Chapter 140 139: Love is the greatest magic
Cornelly Fudge’s orders carried the majesty of the Minister of Magic.
However, the group of Aurors following him did not dare to stand up and carry out his orders - these Aurors from the Ministry of Magic were basically students who graduated from Hogwarts.
Let them collect the wand of the professor who once taught them?
Who dares to be the leader!
These Hogwarts graduates wouldn't dare anyway.
Of course, they didn’t dare. There are always people who dare. Seeing that the Aurors looked a bit troubled and didn’t take any action, an old woman wearing a pink cardigan in the queue immediately came to face them. Showing annoyance.
"Didn't you hear Minister Fudge's order?" The old woman's tone was full of seriousness. She stepped forward and planned to personally complete the task assigned by Cornelius Fudge.
"Umbridge, I still have to rely on you at the critical moment." Minister of Magic Fudge was already embarrassed, and was a little embarrassed when he was ignored by his subordinates.
Fortunately, this old woman named Dolores Umbridge held his face in time.
"I will always be loyal to you and to the Ministry of Magic. No external force will try to influence me!" Umbridge responded flatteringly, and planned to collect the wands of Professor McGonagall and Grindelwald.
"I think you must have received some false news. Although a professor here was indeed killed, it certainly has nothing to do with Albus."
Professor McGonagall looked He seemed rather hesitant.
She is weighing whether she should hand over her wand and cooperate with the investigation.
The Head of Gryffindor often puts the overall situation first, and she does not believe that Albus Dumbledore will be involved in any dark magic rituals.
"We will find out if it is related. Magic will not wrong any good person, but it will not let any bad person go. I hope you can understand that we are just fulfilling our duties."
Named Umu The tone of Richie's old woman was righteous, but her heartfelt sense of superiority was not concealed. She always looked at Professor McGonagall with a squinting look.
Professor McGonagall was dissatisfied, but decided to cooperate. However, Grindelwald standing next to her obviously couldn't let Umbridge get what she wanted.
"The wand is an indispensable part of the wizard. No one can take away my wand." Grindelwald, wearing the "Lockhart" face, frowned and did not move.
"Are you trying to break the law? I guarantee you will not end up well... Being a best-selling author does not give you the confidence to openly disobey the Ministry of Magic."
Umbridge looked at Grindelwald with a sinister expression.
"Can I understand that you are threatening me now?" Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, and there was an extremely cold chill in his eyes.
Umbridge felt a chill down her spine. She was a little frightened by Grindelwald's gaze. Panic arose in her heart for no reason, and even her legs couldn't help but tremble.
Fear? anger!
Many emotions came to Umbridge's mind. He was just a sensational novelist. Why should she feel so timid about him?
She is a Ministry of Magic official with a bright future! The Minister of Magic’s most trusted right-hand man!
"If you want to resist, don't blame us for being rude." Umbridge's voice was very annoyed. She took out her wand, but it was not threatening to Grindelwald.
It is better to take out a fire stick, or dip the stick given by Ollie.
"Don't conflict with them, Professor Lockhart." Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Professor McGonagall immediately tried to persuade Grindelwald, but Grindelwald didn't seem to hear him.
"There is no law that gives them the right to seize a wizard's wand from an unconvicted wizard."
"If these officials of the Ministry of Magic insist on exercising their privileges above the law, then their actions will not be regarded as maintaining the order of the wizarding world."
"In this case , no one knows how many more laws they plan to break. They are also a threat to the young wizards and are an uncertain hidden danger. We need to maintain our fighting power. Of course, Dumbledore will not blame us for this," Grindelwald said softly. The words are really convincing.
Professor McGonagall, who was about to hand over the wand, took it back.
"It has to be the first generation. This logic is so clear and convincing that even Professor McGonagall was shaken." Ian, who was hiding in the corner, witnessed this scene and expressed sincere emotion.
He is not worried about being exposed.
After all, not everyone could see through his Disillusionment Curse. At least he was hiding in the corner holding Grindelwald's note, and Cornelius Fudge and the Aurors he brought were not able to notice it at all.
"Has the Ministry of Magic lost its mind? Are you looking for trouble with Dumbledore?" Although Ian had just received Grindelwald's instructions, he did not choose to act immediately.
Not only because the young wizard was curious about the cause of Professor Quirrell's death, but also because he was a little surprised that the Ministry of Magic dared to blatantly target Albus Dumbledore.
This is somewhat abnormal.
Who doesn’t know that Cornelius Fudge has always wanted to win over Albus Dumbledore, and in many things, even if Albus Dumbledore does something a little outrageous, he does not want the secular world Know.
Just like after the previous Gringotts robbery incident, the Ministry of Magic knew that it had to cover up Albus Dumbledore and could not force Albus Dumbledore to the opposite side.
It is obviously impossible to say that there is nothing fishy behind the operation that comes directly to the door now - it is not as if Fudge, the Minister of Magic, has eaten the bear's heart and the leopard's guts and cannot recognize the big and small king.
"Damn it, guys! Shut your mouth! You are blatantly provoking the Ministry of Magic! You are blatantly rebelling!" Umbridge's bluffing look really looked like a pink toad.
She habitually criticized Professor McGonagall and Grindelwald. This trick had been tried many times in the past, but it was obvious that she had finally encountered a hard problem.
“You are the ones who trample the law.”
Grindelwald's expression was very understated.
“That’s enough!”
Before Umbridge could say anything, Fudge, the ugly-looking Minister of Magic, glared at Grindelwald fiercely, as if he wanted to kill this man. He seems to be just the best-selling author that comes to mind.
"This is an investigation by the Ministry of Magic! All wizards have the obligation to cooperate! Don't think that Hogwarts is a lawless place!" Fudge, the Minister of Magic, said in a strong voice.
“Of course I will cooperate with you, but if you give up your respect for the law, then I will regard your behavior as voluntarily giving up the protection of the law for you.”
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Grindelwald's voice was not deep, but it made the atmosphere in the air feel particularly tense, as if an invisible pressure was quietly spreading to the surroundings.
The Aurors all felt a little breathless.
Just when Umbridge looked gloomy and was about to stand up and reprimand Grindelwald for being extremely arrogant.
"Fudge, long time no see."
Albus Dumbledore walked down the stairs. He was wearing the iconic purple robe. His movements seemed slow and slow, but everyone was watching. No one in the past dared to raise the slightest contempt in their hearts.
"What is the principal hiding?"
Ian discovered a detail that no one else noticed, that is, Albus Dumbledore's heartbeat was a little fast. Perhaps the principal was jogging all the way to catch up. Got here.
Is it to deal with these Ministry of Magic officials, or to save these Ministry of Magic officials? After all, Grindelwald and the Ministry of Magic almost came to blows just now.
While the little wizard was thinking about it.
"Principal."
A group of Aurors could not help but lower their heads and did not dare to look directly. Their performance was noticed by Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and he was dissatisfied, but this shrewd politician did not dare to express it at all.
"Albus, long time no see."
A very fake smile appeared on Fudge's face.
"I heard that you came to investigate me? Do you think I am related to the death of Professor Quirrell?" Albus Dumbledore walked down the steps slowly and looked at Snape's office calmly. Quirrell's body outside. He didn't seem surprised or confused, but his eyes stayed on Quirrell's smooth ass for a moment.
Soon.
Then he turned to look at where Ian was hiding - the old principal's eyes were not sharp, but full of meaning. Ian almost immediately understood the meaning in Albus Dumbledore's eyes.
It means the same thing as Grindelwald's note.
“What are you trying to do?”
Even though Ian didn’t understand what the two old guys meant, he still turned around and left without saying anything, heading to the eighth floor where the principal’s office was located. building.
Behind the little wizard.
A confrontation continues.
"Albus, you know that I have always trusted you. After all, you have always been very helpful to me. But after all, I am not the only one who has the final say in the Ministry of Magic."
"Someone with great status and power among us wizards has provided us with a report, so we can only shoulder the responsibility and conduct an investigation."
Fudge sighed heavily. Take a breath.
Albus Dumbledore did not respond to him, but looked at him with a calm expression, which made Fudge dare not look at Albus Dumbledore at all.
He went on to explain his actions.
"Really, I believe you from the bottom of my heart. It is not my original intention to mobilize a large number of troops to investigate."
Fudge's voice sounded quite helpless, but everyone knew that he was acting. As an excellent politician, he had already gathered power not long after he came to power.
If he doesn’t want to.
He and the group of people he brought will never appear in Hogwarts. As soon as Quirrell's body was discovered, people came. The efficiency of the Ministry of Magic has never been so fast.
"A very powerful person? Who is it?"
Snape also walked out of the office at this time. He was slightly relieved when he saw Albus Dumbledore, but the look on his face His expression was a bit worried, just like Professor McGonagall's.
It is not that the Ministry of Magic is suspicious of Albus Dumbledore, but that they all know the secrets of Quirrell and are worried about the guy who disappeared from Quirrell.
"No comment, this is not something you are qualified to know." Umbridge sneered, and she glanced at Snape, a former Death Eater, with a rather contemptuous look.
"Umbridge!"
Fudge also spoke in a deep voice at this time, asking Umbridge to retreat behind him. He still felt a bit timid about the appearance of Albus Dumbledore. After all, it was precisely because he knew how terrifying Albus Dumbledore was that deep down he wanted to undermine Albus Dumbledore's influence.
Otherwise.
Fudge is really having trouble sleeping and eating - he will voluntarily become someone else's gun, of course, not only because of the other party's power, but also because he knows Albus Dumbledore's heart The trees are just too huge.
Albus Dumbledore can shield him from the sun and send him to the position of Minister of Magic. Who can guarantee that Albus Dumbledore will not sacrifice him and bring up a new one in the future? person?
Fudge regards the position of Minister of Magic as the throne of the wizarding world. Because of this, he is worried every day and night. No king would want such a thing hanging over his head. The kingmaker.
"As the person who was suspected and reported, am I not qualified to know who the person who reported me is?" Albus Dumbledore walked to Grindelwald's side.
He turned back and looked at Fudge and the Aurors he brought with him
"I promise you, Albus, no one can slander and wrong you, we will only find out the truth The truth and stop the rumors that may arise outside."
"No. It’s just to give you justice, and also to prevent me from being accused by others of being the Minister of Magic who bends the law for personal gain. After all, someone reported it and everyone knows that I have a good relationship with you.” Fudge did not respond directly to Albus Dumbledore’s question. He just said in a sincere tone that he also trusted Dumbledore.
He obviously didn’t want to name the whistleblower.
"Of course I can understand your difficulties. We also trust the authority of the Ministry of Magic. But since the action is against me, please don't embarrass other professors." Albus Dumbledore expressed his understanding. His expression There are no emotional fluctuations to be seen, only sincerity and calmness.
This actually made Fudge feel relieved.
His psychological pressure is really great.
"Of course."
Fudge didn't mention the matter of collecting the professors' wands, and he didn't even want to collect Albus Dumbledore's wand. I want to give the professors of Hogwarts a slap in the face.
after all.
His majesty is rarely respected by these professors in this school, and being able to embarrass these professors in front of the Hogwarts Aurors will also help improve the Aurors' respect for him. degree of awe.
Since it didn’t succeed.
Forget it.
There will definitely be opportunities in the future.
"You are responsible for examining this body and finding out the cause of death of this poor man who was murdered." Fudge began to order his Aurors to conduct an autopsy on Quirrell.
The Aurors did not hesitate to execute this order directly. Before they stepped forward and began to inspect, they also whispered respectful greetings to Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.
Very polite.
"If anyone says that Dumbledore killed Quirrell, this is absolutely nonsense." Professor McGonagall looked at Albus Dumbledore beside him.
Her words were also a reminder to Albus Dumbledore of what happened.
only.
The old principal still looked calm.
"I believe Fudge and these outstanding Aurors will find out the truth." Albus Dumbledore responded softly, looking at Grindelwald.
Grindelwald nodded slightly to him.
"Yes, that's it. You can still understand our difficulty."
Fudge looked pleased.
"There are remnants of black magic rituals. I think the professor went through a human sacrifice before his death. As for the purpose..." The Auror who was responsible for carefully examining the traces of magic hesitated to speak.
His words did not surprise several professors. After all, this was a conclusion Snape had come to long ago.
"What is the purpose! There is no need to worry about anything! We are the Ministry of Magic!" Umbridge couldn't help but jumped out and asked loudly. She really wanted to express herself.
“We can only tell that this is a black magic ritual that requires a living sacrifice.”
The Aurors did not give a definite answer, which made Umbridge a little disappointed, but Fudge's eyes flickered, and there was excitement hidden in his eyes.
It’s just that Umbridge, who jumped in front of Fudge, didn’t notice this scene.
“Isn’t it to resurrect someone?”
Her voice was still loud.
Be fearless like a fighter.
"That's enough! Don't talk nonsense here!" Professor McGonagall actually had a bad temper to begin with. After hearing Umbridge's words, she finally got sick of stupidity.
"If there is any black magic ritual that can resurrect the dead, do you think those Death Eaters who are still on the run and have not been caught by you will still be as peaceful as they are now?" "Use you Think about it!" Snape couldn't help but sneered, even mentioning the word "Death Eater" which was a bit sensitive for him.
It can be seen that he hates Umbridge as much as Professor McGonagall.
"I'm not asking you to answer me! I'm asking our Auror to make a judgment!" Umbridge looked annoyed, looking at Snape and Professor McGonagall with eyes full of anger.
"Especially you! How dare you mention Death Eaters?"
She seemed ready to threaten Snape at any time.
“I think even if there is a black magic ritual that can resurrect the dead, it doesn’t prove why our principal killed a professor and performed this black magic ritual, right?”
Grindelwald suddenly spoke abruptly, still squinting at Umbridge.
"Don't get excited, everyone. Let's discuss the matter as it is. We are all trying to find the truth. Don't get into such a tense situation. Maybe we should bring the professor's body to the Ministry of Magic for follow-up testing."
Fudge found the right moment to step forward and try to be a peacemaker.
In fact, he did not expect to be able to truly eliminate Albus Dumbledore. He just wanted to be able to grasp a handle on Albus Dumbledore.
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This way.
Only in this way can he prevent certain things that he does not want to see happen, so that he can have the capital to negotiate when facing Albus Dumbledore, and have the ability to compromise with the most powerful wizard of this century. Trump card.
"Of course he has a motive!"
Umbridge may be a qualified flatterer, but she is definitely not a truly qualified politician. She is obviously lacking in ability to figure out the leader's thoughts.
Fudge's words made this guy think that he needed to stand up and be the bad guy.
"Oh?"
Grindelwald drawled.
Umbridge became even more excited.
“Maybe Albus Dumbledore can hide his past from others, but the Ministry of Magic can find out that he has tried to find some way to resurrect his dead sister more than once. ..."
Umbridge hasn't finished speaking yet.
“Bang~”
The light of magic lit up, and she was blown away and hit the wall directly. Judging from the way she was coughing crazily and vomiting blood, she was at least seriously injured. A few ribs.
"Shut your stinky mouth!"
The person who did it was actually Snape.
His hands were shaking.
After casting the spell, he kept looking at Albus Dumbledore nervously. Just now, he noticed something under Albus Dumbledore's half-moon-shaped mirror frame that made him palpitate. eyes are emerging. As one of the people who knew Albus Dumbledore best, Snape could only take decisive action to prevent Albus Dumbledore from being unable to resist.
"Damn it! You actually dare to attack officials of the Ministry of Magic! Crazy! You are all crazy!" Umbridge got up and let out a sharp scream hysterically.
However.
The boss, who thought he would speak for himself, the Minister of Magic Fudge remained silent and did not speak out for him. He did not even angrily reprimand Snape for his attack.
How could Snape not feel the emotions that he could feel? I came here to find an excuse for Albus Dumbledore, not to provoke him and seek death.
"What do you want to do..."
Umbridge discovered that at some point, Albus Dumbledore had stood in front of her, with an expressionless face. His face has a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle.
"You shouldn't ask me what I want to do, but ask yourself, what do you want to do? My respect for the Ministry of Magic is not the capital for you to talk nonsense to me in front of me."
< br> "If you don't know what decency is... I think I can teach you myself." Albus Dumbledore picked up Umbridge's wand from the ground.
He handed the wand to Umbridge seemingly calmly.
"You attacked me first!"
Umbridge sounded angry, but she did not dare to take her wand, because Umbridge had already seen Abu Thoughts. Dumbledore also held a wand in his hand.
At this moment.
Feeling the strong pressure emerging from the opponent's body, Umbridge was afraid that the opponent would challenge her to duel in the name of her family. She finally remembered who the old man standing in front of her was.
Albus Dumbledore, he is not the submissive character he usually faces, but the most prestigious and powerful powerful wizard in the wizarding world today.
"Is that so?"
Albus Dumbledore stared at Umbridge.
For a moment.
Umbridge only felt that in her mind, the memories buried deep in her heart emerged involuntarily, including the nasty things she thought she had forgotten
"I'll give it to you Opportunity to say it again ”
It’s like a reminder.
Also like a warning.
The Aurors lowered their heads, the Minister of Magic was silent, Professor "Lockhart" was smiling, and Snape and Professor McGonagall looked at each other with complicated expressions.
The atmosphere at the scene was very subtle.
Umbridge wanted to ask Fudge for help, but Fudge and the Aurors pretended to check Quirrell's body, but there was no response. She felt a sense of helpless panic.
"No, I accidentally hit the wall."
Finally.
Umbridge couldn't resist the pressure and chose to bow her head - she knew what she had just experienced, and she also knew clearly that everything she owned would disappear after the dirty deeds she had buried deeply were exposed.
"Well, be more careful next time."
Albus Dumbledore's tone was still gentle.
He put Umbridge's wand back into Umbridge's hand, turned around and walked towards Quirrell's body, leaving Umbridge with a back that seemed to have many flaws and could be attacked at any time. space.
Just.
Umbridge failed to muster the courage.
"Did you get the news that someone was trying to use Quirrell's life to perform a resurrection ritual?" Albus Dumbledore squatted in front of Quirrell's body.
"No, no, no, it's someone. Someone is trying to use Quirrell's body to perform some kind of resurrection ritual." Fudge no longer dared to pull, and quickly revealed what he could say.
He is an extremely smart politician, and what politicians need most is observation. Because of this, even if his authority is damaged, he does not dare to say a word to help Umbridge.
After all.
He had already discovered a problem that frightened him deeply. Albus Dumbledore, who had always cherished feathers, no longer cherished feathers. The implication of this was enough to make him feel an uncontrollable amount of uneasiness and fear in his heart.
......
Just when the farce in the basement came to an end.
Ian has already touched the door of the principal's office. The statue of the gatekeeper monster has never been an obstacle to him. He only needs to lift his feet slightly, and the way into the office will be smooth.
"What on earth did you ask me to do? Tom was hidden here by them?" Ian unscrewed the wooden door, but found that only Phoenix Fox was preening his feathers in the silent principal's office.
"Fox, can you go to the Room of Requirement when you are free? My phoenix looks like it is about to break out of its shell. I must have more experience raising little phoenixes than I do."
Ian took out a He tried to bribe Fox with the precious medicinal herbs. However, just when his hand came close to Fox, the phoenix suddenly flew up without warning.
Its claws grabbed Ian's robe, and then the man and the beast disappeared into the principal's office. When Ian's vision became clear again, he found that he had come to an empty room - the floor of the room was full of broken stones, and there was a half-open door in front.
The flames of the candles burned in the room, allowing Ian to see clearly that the broken stones on the ground were all lifelike pieces of giant wizard chess.
Stone soldiers, knights with broken heads, and kings whose whole bodies cannot be found. This scene couldn't help but bring back some dusty memories in Ian's heart.
"Holy crap! Are you serious?"
Ian looked back.
The Phoenix that brought him here has disappeared. He only left another note on the spot with Albus Dumbledore's handwriting on it.
【There will be no danger. 】
With only a short sentence and no other explanation, Ian only felt a little helpless, took out his wand and pushed open the door in front of him.
Sure enough.
Just as he imagined.
There is a small platform on the other side of the gate. Black flames are burning in front of the platform, and many complex and powerful inscriptions are also engraved on the ground around it.
"Harry Potter is me?"
Ian walked to the platform and his eyes fell on the table in front of the flames. There were seven glass bottles placed on it. Liquids of different colors are clearly visible inside.
besides.
The yellowed parchment is also quite eye-catching.
【Danger is ahead, safety is behind】
【Two of us can help you】
【Drink them, one of them can help you Pass ahead and another one will send you to your original location】
...
A very classic logical reasoning question.
Ian didn’t finish it.
Because he took out a bottle of medicine from his purse, poured it into his mouth and then buried it towards the flames in front of him. The black flames also did not cause any harm to him.
“Without Quirrell, could Voldemort still be active?”
Ian's doubts were answered immediately after he passed through the sea of fire - he saw a very familiar mirror placed in the center of the room with twelve huge pillars.
The Mirror of Erised.
And in front of the mirror.
A wizard wearing a black robe and a black hat is standing in front of the mirror. He seemed to sense someone entering, moved his neck and then slowly turned around.
“The magic of sacrificing to the God of Death allowed me to escape death for a short time, and the rewards I have received now have completely kept me away from death, allowing me to finally feel the beauty of breathing again!”
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The black-robed wizard raised his hand and slowly took off his hood. Underneath was a ferocious face with pits like cement, no nose, and a snake-like face.
"I admire your courage, and I also admire Dumbledore's boldness...but he certainly didn't expect what an outstanding little wizard like you would face here."
The hoarse voice sounded with resentment.
"Ian Prince, now, in a fair duel, you will truly see a Dark Lord like me." The tarnished stone fell from his hands.
Falled to pieces.
Voldemort, who had regained his magic power, raised his wand.
"Avada..."
Voldemort was about to recite a spell.
The little wizard also holds a wand in one hand.
However.
He did not recite the incantation.
Instead, he took out a dozen bottles with his other hand and threw them over.
Voldemort has always been very vigilant, but although his dodge was fast, he could not stop Ian's firepower, and there were always several bottles hitting him one after another.
The next moment.
Voldemort's aunt, uncle, grandfather, and great-grandfather all blossomed in Voldemort.
"Damn! What is this!"
Voldemort felt his magic power was going silent. He looked horrified and roared. Green light emerged directly from his wand and rushed towards Ian. .
"It's the magic of love."
Ian's wand also lit up with a green light.
Two life-killing curses.
A fierce collision in the air.
At the same time.
Inside the room.
The black and purple eggshell... quietly shattered.
(End of this chapter)