Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 421 Monsters
When the McGuffin was flying in the air to fight Voldemort,
There were three fire dragons hovering not far above, and the Romanian dragon trainers (including Charlie Weasley) on their backs were all watching this scene.

The wizards were stunned by the little wizard's behavior, and Dumbledore had ordered them to stay aside and not interfere.

But for Cornelius Fudge, he obviously cared more about Harry—

"Potter!"

At the moment Harry was rolled out by Voldemort and caught by Black and fell, Fudge's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"--Do not!"

This time, Fudge yelled 'heart-piercing' to the extreme.

Anyone can hear the pain and mourning from it.

This is not Cornelius Fudge's acting award, but out of his 'sincere' emotion.

In case Harry dies, it's still in front of his eyes.

——This is tantamount to declaring that Fugui will never even think about entering the Ministry of Magic in this life.

Fortunately, when Fudge stepped to the edge of the corridor and leaned out, he saw the big fat man who just jumped out hugged Harry, and cast a shock-absorbing spell to slowly and safely fall to the ground.

The big belly bounced twice, and Fang Nuo also reduced a lot of impact.

(This caused Fudge to breathe a sigh of relief, calming his pounding heart.)
After that, Fudge, Snape and the others had the leisure to look up at the fight above.

"Hurry up!"

Rita Skeeter excitedly urged the photographer next to him, Bozo, to let him take a picture of the two 'monsters' fighting above.

She asked Bozo to enchant the lens so that it could take a distant shot and make it clearer.

At this time, Fudge and Professor McGonagall also saw——

Above the sky, McGuffin's body is covered with scales, especially the entire head looks like a snake's head.

Coupled with the black translucent flames burning all over his body——compared with the black mist on the opposite side, perhaps this little wizard is more like a monster.

Indeed, there is no more shocking scene than this:

In the night, the three fire dragons hovered in the outer circle, and the black mist and the snake man floated in the air and faced each other——

Such a 'killer' is very rare even in the wizarding world.

No wonder Rita Skeeter was very anxious to urge Bozo to take pictures.

"Professor Snape? McGuffin...he...has the [curse] on him exploded?"

Professor McGonagall stammered and asked Snape intermittently, with a worried look on her face.

"I don't know... maybe you should ask Albus!" Snape frowned and looked down.

As expected, Dumbledore was on the grounds of the castle, and he just watched quietly, as if he didn't intend to make a move.

"Professor Dumbledore, he..."

Rita Skeeter's yelling interrupted Professor McGonagall's inquiry.Her piercing scream caused everyone around her to avoid her left and right.

"Come on, Bozo! We have to beat everyone...Damn it! Werewolves! What are you doing!"

Rita yelled angrily. It turned out that Lupine (the werewolf) came over and snatched the camera from the photographer Bozo's hand with one paw.

She clamored that the werewolf must return the camera quickly, while urging the photographer to get the camera back.

But obviously Bozo didn't have the guts to face a werewolf, so he took a few steps back instead.

Seeing the two monsters above colliding several times, the fight became more and more intense...

Rita Skeeter boldly took two steps, but seeing Lupine (the werewolf) spewing out two white mist from his nostrils, she turned around and came back. Under Bozo's contemptuous gaze, she approached Moody and Fudge, trying to make them threaten the (reasonable) werewolf by virtue of their identities.

Mad-Eye Moody snorted contemptuously, ignoring the curly-haired lion-like female reporter.

And Fudge only vaguely agreed, then hurriedly avoided Rita Skeeter, cast a spell and jumped down outside the castle to see Harry.

Others followed suit.

At the same time, Dumbledore also came to Harry to check.

……

Harry had been woken by a commotion.

He was very dizzy, and felt as if he was lying on his back in the grass, his nose was full of the smell of damp earth and grass, but strangely... there was also some strong burnt smell mixed in.

He felt pain in his chest and back, and the fatigue and soreness of every muscle in his body made him lie on the wet, soft ground unable to move.

Harry tried to distinguish the various sounds ringing in his ears.

"McGuffin, are you okay! Professor..." Professor McGonagall's voice was very worried.

"Albus, do you know what's going on? And Harry..." It was a very clear voice of a wizard.

"Dumbledore, how can your school teach this kind of black magic..." A hoarse, firm, old man's voice.

"Albus take care of that werewolf at your school...my camera must be returned to me now...such a good press material..." a nasty, cloying, raspy female voice said.

"Damn reporter, get out of my school..." Professor McGonagall scolded.

"Thank you so much for saving Harry, I will thank you... By the way, what's your name? I seem to have seen you there, what kind of job do you have at Hogwarts..." It seemed to be the voice of Fudge, Minister of Magic.

The words of Fudge, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and the words of a strange, hoarse, stuttering man lingered back and forth in Harry's ears, sometimes clearly and sometimes vaguely.

Harry heard the name of McGuffin, and he remembered the scene... Hermione being tortured, the Froomes, Death Eaters, Voldemort, Dementors, Honeydukes, and—explosions... All kinds of memories roared in his mind,

He remembered...

Harry was very anxious, he had to tell Fudge, tell Headmaster Dumbledore...it was Voldemort!
He struggled with all his strength to get up, to wake up...but he couldn't even open his eyes, and the scar on Harry's forehead was still burning...

Waves of sound drowned him out, voices everywhere, footsteps, yelling, weeping, shouts of joy, yelling, unreasonable screams... There was also the roar of a fire dragon coming from a distance, and the piercing sound like a construction site... That sound made Harry feel chills all over his body, and a cold feeling permeated his heart and lungs...

After a shudder, Harry opened his eyes.

"Harry! Harry's awake!"

A loud voice roared in surprise, almost suppressing all voices.

In front of Harry was the tall wall of Hogwarts Castle, but why... it was covered with black scorched marks?

And that breach?

Looking at the torn and collapsed wall in the corridor on the fourth floor, Harry was momentarily stunned.

Then he saw Hagrid's tall figure almost blocking all the dark figures pressing behind him in the outer circle.

Only the Minister of Magic, Fudge and Dumbledore were squatting in front of him to check on him. Behind him was Snape with a cold face, and a fat man who was almost twice the size of Snape.

Then came a gray-haired man with a cane, fake eyes, and a scarred face.

The man was holding back some lionhead witch who was staring at Harry feverishly, as if she wanted to kill him alive.

Holding a wand and quill in one hand, a notebook in the other, and a crocodile leather bag on her arm, the woman squeezed out of the crowd, waving her hands and yelling at Fudge.

But the others were not much better, these professor Aurors gathered around to see Harry.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Don't get together here! Aren't you ashamed, I say? A little wizard is up in the sky dealing with some kind of dark monster... and you're here yelling and doing nothing... you're worse than drunkards among Muggles..."

A clear, firm voice came from behind the crowd, slightly stinging the dignity of the Aurors and faculty here.

They all turned their heads and looked back, which guy was talking nonsense here.

Harry also struggled to prop himself up on his elbows, and looked back.

The crowd quickly quieted down, they pulled their faces aside, and parted ways——

"Barty Crouch!"

Harry heard Minister Fudge next to him whisper the name of the person who came with a very disdainful and contemptuous tone.

It was Crouch who came,
According to rumors, this figure who used to be the power center of the Ministry of Magic has regained influence in the Ministry of Magic, (there are rumors that Crouch’s forces have been attacking Fudge these days, saying that he is not worthy of being the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom...)
(These things .
——This small magazine mainly ridicules the various malpractices of the Ministry of Magic, gossip, greed, corruption, and stereotypes... Of course, the Ministry of Magic's struggle for power and profit is indispensable.Percy was especially keen to record the news from above...

Due to the restrictions of the Ministry of Magic, even the "Daily Prophet" can only issue a magazine of this type once a month. )
The 50-year-old wizard was still the same as before, with a straight back and stiff movements, wearing a spotless suit, hairspray to make the hair unruly and shiny,—reminding Harry of the old Draco Malfoy (too bad the old days are gone, that scene... To be honest, Harry still misses it a little...)
With the arrival of Crouch, the chaotic and noisy voices in the figure cleared up.

Fudge may have noticed this, and his face became even uglier.

"Barty! You should know... You should deal with those Death Eaters at [Honey Dukes]. I heard from Moody that there are Death Eaters there..."

Fudge pulled his voice, manipulated his condescending tone, and ordered sternly.

"I know, but I've also heard...there is a secret passage leading to Hogwarts from there, and that...this thing in the sky..."

Kraqi raised his eyebrows and was speechless for a moment. With his more than 50 years of life experience...he really didn't know how to describe the current scene in the sky.

"...In short, I think Hogwarts needs more support here... To be honest, it's true. We didn't expect that there would be so many Aurors and adult wizards, and a little wizard who hadn't graduated, hadn't grown up, and didn't even pass the [Ordinary Wizard Level Certificate] came forward to stop the monsters attacking Hogwarts."

Several wizards who knew the inside story complained in a low voice, "This is not a little wizard, he is simply the second generation of the Dark Lord..."

"Who said that! Who?"

Crouch exclaimed in exasperation, "Don't you have a little honor and dignity?"

"Even a little wizard..."

"Crouch! Stop talking... this is Dumbledore's request!"

Fudge interrupted Barty Crouch loudly, with a 'smile' on his face.

"Albus?" Crouch looked at Dumbledore suspiciously.

"Well, I said it. I also ordered the dragon tamers not to take action..." Dumbledore pointed to the McGuffin who flew back and forth like a superman in the sky, sprinting to fight the black mist monster, and said, "The little wizard has the black magic power absorbed from that monster... I think you can also sense it!"

"It is true that there is an ominous magic power entwined and surged around him, but...how is this possible?" Professor Flitwick screamed in disbelief.

"It's the [God-Invoking Nightmare Curse]... the unique nature of that new spell..."

"When this spell summons the [Guardian Angel] like the [Guardian Charm], and when it summons the [Nightmare], it can devour magic power, especially when monsters that are not closely connected with their own body and are gathered together by magic power...and this is even more so if the caster uses a certain type of magic wand..."

Dumbledore touched the bones of his wand and explained calmly, "In other words, no one is more suitable to deal with that monster than this little wizard."

"So I have to ask him to vent these magic powers, otherwise, these dark magic powers will cause some terrible negative changes to the little wizard's body and mind..."

"Connelly, you've noticed it too!"

"Oh... oh, yes, that's right... I can tell at a glance that something is wrong with the little wizard, but I just didn't take this into consideration!"

Fudge nodded again and again, cooperating with Dumbledore to 'suddenly realize'.

"Then...the mana that this little wizard possesses now is temporary, not what he originally possessed?" Moody asked.

"Yeah!" Dumbledore replied with great certainty.

This made other faculty members and Aurors 'understand' one after another, and they nodded as if everything had been explained.

"I just said it? How could a little wizard have such powerful mana..."

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore did the right thing!"

"..."

The expressions of every face in the crowd relaxed a lot, and they talked one after another.

"So... shall we just watch like this?" Professor McGonagall felt that there was something wrong with Dumbledore's explanation, but she didn't delve into it, and just stared at the sky with great concern and asked.

"Soon... I will stop it myself when the time is right." Dumbledore said calmly.

Listening to the conversation between Dumbledore and Fudge, Harry probably understood the situation. He squinted his eyes and tried to look at the two black spots flying back and forth under the night sky.

(His glasses had already been cracked and blurred from the previous explosion - so Harry had already rested his eyes on his forehead.)
But even with his eyes squinted, he still couldn't see anything.

Harry was very worried about the current situation of McGuffin.

(End of this chapter)