Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 432 Hogwarts
"Mr. Dumbledore," Scrimgeour called to him.

Dumbledore turned his head and looked towards the fireplace.

Fox was startled by the human head in the green flames, flapped his wings and flew away.

"Ah, Rufus, what do you want from me?" Dumbledore walked in and asked.

Scrimgeour spoke quickly: "Mr. Dumbledore, bad news. There is a group of goblins rebelling with a number of at least one hundred, and now they have seized Gringotts."

"And with the rebel goblins there are Death Eaters."

"The Dark Mark has appeared above Gringotts!"

Dumbledore frowned.

"Mr. Dumbledore, the wizarding world needs your rescue now." Scrimgeour took a deep breath, slowed down his speech, and said solemnly, "And Mr. Potter."

"Only you can solve this matter."

He did not hesitate.

Although it was embarrassing for a Minister of Magic to do so, he knew very well that his face was nothing compared to the peace of the wizarding world.

Could it be that to save face, he can solve this big trouble by himself?

Do I want to be reduced to someone like Cornelius Fudge?
Dumbledore shook his head.

Scrimgeour was taken aback.

What does it mean to shake your head?
"Harry is not at Hogwarts now." Dumbledore said softly, "Because of some special reasons, I can't leave Hogwarts now either."

Scrimgeour's eyes were blank.

My mind was completely messed up, it was over, I couldn't count on the two Dinghaishen needles I relied on this time.

"Don't panic, Rufus." Dumbledore reassured him.

Scrimgeour shook his head: "I can't stop panicking, Mr. Dumbledore, neither you nor Mr. Potter can help, the Ministry of Magic alone can't deal with that large group of goblins, let alone a powerful Death Eaters."

Dumbledore said softly: "Perhaps, that Death Eater is not a powerful wizard."

Scrimgeour looked at him: "Crouch doesn't seem like a man to deal with."

"Crouch was caught by Harry a long time ago," Dumbledore said, "and he is still imprisoned in Hogwarts."

Scrimgeour was startled, he had never heard of this news before.

"The dark wizard in Gringotts is not Crouch." Dumbledore said softly, "The other powerful Death Eaters died long ago. You know that in Malfoy Manor."

Scrimgeour nodded: "So what we have to deal with is goblins."

"Harry will be back soon, too," Dumbledore reminded him.

Scrimgeour regained his composure: "I see, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Then I'll go to Gringotts first."

"However, I still hope that you and Mr. Potter will come to support after you finish your work."

He said goodbye to Dumbledore, his head disappearing into the flames, the green color turning orange again.

Dumbledore pushed back his glasses and stared at the flames.

Mighty Death Eaters at Gringotts
Undoubtedly, it was Snape.

To make such a big commotion, do you want to lure yourself out of Hogwarts?

This is similar to the guess I made with Harry before.

What did Voldemort think of Hogwarts.

With a wave of his hand, the Marauder's Map hanging on the wall flew over and landed in his hand. He sat by the fireplace and stared at it seriously.

Hogsmeade.

Screaming outside the shack.

Karkaroff Apparated, wearing a pointed wizard hat, covering the Ravenclaw diadem.

Voldemort peered out at the world through his eyes.

"Familiar breath." He said in a low voice and laughed.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his wand and waved it lightly.

Complex spells were cast one after another, falling on him.

Crouch had spoken to him.

Both Potter and Dumbledore hold a map that can show the names of all the people who appear in Hogwarts.

Crouch is a little hard to understand how they did this.

But with Voldemort's insight and his knowledge, it is not difficult to understand.

The book of admission, the pen of acceptance.

These two magical props that have signed a contract with Hogwarts can achieve this as long as part of the contract is put on the map.

Very ingenious method.

but.
Now that the principle is known, there is a way to crack it.

Although the spells he cast for himself could not completely prevent the contract from taking effect, they were enough for concealment.

After all, he came here to achieve his goal.

It's not for studying here.

When all the spells were cast, Karkaroff had a strange gray texture on his body.

He went to Hogwarts along the very familiar road that he had traveled for four years.

The population gradually thinned out, and at the end, a locked iron gate and two stone statues blocked the way to move on.

The two stone statues poked their heads and glanced at Karkaroff, but did not respond.

They guard here.

Prevent little wizards from leaving the school outside of weekends, and prevent unauthorized outsiders from entering the school.

but.
The principle of the magic power on them is no different from that of the Marauder's Map. People are identified through contracts.

And Voldemort hid himself, escaped from the contract.

In the eyes of the stone statue.

He's just an unusually large tumbleweed, or a normal animal with no magic powers, or anything else that's not threatening.

Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at the iron door.

Ahora opened.

Basic spells learned in first grade.

Now he's back at Hogwarts, repurposing it on Hogwarts.

The door was opened, but the stone statues remained unmoved.

Voldemort walked in, following the Black Lake, all the way to Hogwarts Castle, but not too close.

He manipulates Karkaroff into taking off his hat and throwing it into the water.

With a wave of the magic wand, a golden and chest-high platform is conjured.

He put his wand on the table.

He took off the Ravenclaw crown again, and placed it on the stage with solemnity.

After taking off the crown, Karkaroff seemed to regain some consciousness, and his eyes became frightened.

But the body still can't move.

"Your consciousness seems to be stronger than I thought." The voice came from the crown, a little surprised.

"Lord, master." Karkaroff's voice came through his teeth.

"Karkaroff, my dear friend." Voldemort sighed, "I thought you would be my best helper."

"But when I lost power, you were the first to betray me."

Karkaroff's expression and voice were aggrieved: "No, master, I don't, I just."

"Just what?" interrupted Voldemort with a sneer, "hibernate and wait for my return?"

The Karkaroff chick pecked at the rice and nodded.

"Really?" Voldemort said softly, "Then let me prove your loyalty to me, Karkaroff."

"Contribute your power to my resurrection."

he said.

Karkaroff's expression became even more frightened.

He felt that the magic power in his body was draining, quickly flowing towards the golden platform.

(End of this chapter)