HP Magic Biography

Killing Dumbledore, it was a horrible thought, but that was exactly how Harry was feeling right now, Voldemort was affecting him all the time.

However, it doesn't seem to be so important now, no one died, but some people were injured, and Voldemort didn't really get the prophecy ball, at least it seems acceptable, but what is the specific situation...

But for Fan Lin, Harry's return to Hogwarts was the most important thing. As for the others, that was something Dumbledore needed to consider.

However, the only one who regrets is that Fudge came so fast that neither Sister Dan nor Dumbledore felt the power of death in Voldemort.

And what Harry said, the other thing Voldemort needed didn't appear in front of their eyes, and no one could be sure whether Voldemort got what he wanted.

Maybe it's the body of the Grim Reaper, or...

The Department of Mysteries kept a lot of ancient magic items, most of which were not disclosed to the public, which also made it impossible for Fan Lin to start. There are always many things that Fan Lin cannot understand about the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

For example, in the hall of death, in the basic description, the door is the boundary between life and death.

Harry told him that he could hear some people's voices when he was in the Hall of Death, and whose...

Maybe it's a soul that has died long ago, but in short, strange things can be encountered there.

It looked like a death chamber, after the trial, kicked in the other end of the door, and even the body could not be left behind.

As for whether the other side of the door is really connected to the world of the dead, no one can confirm this.

Perhaps what Voldemort needed was behind that door, and he just had to walk in.

But Malfoy had people search the Halls of Time...

Is it because of the time magic?

It is undeniable that this is very attractive, but Fan Lin can't think of any way to let the Death Eaters take that thing out of the Department of Mysteries.

The cycle of life and death consumes a person's vitality. That enchanted Death Eater will never end well. Fan Lin can assure you that until now that unlucky Death Eater is still lying under the glass cover .

No Auror would dare to remove him unless the magic research was understood.

But the problem is, even if it is the magic that the silent man who keeps the hall of time can't understand, who can save the unlucky guy.

However, the fighting and talking all night exhausted the last sliver of energy of several people, and Fan Lin had to follow Harry honestly to report to Madam Pomfrey.

In battle, injuries are naturally unavoidable. Although one has avoided a fatal curse, some injuries are also unavoidable.

As for Voldemort's matter, the success of the plan gave them more time, at least it didn't have to be so urgent, but the old bat in Cappadocia probably died, although theoretically they never lived, But according to Hermione, that guy was lying in Sirius' guest room and never woke up after drinking a large pot of dragon's blood.

It feels as natural as sipping on a big pitcher of yogurt before bed.

It is worth mentioning that the return of Voldemort had a great impact on Fudge.

In a brief statement on Friday night, Minister for Magic Connelly Fudge confirmed that You-Know-Who has returned to the country and is once again active.

I'm sorry to announce that the wizard who called himself Lord So-and-so...you know who I mean...he's alive and back among us again, Fudge, looking tired and embarrassed, told reporters . I also regret to announce that there has been a massive rebellion among the dementors in Azkaban, and they are unwilling to continue to be employed by the Ministry of Magic. We believe that the dementors are now obeying the command of You-Know-Who.

We strongly urge all wizards to remain vigilant.

The Ministry of Magic is printing a booklet on Basic Defense for Families and Individuals, which will be distributed free to wizarding families over the next month.

The Ministry of Magic's statement caused panic among the wizarding crowd, who had just received assurances from the Ministry as recently as last Wednesday: All the talk that You-Know-Who is working among us is sheer nonsense.

As for what caused the Ministry of Magic to make a 180-degree turn, it is still unknown. What everyone knows now is that on Thursday night, the mysterious man led a group of his faithful believers (that is, the Death Eaters). Enter the Ministry of Magic. Albus, who has just recently resumed the title of principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the title of member of the International Union of Magic, and the title of chairman of the Wizarding Association. Dumbledore, so far, has not expressed any opinion. For the past year, he has maintained that You-Know-Who is not dead, as widely hoped and believed, but is recruiting followers again in an attempt to make a comeback. During the period, the boy who escaped from the dead......

It's about you, Harry. I knew they were going to get you into it, said Hermione, watching Harry from above the newspaper. They are in the school hospital. Harry sat at the end of Ron's bed, and Hermione sat at the head of Van Lin's bed, and the few of them listened to Hermione reading the front page of the Daily Prophet.

It's impossible for the Ministry of Magic to let Harry go. At least they have to divert their attention to minimize the adverse effects played by the Ministry of Magic in this incident. What's more, doing so is not without benefits for Harry.

I'd rather not... Harry shook his head, feeling very annoyed by Fudge's actions, which could have been resolved earlier, but only now, when Voldemort really appeared in front of everyone, and was about to hurt him. When they were there, Fudge could barely accept the fact that Voldemort had returned.

Ginny was curled up at the end of her bed, her ankle had been healed by Madam Pomfrey; Neville, whose nose had returned to its original shape, sat on a chair between the two beds; By the way, I was clutching the latest issue of Fapping magazine, looking upside down, obviously not listening to what Hermione was saying.

Speaking of which, Harry was still quite guilty. His friends were tortured by Tafel because of him. Fortunately, Tafel escaped early after receiving the news, which also prevented them from receiving too much punishment.

He's 'the boy who got away with it' again now, isn't he? said Ron sullenly. It's no longer a demagogic show off, huh?

He grabbed a handful of chocolate frogs from the pile on the bedside cupboard, threw some at Harry, Ginny, and Neville, and tore open the wrapping paper with his teeth. There are still a few deep scars on his forearm, which are the injuries caused by Tarfel's spell. According to Madam Pomfrey, the flesh around Ron's wound is somewhat infected, and they have to stay obediently. Here, to make sure no accidents will happen again.

Yes, they're raving about you now, Harry, said Hermione, scanning the article. A lone voice calling for the truth, still considered insane, never wavering from his position, forced to endure ridicule and slander.

Well, she frowned, I don't think they mentioned it, but it was they who did the mocking and slander in the Daily Prophet.

The Ministry of Magic often does this. In fact, I'm not surprised at all. Fan Lin wanted to hug Heng Mo's shoulder, but when he raised his hand, he had to pull back.

He was hit by Bellatrix's spell and broke two ribs. Although Madam Pomfrey was treating him, it still made Fanlin very tired. He didn't want to stay in the hospital, although Hermione accompanied him. With him, if possible, at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, or at his own home, or worse, in the Gryffindor common room...

Be honest! Hermione patted Fan Lin's hand, then poked Fan Lin's ribs with her fingers, This is the end.

You-Know-Who's Last Plot Killed - Pages Two to Four; What the Ministry of Magic Should Have Tell Us - Page Five; Why Nobody Listened to Albus. Dumbledore's - Pages Six to Eight; Ha Leigh Potter's Exclusive Interview - Page Nine. Looks like... Hermione folded the paper and tossed it aside, they've got something to write about now. That interview wasn't exclusive either, months back It was in The Quibbler before.

Dad sold it to them, Luna said vaguely, flipping through a page of the magazine. He sold it for a good price. We can go to Sweden this summer and see if we can catch rumple-horedsora.

Hermione seemed to struggle for a while, before finally saying, That sounds good.

Ginny smiled, glanced at Harry's eyes and quickly looked away.

So, Hermione sat up a little more, then flinched, can any of you tell the two of us what's going on at school?

Professor Flitwick got Fred and George's swamp out in three seconds. But he left a small piece under the window and roped it around—

Why? Hermione asked in surprise.

He said it was great magic. Ginny shrugged.

I think he's keeping that as a memorial to Fred and George, said Ron, stuffing his mouthful of chocolate. They gave it all to me, he said to Harry, pointing to a large pile of chocolate frogs nearby. Got to do something other than magic joke shops, right?

Hermione looked disapproving, So, when Dumbledore comes back, is there no trouble?

Yes, said Neville, everything is back to normal.

I think Filch's happy now, eh? asked Ron, leaning a Dumbledore's playing card against his water jug.

On the contrary, said Ginny, actually he was really, really disappointed, she kept her voice low, and he kept saying that Umbridge was the best thing ever at Hogwarts. The seven of them turned their heads together.

Professor Umbridge was lying on a bed opposite, staring straight at the ceiling.

After returning, Dumbledore ran into the Black Forest alone and rescued her from the centaur. As for how he did it... How did he rescue Professor Umbridge from those trees without being hurt... …

No one knew, and of course Professor Ambridge couldn't say. She had not—at least as far as they knew—said a word since her return to the castle. No one knew what happened to her either. Her mouse-gray hair, which was always perfectly neat, was now a mess, and there were even some twigs and leaves in it, but she didn't seem to care.

Madam Pomfrey said she was terrified, said Hermione quietly.

I'd rather be pissed off, said Ginny.

That's right, if you try, you'll find she's still alive. Ron said with a groaning sound. Professor Umbridge sat up straight and looked around.

What's the matter, Professor Ambridge? Madam Pomfrey asked, sticking her head out.

Umbridge sank back into the pillow. I must have been dreaming.

Hermione and Ginny laughed and put the sheets over their mouths.

Speaking of which, this was still her masterpiece, and Umbridge was imprisoned by the centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest whom she and Fan Lin had brought to for more than a month.

For Umbridge, this is definitely something that will have a huge impact on her outlook on life and the world.

Speaking of centaurs, Hermione asked after a short laugh, who is our prophecy teacher now? Is Florence still there?

He'll stay, said Harry. The others wouldn't welcome him back, would they?

Looks like he's teaching with Trelawney, said Ginny.

I bet Dumbledore wishes he'd better never see Troyne again, said Ron, chewing his fourteenth chocolate frog. Let me remind you, if you ask me what isn't rubbish in prophecy class, I'd say Florence isn't that bad.

How can you say that? Hermione demanded him, after we found out that there are real prophecies?

Harry's heart beat suddenly faster. He hasn't told Ron, Hermione, or anyone else what the Prophecy Ball means, but of course, Hermione knows it, and Van Lin told them that when Harry was facing Voldemort, he just threw the Prophecy Ball broke.

Harry didn't say much.

He didn't want to see their faces when he told them that he would inevitably be a murderer or be killed.

It's a shame it's broken, said Hermione softly, shaking her head.

That's right, said Ron, but at least You-Know-Who has no way of knowing what's in there—where are you going?

he added, watching Harry stand up in a mixture of surprise and disappointment.

Well, to Hagrid's, said Harry, you know he's just come back, and I promised to go see him and tell him how you two are doing.

Oh well, said Ron sullenly, looking out at the clear blue sky, wish we could go too.

Say him hello for us! cried Hermione, watching Harry go outside. Ask him about, about that little friend of his!

Harry waved his hand to show he heard, and left the room. Even on a Sunday, the castle seemed too quiet. Everyone was out on the sunny playground, enjoying the end of exams and the anticipation of the last few days of term without homework. Harry walked slowly down the empty hallway, looking out the window; he could see people scattered on the Quidditch pitch in twos and threes, and some swimming with giant squid in the lake. He found it difficult to determine whether he wanted to be with people; when he was with them he wanted to leave, and when he was alone he wanted to be with them. He thought maybe he should really check on Hagrid, they hadn't had a good talk since coming.