Douluo: Huo Yuhao of the clone style

Chapter 295: Second Transaction with Fudge

"Firebolt..."

Harry took the broom with a rather complicated attitude.

Normally, a broom with this name would be officially launched two years later.

And in the same year, it was bought by Sirius Black who escaped from prison and given to himself.

And now, even though it came out two years earlier, the broom named Firebolt is in his hands.

Harry had some bad associations in his mind.

This is a world with prophecies, and a world where prophecies will definitely be fulfilled.

In addition, the original author Rowling likes to bury some Easter eggs that are close to prophecies, such as Dumbledore's death.

Does this also mean that, compared to other worlds, the operation of this world is more subject to a certain destiny?
For example, the plot of the original novel?
If the plot had developed as in the original book, Voldemort would have escaped in the end and would have harassed her until her seventh year.

Harry would never want to see this kind of thing.

"Don't worry, Harry. Your father is very good at flying. I'm sure you have inherited his talent."

Blake thought Harley was worried about her own flying skills.

"If you're free tomorrow, we can go practice."

"Thank you, Godfather."

Harry put the Firebolt down and looked at Blake who was looking expectant.

"But I'm very sorry, maybe I haven't had a chance to practice flying my broomstick recently."

Harley's answer made Blake a little frustrated.

He suddenly realized that Harry was actually more like her mother, so it was understandable that she didn't like broomsticks that much.

But Snape next to him was delighted.

It's okay to hate broomsticks. Just learning a little about flying is enough. You can use it to study at other times.

How can flying, Quidditch and the like compare to potions?
But before Snape could be happy for long, he heard Harry's next words.

"Of course, as long as I finish my work, maybe we can find time to fly together later."

Harley said with a smile.

"That's a deal, Harry."

Black spoke quickly, as if afraid that Snape would cause trouble.

"That's a deal."

Harry nodded, and then she continued:

"It's getting late, so I'll go back first."

"I send you."

Blake packed up everything so that Harley could use the space to put things away.

Then the three of them returned to the castle together.

It was already past dinner time, so Black wanted to take Harry to the college kitchen for a meal, but was stopped by Snape.

He summoned one of the academy's house-elfs and had them prepare a dinner in his office.

While Harry was thinking about his plan, he finished his meal without tasting much.

……

At night, after most of the little wizards fell asleep.

Harry was woken up by the alarm clock.

"Hedwig."

She called to her owl, following the faint mental connection she had with her pet.

Just like in the original book, the owl given by Hagrid was also named Hedwig by Harry.

However, unlike the original novel, Hedwig developed a weak connection with him as soon as she became his pet.

This is probably the reason why pets in the wizarding world are not only very human-like, but also can never run away.

Harry headed to the Slytherin common room while waiting for Hedwig to arrive.

The most inconvenient thing about Slytherin is that they live underground, and it is difficult for owls to find a place.

Unlike Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

The two colleges living in the tower can simply open the windows to let owls fly in.

But although it took a little longer, Hedwig finally found the place.

"How did you grow up in such a short time?"

Harry opened the door to the common room and let the white owl in.

As Hedwig came in, she landed directly on Harry's shoulders, and the heavy weight told Harry that it had grown a little stronger.

"Goo?"

Hedwig looked at Harley with a puzzled look on her face.

"Forget it, it's not important."

Harry could only assume that Hagrid was continuing to train the owl as a side job.

But let it grow. If it really signs a fantasy contract in the future, maybe it will be able to transform.

This size issue is not a problem at all.

"I need your help delivering a letter."

A blank piece of parchment floated up beside Harry, and was instantly covered with words, and then sealed in an envelope.

"Goo."

Hedwig watched the scene with some confusion.

"The letter is to Fudge, Minister of Magic. The address is here. Can you find it?"

Harley asked, pointing at the handwriting on the envelope.

"Goo."

A positive reply came through the spiritual connection.

"Then leave it to you."

Harley handed the envelope to Hedwig and covered her with a spiritual body at the same time.

Although her current level is not enough to sustain it for a long time after separating from herself, it is no problem for her to hide in the castle for a while.

Hedwig flew away excitedly after receiving the letter.

She seemed very happy to be carrying out her first letter delivery mission.

Harley just hoped she wasn't so excited that she flew to the wrong place.

……

The next morning, Hermione sat next to Harry as usual.

There were just some bloodshot eyes, probably because she didn't sleep well last night.

"Harley, are you free today?"

She asked, pretending not to care.

"As much as I want to answer yes, I do have things to do."

Harry said helplessly.

"Ok."

Hermione poked at her breakfast with some regret.

"But if Miss Granger would be willing to smile, perhaps I could spare a moment."

Harley added.

"You're trying to tease me again."

Hermione looked wary.

"I'm serious. If you need me, I'll try my best to make time for you, my friend."

Harry looked more serious than Hermione had ever seen.

"I just wanted to thank you, but if you don't have time, let's talk about it later."

Hermione's voice became as childish as that of a kitten.

"I already received your thanks, ma'am."

As Harry replied, he noticed a familiar white figure among the flock of owls.

Hedwig landed in front of them and handed Harley a strange letter.

"Thank you for your hard work, please eat something."

Harley passed over a plate of bacon.

Hedwig let out a cry of excitement mixed with a hint of fatigue, then lowered her head and began to eat.

Harry opened the envelope and found it was indeed a reply from Fudge.

"Thank you for your invitation. I will arrive at Hogwarts at 9 am. I hope I am not being too presumptuous."

Although the reply was very long, it can be condensed into just one sentence.

All Harry could say was that she was truly a tactful British person.

"Is this letter what you need to do?"

Although Hermione tried her best to turn her head away to prevent herself from peeking at Harry's letter, she was still a little curious at the age of eleven.

"Yes, but I'm sorry I can't tell you for some reason."

Harley put the letter back into the envelope and held it up in front of her.

Then a little dragon emerged from her shoulder and burned the letter clean with a breath of air.

"Oh."

Hermione replied thoughtfully.

"Don't think about it, just focus on eating."

Harry tapped Hermione lightly, interrupting Miss Beaver's thoughts.

This made Miss Beaver look a little unhappy.

But the other party had helped Harry a lot, so Miss Beaver could only endure it.

……

At nine o'clock, Fudge arrived on time, and this time he only brought Kingsley.

From the looks of it, the Minister now seems to trust this Auror very much.

After asking the principal to give them some private space, Harley prepared to directly explain the purpose of looking for him today.

"Long story short, I can give you something that will further your reputation."

Without any pleasantries, she spoke directly.

This made Fudge stunned for a moment.

"So what's the price I have to pay?" Fudge asked, putting down the tea he hadn't had time to drink.

"Hogwarts needs a legal license to keep high-risk magical animals."

Harley made her request directly.

"It's not easy."

Fudge frowned slightly.

"Hogwarts is a school after all, and the presence of high-risk magical creatures will cause parents to have opinions."

And they will not target Dumbledore, but only themselves who approved the regulations.

This was something Fudge could never accept.

"I can reveal part of my price in advance."

That's all Harley said.

"I'd like to hear more about it."

Fudge sat up straight at once.

"There are two. The first is that there is something wrong with Hagrid's case fifty years ago."

That's right, Harry was going to help Hagrid solve his wand ban issue.

Fifty years ago, Voldemort opened the Chamber of Secrets, released the Basilisk to murder Myrtle, and framed Hagrid for the crime.

Hagrid, who kept a giant eight-eyed spider in the academy, had no way to defend himself, so he was expelled from school and his wand was broken.

(In fact, Hagrid is not innocent. After all, the Acromantula is one of those that is completely prohibited from being kept privately.)
Although the wand was later repaired by Dumbledore using the power of the Elder Wand, he was not allowed to use it openly.

Now Harley wants to lift this ban.

And this was done by selling this information to Fudge as a commodity.

"Hagrid's case fifty years ago..."

Fudge looked puzzled.

Kingsley leaned over to his ear and quickly explained it to the Minister.

Harry leaned back in his chair, holding his teacup, sipping his tea while waiting for the two to finish their whispers.

“How do we know if this is true or not?”

After understanding the background of the story, Fudge asked.

"Don't worry about this. As long as you agree to my conditions, I will naturally have evidence to prove it."

Harley put the cup down.

"But can we still find the real culprit for a case that happened fifty years ago?"

Fudge asked another question.

"I can find it. At least I can find it."

Harley replied affirmatively.

"But I'm afraid you don't have the courage to deal with him."

"Ms. Potter, you may have some misunderstandings about the power of the Ministry of Magic..."

Fudge was a little unhappy, but he tried to speak tactfully.

"What if the murderer is the Dark Lord?"

Harry asked without waiting for him to finish.

Fudge's breathing stopped abruptly, as if a duck was being grabbed by the throat.

Kingsley next to him also showed a surprised expression.

"This is impossible."

Fudge denied it immediately.

"How is it impossible? How many people do you think dare to kill someone in Hogwarts?"

Harley asked back.

"……makes sense."

Fudge acknowledged what Harry said.

"But even if it's the Dark Lord, we can deal with it now."

After all, he is dead.

"Then I wish you good luck."

Harley gave a look of sympathy.

"Wish us good luck? Why?"

Fudge asked in a somewhat panicked tone.

"You don't think he's dead, do you?"

Harley said in a threatening tone.

She wondered if she wanted to do something with the help of Voldemort's reputation.

Simply because, murdering Myrtle was when Voldemort was creating his first Horcrux.

If it was announced that the murderer was Voldemort, then he would certainly consider what Dumbledore had found out.

Maybe they will further consider the issue of transferring the Horcruxes.

So, Harry had to keep this matter confined to Hagrid alone.

Voldemort thought that they had only overturned Hagrid's case but failed to find out who the real murderer was.

This way, that pig-brained old Voldemort will continue to be obsessed with searching for the Philosopher's Stone in Hogwarts.

"Of course he's dead. You killed him, didn't you?"

As if to give himself courage, Fudge asked.

"I don't think so."

Harry crossed his legs in a cool manner, picked up the cup and took a sip.

"Anyway, you guys can write it. I won't be the one in trouble anyway."

She said nonchalantly.

Fudge's face turned slightly pale.

Even if there is a slight possibility, it would be a very terrifying thing to be found by that guy.

"Then we say that because it's so long ago and the evidence is scarce, the real culprit is hard to track down."

In fact, Fudge wanted to say that he gave up this information.

But he considered the prestige he could gain from correcting the Ministry's mistakes of fifty years ago...

Fudge decided to listen to Harry and not mention the Dark Lord.

Anyway, according to what Harry said, it should be okay if we don't mention that person, right?

"Wise choice."

Harley put the cup down and praised with a smile.

This made Fudge smile a little weakly.

"But if we can't find the murderer, the value of this information will drop significantly."

At this moment, Fudge's face revealed a kind of greed that showed he was determined to throw anything away.

"Yes, but the next one can totally make up for it."

Harley looked like she had a sure win.

"What is it, then?"

Fudge seemed to be in a state of impatience.

"As I recall, the Ministry of Magic is investigating Barty Crouch right now?"

Instead of explaining the news, Harley asked this question.

"Yes, he will face a considerable fine, which will be used as part of Sirius's compensation."

Fudge nodded, then continued in a low voice.

"In fact, if it weren't for the support of the old people in the Auror Office, he would probably have resigned by now."

"I see."

Harry didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain.

Then she looked up at Kingsley.

"So, Minister, is he trustworthy?"

"Of course, it was Kingsley who reported to me where the resistance to investigating Crouch was."

Fudge looked as if he trusted Kingsley completely.

"That's good."

Harley gave a slightly odd smile.

"Then I'll be frank. My information is enough to cut off their support, and maybe even make the Auror Office turn against him."

The moment these words came out, a bright smile appeared on Fudge's face.

His chance to get involved in the Auror Office, a semi-independent armed agency of the Ministry of Magic, had finally come.

"Oh, my friend, I agree to your request."

Fudge couldn't wait to speak.

"As long as your news can really cut off support for Crouch."

Of course, he would not cut off this support. Instead, he would promote these people's support for Crouch.

He wanted to dig these people out and make their support known.

Then use this news to take down everyone at once.

"very good."

Although Harry didn't like Fudge very much, she was still quite satisfied with his behavior.

"Barty Crouch's son, the Death Eater Barty Crouch Jr. is not dead yet."

The moment this explosive news came out of Harry's mouth, Fudge and Kingsley were shocked to death.

Little Barty was on the death record of Azkaban, and now I tell them that he is not dead.

It is big news indeed.

And Harley's revelations continue.

"Crouch personally replaced his son from prison with his wife, who is now hiding in his home."

Harry said nothing more.

She was giving the two people time to accept the news.

(End of this chapter)