[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

Some wands around him were slowly put down, and some were still held up. Someone asked sharply, "How do you know he is a traitor?"

Harry seemed to have no wand around him. He waved his wand casually, turned the blanket on the chair into a hemp rope, bound Professor Flitwick's hands, then knelt down and took his Staff.

After doing all this slowly, Harry waved his wand and released Professor Flitwick from all restraints.He pulled up a chair, sat down in front of Professor Flitwick, rested his head on the back of the chair, and repeated the previous question: "Professor Flitwick, why did you seek refuge with the Dark Lord?"

"Let me go," cried Professor Flitwick angrily. "I'm not betraying you! You can't accuse people like that, Harry!"

"I also don't think it's possible..."

"Just kidding?"

"Don't make random accusations..."

"How could it be the head of Ravenclaw..."

Ignoring the whispers next to him, Harry raised his hand with a cutting spell, cutting the sleeve on Professor Flitwick's arm.The cloth is cut sharply, revealing a blank patch of skin under the sleeve.

Seeing this scene, Professor Flitwick gave Harry a more righteous look.

Harry showed a wry smile. He stretched out his hand and vainly closed it on the blank space. With a slight touch of magic power, the hideous Dark Mark pattern floated up, as if laughing at all the people present. people.

"The improved Dark Mark is invisible to the outside world, and only a few people know about it." Harry whispered, his mood inevitably became depressed, and he thought of the same invisible Dark Demon branded on his arm Mark, and thought of the person who led him to explore the world of dark magic, "And I know how to sense the Dark Mark."

The ironclad evidence was so overwhelming that everyone was speechless.With extremely obvious sadness in Harry's eyes, he repeated the previous question again: "Professor Flitwick, I really can't understand, why did you seek refuge with the Dark Lord?"

Professor Flitwick's original aura plummeted, but he still held his head up and insisted, "I don't think I'm wrong."

"Ravenclaw is a symbol of wisdom, and Ravenclaw is obliged to think about some metaphysical things," the head of Ravenclaw said, gradually becoming more confident, "I have also been thinking about wizards these years. In the future, if you are willing to open your eyes, you can clearly see that there are fewer and fewer pure-blood wizards, more and more Muggle-born wizards, and the progress of the Muggle world is getting faster and faster, but the progress of wizards is too slow. "

"The wizarding world is always standing still." He said almost through gritted teeth. "I chose the Dark Lord because he represents the future. Of course, his original pure blood theory was stupid, but the Muggle threat theory is really very powerful." The truth is, wizards can't retreat step by step..."

He paused, his voice lowered: "What's more, even Professor Dumbledore failed..."

We can't let him go on talking to sway people's hearts.Harry frowned, raised his hand and fainted, knocking out Professor Flitwick.He really didn't expect that even the dean of the Hogwarts branch would be shaken to such an extent.

Professor Flitwick's slightly hoarse voice disappeared from the room, but the Room of Requirement fell into an even more desperate silence.Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Sprout stared at each other in silence, and Mrs. Weasley covered her mouth sadly. Even Harry himself didn't know what to say. His position seemed embarrassing to say anything at this moment.

Hermione's eyes began to turn red again, and the haggard-looking little witch suddenly slammed the table hard, making a loud "bang": "Hope always exists! Are you going to give up right away?"

She raised her head and shouted almost screaming: "Harry said that Professor Dumbledore is not dead! Are you going to just give up!"

The original hopeless silence began to warm up, and it seemed that something was motivating and changing this space.Madam Pomfrey scanned the people present with sharp eyes, and said coldly: "We are not as good as a 16-year-old girl."

The senior Hogwarts doctor stepped forward, patted Hermione on the back tenderly, and then looked at Harry: "Harry, you mean, Albus is fine, isn't it?"

Harry stared at Hermione, who was almost so angry that he lost his composure, with complicated emotions that he couldn't figure out.He seemed to be doing something, and he seemed not to be doing something.When he first entered the wizarding world, Professor Dumbledore's kind smiling face seemed to appear in front of his eyes again. In any case, he was his initial guide and shaper, and he took him through such a long period of time at the beginning , leading him from an ignorant child to a brave little lion, overcoming countless difficulties and obstacles, the Mirror of Erised, the Sorcerer's Stone, the Basilisk, the Diary, Sirius, the Triwizard Tournament...

He may indeed not fully understand what kind of person Professor Dumbledore is, and perhaps he does have a bit of a politician in his essence, but so what?It will always be this kind and kind old man who leads him on that road.

However, the Dark Lord's crimson eyes seemed to appear in front of his eyes again, the eyes were full of tenderness and doting, and the ultimate charm rushed to his face, almost making him unable to breathe.It was a burning love, passionate, intense, brilliant, suffocating, joyful, and pleasant. He had completely immersed himself in this love countless times, and he didn't want to think about anything else.So he can stay in the Death Eater Manor willingly, study black magic, cast the Unforgivable Curse, and do all the things that he can praise...

Harry closed his eyes, and waved away the pair of eyes that were burning like flames and as deep as blood.Now is not the time to think about this, he bypassed all surveillance and came to England, wasn't it just for Professor Dumbledore?Rescue him, since then we will never owe each other, how nice.

Harry opened his eyes, stood up from his chair, and said to the people in the Room of Requirement, "Yes, Professor Dumbledore is not dead."

There was a shrill voice asking: "How do you know? Aren't you just fooling us and reassuring people?"

"Since I've been by the Dark Lord's side all the time, almost all his information has been fully opened to me," Harry looked straight at the direction where the voice came from, his aggressive aura almost completely carried the Dark Lord's shadow, "I don't need your questioning, I just need to find Professor Dumbledore."

He blinked, and the previous inferences flashed through his mind again: Grindelwald and Professor Dumbledore had a very close connection, and if Professor Dumbledore really died, the remaining saints would definitely explode.Conversely, if anyone knows the whereabouts of Professor Dumbledore besides the Dark Lord, it must be Grindelwald.

"I need to find the saint," he whispered to himself.

"What?" Professor McGonagall asked without hearing clearly.

Harry glanced at Professor McGonagall, she should have been the leader of the group, but when Harry broke out, Professor McGonagall was the first to speak up; She didn't stand up and do anything after the words of the people's hearts; now she is even more proactive in asking Harry.It was almost natural for her to give up the position to Harry to call the shots.

Hermione's previous words sounded in her ears, and she was frowning at that time: "Professor McGonagall represented Professor Dumbledore, but...but she is really not a qualified leader."

Regardless of Professor McGonagall's performance just now, the most basic requirement for a leader is to give confidence to the team, but even Professor Flitwick, the dean of Hogwarts Ravenclaw, has lost confidence...

Harry sighed silently, and went straight to asking, "Does anyone know about saints?"

"saint?"

"What saint?"

"The army of Grindelwald?" Some people present have experienced the Grindelwald period. "Haven't they disappeared for a long time?"

"The saints are the former followers of Grindelwald." Harry scanned the crowd, "Does anyone know the existence of the remaining saints?"

Madam Pomfrey frowned and said, "I might know a little bit."

"Belvina Flint has always been a supporter of Grindelwald. She passed away in 1962, and I attended her funeral at that time," Madam Pomfrey said thoughtfully. I talked with Niggler, and I felt at that time that Niggler's thinking was very 'Grindelwald'."

"Very well," said Harry. "Do you know where he lives?"

"It should be in Flint's ancestral home in Germany," Madam Pomfrey said in a speculative tone, "Flint is also a pure-blood family with a long history, and the family members of pure-blood families often live together in the ancestral home .”

"Excellent." Harry smiled.He removed a two-way mirror from his body, flicked the mirror, and yelled "Sirius!" at the mirror.

The square two-way mirror began to light up, and Sirius' grinning face appeared on the other side of the two-way mirror: "Harry, you finally started using this mirror. I thought this Christmas gift would be dusted forever. What, Miss your godfather?"

Harry was disappointed and relieved to find out from Sirius' demeanor and movements that his godfather also knew nothing about Dumbledore, otherwise he would never have been so relaxed.Sirius was not one to hide things.Well, if the godfather also partnered with the Dark Lord to hide this from him, he would really be very disappointed.

After calming down his emotions, Harry said seriously: "Sirius, there is a very important thing that I need to trouble you to do. Remember, it must be done in secret, without being known by anyone, especially not being eaten. The Dead know."

Sirius was stunned, and then his eyes began to light up: "Oh? Is there any mysterious adventure? It sounds very good!"

"Where are you now?"

"I'm in France, Paris." Sirius turned the two-way mirror in his hand sideways, revealing the Louvre in Paris behind him. The transparent pyramid reflects the jewel-like light, "This is really a charming city."

"Well, you need to contact Nigel Flint secretly. He should live in Flint's ancestral home in Germany. He should be a supporter of Grindelwald, and you can contact Grindelwald through him." After thinking about it, Harry still added, "If he's not, then find a way. In short, we must contact Grindelwald."

"Grindelwald?" Sirius was confused, "Why contact him?"

"Professor Dumbledore disappeared two weeks ago," Harry's face darkened, "Neither the Order of the Phoenix nor Hogwarts found any trace of him. I'm sure Grindelwald must have clues , even Professor Dumbledore may be with him."

Harry took a deep breath again, feeling a mess in his heart. The figures of Professor Dumbledore and the Dark Lord flashed alternately in his mind, but he continued: "I want to bypass the Dark Lord to investigate this matter, little Sirius, will you help me?"