"Clear stupidity." Harry didn't hide it, and said with a smile.

Fudge had a smirk on his face.

Stupidity?

Who is stupidity talking about? You can't be talking about yourself.

"Tom hasn't come back yet, but it's coming." Dumbledore said in affirmation, sighing, "Connelly, you can go and listen to that prophecy." ”

Fudge's face stiffened, and his mouth stiffened, "I know that prophecy. ”

"But the mystery man has been."

"Would you like to listen to it?" Harry interrupted.

Fudge craned his neck and swallowed back what he wanted to say.

"I think the Ministry of Magic should be ready." Harry took a deep breath, "At least take care of yourself, three of the Death Eaters I killed today were Ministry of Magic officials." ”

"Three?" Fudge jumped to his feet again.

Harry looked at him with surprise in his eyes, "You didn't confirm the identity of the deceased?" ”

"I just, I rushed over as soon as I got the news." Fudge dodged his eyes, "Besides, those things are the responsibility of the Auror Office. ”

Dumbledore sighed.

Snape let out a sneer.

"Mr. Potter, that's too serious." Fudge frowned, "I thought it was just a few dark wizards, but it turned out to be a Ministry of Magic official. ”

"They're Death Eaters." Harry replied flutteringly.

Fudge shook his head, biting the words unusually firmly: "They don't have to be Death Eaters. ”

"Then they are also dark wizards who are intent on killing me." Harry's tone was impatient.

Fudge then shook his head, "No, they're Ministry of Magic officials, maybe it's just the Imperius Curse."

Harry stood up, pulled the Gryffindor sword from his hat and slashed Fudge's head.

No one stopped it.

Fudge's eyes widened as he watched in horror at the sword light that was getting closer and closer to his head, he wanted to dodge, but his body honestly revealed his timidity and couldn't move.

The sword stopped at his throat and was not attached.

Fudge felt as if his head had fallen off once, his neck was cold, his hairs stood on end, and even his eyebrows were fangs and claws.

"You can be a Death Eater too." Harry was expressionless.

Dumbledore shook his head, a little helpless: "Harry." ”

"Mr. Dumbledore!" Fudge began to salute him, "Look at him, it's too lawless"

"Cornelius." Dumbledore sighed again, "I think you should listen to Mr. Potter, the facts and prophecies are all in front of you. ”

Fudge didn't speak, and he didn't dare speak.

The sword is at the throat.

"Is it okay for the Ministry of Magic to go back and get ready?" Harry was mild-mannered and earnestly pleaded with him, "Pick out the Death Eaters, at least keep them clean." ”

Fudge was impressed by his "attitude" and nodded with difficulty.

Harry withdrew his sword.

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, slipped on his feet, and staggered behind Dumbledore: "Mr. Potter, no matter what, you have to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic in its investigation. ”

"That's after all."

He didn't finish his words.

Harry interrupted, "I don't have time to play those imagile games with you. ”

"What a playhouse!" Fudge clenched his fists, his face flushed, "This is to maintain order in the wizarding world!" ”

He looked at Harry disapprovingly, and looked at Dumbledore with a begging head, "My dear Albus, you should take care of your students, he too."

Dumbledore spoke, "No, Harry is right, there's no time to waste on anything else. ”

Fudge looked at Dumbledore in amazement.

What's going on

In the past, as long as he moved out of the "order of the wizarding world", he would definitely be able to convince Dumbledore's routine, but today it doesn't work?

Doesn't this reason move him anymore?

"I'll convince Harry to attend the final ruling." Dumbledore pressed Fudge's shoulder, his fingers pressing, and pressed deeply, "But until then, don't bother Mr. Potter, can you?" ”

Dumbledore was over a hundred years old.

Fudge didn't expect him to be so old, but his fingers were still so strong, and his shoulders hurt.

"Of course, there is no problem." Fudge shrank his head back, his voice timidly agreeing.

Dumbledore spread his hand.

"Alright, Mr. Fudge, please leave first." Harry waved his wand and opened the door, "We have something to talk about. ”

"Me?" Fudge raised his hand incredulously, pointing at himself.

Harry nodded.

Fudge turned his head, looked around the room, and pointed at Hermione, "This. . Well. This young lady is also leaving with me? ”

"No, it's good for you to leave." Harry immediately replied.

Fudge took a deep breath.

The fist is hard!

No. I should say that my fists have been hard for a long time.

He is the Minister of Magic of Great Britain, one of the most powerful people in the entire wizarding world, and even because Dumbledore is a British, he has a special position in the whole world.

As a result, not even a fourth-grade witch?

Just look down on yourself like that?

Good!

Let's go!

Fudge lifted his feet, without procrastination, and walked out of the principal's office, waving his wand vigorously and gently closing the door.

If you don't keep me, then my dignified Minister of Magic has a place to go.

Fudge left.

"I convinced Karkaroff to contact the rest of the Death Eaters." Snape snorted coldly, and couldn't wait to speak, "But."

He glanced at the baby's corpse on the ground.

"Looks like he's made the wrong choice again."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses and waved his wand, and the baby's corpse floated up, and one after another spells fell, checking its condition: "Harry, are you sure he's really dead?" ”

"I'm not stupid enough to be like Fudge." Harry shook his head, "You can't even tell if you're alive or dead. ”

"The child is not even a year old." Dumbledore's tone was indescribably complicated.

McGonagall and Sprout clenched their wands, anger welling up in their eyes.

"Tom always does, hasn't he?" Harry's expression was calm, "What we're going to do is get rid of him before he kills more." ”

"Have the Horcruxes found a way to deal with it?"

Dumbledore gently put the dead baby down, and first spoke to Professor Sprout, "Pomona, find a place to bury this child, it would be better if you could find his parents." ”

"I will." Sprout agreed.

He turned his head to look at Harry, "How to destroy Horcruxes, I'm very thoughtful right now. ”

"Requisition Charms, Fierce Fire, Basilisk Venom, these can destroy Horcruxes."

"Basilisk venom is okay too?" Harry was a little surprised.

Dumbledore nodded: "Or rather, all poisons that can be effective on souls can destroy Horcruxes, after all, its essence is only a piece of soul." ”

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

Venom like this is stored in the Sorting Hat quite a bit, and even the venom of the newly obtained Fried Snail may also have this effect.

"But how do you strip it off," Dumbledore hesitated on the subject, "I don't have a definite way yet. ”

"Pomona only allowed me to study for eight hours a week."

Hermione was stunned and nervously held her hand.

She was keenly aware of something.

Sprout immediately explained, "Of course I hope Albus can quickly think of a way to solve that problem on Harry's forehead." ”

"But after a long time, the way you look at that ring becomes wrong, and you want to eat it, and there are a few times when you almost put it on if I hadn't stopped you."

Harry looked at him with a blank expression.

Dumbledore sneered, "The curse is gone, and I'll be fine even if I wear it." ”

"If you have faith, please use that faith in the Horcrux that cracked my head, not in your head." Harry spoke, his tone genuine.

"Professor Sprout, I'm with you." Snape spoke, "I have a few spells that will refresh Albus. ”

"Let's say there's no shadow of the blade or something."

"If he can't contain his desires, I will make him sober up"

Harry interrupted, "Let Hagrid come, don't become Professor Sprout and stop you two." ”

Snape's face turned blue.

Isn't it a resurrection stone?

How could he not resist the temptation of the Resurrection Stone.

"Hagrid, him." McGonagall frowned, hesitant. Hagrid is usually very arrogant, and he is somewhat unreliable, so do you really want to leave this matter to him?

She wanted to come on her own.

But. Unlike Snape, she knew herself very well and knew that it would be difficult for her to resist the temptation of the Resurrection Stone. I won't be able to say what I'm going to say in a nutshell.

"Hagrid is reliable." Harry smiled and whispered, "He's very simple, and his mind isn't that complicated. ”

Dumbledore's eyes were complicated: "Oh, Harry, you can finally say something nice."

"Because I said nasty things, Hagrid would have really thought I was scolding him." Harry interrupted him, "Professor, you're different, you know I'm scolding you to show my love for you. ”

McGonagall held her mouth, trying to hold back a smile.

Dumbledore sighed helplessly.

"Moving on to business, how many Horcruxes have been found?" Harry waved his hand and snapped the topic back.

Dumbledore looked at Snape.

Snape shook his head: "Nothing else has been found, the Dark Lord has hidden everything very deeply, I'm trying to figure it out." ”

"The previous Death Eaters have not been able to contact a few, and hopefully this time Karkaroff will come back with some good news."

"Barty Crouch Jr. must know." Harry exhaled, "They're prepared with both hands. ”

"Tonight, the trap of the Top Three Cup is one, if it can be resurrected directly, it is the situation they are most willing to see."

"If you can't."

"Barty Crouch Jr. will look for Horcruxes and use them to resurrect Tom."

Snape nodded, "I'll get Karkaroff to speed up contact." ”

"Not really."

He waved his wand.

It was a gesture that used the Imperius Curse.

Dumbledore didn't see it at all, and clapped his hands at Harry and Hermione: "Okay, I can't solve it right away if I think about it so much, now go back and enjoy the night of celebration." ”

"The auditorium has been prepared for a long time, and we can't let the house-elves spend the day in vain."

I was a little late in cooking today, a full three hours! Damn it

But I don't have to cook for the next few days (fog, hot dishes are fine)

Strive to code words!!!

(End of chapter)