days at Hogwarts

Chapter 758 Push to Dumbledore
The sunrise at the seaside is also beautiful, but that is on the other side of the coast.

While the early morning glow was still lingering, Loren and Hermione arrived at the train station in Key West. They stepped onto the slightly noisy train, found their seats in the carriage, opened the windows, and like ordinary people without magic powers, they walked slowly along the rails and the autumn breeze back to New York.

"Hermione, when did you buy your ticket?"

"I asked Nancy to help me buy it before I came here."

"Watch the sunrise and sunset, and take the train back..."

Loren shook his head and rubbed his shoulder against Hermione's, soft and warm, with the love in his heart almost overflowing: "Miss Granger is so romantic."

Hermione sat by the window, quietly admiring the scenery outside, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

We arrived in New York in the evening.

If you're late you'll miss dinner.

After all, taking the train is just for fun. If you really want to travel faster, you have to rely on magic. As soon as the two of them stepped off the platform, they found a corner, Apparated away, and returned to the hotel they had chosen that night.

When they checked in, they found the same room number. They didn't stay for long and took the meal coupons to fill their stomachs first.

Walking into the hotel restaurant, Loren paused.

Wow, the restaurant is full of familiar faces.

Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, members of the Order of the Phoenix, and the American Aurors who were in charge of security that night. Most of the wizards had not left yet and were talking to the staff of the Magical Congress of the United States of America at the dining table. They were all talking about Voldemort and the Death Eaters, as well as the details of the battle that night.

It seems that these wizards have taken over this hotel.

A wizarding war only lasted a few hours, but the subsequent recording work took several days.

Alas, the wizarding government is full of complicated procedures and rigid systems...

In short, take the jujube pill.

The only one who had not spoken to or reported to the staff of the Magical Congress of the United States was Harry. He seemed to be being cared for as a victim and a patient. At the nearest table, there were two young wizards observing his diet. They had a healer's badge embroidered on their chests, and they were probably from the local hospital for magical diseases and injuries.

Speaking of which, Harry is indeed worthy of research. He is the only case in history of someone surviving the Killing Curse, and the one who cast the curse was the most powerful dark wizard in the past few hundred years, and it happened twice.

When he saw the two of them, Harry choked up immediately and quickly pulled his two friends aside to complain.

Other Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix provided duel reports and clues about Death Eater criminals, and sentenced them based on their resistance and past crimes. He was the only one excluded from the combat personnel. His most important job every day was to deal with various physical examinations, recall his feelings after being hit by the Killing Curse, and recreate the scenes of the hazy illusion.

It is even more torturous than the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse combined.

His strongest wish now was to get rid of these annoying guys and go out and play.

Staring at the two of them, Harry took a big bite of the pie. Finally, he didn't have to face those interrogations alone, but his eyes were filled with envy, jealousy and resentment:
"You two are really too much. In such an emergency, you actually left me and ran away to fall in love. You went to Hawaii and Florida..."

He paused for a moment, his resentment thick enough to almost condense into substance: "You two have been neighbors since the summer vacation of freshman year, and you can travel everywhere every year, but I can only stay at the Dursleys' every year. After so many years, can't you let me have a good summer vacation?"

Loren couldn't help but laugh.

After this man came back from the hazy illusion, he seemed to be completely relaxed, getting rid of the soul fragments in his scars, getting rid of his nemesis Voldemort, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden from the bottom of his heart, unloaded the inexplicable mission he had been carrying for a long time, and freed from that bleak night more than ten years ago... There was always an indescribable loneliness in the past, but now it seems to be completely gone.

It seems like there is a trend towards Ron and Seamus.

Loren hesitated for a moment, then said seriously, "We have considered that this is the last summer vacation. Next year will be the seventh grade, and there will be no more summer vacations. No matter how long the summer is when we graduate, it will not be considered a summer vacation. Then we will have to consider work, family, marriage and other adult wizarding matters, and we will not be able to play carefree like we do now. So Hermione and I discussed it and decided to go out and have a good day."

Hermione pursed her lips and glanced at the man.

"Last summer vacation!"

Harry opened his eyes wide, a sense of urgency rising in his heart.

He immediately turned his head to look at Tonks at the next table: "Is this true? Didn't you have a good time during the summer after graduation? No homework, no school, wasn't it a very happy two months?"

Tonks nodded and replied, "Loren is right. This summer is the most enjoyable one. There will be a lot to do next summer. We are anxiously waiting for the results before receiving them. After receiving the results, we want to go out and relax with our classmates, but they all have various plans. Some have to continue to take the Apparition qualification certificate, some have to intern at Gringotts of the Ministry of Magic, and some have part-time jobs to save money for traveling around the world. We can't even find a companion to go to Diagon Alley to play."

"This this……"

Tonks continued, "Oh, I remember you wanted to be an Auror after graduation, right? That would be even more impossible to have fun. After passing the exam, you would enter the Ministry of Magic and become an Auror candidate. You would have to undergo a long period of special training, training, exams, and practical inspections... It would be even busier and more tiring than the seventh grade."

"what?"

Harry's voice rose in pitch, his expression filled with shock and an urgent urgency.

The wizards who had finished their dinner did not return to their rooms, and the employees who had to work overtime at night did not return to the Woolworth Building. The wizards in the restaurant could not help but slow down their movements and listen to their conversation quietly. Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix such as Mad-Eye Moody and Kingsley also pricked up their ears, listened to them quietly, and secretly looked at Harry.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You didn't even ask."

Loren spread his hands, his tone innocent.

Tonks twirled her hair with her fingers and glanced from Harry to him and Hermione with an amused expression.

Harry stood up suddenly. "No! I can't stay here any longer. I have to ask Minister Scrimgeour for leave."

……

An hour later, in the reception room on the top floor of the hotel.

Loren and Hermione sat side by side on the sofa, flipping through the latest issues of The New York Ghost, the thin papers rustling.

Nancy and Pickley were sitting next to them, their eyes blank, and no one knew what they were thinking. Pickley suddenly sat up straight, causing the soft sofa to shake slightly.

"Do you think Harry can really take a leave? Now that Voldemort has been completely eliminated and the Death Eaters have been basically captured and detained, it shouldn't be a problem to let Harry relax for a while." Nancy was about to nod in agreement, but saw the young witch who had not yet graduated shook her head.

"No." Hermione explained in a low voice, "Harry is now the focus of the entire British wizarding world. When the Daily Prophet publishes the news of Voldemort's downfall, everyone will remember this savior. Even if there is no threat from Voldemort and the Death Eaters, Minister Scrimgeour will not let him run around in this unfamiliar area. If something happens, it will be hard to explain."

“Excellent analysis!”

A rough and crisp voice came from the door.

Two middle-aged wizards walked into the room. The one who spoke was the one in front. He was dressed in a suit, but his tie and cuffs were crooked. The first impression he gave was that he was unruly and uninhibited.

Lagging behind was Minister Scrimgeour, who was not very agile on his feet.

"Mr. Kohaug."

Pickley and Nancy stood up to greet.

"I've told you many times. Just call me Samuel." The wizard smiled and patted the two on the shoulders. He sat down next to them and turned to look at Hermione. "You must be Miss Granger. I've heard Nancy and Pickley mention you. You have excellent grades and are very knowledgeable. I thought you were a nerd, but I was wrong. You are a wise witch."

"Hello..." Hermione hesitated slightly.

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Colehaug smiled and said, "Rufus clearly wanted to reject Harry, but he didn't tell him directly. He went around in circles and finally passed the buck to Dumbledore, saying that Harry was just a student now and should ask for leave from the headmaster instead of the Minister of Magic."

Scrimgeour limped over and sat down next to him, giving him a cold look, but it was of no use.

"In that case, Mr. Scrimgeour will probably be disappointed. Dumbledore will surely agree to Harry's request." Loren chuckled, finishing off the opponent accurately.

Scrimgeour was stunned for a moment, remembering Dumbledore's style of doing things, and frowned slightly, which became tighter and tighter, and he looked a little restless.

"This must be Mr. Morgan. I am Samuel G. Kohaug, the person in charge of this operation of the Magical Congress of the United States of America. You can just call me Samuel."

Kohaug obviously knew that Loren was the wizard who defeated Voldemort that night, but he didn't mention it too much. He just mentioned it lightly and quickly talked about other topics: "Things have progressed very quickly in the two days since you left. We have blocked the news. The Ghost News has not published any related news. Nancy, please give our friends a brief introduction to the current situation."

"Okay, sir."

Nancy paused, sorting out the information while slowing down her speech: "After Voldemort's complete death, people who were cast under the Imperius Curse across the country gradually returned to normal, the Death Eaters were basically arrested, and some officials surrendered themselves and took the initiative to admit that they had connections with the Death Eaters. The Magical Congress of the United States is conducting a comprehensive investigation of the relevant personnel..."

Loren sat nearby and listened quietly.

These were all expected developments. Voldemort was the foundation of the Death Eaters. When the foundation completely collapsed, the castles in the air above would naturally collapse.

Scrimgeour gradually recovered from his shock. He cleared his throat and added, "We have also found a spy within the Ministry and arrested Mrs. Edgecombe of the Ministry of Magical Transportation yesterday morning. The position of director has been taken over by Tycross. The sentencing trial of the Death Eaters will begin before September. In order to prevent the influence of local pure-blood families, we plan to hold the trial in the Woolworth Building. In the future, the extradition response should be handed over to the Ministry of Magic for detention and disposal."

Hearing these political topics, Hermione's eyes flickered, like an excellent student who was concentrating on studying in class.

Scrimgeour paused for a moment, glanced at Loren beside him, and continued, "Two of the Death Eaters have special circumstances. Lucius Malfoy has been released on bail by Dumbledore, just like Professor Snape once was. All we need to do next is submit relevant evidence to explain the situation."

"Who is the other one?" Hermione asked.

"It's Bellatrix Lestrange." Scrimgeour mentioned the name with a complicated expression, "She is pregnant."

"Pregnant!?"

Hermione cried out in surprise.

Loren was stunned for a moment, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and then he showed a thoughtful expression.

“The child is being conceived and protected by powerful magic. We cannot confirm whose bloodline it is…” Scrimgeour’s voice was cold, revealing a hint of iron-bloodedness. “But we cannot rule out the possibility that it is Voldemort’s bloodline.”

According to the relevant regulations of the International Confederation of Wizards, in order to promote the reproduction of the wizarding community, no matter how vicious and cruel the dark wizards are, their crimes will not implicate their own children. As the maintainer of the wizarding social order, the wizarding government will certainly not apply the barbaric and backward collective responsibility laws.

But Voldemort is an exception.

Upon hearing the news that Voldemort was pregnant, any wizard who knew Voldemort would not think that it was his child. They would only think that it was some kind of dark magic creation, some kind of ritual that Voldemort used to prolong his life, or some other bloody and cruel curse.

Hermione looked a little confused, and asked softly, "How is the Ministry of Magic going to deal with Bellatrix... and the baby in her belly?"

"The British Ministry of Magic is an official member of the International Confederation of Wizards. We will not violate relevant laws without reason, but we will not allow Voldemort to realize his conspiracy." Scrimgeour said coldly, "They will receive the best care at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. There will be professional therapists to check on them regularly. We will start the trial of Bellatrix only after the baby is born."

Nancy couldn't help but ask, "What about the child?"

"If the child is fine, treat him like a normal wizard orphan and hand him over to relatives for upbringing or give him to an orphanage."

"..."

The living room gradually became quiet.

The two government officials remained silent, as did the other young wizards.

Loren searched through the distant memories in his mind. Those were the stories after the series of adventures ended, and they seemed to be about a cursed child.

Too bad there isn't much useful information.

"Okay! Now that we've finished talking about the serious stuff, let's talk about something lighter."

Kou Haoge suddenly clapped his hands, attracting the attention of several people. Facing their gazes, he pointed to the newspaper on the table and said, "Next, we will make public the news about this war and celebrate the victory."

He said to Loren, "Rufus and I have discussed this. Your opinion will prevail. If you are willing to disclose your identity, we will publicize your achievements to wizards all over the world and strive for corresponding honors, including the First Class Order of Merlin in Britain, America, Albania, Germany, Austria and other countries, honorary directors of many magic schools, nominations for personal seats in the International Confederation of Wizards, nominations for the Wizengamot..."

"Emm... it just sounds like a headache."

"Then proceed to the second plan..."

(End of this chapter)