[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

"Shock!The Minister of Magic may become the next Voldemort! "

"A Terrible Decision That Could Sever Our Muggle Friendship! "

"Profit or Survival"

"Are there Horned Snorks in the Muggle World?" "

"...? "

Harry squinted his eyes as he looked at the formatted newspapers and magazines that Iger sent him in the morning. These reporters were really good at writing.

"Harry?" Neville looked at the people who were half-submerged in the newspapers, poked him and said, "Did you hear me?"

"Huh? What did you say?" Harry waved away the newspaper and the Quibbler, and looked at Neville with a normal face.

"I said, forget it, they're here." Just as Neville was about to continue, he heard the sound of feathers fluttering, and groups of owls flitted across the dining table, delivering the letters in their claws or mouths to Harry. profit.The table that had just been cleared was soon filled with letters again.

Harry pointed his fingers, and all the letters, together with those that had just arrived, quickly lined up in a stack, and it grew taller and taller, finally exceeding five meters.

"Thanks to the high ceiling of our lobby." Harry looked at the group of owls that finally stopped, and the letter layer that was nearly six meters long, and divided the letters into six parts.

"Fortunately, there are not enough people who have received letters." Hermione looked at the letter on Harry's place, "Are these the collaborators?"

"There are still supporters, but not many of them are still accustomed to using owls." Harry smiled: "We need the Muggle community."

"Hermione."

"We can help, read the letter for you." Ron shrugged, and then watched the six copies in front of Harry begin to fly to him, Neville, and Hermione, and two more to Slytherin. One was given to Pansy and one to Blaise, and the last one left, Harry turned his gaze to the teacher's table, and gave the letter to Dumbledore under everyone's gaze.

Harry winked at Dumbledore, 'I think there's more to this than advice. Dumbledore smiled, pressed the letters in his hands, bent down and placed them under the table without using magic.

"Harry, you really don't want to keep any?" Neville looked at the relaxed Harry and raised his eyebrows.

"Whatever they say, my plan will not change." Harry squinted and smiled: "I understand better what ordinary Muggles and Muggles with special needs need."

In Snape's office, Snape looked at the Muggle potions and instruments Harry had brought back, studying with a livid face, while opposite him, a former Hufflepuff graduate and now a professor of biopharmaceuticals was under low pressure Lectures without pressure, Harry is also taking notes.

"Hey, don't you need to go to the study group?" Remus quietly came over with water. It wasn't that he didn't want to learn, it was that the professor always wanted to draw some blood for experiments and his dear didn't agree.

"There are them watching over there for me." Harry scribbled on the paper, although he said that what he was going to do had nothing to do with this, but basically he still had to follow up, "I'm in charge of studying now."

"The minister is looking for you." Remus raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry. "Should he wait?"

"Wait until Christmas. I'm waiting to see the new minister." Harry whispered to Remus and quickly attracted the attention of the biology professor. Harry straightened his sitting posture and continued to listen to the class.

"He can't wait until Christmas." Remus chuckled, fading under Snape's dark eyes.

Ten minutes later, after class, Snape looked at his son who moved his arms, "Don't hide from them."

Harry blinked, lay down on his father's lap, closed his eyes and said, "I can't let them know some things I don't know, Dad, do you think there are things a leader can't do?"

"Even the king is not omnipotent." Snape pulled the slacker up, "Or did you forget everything you learned after killing Voldemort?"

"Dad, you don't even have adjectives." Harry grinned, before being thrown out the door by Snape.Medusa on the door looked at Harry who was thrown out again, and twisted her body to memorize the periodic table of elements.Harry rolled his eyes, then gave up.

In the training room, Harry looked at the groups who were consciously divided into groups to practice—doing problems, yes, they were not fighting but doing problems, and nodded.

"Harry? Why didn't you go to Professor Snape's today?" Neville looked at Harry who had been absent for nearly half a month. He thought Harry was on strike again this semester.

"It turns out that I'm not welcome anywhere." Harry teased, "Why are there only these?"

"Hermione's plan for this semester is to take turns. I focus on studying, Draco focuses on strategy, Ron focuses on fighting, and Luna focuses on spells. The rest is ready to be handed over to you." Neville has no burden Looking at the dumbfounded Harry, he added with a smile: "Actually, there's not much left, just cooperation exercises and interest exercises, as well as anti-curse lessons and..."

Neville pointed his fingers. Actually, there are a lot of things to say, but there are not many people who actually study them, because most of them are elite courses, including Thick Black. He only said this because Draco and Snape both mentioned it. him. "By the way, Professor Snape kicked you out because we said you were really needed here."

Harry looked at Neville, who had failed his studies. He kind of missed the smart but not crafty little bun in the first grade.

"When did you become so careless?" Harry looked at the Minister of Magic who destroyed the office, shook his head and said, "This really doesn't look like a minister."

"Are you finally willing to see me?" Fudge was surprisingly calm when facing Harry. Maybe it was because Harry avoided him for half a month that made him understand that these things were irreversible, or maybe he didn't put hope at all. It's on this savior, so it's nothing to him.

"Well, because I was kicked out everywhere I go, so I can only come to you." Actually, Harry is mixing potions with Draco in the dormitory now, and the one in front of Fudge is just using a time-turner stand-in.

"Haha, it seems that the people around you really want you to see me." Fudge sneered. Although he knew it wouldn't affect anything, he was very happy that someone around Harry still cared about him as a minister.

"Because they don't want me not to be able to see you for the last time. They think that I will regret it, after all, you are my first enemy who is not destined." Harry shrugged, and then he was disgusted by himself, and he actually regarded Fudge as The enemy, Merlin, looks like the Time-Turner is throwing him off his head.

Unbeknownst to Harry, in his future without a Patronus, Fudge was indeed one of his enemies, and it was just subconsciously saying it now.

"It seems that in your plan, there will be many more in the future?" Fudge stood up, the two drawers under his desk kept vibrating, the roaring letters he received and the black magic items threatening him, how ridiculous, those who put him Those who came against him as the Dark Lord sent him items of dark magic. "I don't know what level I am?"

"Practice." Harry snapped his wrists, and a white mist came out of his palms, freezing the two restless drawers, "Freezing spells, my new research. After all, I haven't graduated yet, so——you still think you're very Is it great?"

"Maybe I've never been considered great in front of you." Fudge smiled: "But I want to say that the danger of exposing the wizarding world to Muggles is beyond your imagination, Harry, you don't understand politics .”

"First of all, I understand." Harry blinked. He didn't come here to reassure Fudge. "Maybe you don't know yet, I grew up with Voldemort when I was a child, and I may have been in touch with Muggle politics earlier than you."

Fudge's eyes widened, and he looked at Harry, "You and You-Know-Who, you, you are the Dark Lord!"

Harry tilted his head and watched as Fudge suddenly approached him, looked seriously at the pair of blue eyes that were already a little cloudy, and blinked: "Yes."

"Hey, here's your wand." Harry took Fudge's hand and smiled, "Avada Caso. I'm sorry, Minister Fudge."

A green light flashed, and Harry looked at Fudge's lifeless body, "What a pity, if you had introduced Muggle technology earlier, you would have known when I came, and you would have been able to convict me."

After a puff of black smoke, Harry disappeared into the Ministry of Magic, the Minister's Office, as silently as he had come.Ten minutes after Harry left, the drawer in the minister's office exploded, and the black smoke and corrosion from the potion affected the entire office. He seemed to have forgotten to mention that some dark magic items and potions have high temperature requirements.

As for the Freezing Charm, Harry took the gizmo off his wrist and put it in his pocket, for Stark had no shortage of suitable but failed gizmos.

Early the next morning, the news of the minister's death appeared on the breakfast table. Harry looked at the news in surprise. Black magic items and potions exploded?Is it really possible for that idiot Fudge to take apart those things?He felt that the possibility of improper preservation was higher.

After breakfast, Fudge's loyalist, or the investigator of the Ministry of Magic, who didn't want Harry to go too smoothly, arrived at Hogwarts. After all, it was Harry who had the most obvious conflict with the minister recently, and they all knew that Harry had this strength.

Despite Draco's evidence, the Ministry of Magic still refused to give up, because everyone knew about Harry's relationship with this Malfoy master, so his testimony was not credible.Harry looked at the Aurors and the Wizengamot, raised his eyebrows, "Then, how do you want to test? Ask the portrait if I went out last night? Or do you want to use potions?"

"If you don't mind, I hope it's Legilimency." A man from the Wizengamot stood up, obviously confident in his level.

"You know, masters of Occlumency can shape memories for themselves." Harry shrugged, very indifferent to the person in front of him.

Draco frowned, he had a hunch that it was Harry who did this.

"Then what do you want to use?" The other party looked at him as if insulted by Harry's expression and attitude.

"Inspiriting, plus Veritaserum and LSD, though—I hope it's Professor Dumbledore."