Vol 2 Chapter 1166:

"Afterwards, there is nothing to be after..." Harry said, "In fact, nothing happened at Weasley's house, oh, of course, there are other things, such as I quarreled with Scrimgeour. One, and it looks like I won."
"What?" Hermione said loudly, "I mean, why?"
Harry briefly explained Scrimgeour's intention to the two, including Percy's return to Weasley's home.
"Oh, it doesn’t matter. Percy will be back sooner or later. After he realizes the mistake, Percy is not bad strictly speaking. It’s just that he believes in the wrong person. There are also reasons for Mr. Weasley. Before Voldemort came back, we were more like talking nonsense, a group of persecutors with delusions."
"But these are the truth." Harry said.
"Hey, man, be quiet first, we are talking about Scrimgeour, so the newly appointed Minister decides to bring you in?"
"He just wanted to use me as a mascot," Harry said. "I don't like this."
"This shows that you are very appealing, Harry." Fanlin shook his head, "Anyway, this is not a bad thing, at least it is certain that Minister Scrimgeour will not find us anything when fighting Voldemort. The extra trouble, what we need is just such a piece of information."
"All right, so, what about my dream? Is Voldemort doing what?"
"He never stopped, did he, man." Fanlin shook his head, "So, it's not surprising, but it's very possible that he has used something more frantic recently."
According to Rutherford's description, the gate of the forbidden area, also known as the gate of hell, is obviously something like an altar that connects with hell.
Although Fanlin didn't know whether it was or not, it didn't affect Voldemort's desire for power.
An ancient who is still alive, to be exact, part of the ancient god?
Voldemort only needed so much.
"Oh, well, I'm not interested in knowing so much." Harry shook his head. He thought of some bad things. Like all the mad black wizards in history, what Voldemort is doing is probably Contempt for life and the like.
"Well, let's talk about you, what did you do for Christmas? I'm still waiting for the two of you to come to the Burrow to find me. The result has been until now."
"Oh, don't be nervous..." Fanlin shook his head, not knowing whether he was nervous or Harry was nervous.
In short, their short holiday was not pleasant, or in other words, it was a bit weird.
For example, a group of off-line skeletons only have their skeletons spraying blue fire. To be precise, they should be dragons with frosty breath?
Or maybe they dug up a seal of undead creatures?
Fortunately, Dumbledore went with Nicole May, and before Fanlin and the others arrived, he successfully slapped the blue zombie with the Frost Wolf and a crow on his shoulders. go back.
This is not a pleasant experience at all, and, it can be seen, those things, that is, the undead cannot be completely wiped out. Fortunately, they are in the polar sea, and the undead has no ability to cross the ocean, and according to Dumbledore According to the judgment, those undead could not leave their tomb space at all. This is the place cursed by the wizard.
But in fact, even Dumbledore can't understand more. This is no longer a matter of that lifetime. Without the literature, Fanlin didn't even know that there was such a group of undead creatures that formed a country of its own.
At least, after Dumbledore stepped on the top of the black tower, he saw the guy wearing the ice crown, locked by a chain of lightning.
Of course, it can be clear that these guys used to be fighters under the hands of Death, because after entering the black tower, Fanlin clearly felt the breath of that guy, and the chains in his body were about to move.
However, when several people found it, it was just the petrified eye above the main tomb, a piece of dead flesh and blood, perhaps a clone?
At this point, it became clear. It was nothing more than death that after the defeat of the gods of death, his subordinates were difficult to die. After all, the kingdom of the dead had disappeared, so where these guys were sealed by the wizards or other things at the time. In short, this did not bring any value. .
A clone that has lost its power is not a threat at all. Fanlin is more concerned about the one that the vampire has been supporting, perhaps the only one, and the key evil key has not been found here.
The clue that Dumbledore could show was nothing but a story of a magic puppet who gained consciousness to pursue rebirth.
However, the tombs in the polar regions represent death, and there is nothing at all except for some traces of the life of the magic puppets.
The clue seems to be so broken, no one knows where the magic puppet will take the fierce key, as for the pursuit of rebirth...
This is very easy to determine the target, such as the famous city of the dead... No matter what, the undead magic is really easy to use for things like resurrection.
It can be seen that for a long time in the future, the Order of the Phoenix will have to deal with this kind of guy who is not afraid of life and death. Although the single body is not very powerful, but in number...
The ghost knows how many bones are in the ground under your feet?
"We are just exploring some ruins, helping Rutherford find his ancestors?"
"ancestor?"
"Ah, yes, it's the ancestors." Hermione was a little unnatural, cheating Harry, which still made Hermione a little sad.
"However, there hasn't been much progress. Rutherford just found some clues. It will take some time."
"Oh, okay..." Harry nodded. He didn't like vampires, so he didn't plan to ask.
This habit was probably formed during Cedric's time?
The next morning, the beginning of the new semester gave the sixth graders a surprise.
A big notice was nailed to the bulletin board in the common room last night. Apparition Training If you are a seventh-grade student, or you are 17 years old before August 31, you are eligible to participate in a twelve-week Apparition Training course taught by an instructor from the Ministry of Magic. If you would like to participate, please sign your name below. Cost 2 gallons.
Four people joined the crowd, and they were registering their names below one by one.
Although Fanlin has mastered this magic, in fact, he still needs to go through the normal procedures to report it.
As soon as Ron took out the quill at the bottom, Lavender quietly appeared behind him, blindfolded him, and said in a soft voice, "Guess who I am, wow-wow?"
This bite of dog food made Harry a little appetite, why didn't Fanlin and Hermione make him... uncomfortable?
Maybe he was still young and didn't know the true meaning of crit?
It seems that he really needs to be quiet.
In fact, Lavender and Ron got crooked for a while, and Lavender didn't leave until everyone had signed up.
"Then-Apparition," Ron wiped his mouth. "It should be fun, eh?"
"I don't know," Harry said. "Maybe it's better when you do it yourself. I didn't feel too comfortable when Dumbledore took me to do it."
"That's very uncomfortable." Fanlin rolled his eyes, "I advise you to hit your attention, otherwise, let's get a closer look?"
"Oh, don't say it's so scary, it's not so difficult, isn't it...I'd better be able to pass the level once," Ron looked eager. "Fred and George are."
"But Charlie never succeeded, did he?" Harry said.
"Yeah, but Charlie is bigger than me," Ron stretched out his arm like a gorilla. "So Fred and George didn't stop nagging about this... anyway, not in front of him... "
"When can we take the actual test?"
"It's all right after the age of seventeen. For me, just wait until March!"
"Yes, but you can't Apparate here, not in the castle..."
"It's okay, doesn't it? Everyone knows that I can do it if I want to Apparate."
Ron was not the only one excited about the prospect of Apparition. There were people everywhere talking about this upcoming course that day; people seemed to be very optimistic about this ability to disappear and reappear at will and ignored the risks brought by this magic.
"It's so cool, if we can—" Seamus snapped his fingers to signify disappearance. "My cousin Fergus often used this trick to harass me. When I do it...he will never have peace..."
Seamus fell into longing for a moment, and the action of waving his wand was a bit too enthusiastic. The goal of that spell class was to transform a stream of pure water, but his wand spouted something like a rubber hose. The ceiling bounced back and hit Professor Flitwick in the face.
Fortunately, there is no explosion, is it?
"Harry has already been Apparated," Ron told Seamer, who was embarrassed, after Professor Flitwick swung his wand to dry himself and punished Seamer to write a sentence.
"Deng-uh-someone took him to do it. Attached to manifestation, you know."
"Wow!" Seamus whispered, and then he, Dean, and Neville moved their heads closer to hear Harry describe the feeling of Apparition. For the rest of the day, Harry was surrounded by other sixth graders who asked about the apparition. Even though he told them how uncomfortable Apparition was, it seemed that their awe was more than giving up. People were still asking him about the details, and he had to lie about the need. Going to the library to return a book was able to get out of Dumbledore's class on time.
And when he was walking on the road, Harry remembered that he could completely push Fanlin out just now, although the result might be a beating, no matter what, it would be better than being annoyed all day.
The lights in Dumbledore's office were on, the portraits of the former principals were snoring gently in the frame, and the was once again placed on Dumbledore's table early.
Dumbledore put his hands on the sides of the pen, looking very relaxed. Harry suddenly wanted to ask why he didn't take him, but he swallowed it to his lips. Dumbledore would definitely find a reason, and he had another topic he wanted to discuss with Dumbledore anyway.
But before he could talk about Snape and Malfoy, Dumbledore spoke first. "I heard you met the Minister of Magic during the Christmas holidays?"
"Yes," Harry said. "He doesn't like me very much."
"Yes," Dumbledore sighed. "He doesn't like me either. But we can't sink in pain, Harry, but keep fighting."
Harry grinned.
"He wants me to tell the wizard that the Ministry of Public Magic is doing a great job."
Dumbledore smiled. "This was Fudge's idea at the very beginning. In the last few days of his tenure, in order to keep his position desperately, he sought to meet with you, hoping you could give him some—"
"After Fudge did all those things last year?" Harry said angrily. "After the Umbridge incident?"
"I told Connelly it was impossible, but the idea did not disappear with his departure. We met a few hours after Scrimgeour took office, and he asked me to arrange you to meet with him—"
"That's why you quarrel!" Harry blurted out. "On the board."
"It must be reported occasionally," Dumbledore said. "Maybe it was just an accident. Yes, that's why we quarreled, of course, not all of it. However, it seems that Rufus finally found a way to stop you."
"He accused me of being'Dumbledore's from head to toe'."
"Then he was so rude." "I told him I was." Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. Fox behind Harry let out a low, gentle, sweet scream. He suddenly realized that Dumbledore's bright blue eyes looked a little wet, and he felt extremely embarrassed for a while, so he had to stare at his knees. But when Dumbledore spoke again, his voice was quite calm.
"I am very moved, Harry."
"Scrimgeour wants to know where you went when you weren't at Hogwarts," Harry said, still staring at his knees.
"Yes, he really likes to inquire about that," Dumbledore's voice became cheerful now, and Harry thought it was safe to look up at this time. "He even wanted to send someone to follow me. It's really interesting. He sent Dawlish. This is not very friendly. I have been forced to cast a spell on Dawlish once; I did it again with great apologies. "
"So they still don't know where you are?" Harry asked, hoping to get more information on this interesting question, but Dumbledore just smiled from the top of his half-moon glasses. "Yes, they don't know, and it's not time to tell you. Now, I suggest we continue with the previous content, unless you have something else—?"
"Actually there are, Professor," Harry said. "About Malfoy and Snape."
"It's Professor Snape, Harry."
"Yes, Professor. I overheard Professor Slughorn's conversation... Well, I actually followed them..."
Dumbledore listened to Harry's story blankly. After Harry finished speaking, he was silent for a moment, and then said, "Thank you for telling me this, Harry, but I suggest you forget it. I don't think it is important."
"Not so important?" Harry repeated in disbelief. "Professor, did you understand--?"
"Yes, Harry, I'm fortunate enough to have extraordinary intelligence~EbookFREE.me~ so I understand everything you tell me," Dumbledore said sharply. "I think you should even consider that I might know more than you do. I am glad you can trust me, but I assure you that what you told me did not cause me anxiety."
Harry sat there quietly, but waves arose in his heart, and he glared at Dumbledore. What exactly did it give birth? Now that he had told Dumbledore all these things about Snape, does this mean that it was Draco that Dumbledore sent Snape to investigate? Or was he really worried about what he heard, but pretended to be nonchalant?
"So, Professor," Harry hoped his voice would appear polite and calm, "Do you really trust—?"
"I have answered that question patiently enough," but he didn't sound so patient anymore. "My answer has not changed."
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