I, Hogwarts Second Week

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Many stories happen here. Looking back now it seems like a dream.

Vaguely out of reach.

Just when Harry was about to take a look elsewhere, suddenly, a voice came from behind him.

He stood up suddenly, and his head hit the low door frame with a loud bang.

After a pause and a few curses using Uncle Vernon's favorite expletives, Harry stumbled back into the kitchen, his head in his hands, and into the living room.

"Yo?"

Owen quickly walked to the stairs and said to the utility room that is now there, "Check in to the famous attraction - the place where dreams begin!"

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Harry was confused by Owen's sudden words.

However, he was already used to Owen's lack of tone, but what surprised him was that it was not Kingsley but Mad-Eye Moody who came here.

"How could it be you? Alone?" Harry rubbed his head vigorously, crying and laughing on his face.

"What? You don't welcome me here?" Owen began to look at the room, minding his own business.

In the past, he just glanced at them casually like a revolving door when passing by in a car on the street.

I followed Dumbledore here last year, and I only sat in the living room and never saw him anywhere else.

The room may have been extra clean because most of the things were moved away. Although the carpet was covered with dust, it must have been left behind when the furniture was moved.

It has to be said that although the Dursleys are very annoying, they are very clean and have a kind of old-fashioned neatness. Including the garden outside the park.

In this regard, the Burrow is no match for this place.

"There's me too!" At this time, someone else came in from outside.

It was Hermione - she trotted into the living room and threw her arms around Harry.

Ron followed and patted him on the back.

Koatl looked on.

"Hey - what are you doing!" It was Ginny - she ran over quickly, glared at Hermione, and then gave Harry a hug.

"I'm jealous of her." The twins walked in arm-in-arm, "Really, we are still here, how long do you want to hug us!"

Just when Ginny was about to kiss Harry's cheek, George and Fred couldn't bear it anymore, and they pushed her away from her left and right.

Harry smiled awkwardly, and Ginny - she wanted to bite her two brothers.

"Well, they insisted on coming." Owen raised his hand and said helplessly, "The plan has changed. Kingsley and Moody were replaced by me."

"What's going on?" Harry led them all into the kitchen. Everyone was laughing and chatting, sitting on chairs, sitting on Aunt Petunia's polished kitchen worktop, or leaning on her spotless utensils. Ron, thin and tall; Hermione, with thick hair braided into a long braid on the back of her head; Fred and George, grinning exactly the same; Ginny, with a face full of joy, always looking at Harry; Koatl crossed his arms and stared at the stairs.

Owen seemed to be in much better spirits.

There was a smile on the red cheeks. Her hair was also meticulously tied into a long ponytail.

"Manpower - manpower!" Owen said. "The Muggle Prime Minister needs a lot of manpower! Coatelle has to become one of the wizards to protect Mr. Harker. It was not her job originally."

Ron's face instantly became unhappy.

He had already guessed that the Muggle Prime Minister must have deliberately used this trick to deceive the "wizard advisors" headed by Koatl. If a war really broke out, how could these people do nothing?

Lee Jordan and Cedric both suffered this loss.

"The Ministry of Magic has made some moves." George explained on the side. "Rufus Scrimgeour went to war. The battle at King's Cross Station caused him some injuries."

"I thought he was dead!" Ron pursed his lips.

Fred took over the conversation and continued: "He has brought a lot of trouble to the Order of the Phoenix. He has classified many practices as illegal and will be jailed if caught, such as: connecting this house to the Floo network, Putting a door key here or apparating in and out is said to prevent Death Eaters from infiltrating."

"Haha - the Ministry of Magic has been infiltrated into a sieve. If he has the energy, he should take care of whether his subordinates have been replaced." George complained disdainfully, "Anyway, the Ministry of Magic cannot be trusted. Harry. We don't I'll pick you up in a big way."

"This" Harry frowned. He had never trusted the Ministry of Magic. Think about what the Ministry of Magic has done over the years.

How reassuring is this?

"Of course these are not the most important." Owen waved his hand, "Rufus Scrimgeour still has some backbone, at least he himself has not defected to the Death Eaters, nor has he told anyone else about the location here. But we all have no doubt that most of the people in the Ministry of Magic should be Tom.

Harry, you're not an adult yet, which means you still have traces of it on you. If there are magical fluctuations in you or around you. The Ministry of Magic can detect it. Although they won't directly associate you with you, they will send someone to check, and you will be exposed at that time. "

"And the Order of the Phoenix can't wait until you become an adult and disappear to pick you up, because then you will lose all the protection your mother left for you."

"So what should we do?" Harry asked. "Leave by bus?"

"It's not that troublesome." Owen chuckled and took out a fist-sized clock from the bag on his waist.

The finger moved the only hand to five o'clock.

Then hang it on the wall.

Gradually, the clock slowly blended into the wall, and countless strange patterns emerged. These patterns showed extremely regular shapes. They are combined to create a simple door.

"Peng——" With a muffled sound, the door transformed from two dimensions to three dimensions.

"Just open any door," Irving said.

"Huh?" Harry was very surprised. Countless ingenious plans that might be implemented flashed through his mind, but he never expected that the reality would be so easy.

"Can't I use the door key?"

"Any door is not a door key." Owen said, "They are very different, fundamentally different. Well - you don't understand the principle, but you can definitely understand one thing, that is, the arbitrary door uses The ancient magic power activates it, but the ancient magic power will not trigger the trace silk."

"Oh - is that so?" Harry said blankly.

"Stop talking." Hermione urged from the side. "Mrs. Weasley has prepared dinner."

Ron stepped forward and pushed open the door.

The twins were responsible for carrying Harry's luggage.

The group of people quickly left this unfamiliar living room to them.

On the other side of the house, Mrs. Weasley was preparing something in the kitchen. She turned her head in surprise and saw that a door suddenly appeared on the wall at the top of the stairs, and then Harry and the others walked over from behind the door.

"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley wiped her hands and hurriedly came forward to greet Harry, hugging Harry into her arms. "I thought you would come here after a while."

"You are--"

"Mom - this is Owen's magic prop, any door - it's just like a door key anyway." Ron explained it in a random way, but his mother didn't understand it anyway.

"Okay -" Mrs. Weasley did not pursue this matter too much. She looked at everyone and then said to them, "Let's go sit in the garden first. Kingsley and Moody are also here. We have to wait a while. Only then can we have dinner.”

"Okay mom, we're in no hurry," Ron said.

Everyone passed through the kitchen door leading to the garden.

Then I saw a long table placed in the garden made of stones. It was a bit like the long table in the kitchen of Blake's ancestral house, but it was not as gorgeous and extravagant. The tabletop was covered with various marks, and you could tell at a glance. Used it for many years.

Mr. Arthur, Kingsley, and Mad-Eye Moody were sitting together. Originally, they were supposed to be responsible for picking up Harry today, but Jean asked Owen to take his place.

At this time, the three people seemed to be talking about something. After seeing the little wizards coming, they immediately shut up.

Owen pulled Hermione and walked straight over.

The two sat on the chairs.

"It seems like you didn't have any casualties? I thought you were fighting to death that day, at least dozens of people died."

He spoke in a rather sharp tone.

You could tell from hearing that he was unhappy.

In fact, the little wizards weren't very happy because I didn't know it was Owen.

The Order of the Phoenix hid the news from them, and Fleur and Gemini knew too little because they did not fight the whole game.

The Daily Prophet is publishing some bullshit again.

This made them worried and dissatisfied.

Especially when you see them sitting here without any problem.

"Casualties?" Kingsley and Moody looked at each other and reacted immediately.

"We suffered few casualties because Dumbledore got involved halfway through the battle." Kingsley said calmly. "He and Grindelwald attracted a lot of firepower, and then we retreated."

"The Death Eaters have become powerful and weird again. They can hardly be called human beings, they look like manipulated Inferi. Many traditional methods cannot kill them. They can only be imprisoned.

This resulted in serious casualties among the participating Muggle troops, with approximately hundreds more dead. Many buildings in the city were destroyed, including some civilians who were buried alive. Although we tried our best to rescue, hundreds of people died.

It was a station after all - there was a lot of traffic. "As he spoke, Kingsley closed his mouth. Obviously, the deaths and injuries in his mouth definitely left a very deep shadow on him.

Think about it - it would be a hell of a scene.

Mr. Arthur sighed, then took over Kingsley's words and continued: "The casualties in the wizarding world - mainly the Ministry of Magic are more serious. The Magical Law Enforcement Team under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was almost completely wiped out. , dozens of people died, most of them were graduates of Hogwarts in the past four years."

Hearing the sound, the young wizards present fell silent for a while, and everyone was a little shocked, because these were not reported by the Daily Prophet.

"The Magical Law Enforcement Team was originally an agency responsible for hunting down commercial violations and other minor crimes in the wizarding world. Their magic level cannot be regarded by Auror standards!" Owen frowned and said angrily, "Rufus ·Is Scrimgeour full of pig shit? Let these people die?"

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The little wizards on the side also reacted.

Hermione, in particular, had the biggest reaction.

"Oh my God! Why did Rufus Scrimgeour do this! How many people died! Susan's grandmother. That day."

"Rufus Scrimgeour is the executioner, and he is responsible for these casualties!" Ron yelled.

"No wonder the recent Daily Prophet has published such meaningless nonsense. It turns out that it is to cover up Rufus Scrimgeour's crimes!" Ginny sneered.

"The Ministry of Magic is really rotten!" Harry said with a cold face.

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The indignation of the young wizards made the three adult wizards speechless.

Kingsley's face was livid.

Mr. Arthur's face was full of sorrow.

As for Mad-Eye Moody, he was more angry.

"Didn't the Order of the Phoenix inform the Ministry of Magic in advance?" Owen said, "Will the Hogwarts Express be attacked by Death Eaters?"

"Well-" Mr. Arthur took a deep breath and said: "First of all-that was a Death Eater captured by the Federation. We ourselves are not sure that the information is accurate when we heard it from him, let alone the Ministry of Magic.

Rufus Scrimgeour has always been at odds with us. It's a dream to expect him to trust us completely.

On the day of the incident, more than a dozen Aurors in the Auror Command Room of the Ministry of Magic were Led by Director Gadwin Robards, they went to Sweden to take the prisoner, um - the Death Eater captured by the Federation Special Operations Team.

Rufus Scrimgeour never believed that the Death Eaters would attack the Hogwarts Express, so he only arranged for Amelia Bones, then Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, to lead the execution team to respond.

"Then they were ambushed by the Death Eaters, and everyone was killed, and the bodies were locked against the wall for humiliation." Owen told the story that happened later.

"Rufus Scrimgeour really deserves to die!"

"That's what happened." Kingsley said coldly, "Although Rufus Scrimgeour later led a team to support us after receiving the news, it was too late. And there were some conflicts with our people. I guess Scrimgeour hadn't seen Amelia's miserable condition at that time."

"He should step down and be responsible for his actions." Hermione said firmly, "Because his dereliction of duty led to the tragic deaths of more than a dozen Aurors. He should be tried by the Wizengamot, punished, and imprisoned in Azkaban."

"I don't understand why he can still sit in that seat now?"

"Because--everyone's attention is attracted by Dumbledore's injury!" At this time, Moody finally spoke, and his magic eye kept stretching and contracting, like a person's pupil, foreshadowing the anger deep in his heart, "I suspect that the news of Dumbledore's injury was deliberately released by the Ministry of Magic."

"How is the professor injured?" Harry asked hurriedly.

"I don't know--"

"I don't know?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"