Scrimgeour struggled to get up, gasping for air, "Connelly, Dumbledore should be left behind......"

He didn't finish his words.

Fudge shook his head and interrupted stiffly, "Rufus, I'm the minister." ”

Scrimgeour rolled his eyes and stepped over to sit down.

"Albus." Fudge's attitude weakened, he didn't dare to look at the scene on the Slytherin table, and shifted to the direction where he couldn't see it, "I think you'll have to come with me, I think." ”

Dumbledore's face was serious: "Now Hogwarts has ......"

"If it were just me, I'd be happy for you to stay." Fudge interrupted, "But it's not just my decision. ”

He waved his wand.

In his pocket, a roll of parchment flew out and spread it out in front of Dumbledore: "This is also the decision of the school board. ”

"There are quite a few wizards in the Wizengamot who agree."

In the face of all this red tape, the greatest white wizard did not speak.

Fudge's heart immediately rose to his throat, and he stumbled when he spoke: "Dumbledore, do you want to go against the advice of the Ministry of Magic and the School Board and insist on going your own way?" ”

Tom's words, like a drumstick made of steel, slammed into his cymbal-like heart, and shook with a bang, and the sound grew louder and louder in his mind, more and more monstrous waves, and more and more difficult to stop.

"Connelly, you know me, I don't have any ideas." Dumbledore sighed, "If I had, something would have happened a long time ago." ”

But this is as unreliable as the promise made by the person in love.

Fudge didn't believe it.

He and Dumbledore weren't even lovers, and there was no reason to believe that.

"One day, only one day." Dumbledore sighed again.

Fudge relaxed slightly and nodded, "We'll take care of everything in one day, Albus, you trust us, and we believe in you." ”

Harry scoffed and shook his head, "Professor, I'm afraid I'll have to apologize to you." ”

Dumbledore was stunned.

"You know, you have to see it with your own eyes to know what it's like for a person with a dung stone in his head." Harry shrugged.

Fudge's face darkened.

Dumbledore smiled, "Severus will definitely approve of you." ”

"You should stay." Harry glanced at the messy Slytherin table, "Tom is arrogant, but he just bullied you for not having time." ”

"He's already shown his timidity, and it only takes half a day to catch him."

Know how he hides himself.

A second time is a move, and it is ineffective against the wizard.

"Yes, I know that." Dumbledore nodded.

Fudge's face became panicked again, and he nervously tugged at the handkerchief in his hand: "Albus......"

"I believe Severus, Minerva, and the other professors." Dumbledore whispered, "They will protect Hogwarts for the day I leave." ”

"Harry, you have to protect yourself, too."

Harry nodded, "I'm going to stay here." ”

Dumbledore was stunned.

"Tom's target is me, maybe there's some way he'll break into the break room." Harry sat down, if he went back to the common room, it would be a problem for the other young wizards.

Scrimgeour said in a tough tone: "Don't worry, Mr. Potter, the Aurors will ......"

"The Ministry of Magic will protect you." Fudge interrupted him, and quickly made a promise.

Scrimgeour scoffed, tilting his head to the side.

"Mr. Dumbledore, it's time for us to go." Fudge urged, "Use the Floo network in your office?" Or is it from Lockhart's office? ”

Dumbledore waved his wand, didn't speak, and turned away.

Fudge trotted, keeping up with him.

In the empty hall, only Harry and Scrimgeour were left.

Without Fudge's obnoxious colleague, the Auror Office chief turned his head and looked at Harry carefully, his picture had been published in the Daily Prophet.

That's in the first grade.

Harry looked bigger and taller than he had then, and his lion-like eyes were sharper.

"Mr. Potter, you don't have to worry." Scrimgeour spoke, trying to comfort the second-year wizard, "I'm here to protect you......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Harry handed over a bottle of potion.

Scrimgeour was stunned.

"Palliative potion, drink it, you're nervous now." Harry introduced, shaking the potion in his hand, the intent of handing it to him even more obvious.

Scrimgeour took it dryly, hesitated, and took the potion.

"Wait, if the basilisk or Tom shows up, be careful." Harry continued, "What kind of creature is a basilisk, remember? ”

"Yes." The warmth was born in Scrimgeur's lower abdomen, and his whole body became warm, and the pain caused by the Heart Drilling Curse, the only trace that remained, was also dissipated, "What a basilisk?" ”

Harry nodded, "Don't look at its eyes. ”

"The professor has set up some kind of spell, and that may be against it."

Scrimgeour and Harry chatted.

Wait......

He suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Didn't he open his mouth to comfort Harry?

How did it become for him to comfort himself now.

Before he could adjust the identity balance between the two, Snape hurried over and gritted his teeth: "What about Dumbledore?" ”

"Gone." Harry replied succinctly.

There was irrepressible anger in Snape's tone: "How dare he, what does he think, did his head go into the water of a whole black lake and just leave you like this?" ”

"It's Fudge." Harry shook his head, "The Minister of Magic. ”

Scrimgeour couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Snape looked coldly.

Scrimgeour grimaced: "Professor Snape, you should be in the Slytherin common room right now, protecting your students, that's all that matters, isn't it?" ”

"Here's my ......"

He picked up his wand, as if he wanted to chase Snape away.

"And then it's up to you?" Snape interrupted him with a sneer, "Potter was dealing with those things, and he was also going to protect your oil bottle by the way, and when Dumbledore came back and saw two corpses in the Great Hall?" ”

Scrimgeour was a little embarrassed.

What does it mean to be protected by Harry, he is also the head of the Auror Office, the most elite Auror.

"That's better than you, at least I'm on the same front as Mr. Potter, and there's no need to worry about someone suddenly casting a spell behind your back and attacking you." Scrimgeour squinted, not giving an inch.

"This Mr. Scrimgeour shouldn't be dragging me down yet." Harry spoke, breaking the-for-tat atmosphere between the two of them.

Then he said to Scrimgeur, "As for Professor Snape, he is someone both Professor Dumbledore and I trust. ”

Scrimgeour snorted coldly, but didn't speak.

Snape was about to continue cursing at Dumbledore.

With a bang, a huge figure slammed through the door of the auditorium.

"Close your eyes!" Harry shouted, closed his eyes, and burrowed under the table.

The other two also used their own tactics.

"Kill... Kill—" The basilisk swallowed, saying the bloodiest words.