I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 324 Skeleton King Fudge

To sum it up, Louis' mentality is boring, and I want to see blood flow.

Life is already very tiring, why don't you have some fun?

Snape twitched the corner of his mouth in disdain, grabbed Barty Crouch Jr., and then rolled off his left sleeve.

Fudge's pupils shrank, and he backed away in horror.

"See?" Snape said hoarsely, "See? The Dark Mark... Ha, I think you should also know what the Dark Mark is and what it stands for. It's not like an hour ago So obvious, it was even charred black at the time..."

"But you can still see. Every Death Eater has Voldemort's brand on him. It's a way for the Death Eaters to recognize each other, and it's Voldemort's signal to call them back to him. When he touches a Death Eater When the Mark of the Apostles is marked, we must immediately Apparate and appear beside him."

"Over the past year, this mark has become more and more obvious... Karkaroff's is the same. Why did you say Karkaroff ran away tonight? As a former Death Eater, he felt the mark burning, we all know He's back. Karkaroff fears Voldemort will retaliate against him. He's betrayed many of his fellow Death Eaters, and surely no one will welcome him back among them."

Snape's hawk-like eyes stared at Fudge coldly, as if he wanted to pluck a piece of flesh from him.But in fact, he lied. Karkaroff's Dark Mark had already been cleared by Louis, and Karkaroff went back early only because he was going to Europe to help Louis with his layout.

But in Snape's view, this is undoubtedly something that can be used. If the method is right, it may make Fudge accept this bitter fact.

But he obviously overestimated Fudge's integrity. Politicians look at things differently from ordinary people. They are more for the support rate and the seat under their butt, not for others.

Fudge stepped back from Snape again.He kept shaking his head, as if he didn't catch what Snape was saying.His eyes widened, obviously horrified by the ugly markings on Snape's arm, and he looked up at Dumbledore and whispered, "I don't know what you're playing with your men, Dumbledore, But I've heard enough... I don't want to say anything more, I'll be in touch with you tomorrow, Dumbledore, I hope you can calm down and we can have a good discussion about how this school should be run. I have to go back to the Ministry of Magic. "

Little did Fudge realize that it was himself who needed to calm down.Politicians have always felt good about themselves-but then again, even a shameless person can't be a politician.

As soon as he got to the door, he stopped again, as if remembering something, he quickly turned around, strode across the room, and stopped beside Harry's bed.

"The bonus you won," he said briefly, with a look of reluctance—it seemed that it was unacceptable for him to send this money to the liar and Parseltongue he believed. He took out a large bag of gold coins and threw them on Harry's bedside table, "One thousand Galleons, there should have been an awards ceremony, but under the current circumstances—"

He glanced at the people around him, put his bowler hat on his head, and looked at Snape again: "Then, Professor Snape, if you don't mind?"

Fudge said while looking at Barty Crouch Jr. in Snape's hand.

Snape didn't have any objections. Anyway, Barty Crouch Jr. was going to return to Azkaban—even to be judged. He clapped his hands, and two people walked in from outside the house, followed by The hooded Dementors, they carried Barty Crouch Jr. out of the room. At the door, Fudge turned his head, took a deep look at Dumbledore, and closed the door hard behind him.

There was a loud bang on the door, and he could hear that he was very unhappy.As soon as he left, Dumbledore turned to look at the group by Harry's bed.

"There is some work to do," Dumbledore looked at Aunt Molly with some regret, "Molly... If I'm not mistaken, I can count on you and Arthur, right?"

Although Dumbledore had expected what Fudge did and said just now, he still felt very regretful.

"Of course no problem." Aunt Molly replied, her face was pale and her lips were bloodless, but her expression was very firm: "We know what kind of person Fudge is. It is because Arthur likes Muggles that hinder His development in the Ministry of Magic over the years. Fudge believes that Arthur lacks the dignity that a wizard should have."

"Okay, I need to send a letter to Arthur," Dumbledore folded his hands on his lap, "We must notify all those who can understand the situation under our persuasion, Arthur Ser has access to people at the Ministry who aren't as short-sighted as Connelly."

"I'm going to find Dad," Bill said, getting up quickly, "I'm going now."

"Great," said Dumbledore, "tell him what happened the last two days. Say I'll be in touch with him directly shortly. But he'll have to tread carefully—if Fudge thinks I'm meddling in the Ministry of Magic." , that would cause a series of unnecessary reactions from him."

"No problem, leave it to me." Bill said broadly, he reached out and patted Harry's shoulder, kissed his mother's cheek, then put on his cloak, and strode out of the room.

"Minerva," said Dumbledore, turning to Professor McGonagall, "I would like to see Hagrid in my office. And—Madame Maxime—if she will come too."

Professor McGonagall nodded and left without saying a word.

"And you two." Dumbledore turned his attention to Sirius and Snape: "I hope that in the next time, the two of you can put aside the past, work together, and conspire to fight Voldemort and defend Hogwarts." I know it's not hard, I trust Sirius, and I trust you as much, Severus, I trust both of you, and what you need most now is mutual trust!"

Everyone thinks Dumbledore seems to be really crazy-Sirius and Snape's relationship is like a lice on the head of a bald man-it is obvious that it is as difficult to get the two of them to work together as to get the sun from the west. come out.

Sirius and Snape looked at each other, staring at each other fiercely, with obvious disgust on their faces.

"In the short term," said Dumbledore, with a hint of impatience in his tone, "as long as you are not openly hostile to each other, I will be satisfied. You may as well shake hands... Now that you are on the same side, time is short, and we The few who know the truth must stand together, or there is no hope for us all."

Louis felt that Dumbledore was like the preschool teacher in the kindergarten in his previous life, who made two quarreling children shake hands to make peace-these two people now have such a sense of déjà vu.

Sirius and Snape came forward very slowly and shook hands, but they were still glaring at each other, as if wishing each other bad luck - and of course, they let go of their hands quickly.

"It's more or less like this." Dumbledore said, "I hope that the two of you can unite with each other and act as one externally, instead of wasting unnecessary energy on internal fighting. Hogwarts should still value peace, don't Fighting in the nest..."

"I have no objection." Sirius stared at Snape with disgust on his face.

Snape snorted, and the lips under the hooked nose curled up in a disdainful arc: "I have no objection..."

The sound is greasy, as always.

Louis really couldn't bear to look directly at him, what should I say?Two men in one drama... no, two old men in one drama?vomit……

"Now you both have missions, Fudge's attitude, although we expected it, has changed the whole situation." Dumbledore stood in front of them, put his old hand on Sirius' shoulder, and said earnestly Said: "Sirius, I need you to go immediately, you go to inform Remus Lupine, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher - and you, temporarily hiding in Lupine, I I'll get in touch with you there."

Sirius nodded seriously. As a dog boy, he has always been more obedient, especially what the principal said.

"Severus," Dumbledore said, turning to Snape, "you know what I'm going to tell you...if you're okay...if you're ready."

The Riddler is the most annoying thing, Louis complained in his heart, why are these two people talking encrypted here, is there something shameful?

"No problem," Snape said.His face was paler than usual, and his cold black eyes shone with a strange light like<)))><<.

"Then, good luck to you." Dumbledore said with a complicated expression, with a trace of worry on his face, watching Snape follow Sirius away without saying a word.

A few more minutes passed before Dumbledore spoke.

"I must go downstairs," he said at last. "I must see Mr. and Mrs. Diggory. Harry has drunk the rest of the potion. I will come and see you all later."

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore left the room without looking back, and took a piece of cloud with him without looking back. Harry fell powerlessly on the pillow with a groan in his throat.

Even if he lay down all night, it was hard to hide the exhaustion, especially just now when Fudge pointed Jiangshan and scolded Fang Qiu, it seemed that he was about to quarrel with Dumbledore, Harry really felt that his heart was very tired .

Fortunately, the warriors had already been discharged from the hospital, and only Harry and the seriously injured Marilyn were left lying in this room. Otherwise, Fudge's ugliness would have been a big one today.

Just when she was about to speak, Catherine pushed the door open and entered.

"Little Moon," Louis said lazily lying on the other bed, "I really hope you can come earlier, then you will have a good show..."

"What a good show?" Catherine asked with raised eyebrows.

"It's about Fudge." Louis changed a comfortable position and yawned, "Dumbledore and Fudge had a very heated argument just now, and it seems that sooner or later the two of them will split... I think We should have made plans earlier, Fudge is just a dead bone in the tomb, and he will be killed by Voldemort sooner or later."

Hey guys, are you Skeletor too?

I just don't know if there will be a critical strike from the ghost fire, and there will be a rebirth of the ghost... Oh no, this is the brother of the ghost.

"I know this, little deer." Catherine came over and sat by Louis' waist, touched his head with her slender hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "Mom has quit her job at the Ministry of Magic. Too stubborn, not worthy of a job in the Ministry of Magic, she accepted Professor Dumbledore's invitation, what did she return to..."

Having said that, Catherine put her fingers against her red lips and thought for a while, but she still couldn't remember the name of that organization.

"It's the Order of the Phoenix." Aunt Molly's eyes were gentle, and she helped Catherine name the mysterious organization: "This is the organization that Professor Dumbledore formed to fight against Voldemort. Speaking of which, Principal Dumbledore is a great He has no family views or blood, whether it is Muggles, Squibs, bartenders, or thieves, they can all be united by him to fight against Voldemort's evil rule..."

"Perhaps this is one of the reasons why he was able to defeat Voldemort." Hermione nodded in agreement, her eyes showing reverence: "After I graduate, I must also join the Order of the Phoenix and become a non-discriminatory like Dumbledore." and the great wizard of prejudice . . . "

"Then you're overthinking, Hermione." Although Harry was a little sleepy, his mind was still clear - thanks to Lirastrasza who had just used the breath of the red dragon to recuperate his body.He grinned and said with a smile: "It's useless to look at his personality. Noble personality can't defeat Voldemort. The reason why Dumbledore can defeat Voldemort is simply because his magical attainments are much higher than Voldemort's."

Hermione didn't speak, and she knew that Harry was right, she just gave Harry a look, and immediately changed the subject: "I think you have to drink the rest of the potion, Harry." She reached for the medicine bottle and Gao He poured a full glass for Harry: "Come on, Harry, be obedient and get a good night's sleep. Rest is the most important thing for you now..."

No matter how you look at it, there is a sense of sight of "Dalang, it's time to drink medicine".

"I suspect you took poison, Hermione," Harry said honestly, "After all, what I said just now offended you, did you add anything to it?"

"It's Veritaserum, I added Veritaserum." Hermione said very seriously, put the goblet on the table, and gave Harry a blank look: "Whether you like to drink or not, anyway, your body is your own." Yes, don't look for me when you don't have enough rest and feel uncomfortable!"

"Okay, I'll drink it." Harry shrugged, took the goblet and gulped down the potion inside.

A second before he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear Hermione and Ron's giggling.

(End of this chapter)