curse the world at hogwarts

The Ministry of Magic is completely numb.

While Fudge roared angrily and asked Scrimgeour to quickly send reinforcements everywhere, as if the lion-headed boss could instantly transform, he asked several of his confidants for ideas.

Umbridge raised her hand wittily: "Is it possible that Hannibal wants a change of taste?"

"Shut up!"

Fudge almost lost his breath. This guess was simply fatal to him.

To be honest, in his current view, Voldemort has been destroyed long ago, and Harry Potter is at best a mascot. If it is valuable, squeeze it out, and if it is not valuable, throw it away. Whether he is dead or alive is not a big deal.

But he can die anywhere, but he must not die under the control of the Ministry of Magic!

Recalling Scrimgeour's report about Hogwarts' previous attempt to prevent the Aurors from taking Harry away, Fudge felt dizzy from time to time.

They took Harry away with certainty and in full view of the public, using black words on a white background. The school completely avoided its responsibility to Harry at that moment.

So many little wizards are watching!

"Dumbledore? Yes!"

Fudge opened his palms to the sky, as if to grasp his possibly fleeting official position and fame.

"Go and get Dumbledore—!"

"boom--!"

As little Harry stared blankly, the bedroom door of another safe house was blasted open from the outside.

The person who walked in was a middle-aged man who looked very familiar, as if he had been on TV during the holidays, and was also complained by Uncle Vernon as "the scum of society".

"You...you are..."

"Quickly imprisoned!"

The man cast a binding spell without hesitation, and Harry was tied to the bed with his hooves in the air.

He suddenly remembered, wasn't this guy the ogre who had been popular for quite some time during the holidays?

During that time, Aunt Petunia completely transformed into a patient with persecutory paranoia. She stared at Privet Drive outside the window every day, fearing that the other party would suddenly come in and turn her, her husband, and son into a pot of American stew. .

Harry's heart was filled with despair as the man touched him.

He felt that he probably didn't have long to live, and he just hoped that the other party could consider roasting the whole haha, a more wholesome way of eating it, and never use him to cut the jelly.

The visitor is, of course, "Hannibal".

He groped for a long time on Harry, but found nothing in the end, with a slight hint of joy in his eyes.

There is no Polyjuice Potion, this is most likely true!

"Chichichichichi—" a disembodied voice came from outside, and it was obviously the Auror from the Ministry of Magic who had arrived.

"Hannibal" didn't hesitate. He mentioned little Harry and disappeared into the bedroom in a flash.

The next moment, a lion-headed man burst open the bedroom door angrily and rushed in, but he only saw "Hannibal" making a goodbye gesture towards him.

"Baga! Fake! Sanofbichi!"

Scrimgeour was so angry that he kicked the unconscious Aurors. His career had never failed as badly as it did today!

Think about the time when he led the Aurors and made a plan with the pure-blood family to capture Rhine Lyle in one fell swoop with a few Death Eater victims. What a scene it was?

But today, he vaguely saw the collapse of his career.

Looking at my own rise, I regret that my building has collapsed...

……

"Uh-wow!"

When he arrived at a meeting point, little Harry, who was psychologically and physically stimulated, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of dark food due to the side effects of his entourage's appearance.

"feeling bad?"

"Hannibal" took out a bottle of potion and put it to his mouth.

"Can mitigate adverse reactions."

Harry immediately imitated Professor McGonagall and pursed his lips tightly, shaking his head wildly to show his determination to reject the other party's kindness.

Unfortunately, as soon as the other party pinched his chin, he opened his mouth completely and stuffed the bottle of medicine inside.

Finished!

This is to marinate him!

Harry felt a stream of fragrant liquid flow through his throat, and then his head suddenly became confused and drooped.

"Hannibal" is actually right.

Although it is an anesthetic, it also has the effect of alleviating adverse reactions, right?

Snape's great experiment of trying to use the water of life and death to regulate Dumbledore's stomach was finally confirmed on Harry, who he couldn't wait to drug him every day.

There were a few more sneers, and several identical "Hannibals" appeared next to "Hannibal".

Some of them were holding wands, some were carrying scimitars, and some were even carrying carbines... This made the special commissioner of the International Federation of Wizards who later inspected the "crime scene" frown.

Who is this Hannibal Lecter?

Needless to say, the person holding the wand is Hannibal himself, the person holding the scimitar is the Adams couple who have the ability of close combat mage, and the person carrying the carbine must be the two Knights of the Round Table.

what?

Can Muggles take potions?

Old Tom Riddle, who gave birth to Lord Voldemort by fooling around, said the effect was excellent.

"There is still not enough manpower!"

The "Hannibal" who gave Harry the medicine sighed again. He was of course the leader of this group of third front members——

Rhine Lyle.

"Have you cleaned your hands and tails?" he asked several people.

Most of the people nodded, only Lancelot hesitated a little.

"We left a lot of bullet casings. Will the wizard trace them back to the user?"

Rhine thought for a while and replied: "It should be possible to restore the scene, but traceability is not yet possible... Don't use these firearms. Big Brother is still free to sell them to the United States. You must pay attention to the channels."

He really doesn't remember any magic that can directly summon the owner with an item. The only one who has memory is the wizard in "The Great Thief".

But we all don’t share the same worldview!

"Also, it's been a bit low-key lately. The Ministry of Magic might be cooperating with Muggle officials... Hannibal is a wanted criminal who could bring down the world."

Several people nodded, and Rhine turned to look at the real Hannibal.

"I need to hide, don't I?" Hannibal was very smart and immediately understood what Rhine meant.

Rhine nodded: "I saved you in the first place to deal with some things that we couldn't do... This time to get your reputation out is to pave the way for future plans."

"Understood." Hannibal had already realized this.

Compared to others, he had a very leisurely year, almost as if he was going to live under Rhine's care.

Is this reasonable?

The only explanation is that Rhine, faced with position issues, conflicts between good and evil, and a reputation crisis, has to keep this old pervert behind, and he has quite big plans for the future.

It's just that the actors haven't arrived yet, so he can now rest assured and prepare for the start of the show.

There are some old perverts who can see through people's hearts with this kind of awareness.

After everything was settled, everyone went their separate ways and went back to their respective territories, burying tonight's events silently in their hearts.

Before leaving, Rhine also weighed the old wand in his hand.

"It's not easy to take advantage of. I'll study it when I have time."

Gomez looked at the sky speechlessly: "Bring emergency supplies, so many requests!"

Rhine returned an international friendly gesture and apparated out with Harry again, arriving in the woods outside Hogsmeade Village.

"What? Fudge is anxious?"

As soon as he saw the big-bellied old man in front of him, Rhine laughed.

Since Aberforth Dumbledore came to greet him, it meant that his younger brother was very busy now.

What can the wizarding world be busy with tonight?

It must be Fudge licking his face again and running to ask for help!

Aberforth nodded coldly, obviously extremely reluctant to accept his task.

But soon, he came to identify with Rhine.

Because Rhine mercilessly complained about his "selfless" brother, and he spoke it all from the bottom of his heart.

"Why are you so anxious to deal with that guy?"

"Let him kneel at the gate of the castle all night before we talk!"

"It's rubbish that uses people to face forward and doesn't use people to face backward!"

Aberforth was greatly relieved, thinking that his silly brother finally had a sensible person with a temper and a bloody heart.

"have a drink?"

"……it is good!"