A power beyond Great Britain?

The Order of the Phoenix had a serious expression.

Voldemort is a more terrible dark wizard than Grindelwald, this statement has always been widely spread in the British wizarding world, but it is only limited to the British wizarding world, Voldemort no matter how the dark lord, when he was active, that pair of feet never stepped out of the British Peninsula.

Neighboring countries, I have heard of it.

But.

Because of this, they don't really agree with the statement that "Voldemort is a more terrible dark wizard after Grindelwald". They prefer that Dumbledore is old, not as advanced in magic as before, and not as strong as before, so he can't get rid of Voldemort as quickly as he did with Grindelwald, and finally has to rely on a small baby.

The greatest white wizard is really old.

They all have that idea.

They treat the elderly with more respect and contempt.

"Grindelwald?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore nodded, "Severus told me that Voldemort wants to invite him to join forces against you in exchange for killing me, or in return, Harry." ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh.

Most of the people at the table were inevitably a little panicked, and Scrimgeour frowned into a large ball and hung on the front door; Rita's face was pale, and her body was trembling; Arthur and Molly clasped their hands together as they breathed deeply.

"It seems that he really has no heart at all." Harry shook his head, "Such a ridiculous thing can be done. ”

The uninformed in the room looked in amazement.

Absurd?

This is obviously a very possible thing, how can you get such an evaluation?

"Of course, Harry, you know those things, and of course you think it's ridiculous." Dumbledore shook his head, "But Tom doesn't know. ”

"You look at Arthur, look at Molly, look at them"

"They think the same thing as Tom."

He paused, and said in an inexplicably serious tone: "The dark wizards of the previous generation whose idea was that wizards were above ordinary people, but were defeated by Dumbledore, should hate Dumbledore very much. ”

"Although that's probably the case."

"But Gai." He was a little stuck, cleared his throat, adjusted his mood and voice, "But Grindelwald won't kill me, he prefers that I can be like him, imprisoned in a cage for the rest of my life." ”

Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief: "So, Grindelwald won't join forces with the Mysterio?" ”

Dumbledore shook his head, "Who knows?" ”

"That's Grindelwald, and no one can guess what he's thinking, what he's going to think."

This sentence made the atmosphere that had just relaxed suddenly tense again.

"Don't worry, Grindelwald won't join forces with Voldemort." Harry shook his head, "I haven't had much contact with Grindelwald, but I don't think he likes Voldemort's like that. It's no different from the group of people who roam Hogsmeade and pick out the little wizards to grab their pocket money. ”

Others had strange expressions.

Robbing the little wizards of pocket money?

This.

They couldn't tell if Harry was scolding them for being only a little wizard, or if he was scolding Voldemort for not having any weapons at all.

Dumbledore tapped the table, and the remaining honey on the plate flew up and fell into the cup, he picked it up and took a sip: "Voldemort is not a problem, werewolves, goblins, and giants are tricky now." ”

"Werewolves can fix it." Harry looked at Dumbledore.

"Giant, I'll let Ruber take a walk." Dumbledore pondered, "Our dear Professor Hagrid has always been very good at dealing with those creatures. ”

Harry continued, "The elves will ask Mundungus. ”

He looked over.

The thief-eyed man was trying to shove the plate into his arms, but Kreacher seemed to have been on guard and had cast a spell on the plate, and when he was unprepared, the plate suddenly came to life, bit him hard, grew a pair of stickman-like feet, and ran to the center of the table.

Mundungus and Sirius looked at each other and sneered, "Of course, I'll try to do it." ”

Sirius sneered, snapped his fingers, and the plate in the center of the table vanished.

It's something from home.

Lupin took a deep breath: "I can go and try to convince the werewolves. ”

"It's not the time yet." Harry shook his head.

Lupin was tough: "At least do some foreshadowing. ”

"I can be with Remus." Tonks immediately raised his hand.

Scrimgeour all cast mocking glances at her.

Tonks' hair instantly turned pink, and he stiffened his mouth and said, "I'm just doing my duty as an Auror!" ”

"Ahem." Scrimgeour coughed twice, and was about to say a few words in his capacity as the head of the Auror Office.

Tonks' eyes were sharp, and he immediately looked over.

She added, "Kingsley wants to protect the Muggle Prime Minister." ”

"Mr. Scrimgeour is the director."

"The other Aurors aren't members of the Order of the Phoenix, and I don't think I'm the only one who can do that."

Dumbledore glanced at Harry.

Harry nodded.

Lupin resisted a little - it was too dangerous to come into contact with a werewolf, and he was a werewolf himself, so it didn't matter if he was beaten, but if Tonks followed.

Dumbledore didn't look at Lupin at all, he smiled and continued, "Very well, Tonks, as an Auror, you should have this kind of awareness. ”

"Then I'll leave this matter to you and Remus."

Tonks cocked his head and snorted triumphantly.

Dumbledore looked at Scrimthier again, "Rufus, I've never been talking about the Ministry, it's up to you to take care of everything, if there's anything you need help with, just ask Harry." ”

Scrimgeour nodded.

Dumbledore looked at Rita before he could speak.

The ladybug covered its head and lay listlessly on the table, "I know, Mr. Dumbledore, you don't have to stress, I'll go look for what you said." ”

"And two other unknown, things that the mysterious man asked his servants to keep?"

"Don't worry, I'll do my best to find them."

Her attitude was resolute, but the words that came out of her mouth were weak, and it was as if she had been sprayed with two catties of insecticide.

The Council of the Order of the Phoenix did not end until very late.

For dinner, for the first time, they enjoyed Kreacher's cooking.

This crazy-looking, old house-elf, after all, has served the Black family all his life, and he is a very good elf, and his skills are much better than those at Hogwarts, and everyone is full of praise. Kreacher fully implements the noblest qualities of a good house-elf, providing the best service without any presence in front of his owner.

Even.

To the surprise of many people, they obviously didn't tell Kreacher about their preferences and taboos, but Kreacher made food that was extremely satisfying and in line with their preferences.

Is this a real house-elf?

Molly was very excited.

I even wanted to take Arthur to the Ministry of Magic immediately and choose a qualified house-elf to buy home.

But when Arthur told her a price, Molly immediately extinguished her impulse and threw the idea on the cold ice fields of Siberia.

House-elves, of course, don't need to be paid.

But the Ministry of Magic asked for money.

A house-elf with a decent appearance and personality costs hundreds of Galleons, even if it is a defective product like Kreacher's before, it is dozens of Galleons larger, which is not something that the Weasleys should consider.

"Kreacher isn't really good." Mo Li muttered, "It usually chatters, although the housework is beautiful, but I have taken care of the old Black Mansion before, it only needs to do the last step." ”

"And I'm not familiar with Black's old house, and I don't dare to touch many things."

"I'm better than it is in our house."

"And the cooking skills are also very average, and the cream soup is even without pepper! It's not as good as I do, and you have to add a little pepper to any soup, which is the secret to deliciousness. ”

Arthur nodded in agreement.

The Death Eaters were not well collected.

Although the Department of Magical Law Enforcement basically did not obey the minister's orders, it had just launched a surprise search of a pure-blood, and it was immediately stopped, and Sinkenes personally led the magical law enforcement team to stop Scrimgeur, and the two groups even fought outside the pure-blood door, and several people were injured and sent to St. Mungo.

This incident became the headline of "Singing Contrarian".

It is strong evidence to question whether "Minister Hinkenness" still has control over the Ministry of Magic.

In recent years, the Ministry of Magic has seemed to have had a hard time calming down.

Cornelius Fudge stepped down in a disgraceful manner, and Sinkenness tended to do the same, and the competition within the Ministry of Magic became more fierce and obvious.

This gave Rita Skeeter a great opportunity to sneak into the manors of pure-blood families almost unhindered when all eyes were on the Ministry of Magic, gathering information without any burden, and in just one month, she used up three rolls of film and went to Hogwarts to find Dumbledore and Harry with the washed photos.

In the principal's office.

Rita stood uneasily, even though Dumbledore motioned for her to sit down several times, but she didn't dare, standing would make her feel more at ease.

"During this time, you seem to have had fun again?" Harry flipped through the photos one by one and looked up at Rita in a calm tone.

Most of these photos don't do anything for them.

Lace news of various families.

For example, letters from dates with mistresses and mistresses, secretly taken photos during trysts, and something even more out of the ordinary - there is a patriarch of a pure-blood family who secretly takes the greatest pleasure in playing "a loyal bull terrier".

Maybe Voldemort would have liked it.

After all, they all have something in common - that is, extraordinary perversion.

But Harry wasn't interested.

Dumbledore was a little bit, but nowhere near as interested as Godric and the Sorting Hat.

As for what they were most concerned about, there was no clue as to the reports about Horcruxes, or whether Tom had the pure-blood families keep anything for him.

(End of chapter)