Hogwarts Mystery Sequence

A famous Muggle writer once said this: Sometimes truth is more absurd than fiction, because fiction also needs to follow possibilities, while reality is often illogical.

Naturally, wizards don't know this sentence clearly, but the principles and feelings are the same.

For example, recently, Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time, made an apology speech at the Hogwarts House Cup, which was like a bombshell dropped into the stagnant magical society.

The wizards who received the news seemed to be hungover for the first time and did not react at all.

After all, even well-known writers in the wizarding society cannot write fantasy novels that perfectly combine elements such as "Dumbledore", "Hogwarts", "Lockhart", "Dark Wizard", and "Death"!

Oh, Lockhart is the writer, so that's okay.

In recent days, every bar in England is full, and you can often see two or even a group of drunk wizards having a row with each other.

As an undisputed legend in today's era, Dumbledore has always been the most discussed figure in the wizarding world. At this point, the "savior" Harry Potter also has to take a step back.

It's just that Dumbledore has been keeping a low profile, so no one can find much to talk about.

But now Dumbledore's declaration of dereliction of duty was like a spark that lit the fuse, and countless wizards came after hearing the news.

They were like a powder keg that gathered together, suddenly igniting the atmosphere of the entire magical society.

In recent days, this story has been on the front page of the Daily Prophet.

Wizarding society’s discussion on Dumbledore’s negligence, wizarding parents’ concerns about the safety of Hogwarts, Lockhart fans’ shock and indignation at the unexplained death of their idol...

In short, various comment articles appeared one after another, and all kinds of demons and monsters began to dance wildly.

Of course, the happiest people should be the newspaper owner and the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

They were sitting at home, and cakes came from the sky.

The former is because I got hand cramps from making Galleons with this topic.

The latter was because he finally caught Dumbledore's handle.

Therefore, employees of the Daily Prophet and members of the Ministry of Magic seem to be able to see their bosses or superiors walking past them at any time with their heads held high, creating a gust of wind.

This was especially true of the Ministry of Magic. Fudge seemed to have drank some magical potion. He suddenly became more energetic, more energetic, his waist was no longer sore, and his legs were no longer painful.

At this time, in the office of the Minister of Magic, Fudge's expression of excitement was palpable. He was walking back and forth in the office with his hands clenched, wishing he could skip these few days and attend Dumbledore's trial immediately - that's right. , the trial will be held!

Although Dumbledore had Professor McGonagall as witnesses, he did not produce any evidence except Lockhart's body.

In this way, Dumbledore's words are completely one-sided.

As for Professor McGonagall, because of her identity, the objectivity of her testimony is also questionable.

Therefore, under Fudge's promotion, a trial against Dumbledore was established.

Fudge also knew that it was completely impossible to overthrow Dumbledore, but he was not naive enough to want to do it once and for all.

He knew that doing so would not only fail to shake Dumbledore's position, but might even cause backlash and undermine his own authority.

So Fudge was just preparing to use this incident to deal a heavy blow to Dumbledore's reputation.

In contrast, his prestige as the Minister of Magic will be consolidated and strengthened as never before.

At this moment, the Minister of Magic, who had always felt that he was just a puppet pushed to the front by Dumbledore, seemed to have seen that his prestige surpassed that of Dumbledore, was supported by thousands of people, and made the entire magical world follow his will. A beautiful picture of the operation.

At this moment, he felt that destiny had come to him, and that Dumbledore and "savior" were just stepping stones for him to reach the highest power.

He even felt that the Dark Lord's heyday was nothing more than this!

However, Fudge, who was indulging in his beautiful fantasy, did not realize that his office had been surrounded by a dim and hazy fog. The originally bright room seemed to be shrouded in shadow and stained with the color of ink.

But when he realized something was wrong and shouted to the guards, he found that the huge room was unusually silent, with only his heartbeat and breathing echoing around him.

Fudge's whole body tensed up immediately, and his eyes kept looking around, but he didn't find anyone suspicious.

At the same time, the claustrophobic environment was like a narrow valley surrounded by mountain peaks. Fudge was alone in it, and he felt that the surrounding space began to squeeze in towards him.

What followed was an unimaginable sense of depression and panic that came from nowhere. They surged into his heart, strangled his throat, made him breathe quickly and his heart beat faster, as if he would be easily crushed in the next second. It turned into a pool of blood and bone residue.

"Who!" Fudge screamed in fear uncontrollably.

However, no one responded to him, and the surroundings were still eerily quiet.

Fudge was frightened and backed away until he was in front of his desk.

At this time, Fudge, who had received support, seemed to have gained some relief.

I saw him hurriedly pulling out his wand and saying in a trembling voice:

"I'm the Minister of Magic!"

"There are Aurors out there!"

"If you dare to hurt me, I guarantee you will not be able to walk out safely!"

Fudge said words that were either emboldening or threatening, and at the same time he kept turning his body, holding the wand in his right hand and pointing stiffly at the air in front of him.

Suddenly, he let go of his right hand with a painful expression, and suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, his body twitching violently, shaking from side to side.

The next second, he let out a shrill scream.

"what!!!"

Fudge turned over as if he had suffered unbearable pain, twisting and screaming on the ground desperately.

He felt that all the bones in his body were breaking inch by inch, his nerves were being bitten by countless ants, and a wooden stick was stirring randomly in his brain.

How had Fudge ever been tortured like this?

He was in so much pain that he even wished he would die soon!

He wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't make any other sound except screaming.

Therefore, he could only endure the pain of life and death.

Gradually, his struggles became lighter and lighter. If he hadn't twitched from time to time, people would have thought he was dead.

But even if he is not dead, Fudge's current appearance is not good-looking: the suit on his body is skewed and messy, he is half-rolling his eyes, tears are streaming down his face, and his saliva is all over the floor. It hit the wand that fell aside.

At this moment, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in Fudge's confused vision.

However, Fudge's brain was too numb to think, and his nerves were too numb to feel anything.

In fact, it's a "miracle" that Fudge can persist until now and hasn't fainted yet!

It's just that this "miracle" may not be what he wants...

Suddenly, Fudge, who was lying on the ground with his head bent, raised his right hand holding the wand like a puppet on strings.

The tip of the wand emitted a little bright white light - fluorescent flash!

Although the light of the luminous spell was weak, it illuminated the face of the man standing in front of Fudge - a handsome young man with a pale face and thin cheeks who looked very polite.

Suddenly, the handsome young man turned his head and looked at the insignificant fluorescent light, showing an evil smile.

Then a dazzling green light flooded everything.

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The ninth floor of the Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries.

This is the department of the Ministry of Magic that conducts secret research on specific puzzles, and most of its operations are top secret.

Therefore, in order to keep it secret, its location is naturally very mysterious - at the end of an empty corridor with walls all black tiles, light provided by torches, and no doors or windows, is the black door leading to the Department of Mysteries.Entering the door, there is a huge circular room. Everything here, including the ceiling and floor, is black, and some candles with blue flames are dotted on the walls.There are twelve black doors without handles in the hall, leading to nowhere.

At this moment, in the hall of the Department of Mysteries, a group of people were staring intently at the white smoke floating in the air, with different expressions.

In the smoke, there was a picture magically frozen in a miserable green color from the outside to the inside: a handsome young man with a pale face and an evil smile on his lips looked at them across the screen.

That smile was like teasing, contempt, provocation, and even more like a declaration.

The people who can stand in this hall now either have extraordinary rights in the Ministry of Magic or have extraordinary status in the magical world. But even so, no one dares to ignore this smile, and no one dares to get angry because of it. Emotion - even though this man had just infiltrated the Ministry of Magic a few hours before, killed the Minister of Magic, and deliberately left evidence in front of him.

At this moment, some people in the crowd were shocked, some were confused, some were afraid, some were shrinking, some were calm, but no one was angry.

This is the intimidation of the handsome young man. Even though he has passed away for 12 years, when he returns again, the entire magical world will still tremble in his shadow.

"Voldemort..."

Finally, I don’t know who uttered the name first.

Then it was like a hot iron ball being thrown into the water. The entire hall was instantly in an uproar, and the crowd was visibly boiling.

These big figures in the magic world could no longer maintain their superficial elegance. Apart from talking to each other, they all subconsciously cast their sights on the tall figure at the front of the crowd.

But Dumbledore didn't seem to feel the weight of these gazes. He just raised his head and looked at the arrogant young man in the mid-air scene with a solemn expression.

"Tom..."

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Just when Voldemort's hallucination completely detonated the entire Ministry of Magic, a small island was reflected in the eyes of a very special-looking crow with its wings spread out and gliding over the middle of the North Sea.

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