"Hahu. Hahu"

Harry, who had been asleep, sat up from his bed abruptly, gasping for air, his wet pajamas soaked with sweat.

He woke up from a nightmare

He's been dreaming the same thing lately, and today is no exception. Rotten old mansions, resentful curses, pathetic begs for mercy, green glow, and large ears that closely resemble house-elves.

After groping around on the head of the bed with trembling arms for a while, he picked up his thick-rimmed glasses and put them on.

The world is becoming clearer.

glanced at the watch that Brother D gave him.

The time showed 4:45 a.m.

The moon hung high in the branches, the windows were silent, and the occasional owl could be heard flapping its wings through the windows.

Ron on the next bed was lying on the bed in a strange position, pouting and whispering something to himself, occasionally hearing a few popping sounds.

Neville on the other side was snoring not too loud or too small, smirking a few times from time to time, apparently in a sweet dream.

Harry rubbed his temples vigorously, trying to relieve the swelling pain in his brain, which was useful but not very effective.

The dream just now is very clear and vivid, as if I have experienced a surreal 5D movie, especially the voice. He won't forget. I heard it when I was in first grade.

The man

Harry clenched his fists unconsciously, then slowly released them.

Although he didn't know why he dreamed of that person. But Brother D had told him before that the wizard's dream was not that simple, and it could be both an omen and something that was happening right now.

In either case, it must be taken seriously

Fortunately, he learned Occlumency, and others can't find his trace through dreams, which is enough to deal with either case.

Harry looked out the window and at the time, but he didn't go to rest with him, his slumber was gone.

Harry wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep at night, there was also a man of great power.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?"

Fudge, the Minister of Magic, dressed in plaid pajamas, was dancing in his office and was furious.

He reprimanded several officials from the Ministry of Magic, all of whom were at least the director level in terms of their clothing.

"First Miss Bertha Jorkins of the Department of Magical Sports has disappeared, and according to the on-site investigation by the 'hitters', signs of dark magic have been discovered, which means that this involves dark wizards." Seeing that his colleagues didn't speak, Scrimgeur, as the director of the Auror Office, could only bite the bullet and speak.

Rufus Scrimgeur, the man who looked like a lion.

"So I sent a team of Aurors to investigate the matter."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a furious Fudge, only to hear him say in a strange manner: "Yes, you arranged, you arranged for an Auror team to investigate this matter, but in the past two weeks, no news has come back. And now you're telling me they're missing?! ”

In response to Fudge's questioning, Scrimgeour continued: "They must have encountered something dangerous and can't get out of it, Minister, we're already trying our best to find out."

"Enough! I don't want to hear explanations! That's a whole squad of Aurors! Not a small team of pigs! Now that there is not even a little news, do you want me to praise you?! ”

Fudge was about to go mad.

The nature of missing a wizard is completely different from the missing group of Aurors, the former can use other excuses to fool the past, and the latter. As the protector of the wizarding world, he is gone, and this effect is not half a star.

If you don't handle it well, his approval rating will drop!

"Mr. Rufus, I want to find the missing person, can you tell me how to solve this matter?"

Fudge stared at Scrimthair.

"I'll arrange for other Aurors."

"You want the Ministry of Magic to lose another Auror team?"

Fudge dismissed his suggestion without even thinking about it.

"But we can't just leave it alone!"

"That's your problem! You're the Auror Office! ”

Rufus Scrimgeur:

"I'll give you another week, and this must be resolved."

After saying that, he didn't care if the other party could do it or not, so he kicked him out of the office.

"The rest of you and I are going to Hogwarts, I need to meet Dumbledore."

Fudge's face was already extremely bad at this time.

"Are you sure you want to visit Professor Dumbledore now?"

A director of an unknown department asked, the current time is 5:50 in the morning, which normally belongs to the rest period.

"Is there anything you can't do?"

Fudge glared fiercely at the man who spoke, who was visibly stunned.

Only Dumbledore or Dudley could help him, and none of the others could be reliable.

"But."

The rest of the room looked at Fudge in his pajamas with a strange expression, and Fudge himself looked like he didn't know.

At this moment, there were three knocks on the door of the office, and after getting Fudge's approval, he pushed open the door and walked in, and the person who came was Percy with a set of clothes: "Minister Fudge, this is your clothes." ”

Percy respectfully handed the clothes to Fudge.

This act of giving pillows to dozing undoubtedly won Fudge's great favor.

He patted Percy on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement: "Well done, Percy, worthy of being my secretary." ”

He really likes himself as a secretary more and more, more and more handy, and more and more inseparable from him, no matter what happens, he can make a plan in advance.

After a while, Fudge appeared in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office with a group of officials from the Ministry of Magic, who had changed his clothes.

They were met by Dumbledore, dressed in half-crescent nightgowns.

The old home of the Gaunt family.

"It's that feeling again. Here it is again, and here it is! On the other side of the couch, the hoarse voice that Harry felt so familiar rang out, hoarse and high-pitched.

"Someone was just spying on us, Wormtail."

"Lord, Lord. Hosts, no, no, no. Possibly. ”

A stammering voice rang out, and the tone was terrifying.

The owner of this voice is none other than Peter Pettigrew, the wormtail who escaped from Azkaban.

"Why can't it?!"

The voice came from the other end of the couch again: "Whoever it is, I'm going to deal with them like I did with the Aurors, Wormtail, all you have to do is dispose of their corpses." ”

At this moment, the table and chair of the sofa slowly turned, and a fairy was sitting inside, and a voice that was completely incongruous with his appearance was coming out of his mouth.

"Yes, my great master."

Wormtail knelt down in front of the 'elf' and said with a respectful face.

"It won't be long before I come back."

'Fairy' said meaningfully.

"Contact that guy and I'll find out how the plan went."

(End of chapter)