HP Magic Biography

This way there should be no problem! Dumbledore said gently, and he took his hand back, which made Fan Lin feel a little relieved. He was always very nervous when facing Dumbledore.

That's a question about the future, and there's a question about Voldemort. Obviously, these things cannot be disclosed to anyone, which is equivalent to a prediction. The more accurate the prediction, the higher the requirement for the ability of the prophet. In terms of the importance and detail of the incident, if Fan Lin disclosed the battle between Harry and Voldemort to the second person, then what Fan Lin would have to pay would definitely be unbearable for him now, let alone , because of his arrival, the original time has changed a lot.

Up to now, there is a new problem. This problem involves more than just Voldemort's unification of the wizarding world.

Voldemort ruled the wizarding world, at least some of them survived, and he couldn't kill all the Muggles.

However, the creation of the void that opposed Iduun was different.

The guy who can make so many gods pay their lives and cannot be killed, if this thing is allowed to escape, as Iduen said, the threat is no less than facing an ice age,

This matter is obviously not something that Fan Lin can handle alone, but Fan Lin hasn't figured out how to tell Dumbledore, just tell him that he was caught by a snake spirit?

Perhaps memory extraction is a good choice. He can intercept some parts that can be known to Professor Dumbledore. He has not tried Fanlin to use magic to feed his mind, but it won't bother him. Proficient Occlumency allows him to completely control his thoughts and emotions, of course, this is only normal.

Many times people can't control themselves, such as Harry's hatred, Snape facing Lily, Fan Lin facing Hermione and so on.

Fan Lin is very glad that he is a cat now, so that he doesn't have to talk, and if he speaks too much, he will lose his words. This sentence makes a lot of sense.

Professor Dumbledore,

He... really? Is it okay? Hermione asked cautiously. Although the blood stains on the hair were cleaned up and no new blood stains appeared, the girl still seemed very worried.

Miss Granger can send him to Madam Pomfrey later, I think our little guest needs further examination. Dumbledore said, he stood up straight.

However, before that, I think we should solve other things first, for example, Sirius Black!

Harry's heart arose immediately, and this was the last problem he wanted to face. No matter how long the delay was, the problem of Sirius had to be resolved before dawn. Fudge was already very impatient. After Min left, he had already urged Dumbledore several times. Harry knew that as long as Peter did not stand in front of Cornelius Fudge, Sirius would not escape the inevitable end no matter what.

On the contrary, Fudge seemed very happy. Although Dumbledore delayed the completion of his goal a lot, this is not unacceptable. What he values ​​is the result. As long as he can achieve his goal, he will be relieved of his inauguration. A crisis and a Ministry of Magic crisis would be fine.

Ah, indeed, Miss Granger... Cornelius Fudge said hastily, he was afraid that Dumbledore would change his mind.

It seems that there is nothing serious about your pet. If you are worried, I can introduce you to a good healer. The cat's injury is not difficult for a wizard, isn't it... In comparison, I think it is still Dealing with the dangerous Sirius is much more important.

Indeed, some things need to be resolved! said Dumbledore, who seemed to agree with Fudge's idea.

Oh, Albus, it's great of you to think that, maybe you can open up the defenses now, or, let those Aurors come up, and we can send Sirius back to Azkaban first, you Escort in person, 7 and then we can have a drink at the Ministry of Magic, uh... 'How about the coffee? Someone sent me some good coffee beans...'

Oh, that's such an honor, the treasure of the Minister of Magic, the coffee must be very fragrant! Dumbledore said, turning around so that he could take care of both sides.

If you like, I can give you some. Fudge smiled, he looked very relaxed, he shrugged his shoulders, and then let out a long sigh of relief, Then what are we waiting for, put the protective cover on now Open it, I promise those dementors won't mess around, not to mention you are here... I think I can get someone to prepare coffee for me, after all, I have to grind it myself...

Oh, yes, yes, they won't mess around... Dumbledore nodded and said, But, Connelly, I don't think I'll have time to enjoy these coffees tonight.

Cornelius Fudge was taken aback for a moment, he didn't know what Dumbledore wanted to say, refused his invitation?

Dumbledore looked at the white cat transformed by Fan Lin, he didn't say anything, but Dumbledore's meaning was clearly conveyed.

Originally, Fan Lin lay comfortably in Hermione's arms, a rare opportunity, but Dumbledore's gaze made him feel very uncomfortable.

Fan Lin twisted slightly in Hermione's arms, then stretched his head towards Hermione's robe.

Ah, don't move around... Hermione felt her face was hot, but Fan Lin had already put his head into her pocket, and she could clearly feel Fan Lin's head moving in her pocket. It made her feel very itchy.

Come out! Hermione said angrily. She grabbed the fur on Fan Lin's neck with her hands. She knew where to catch a cat without pain. This was all practiced on Crookshanks, but Crookshanks is not as clingy to her as Fan Lin.

Hermione pulled gently with her hand, and Fan Lin, who was still playing tricks in Hermione's pocket, was pulled out mercilessly by Hermione, and there was a small brown bottle on Fan Lin's mouth. It was pretending to be the fruit of his night's labor, and Peter Pedilou was lying in it, not sure if he was dead or not.

But it is not a problem in front of Dumbledore, as long as Peter is not dead, then what he knows will not be a secret.

Oh, it looks like today's results should be in this bottle, and it's not like waiting for such a long time in vain, right?

Dumbledore smiled and looked at Fan Lin on the ground. He stretched out his hand slightly, and the brown medicine bottle that had been rolling on the ground fell into Dumbledore's hand.

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