"Dumbledore, I'm afraid I don't see any connection between the two, I can't see it at all!" was the voice of Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

Ruth says that what Percy does best is getting lost. We should have found her by now, I admit it, but all the same, we have no evidence of cheating or dirty dealings in private. Dumbledore, not at all. How could her disappearance be linked to Crouch's accident?"

"And what do you think happened to Crouch, Mr. Minister?" said Moody's deep voice.

"I think there are two possibilities, Alasto," said Fudge, "and one is that Crouch ended up schizophrenic — from his personal record, and I think you agree with him, he wasn't just like — insane, and then wandered around—"

"He's wandering really fast, if that's true, Connelly. Dumbledore said calmly.

"Or—......" Fudge's voice sounded embarrassed.

"Okay. I'll have to see where he's been found before I can draw conclusions, but you say it's not far from Beauxbatons' carriage? Dumbledore, do you know the woman?"

"I think she's a very responsible headmistress – and she's a really good dancer. Dumbledore said lightly.

"Alright, Dumbledore!" Fudge said angrily, "you shouldn't have a special crush on Hagrid because of her, they're not harmless—if, in fact, you could say Hagrid is harmless, even if the monster follows him-"

"I treat both of them equally, and I suspect neither Hagrid nor Madame Maxim. Dumbledore remained composed, "I think you're biased, Connelly." ”

"Can we pause the discussion for now?" Moody said under a low growl.

"Alright, alright, let's go to the forest together. Connelly said impatiently.

"No, I don't mean that. Moody said, "Because Potter and El want to talk to you, Dumbledore." They're right outside the door. ”

The office door opened.

Van Lin sorted it out, and the eavesdropping was probably over here.

"Hello, Al, Potter," Moody said, "come in." ”

Harry walked in.

He had been in Dumbledore's office before, and it was a very beautiful circular room, with photographs of the former Headmasters and Ladies of Hogwarts lined the walls, all of whom were sleeping soundly, their chests heaving slightly.

Fudge stood at Dumbledore's table, wearing his usual pinstriped coat and gray-green bowler hat.

"Harry!" Fudge cried out happily as he stepped forward, "how are you?"

"Good!" Harry lied. "We are talking about the discovery of Mr. Crouch in the forest that night. The rule of law said, "You found him, right?"

"No, it's Vanlin......" Harry said.

Then, finding it a little rude to pretend that he hadn't just heard their conversation outside the door, he added, "I didn't see Mrs. Massim anywhere at the time, maybe she has a job to do, doesn't she?"

Dumbledore stood behind Fudge and smiled at him, winking.

"Yes. Fudge looked embarrassed, he had made a mistake for the person he found, and then Maxim was not there again.

Van Lin looked up at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore's gaze flattened.

Fudge smiled awkwardly at Van Lin, between Harry and Van Lin, he was more optimistic about Harry, but Van Lin's identity ......

"We're going to go into the forest, Harry, Al, so please forgive me...... Maybe you go back to the classroom first—"

"I'm going to talk to you, Professor. Van Lin said quickly, looking at Dumbledore, who glanced at him inquiringly.

"Wait for me here, you," Dumbledore said, "we'll be back soon, it won't take long." ”

They went out together and closed the door.

After a minute or two, Harry heard the sound of Moody's wooden legs hitting the ground below and walked farther and farther away, and he looked around.

Van Lin was completely relaxed, "You can take a look, Harry. Immediately afterwards, Van Lin brought out some small pastries.

"Would you like some snacks?" said Van Lin, who had lost his curiosity about Dumbledore's office early, had come more than once, and had even discussed it with the headmasters.

"Forget it. Harry smiled reluctantly, "I'd better take a look." ”

Vanlin nodded, Harry really needed to relax.

"Hello, Fawkes. Van Lin stood up, and then picked up Fawkes's food and fed it.

Fox, the Professor's phoenix bird, was standing on a golden perch by the door. It is as big as a swan and has beautiful bright red and gold feathers.

It rustled its long tail and looked at the two of them lovingly.

Harry sat down at Dumbledore's table.

For several minutes he sat there watching the old headmaster and the ladies doze in the frames, thinking about what he had just heard, and touching his scar with his hand, which now did not hurt.

He felt a little calmer, for he was already in Dan Bodo's office, and soon to tell him about the dream, Harry looked up at the wall behind his desk: patched, tattered hat was sitting on a shelf, and next to it was a glass box containing a very beautiful silver sword, with a large ruby key to the hilt, which he recognized as the sword he had pulled out of his hat in his second year, and which had belonged to Godric Greenfindor ,—— the builder of the house where Harry lived.

He stared at it, remembering how much it had helped him in his despair.

At this time, he noticed a small piece of silver light jumping and flickering on the glass box. He looked around to find out where the light was coming from, and then he saw a silvery light coming out of a black cupboard behind him, because the door of the cupboard was not closed.

Harry hesitated and glanced at Fawkes and Van Lin, who didn't mean to come over, he was having fun with Fawkes.

Harry paused, then stood up and walked over to the cupboard and opened the door.

A shallow stone basin sat there, the edges decorated with strange carvings, like some strange letters and symbols, none of which Harry recognized, and the silver light came from what the basin contained, it wasn't like anything Harry had seen before.

He didn't even know about the substance.

Whether it is a liquid or a gas, it has a bright silvery white, and it is still moving, its surface ripples like the wind blows through the water, and yet, like a cloud, it separates and spins at one time.

It was like a liquid of light—like a solid of wind—and Harry had a hard time determining.