a certain scientific harry potter

He was born in the Shaker family of the 28 pure-blooded saints. He is a rare representative of wizards of the Mesozoic era who can be rated as 'perfect' by Dumbledore.

Kingsley Shacklebolt is calm, capable and sociable, and he can become friends with almost anyone in the wizarding world; even in the face of those muggles that even Dumbledore himself finds it difficult to deal with, he can get along well with them He even relied on his ability to handle affairs to become the most important secretary of the Muggle Prime Minister.

And although he has been keeping a low profile, his spell power is very strong, almost able to catch up with the retired Mad-Eye.From Dumbledore's point of view, among the wizards of the Mesozoic Era, Sirius and Snape were probably the only ones who could slightly surpass him... even Snape might be a little bit worse.

Finally, unlike the rest of the Order of the Phoenix, Kingsley Shacklebolt is the kind of smart guy who actually has a brain.

In order to defeat Voldemort, Dumbledore formed the Order of the Phoenix. Unfortunately, although he recruited all kinds of people from all walks of life, he never met a few smart people who were alive.

So that sometimes, Lao Deng obviously didn't want to act arbitrarily and wanted to find someone to discuss with, but he didn't know who to turn to.

Are they looking for Hagrid, who doesn't know a lot of words, or are they looking for his brash brother Aberforth?

Or Dedalus Diggle, who recklessly summoned a meteor shower in Kent to celebrate when Voldemort was defeated by Harry?

As for the rest, werewolves, squibs, and thieves, Dumbledore was even less likely to give them all his trust and respect.

Fortunately, after Voldemort was defeated, he met Kingsley, and immediately fell in love with this wizard who was perfect in all aspects.

So obviously, after Trelawney, Lao Deng once again believed in Kingsley's evil, and told the other party all the "very important" prophecy, and it was indeed Ray's Kingsley and the people behind him. People are dumbfounded.

Pettigrew Peter is going to resurrect Voldemort or something...this is all messed up~

However, Kingsley still had to pretend.

"I didn't expect Pettigrew to be related to the Dark Lord's prophecy. It seems that we really need to take strict precautions." Kingsley suggested with a serious face, "Well, Albus, I can lead you to the interrogation first." room, but you can't meet Fudge for the time being, you can rest in another room."

"After that, I will try to convince Fudge that because we really can't get the information in Pettigrew's mind, we must ask you to help. In this way, you can help us logically, and you don't have to put such an important How do you feel about the prophecy being announced in front of everyone?"

"Very well, let's do this." Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction.

The purpose of his visit this time is to contact Pettigrew. It is also crucial to ensure that the other party escapes before midnight. Therefore, as long as he can spy on Pettigrew, Old Deng doesn't mind waiting.

"Great, then come with me." Kingsley was overjoyed when he saw this, and hurriedly led Dumbledore to the elevator down to the tenth floor.

Huh... finally dragged him down.

The kid who was supposed to come didn't come, which meant that there must be a flaw in his plan, but Kingsley must not let Dumbledore see the flaw, let alone let him mess up the situation.

So he had to hold Dumbledore off first...at least until after sunset.

And not long after they entered the elevator, the receptionist just now was replaced by another person.

If anyone knew the inside story, they would have discovered that this substitute was one of the Aurors who had tiredly interrogated Pettigrew.

Compared with the previous receptionist, his attitude is much colder and duller...

Chapter 470 The Lemay's Elf Is Very Special

At this time, on the other side, in Diagon Alley not far from the British Ministry of Magic, Harry and the house-elf Eliezer descended at the same time with a burst of air ripples.

They walked through the two-story shop that was about to be renovated, and rushed straight to the third floor where the magazine was located, only to find that the door here was actually cast with a rather powerful locking spell.

"Alahoo hole!" But this kind of spell couldn't help Harry at all. He didn't even use a wand, and he just clicked the door lock with one finger.

"Mr. Lovegood? Damn, is it really late?!"

It was a mess to the eye, several magic printing machines were overturned on the ground, and ink and scattered paper were scattered everywhere.

At Xenophilius' desk, a big hole was broken in the window, which seemed to have been smashed open violently, and even the mailbox used to receive letters was shrunk.

The chair by the table fell to the ground, and on the floor not far away lay Xenophilius' wand!

"Abducted... No, the fireplace has been used! Eliezer, let's go, use Floo powder!"

Seeing the traces of powder in the fireplace, Harry immediately realized that Xenophilius must be restricted and unable to apparate, so he chose to use the fireplace to escape out of desperation.

And his Floo network was only recently applied to the Floo Network Authority of the Department of Transportation, because the Ministry of Magic has been looking for trouble with The Quibbler, so the only thing that can be connected to the magazine's fireplace... is Lovegood One place at home!

After confirming the whereabouts of Xenophilius, Harry also grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the box on the fireplace, and flew directly to the fireplace of Lovegood's house with Eliezer.

"Damn it! It's still a step too late..."

After coming out of the fireplace, Harry didn't care to tidy up his ashen face, and immediately started searching the room for Xenophilius' whereabouts, but all he saw was the same mess as the magazine office.

He anxiously followed the mess and footprints all over the floor, and finally ran all the way out of the house, but the traces completely disappeared in the yard.

"Damn it! This way the clue will be broken!" Harry gritted his teeth bitterly.

It looks like I really have to use the Time Turner...

"Little master, Eliezer can ask other witnesses." But at this moment, the house elf seemed to have a solution.

"Other witnesses, you mean... the goblins in the garden?" Harry was taken aback when he heard that.

"Well, Eliezer can ask them. Go! Go!!"

The elf nodded respectfully, and then suddenly let out a series of ear-piercing cries, which really attracted all the goblins in the garden.

"This... how did you do it?"

Harry was completely overwhelmed by this move. The teacher's house elf is too amazing.

But...if he looked closely, Harry couldn't help but notice that Eliezer, a house-elf with a special name on his back, was indeed very different from his normal kind.

Compared with Dobby and Kreacher's disproportionate body structure, although Eliezer is only about one meter tall, his head shape is more slender; and his skin color is also smaller than that of ordinary elves. Slightly darker, although it is simply wearing a layer of pillowcases, it does not feel thin, but a bit strong.

It seems that the origin of this little elf should also be very special.

"Little master, this is Eliezer's racial talent." The elf replied humbly, "Eliezer has fused the blood of the evil spirit, so he can attract children to come to him by calling, and naturally he can Attracts less intelligent goblins."

"So that's how it is," Harry suddenly realized, "I didn't expect, Eliezer, that you are a half-breed of a house-elf and an elf."

Indeed, if it comes to the evil spirit, it can explain why Eliezer has such a miraculous performance.

You know, from the point of view of the entire magic world, the existence of Evil Spirit is definitely notorious.

Although their height is rarely more than one meter, they are rated as the fourth level of danger.

This kind of magical animal likes to attract children with its sound, and then eats them cruelly. At the same time, it also masters some special magic. It can be said to be a very dangerous creature.

They generally live in the Black Forest of Germany, and were once strictly controlled by the German Ministry of Magic. It is said that after 1927, there have been no records of attacks by evil spirits.

And there are also studies that show that there may be some similarities between the blood of evil spirits and house elves.

Unexpectedly, I would be able to see the offspring of an evil spirit and a house-elf. This is really...

"Little master, Eliezer is fused with the blood of the Evil Spirit, not the offspring of the Evil Spirit." The elf shook his head and corrected, "He is different from the half-giant and half-elf crossbreeding. Eliezer was the master, in order to help him continue his life, and he couldn't drink the elixir of life, so he used the Philosopher's Stone to transfer the life of an evil spirit to Eliezer."

"What did you say?" Harry was taken aback suddenly, "This kind of thing... can also be done with the Philosopher's Stone?"

"The specific situation, after this incident, you can ask the master yourself, Eliezer is not clear about it." The elf shook his head apologetically, "The goblins just told Eliezer the clue, They saw a particularly ugly bat grab Mr. Lovegood and fly him northeast along with some other bats and a dark mass. The goblins also heard that Lovegood There were shouts of 'Agubashjit' or something, sir."

"Bat... Pettigrew is a bat? It seems that Luna's prophecy also mentioned... dark, bat... So, the Abashijit that Mr. Lovegood saw was actually a Voldebat?"

Finally, Harry suddenly realized.

"I see, they went to Gaomen! Eliezer, I will tell you the location, and you will take me there right away!!"

That's right, Xenophilius must still be alive, and he was captured by Pettigrew to their lair - the Wittenhurst mansion in Gaomen Village!

Pettigrew's purpose was obviously to lure him there, but Harry insisted on going!

"Obey, little master! Eliezer already knows the approximate location, please hold on tight to him, little master."

The elf was also unambiguous when he heard the words, and directly took Harry's hand and started apparating, and the two disappeared in place in an instant.

By the time they appeared again, Harry had already arrived in front of this mansion, which was second in size only to Buckingham Palace.

"It should be here, I hope to catch up with... eh!"

But for some reason, before he was about to enter the door, Harry seemed to have been bewitched, and looked back in the direction of Highgate Cemetery in a strange way.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly froze all over, and froze in place with a dull face.

After that, endless phantoms also began to roll in like a tide...

Chapter 470 IX Will Fall Into An Illusion In Broad Daylight

It was supposed to be the weather in June, but the surrounding environment suddenly became gloomy and cold, and it became dark in an instant.

After a while, bursts of lightning and thunder filled the ink-like sky, and then there was a terrible downpour.

Harry stood there alone, Eliezer didn't know where he went, and he couldn't see anything clearly around him.

Could it be a dream...

Harry clearly remembered that he was about to step into Wittenhurst Villa, but the scene in front of him was very similar to the strange dreams he had often had a while ago.

Night, cold rain, tombstones, and... death.

The darkness in front of him completely obscured his vision, and Harry subconsciously stretched out his hand to grope around, but the palm of his hand touched something rough and hard.

Click!

A flash of thunder flashed in the distance, and Harry's face was solemn at the same time.

With the light of the thunder, he could clearly see that what he was touching was a tombstone...

And the place where I am at this moment is indeed the dark graveyard in my dream!

why? !

Harry knew he must be in a dream, but it was clearly daytime now!

And most importantly, he didn't know how to break free at all.

In desperation, Harry could only walk aimlessly through this eerie ghost.

The rain on the top of the head became heavier, and the frequency of lightning became more and more dense. Just as Harry was thinking wildly, whether there would be another Grim Reaper waving a scythe at him later, he was caught by a block not far away. Tombstones attract attention!

On that tombstone, the name he saw this time was clearly...

Xenophilius Lovegood!

"impossible!!"

Anger instantly covered Harry's face. He knew that this strange dream was playing with him again, so he turned around resentfully, but he was almost scared out of his wits by the scene behind him.

Huge wings covering the sky, dark robes, sharp scythes, and hourglass lanterns flickering with faint light...

The god of death in the dream had come behind him at some point, and even the hideous and terrifying skull grimace was about to stick to the tip of Harry's nose!

"Hmm..." At that moment, Harry couldn't help sweating.

He didn't even know if the other party was the real god of death, but he knew that he couldn't escape now...

Last time in the dream, he woke up by luck, so he didn't experience the feeling of being beheaded by the death scythe... But this time, can he be so lucky?

What would happen if I was killed by the god of death here...

No!

Gotta cheer up!

Before he left, he had already made an agreement with Luna that even if he really met the god of death, he would definitely save her father! !

Taking a deep breath, Harry secretly clenched the tip of his tongue, barely dispelling the fear all over his body through the pain, and stubbornly stared at the skeleton in front of him that was glowing with will-o'-the-wisps.

"Why are you staring at me?" However, when Harry was tense, the Grim Reaper on the opposite side suddenly spoke.

Its terrifying skeleton mouth opened and closed, and its voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but it didn't seem to contain any killing intent.

"You... are you..."

"You're very scared, but it's no wonder. After all, in this world, there is no creature that is not afraid of death, and the sadness and despair that comes with it. It's just..."

The tone of the Grim Reaper gradually became a bit playful. It poked out the fleshless bone claws under the robe, and used an hourglass lantern to illuminate the tombstone next to Harry: "You obviously killed that person yourself, why do you have to blame him? Where is it on my head?"

"What... what did you say?" Harry's eyes widened in astonishment, "You said Mr. Lovegood, he was given by me... Ugh!"

After just a moment's absence, the bone claws of the god of death were directly handed to Harry, as if they would poke his eyeballs in the next second.

Feeling the tingling pain from the skeleton's knuckles, Harry didn't even dare to act rashly now.

"If you hadn't played a trick and snatched a soul from me, how could you see me in the daytime~"

The bone claws of the god of death shook strangely in front of Harry's eyes, causing a dazzling afterimage, and then, when Harry was defenseless, he flicked his finger directly on his forehead.