Kingsley looked up at the faintly glittering gap.

Then he looked at the arm that had fallen to the ground.

It's still a little hard to react.

Mystery Man.

The invincible Dark Lord.

A dark wizard as powerful as Dumbledore escaped like this? He also had an arm cut off.

"Mr. Potter?" Kingsley took a deep breath and hesitantly called out the name of the young man in front of him.

Harry unleashed the Vanishing Charm to finish off the last bloody corpse and looked back, "What's wrong?" ”

"The mystery man is resurrected?" He asked nervously.

Harry nodded, "You saw it with your own eyes." ”

"Then he ran away, and you cut off a hand." Kingsley took a deep breath and spoke in a strange tone.

Harry nodded again, "If you're sure your eyes can still work, you shouldn't have that question. ”

"No, I'm just" Kingsley pointed at him, his heart was turbulent, but the grammar in his mind was so empty that he couldn't spit out many valid words.

That's a mystery man.

How could he be like this.

"Of course, you're right." Harry put away the snake bone sword, "That's Voldemort after all, even if he has just been resurrected, it is obvious that he has not yet recovered to his most perfect level of magic, and the resurrected soul is still very young, not long after graduation, and he has to hook up with old women to achieve his goals." ”

"He is not at a high level or experience now, and the only thing that can be praised is that he may have a smart brain."

"But it seems that the fight just now"

Harry paused slightly, shook his head, and sighed, a little disappointed: "He's not as smart as Dumbledore praised, he feels very average. ”

Kingsley nodded. With a wave of his wand, he summoned his patronus, a strong, graceful lynx, and trotted out of the vault and ran outside.

Harry scrutinized the vault.

The Hufflepuff Golden Cup remained in place, and the blood inside and around it had dried up eerily, and the blood would not have curdled so quickly. The golden cup was dim, and Ron's fatigue from wanting to be played with by Crookshan, with only the last faint hint of magic struggling, allowing it to retain some of its original magical effects.

Galleons, precious stones, and utensils were scattered all over the place.

Most of them were melted by the fire, and half-drooped lava surged on the ground.

There were no traps or Death Eaters left.

Kingsley hesitated, "Mr. Potter, what you just said."

"Which ones?" Harry asked rhetorically.

Kingsley whispered: "It's a mysterious person who broke into the women's bathroom and seduced an old woman or something." ”

He didn't dare to say these things too loudly and too publicly.

Harry nodded, "Of course, these things have been confirmed by me and Mr. Dumbledore, and they are all facts. ”

"And Tom didn't refute it just now, did he?"

"He wanted to gag me, and that proved that I poked him in the sore spot."

Kingsley's face was complicated, and he raised his hand to rub his face.

It's an incredible thing.

"Looks like I should have Ms. Skeeter put this in the magazine." With a blank face, Harry slowly walked over to the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, "Since Tom wants to be a well-known villain, I should satisfy him." ”

"I don't think Rita has that courage." An old voice, slightly teasing, sounded, "Tom is not a generous man. ”

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry didn't look up, he heard the owner of the voice, and he also smelled the familiar smell on him, "You came with the speed and the same speed as Scotland Yard has, and the murderer is at large, so you rushed here." ”

"Sirius has worked hard." Dumbledore shook his head, "But it takes time for a motorcycle to fly. ”

"I thought you'd see it, I just didn't worry about Sirius coming." Harry sneered.

Dumbledore nodded, "Of course I know, but the entire vicinity of the Leaky Cauldron is also locked by the Lock, even if it is me, it is not easy for the Apparition to come over." ”

Harry's eyelids lifted and he looked at Dumbledore incredulously, "When we landed, there was no magic fluctuating near the bar. ”

Dumbledore innocently spread his hands: "But when I want to use the illusion, I really can't get there." ”

Harry didn't feel like he was having a problem with his senses.

I don't think Dumbledore can lie, he has always been serious when it comes to dealing with Voldemort.

But. Why?

Why is there such a change?

"Harry, we can look into this later, let's talk about it, what's going on here?" Dumbledore spoke softly.

Harry shook his head, threw his thoughts away, and replied, "It's nothing, Tom was resurrected and fought me, but he was a little weak, he didn't know how I fought, and I left an arm." ”

"I didn't kill him, I let him run."

Kingsley couldn't help but look at him.

"I didn't kill him", not "I can't kill him".

"Oh?" Dumbledore pushed his glasses.

"This Voldemort is easy to deal with, and I don't feel very good in terms of brain and strength." Harry shook his head and continued to think about it, "Try to find the other Horcruxes, say they're all destroyed, and you're getting rid of them." ”

"And"

"I didn't see Lucius Malfoy, I didn't see Barty Crouch Jr., and among Voldemort's servants, only Bellatrix was there."

Dumbledore sighed, "Do you suspect that Malfoy and Crouch are doing other things?" ”

Harry nodded, "Maybe they're trying several resurrection preparations, Hufflepuff's Gold Cup is one of them, and we don't know about the Ravenclaw Crown and the Slytherin Pendant." ”

"What a tough opponent." Dumbledore sighed and waved his wand, and Hufflepuff's golden cup flew up and hovered in front of him, "A treasure of more than a thousand years, and now it has become like this. ”

"Poor Hufflepuff."

Harry waved his wand, his robe morphed into a wooden box, and filled the golden cup, "Go back and show Mr. Gryffindor, maybe he can fix it." ”

"The most important thing for us now is to meet the new Minister of Magic, Mr. Sinix."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses: "I don't really think of Pierce, but he is undoubtedly a good Ravenclaw, and I think he will at least be better than Fudge." ”

"I hope so." Harry sighed emotionlessly.

They walked out of the damaged vault door, got into the elf's minecart, and made their way to the exit at high speed.

They just stopped.

"Potter, Shackle, oh, and Mr. Dumbledore, when did you get in?" A weak-sounding male voice rang out.

(End of chapter)