Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

"I—no—good—"

Fudge panting with rage said, looked around, as if hoping someone could tell him what to do Do it.

When he saw that no one was going to give him advice, he said, "Very good—Dawlish! Williamson! Go down, go to the Department of Mysteries to have a look, Dumbledore, you—you want to tell me What the hell-the magic brother fountain-is going on?"

He added to his complaining tone. He stared at the floor all around, and fragments of the statues of the wizard and Centaur were scattered on the ground.

"We can talk about this after I send Harry back to Hogwarts."

"Harry——Harry Potter?"

Fudge turned his head Staring at Harry, Harry was still standing next to the fallen statue, leaning against the wall, which had been protecting Harry while Dumbledore was fighting Voldemort.

"He—here?"

Fudge asked, staring at Harry, "Why—what is going on?"

" I'll explain everything," Dumbledore said, "When Harry returns to school."

He left the pool, walked to the head of the golden wizard, pointed at it with wand and said silently: "Portus "

The head glowed with blue light, shaking the floor, and the sound was very loud. After a few seconds, it was motionless again.

"I see, Dumbledore!"

Fudge said, Dumbledore picked up the head and walked back to Harry with it, "You are not authorized to use the portkey!" You can’t do it openly in front of the Ministry of Magic, you—you—"

Dumbledore looked at Fudge domineeringly from above his half-moon glasses, and he immediately became stuttered. NS.

"You have to send an order to make Dolores Umbridge leave Hogwarts."

Dumbledore said, "You have to tell your Auror to stop investigating my Care of Magical Creatures teacher and let him Back to work again.

I want to give it to you."

Dumbledore took a watch with twelve hands from his pocket and took a look at it.

"Tonight, I can spare half an hour. I think we can talk about all the key issues that happened here.

Then I have to go back to my school.

If you need more help from me, instead of coming to Hogwarts to find me, you can write to me and indicate that the headmaster will accept it."

Fudge's eyes have never been so wide. However, his mouth was open, and his round face flushed under his tousled ash-gray hair.

"I—you—"

Dumbledore turned around and ignored him.

"Hold this portkey, Harry."

He passed the head of the statue, Harry put his hand on it, no longer thinking about what to do next, or to Where to go.

"We should see you in half an hour."

Dumbledore lightly said, "One, two, three."

Harry had a familiar It felt like a hook yanked behind his belly button.

The shiny wooden floor disappeared from under his feet; the main hall, Fudge, and Dumbledore disappeared, and he was flying forward in a whirlwind of color and sound.

Harry's feet landed on a solid ground; the knees were slightly bent, and the golden wizard's head fell to the floor with a thump.

He looked around and found himself in Dumbledore's office.

In the days when the headmaster left, everything here seems to have repaired itself.

Those fine silverware stood on the slender-legged table again, quietly spraying smoke and spinning.

Portraits of old headmasters of men and women are taking a nap in the photo. Some of them drowsily leaned their heads on a chair with armrests, while others leaned on the frame of the portrait.

Harry looked out of the window, and a plain gray-green hung on the horizon: dawn was slowly coming.

The office is very quiet. Everything is motionless. Only the occasional snoring or sniffing of a sleeping portrait will break the silence here.

Harry can't stand such an environment. It would be great if everything around him could reflect his inner feelings, and if these portraits could scream in pain.

He walked around in this quiet and beautiful office, trying hard not to think about anything, but he had to think about it, there was no way to escape.

Sirius is dead, it's his fault, it's all his fault.

If he is not stupid enough to be deceived by Voldemort's tricks, if he is not firmly convinced that what he sees in his dream is real, if he even thinks about it for a moment, Hermione once said Yes, Voldemort may be using his enthusiasm to be a hero.

It's really unbearable, he doesn't want to think about it, he can't bear it all.

He has a terrifying hole in his heart. It is in this dark hole that Sirius once existed but disappeared. He doesn’t want to feel it, and he doesn’t want to think about it; he doesn’t If he wants to be alone in such a large and quiet space, he can't bear it-a portrait makes a loud snoring behind him, and then says in an indifferent tone: "Ah. Harry Potter?"

Phineas Nigellus stretched out with a long yawn, looking at Harry with those sly squinted eyes.

"Why did you come here early in the morning?"

Phineas said, "Except for the legal headmaster, no one else is allowed in this office.

Dumbledore sent you here? Oh, don't tell me..." He yawned, shaking again. "Is it another piece of news about my useless great-great-grandson?"

Phineas' acting is obviously quite good, of course, this is also because someone is watching him behind him.

Jon is looking at him in the invisible air.

To be precise, look at it all.

After all, he came a bit late, so I can only look at the finishing work now.

Dumbledore still did not show up, but it should be coming soon. Phineas knows their plan. Sirius may not be in good condition now. He should have been sent to his wife by now, according to Sirius. From the grandfather's attitude, the plan should be perfectly realized, and people should be fine.

It's just that Harry looked a bit more depressed than they expected.

But this is also normal.

After all, it is a child.

It is very different for a person who grows up without family affection to lose the feeling once they get the affection.

But Jon is not in the mood to take care of Harry's current mood. A person always has to go through these things, and the blow will make people grow up quickly in a difficult situation.

And even if it takes care of it, it's Dumbledore's business.

Calculating the time, Dumbledore should be back for a while.

Jon frowned, left quietly.

He intends to find Peeves, so that Dumbledore will be able to come to him if he finishes the matter here.