Vol 2 Chapter 670: Dumbledore's office

"Dumbledore, I'm afraid I can't see the connection between the two, I can't see it at all!" This was the voice of Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.
"Neutth said that Percy’s best thing is to get lost. We should have found her now, I admit, but it’s all the same. We have no evidence of cheating or private dirty transactions. Dumbledore, at all No. How could her disappearance be linked to Crouch's accident?"
"Then what do you think happened to Crouch, Mr. Minister?" said Moody's low voice.
"I think there are two possibilities, Alastor," Fudge said. "One is that Crouch ended up having schizophrenia-judging from his personal record, I think you agree that he is more than just like-insane. , And wandering around—"
"Then he wanders really fast, if that's true, Connelly." Dumbledore said calmly.
"Or..." Fudge's voice sounded embarrassing.
"Okay. I have to see where he was found to draw a conclusion, but you said it's not far from Boothbarton's carriage? Dumbledore, do you know that woman?"
"I think she is a very conscientious headmistress—and she dances very well," Dumbledore said flatly.
"Dumbledore, all right!" Fudge said angrily. "You shouldn't be particularly fond of her because of Hagrid. They are not harmless-if, in fact, you can say that Hagrid is harmless Harmful, even if the monster is following him—"
"I treat them both equally. I neither doubt Hagrid nor Mrs. Maxim." Dumbledore remained calm and composed. "I think it's your prejudice, Connelly."
"Can we pause the discussion first?" Moody growled.
"Okay, okay, let's go to the forest together." Connelly said impatiently.
"No, I didn't mean this." Moody said, "Because Potter and Al want to say a few words to you, Dumbledore. They are just outside the door."
The door of the office opened.
Fanlin sorted it out, and the eavesdropping probably ended here.
"Hello, Al, Potter," Moody said. "Come in."
Harry walked in.
He had been in Dumbledore's office before; it was a very beautiful round room with pictures of Hogwarts headmasters and his wife lined up on the wall. They all slept soundly, their chests undulating slightly.
Fudge stood by Dumbledore's table, wearing his usual pinstriped coat and a gray-green bowler hat.
"Harry!" Fudge called forward happily. "How are you?"
"Very good!" Harry lied. "We are talking about what Mr. Crouch was found in the forest that night." Law said: "You found him, right?"
"No, it's Fanlin..." Harry said.
Then, he felt that it was impolite to pretend that he hadn't heard their conversation outside the door just now. He added: "I didn't see Mrs. Massim everywhere. Maybe she has work to do, right?"
Dumbledore stood behind Fudge and smiled at him, blinking.
"Really." Fudge looked embarrassed, he made a mistake about who he found, and then Maxim was absent again.
Fanlin raised his head to look at Dumbledore, Dumbledore's eyes flat.
Fudge smiled awkwardly at Fanlin. Between Harry and Fanlin, he was more optimistic about Harry, but Fanlin's identity...
"We are going to the forest for a while, Harry, Al, so please forgive me... Maybe you go back to the classroom first—"
"I want to talk to you, Professor." Fanlin said quickly, looking at Dumbledore, who gave him a questioning look.
"Wait for me here, you," said Dumbledore, "we will be back soon, it won't take too long."
They went out together and closed the door.
After a minute or two, Harry heard the sound of Moody's wooden legs hitting the ground further and further away, and he looked around.
Fanlin had completely relaxed, "You can take a look, Harry." Then, Fanlin took out some small pastries.
"Would you like some snacks?" Fanlin said. For Dumbledore's office, Fanlin lost his curiosity early. He came more than once, and even discussed with these principals.
"Forget it." Harry grinned reluctantly. "I'd better take a look."
Fanlin nodded, Harry really needed to relax.
"Hello, Fox." Fanlin stood up, and then took Fox's food and fed it.
Fox, the professor's phoenix bird, was standing on the golden perch by the door. It is as big as a swan, and its bright red and golden feathers are very beautiful.
It was moving its long tail in the sand, and looked at them affectionately.
Harry sat down at Dumbledore's table.
For several minutes, he sat there watching the old principal and his wife napping in the frame, thinking about what he had just heard, and touching his scar with his hand, now it doesn't hurt anymore.
He felt calmer, because he was already in Dumbledore’s office, and soon he could tell him about the dream. Harry raised his head and looked at the wall behind the desk: the patch was full, and the torn hat was on. On a shelf, next to it was a glass box, which contained a very beautiful silver sword with a big ruby ​​key on the handle. He recognized that this was the one he pulled out of his hat in the second grade. The sword, it once belonged to Godric Griffindor, the builder of the house where Harry lived.
He stared at it, remembering how much it had helped him when he was desperate ~ EbookFREE.me~.
At this time he noticed a small piece of silver light jumping on the glass box, flickering. He looked around, trying to find out the source of the light, and then he saw a silvery white light shining from a black cabinet behind him because the cabinet door was not closed properly.
Harry hesitated and glanced at Fox and Fanlin. Fanlin didn't mean to come, he was having fun with Fox.
Harry paused, then stood up and walked to the cabinet and opened the door.
A shallow stone basin was placed there with weird carvings on the edge, like some weird letters and symbols, which Harry didn’t recognize; the silver light came from what’s in the basin, it didn’t look like Ha Anything Lee has seen before.
He doesn't even know this substance.
Is it liquid or gas, it has a bright silvery white color, and it is still moving; its surface ripples like a wind across the water, but like a cloud, it separates for a while and spins for a while.
It was like a liquid of light-and a solid of wind-it was difficult for Harry to tell.