's just going to be March!"

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

"That's okay, isn't it? everybody will know that I can do it just by trying to apparition. ”

Ron wasn't the only one excited about the prospect of apparitions. There was talk of this upcoming course everywhere that day, and people seemed to be so optimistic about the ability to disappear and reappear at will that they ignored the risks posed by the magic.

"That's cool, if we could-" Seamus snapped his fingers to represent the disappearance. "My cousin Fergus used to harass me with this trick, and I'll do it later...... He'll never have peace......"

Seamus was in a state of anticipation, his wand swinging was a little too fanatical, the goal of that spell class was to conjure a stream of pure water, but his wand spewed out something like a rubber hose, bounced off the ceiling and hit Professor Flitwick directly in the face.

Thankfully, there wasn't an explosion, was it?

"Harry has apparitioned," Ron told Seamus, who was a little embarrassed, after Professor Flitwick waved his wand to dry him and punished Seamus for writing a sentence ("I'm a wizard, not a baboon wielding a stick").

"Deng—uh—somebody took him to do it. Attachment manifestation, you know. ”

"Wow!" Seamus whispered, and he, Dean, and Neville leaned their heads closer to hear Harry describe what it was like to apparition. For the rest of the day, Harry was surrounded by a crowd of other sixth-year students who asked about the apparition's apparition sensations. Despite how uncomfortable he told them about the apparitions, they seemed to be in awe more than they gave up, and until 10 o'clock, when people kept asking him questions about the details, he had to lie that he needed to go to the library to return a book in order to get out of time for Dumbledore's class.

As he walked along the road, Harry remembered that he could have pushed Van Lin out just now, although the consequence might be to get beaten up, which was much better than being annoyed all day.

The lights in Dumbledore's office had been lit, the portraits of the former Headmasters were snoring softly in the frame, and the meditation basin had once again been placed early on Dumbledore's desk.

Dumbledore placed his hands on either side of the meditation basin, looking very relaxed. Harry suddenly wanted to ask why he hadn't taken him, but the words came to his lips and he swallowed them back, Dumbledore was sure to find a reason, and he had another topic he wanted to discuss with Dumbledore anyway.

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

"Yes," Harry said. "He didn't really like me. ”

"Yes," Dumbledore sighed. "He doesn't like me either. But we can't be depressed in pain, Harry, but we have to keep fighting. ”

Harry grinned.

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

Dumbledore smiled. That was Fudge's idea at first. In the last few days of his tenure, in order to keep his position at all costs, he sought to meet with you, hoping that you would give him some—"

"After all that Fudge did last year?" Harry said angrily. "After the Umbridge affair?"

I told Cornelly that it was impossible, but that thought didn't go away with his departure. We met a few hours after Scrimgeour took office, and he asked me to arrange for you to meet with him—"

"That's why you're arguing!" Harry blurted out. "It was published in the Daily Prophet. ”

"The Daily Prophet must have reported the truth once in a while," Dumbledore said. "Maybe it was just an accident. Yes, that's why we quarrel, of course, not all. However, it seems that Rufus finally found a way to stop you. ”

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

"Then he's so rude. "I told him I was. Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something, but closed again. Behind Harry, Fawkes let out a low, gentle, melodious chirp. He suddenly realized that Dumbledore's bright blue eyes looked a little moist, and he felt a pang of extreme embarrassment, so he had to quickly stare at his knees. However, Dumbledore's voice was rather calm when he spoke again.

"I'm very impressed, Harry. ”

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

"Yes, he did enjoy asking about that," Dumbledoredo's voice was now pleasant, and Harry felt safe to look up at this time. "He even wanted to send someone to follow me. It's really funny. He sent Delix. That's not very friendly. I've been forced to cast a spell on Delix once, and I've done it again with great apologies. ”

"So they still don't know where you've been?" Harry asked, hoping for more information on the subject of interest, but Dumbledore only smiled from above his half-moon glasses. "Yes, they don't, and it's not time to tell you. Now, I suggest we continue with the previous content, unless you have anything else ——?"

"Actually, there is, Professor," Harry said. "About Malfoy and Snape. ”

"It's Professor Snape, Harry. ”

"Yes, Professor. I overheard their conversation at Professor Slavhorn's party...... Well, I actually tracked them ......"

Dumbledore listened to Harry's story with a blank face. After Harry finished speaking, he was silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you for telling me this, Harry, but I suggest you forget about it. I don't think it's too important. ”

"Not too important?" Harry repeated incredulously. "Professor, you got ——?"

"Yes, Harry, I've been blessed with extraordinary intelligence, so I've figured out everything you told me," Dumbledore said a little sharply. "I think you should even consider that I probably know more than you do. I'm glad you trusted me, but I assure you that what you told me didn't upset me. ”

Harry sat there quietly, but his heart was turbulent, and he glared at Dumbledore. What the hell was going on? since he had told Dumbledore all about Snape, did that mean that Dumbledore had indeed sent Snape to find out Draco? Or was he really worried about what he had heard, but pretended to be nothing?

"So, Professor," Harry hoped his voice would appear polite and calm, "you do trust ——?"

"I've been patient enough to answer that question," but he didn't sound so patient. My answer has not changed. ”