Vol 2 Chapter 325: Sorry, Fudge, you have to wait!

"That should be no problem!" Dumbledore said gently, and he put his hand back, which made Fanlin breathe a little, he was always very nervous when facing Dumbledore.
It was about the future, and that was about Voldemort. Obviously, these things cannot be revealed to anyone, which is equivalent to a prediction. The more accurate the prediction, the higher the requirements for the ability of the prophet. According to the importance of the incident and the level of detail, if there is a fight between Harry and Voldemort, if Fanlin reveals to the second person, then what Fanlin has to pay is definitely something he cannot afford now, not to mention. Because of his arrival, the original time has changed a lot.
Now, there is a new question. This question involves more than just Voldemort unifying the wizarding world.
Voldemort ruled the wizarding world, at least some people could survive, and he couldn't kill all the Muggles.
However, it is not the same as the void creation against Yitun.
The guy who can make so many gods give their lives and cannot kill, if this thing is allowed to run out, what Yitun said, the threat is no less than facing an ice age.
Obviously, this matter cannot be handled by Fanlin alone, but Fanlin has not yet figured out how to talk to Dumbledore, telling him directly that he was caught by a snake disease?
Perhaps memory extraction is a good choice. He can intercept some parts that Professor Dumbledore can know, and he hasn't tried to use magical decoy to read Fanlin, but it doesn't trouble him. Skilled Occlumency allows him to fully control his thoughts and emotions, of course, this is just normal.
Many times people can't control themselves, such as Harry's hatred, Snape facing Lily, Fanlin facing Hermione and so on.
Fanlin is very thankful that he is a cat now, so he doesn't have to talk, and he will lose more words. This sentence is very reasonable.
"Professor Dumbledore, is he...really okay?" Hermione asked carefully. Although seeing the blood on the fur cleaned up, and no new blood appeared, the girl still looked very good. worry.
"Miss Granger can take him to Madam Pomfrey in a moment. I think our little guest needs further inspection." Dumbledore said, and he straightened up.
"However, before that, I think we should solve other things first, such as Sirius Black!"
Harry's heart was raised immediately. This is also the last problem he wants to face. No matter how long the delay, Sirius’s problem must be solved before dawn. Fudge is already very impatient. After Min left, he had urged Dumbledore several times, and Harry knew that as long as Peter did not stand in front of Cornelius Fudge, then Sirius would not escape the mortal end anyway.
On the contrary, Fudge seemed very happy. Although Dumbledore delayed the completion of his goal a lot, this was not unacceptable. He focused on the result, as long as he could achieve the goal, and then dismissed him from office. The crisis and the crisis of the Ministry of Magic are just fine.
"Ah, indeed, Miss Granger..." Connelly Fudge said quickly, afraid that Dumbledore would change his mind.
"It seems that there is nothing wrong with your pet. If you don’t worry, I can introduce a good medical practitioner to you. The cat’s injury can’t be difficult for a wizard, isn’t it... In comparison, I think it’s still Dealing with the dangerous Sirius is much more important."
"Indeed, there are things that need to be resolved!" Dumbledore said, and he seemed to agree with Fudge.
"Oh, Albus, it's great for you to think that way. Maybe you can turn on the defense now, or, let those Aurors come up, we can send Sirius back to Azkaban first, you I can it in person, 7 and then we can have a drink at the Ministry of Magic, uh...o39; how about the coffee? Someone else gave me some high-quality coffee beans..."
"Oh, that's such an honor, the minister's treasure, the coffee I want to grind must be very fragrant!" Dumbledore said, and he turned around so that he could take care of both.
"If you like it, I can give you some." Fudge laughed. He looked very relaxed. He shrugged his shoulders and let out a long sigh of relief. "Then what are we waiting for? Put the protective cover on now. Open it, I promise that those dementors will not mess around, let alone you are here... I think I can have someone help me prepare coffee, after all, I have to grind it by myself..."
"Oh, yeah, yeah, they won't mess around..." Dumbledore nodded and said, "but, Connelly, I don't think I have time to enjoy these coffee tonight."
Cornelius Fudge was taken aback for a moment. He didn't know what Dumbledore wanted to say, and refused his invitation?
Dumbledore looked at the white cat that Van Lin had changed. He didn't say anything, but Dumbledore's meaning was clearly conveyed.
Originally, Fan Lin was lying comfortably in Hermione's arms, a rare opportunity, but Dumbledore's gaze made him feel very uncomfortable.
Fanlin twisted slightly in Hermione's arms, and then stretched his head toward Hermione's robe.
"Ah, don't move..." Hermione felt her face hot, but Fanlin had already put her head in her pocket, and she clearly felt Fanlin's head move in her pocket. This made her feel very itchy.
"Come out!" Hermione said angrily~EbookFREE.me~ She grabbed the fur on Fanlin's neck with her hand. She knew where the cat would not hurt. It was all in Crookshanks. She was trained on her body, but Crookshanks was not as sticky to her as Fanlin.
Hermione gently tugged with her hand, and Van Lin, who was still in Hermione’s pocket, was mercilessly pulled out by Hermione, and there was a small brown bottle on Van Lin’s mouth. Pretending to be the fruits of his work all night, Peter Pediru was lying there, not knowing if he was dead.
But it wasn't a problem in front of Dumbledore, as long as Peter hadn't died completely, then everything he knew would no longer be a secret.
"Oh, it looks like today's result should be in this bottle, and it's not like waiting for so long in vain. Are you right?"
Dumbledore smiled and looked at Fanlin on the ground. With a gentle stretch of his hand, the brown medicine bottle that had originally rolled on the ground fell into Dumbledore's hand.
　　
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