[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

"Professor Dumbledore disappeared...?" Sirius cried out.He swallowed slightly nervously, looked around, lowered his voice and said, "Of course, I will help you, I am your man."

There was a lingering tinge of horror on Sirius' expression. He obviously couldn't shake off the shock of this incident, but he still stabilized his emotions and added: "I said it from the beginning, I will always fight for you."

Harry showed a slight smile, and his cold heart that was suspended in the air finally felt a bit of comfort: "Thank you, Sirius."

The light of the two-way mirror dimmed, and the communication was lost.Harry slowly put the double-sided mirror back on his body, with a thoughtful look on his face.All the people are watching him.Harry was not used to being under the gaze of everyone before, especially when he first entered the wizarding world, he simply avoided the attention of everyone; but now, he actually feels quite at ease.

"Harry?" Professor McGonagall asked aloud, interrupting Harry's thoughts, her expression was a little nervous, "So, can we have news from Professor Dumbledore soon?"

"Not necessarily," Harry said, stroking his wand habitually, "It's just that there is a high possibility that there may be news about Professor Dumbledore from Grindelwald, and we have to make other preparations."

He pondered and asked, "Has anyone ever been in the principal's office?"

"No one has been in it since it was blocked," Mr. Weasley replied. "We tried many things, but we couldn't break through the blockade of the headmaster's office."

"There must be a message from Professor Dumbledore in the headmaster's office," Mrs. Sprout added, "or, at least, we can deduce from some clues where the headmaster went."

"But we just can't get in," Hermione interjected, rubbing her hands uneasily, "I've checked all the information, only the headmaster can break through the blockade of the headmaster's office..."

"Then get another headmaster," said Harry decisively.

"What?" The exclamation of the crowd almost merged into a multiplayer.

"'Only the headmaster can break through the blockade of the headmaster's office'," Harry repeated Hermione's words, raising his eyebrows as a matter of course, "Since Professor Dumbledore is not here, can't we get in with a new headmaster? "

"But, but..."

"How can this be..."

"Principal Dumbledore..."

The scene suddenly became chaotic, and Harry frowned, interrupting everyone's discussion: "It's nothing but, we should act in a hurry, at worst, Professor Dumbledore will return the post of principal to him when he comes back. Does anyone have any objections? "

Everyone looked at each other, but no one objected.

"Then it's settled," Harry began to give orders without hesitation, "Professor McGonagall, please preside over the replacement of the headmaster of Hogwarts, and you can decide who will be in charge."

The room was quiet for a while, and Professor McGonagall straightened his back and began to speak: "The principal asked the house to rotate. Albus is from Gryffindor House, so I am automatically out; Slytherin House is currently only out; pull Wenclaw College..." Her gaze swept across the unconscious Professor Flitwick, "It can only be eliminated."

Following Professor McGonagall's words, everyone's eyes were on Mrs. Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff College.Harry nodded and turned to Mrs. Sprout: "Then, Mrs. Sprout, congratulations. Please take office as soon as possible, and tidy up the headmaster's office to find out the clues left by Professor Dumbledore."

Mrs. Sprout looked at Harry with a complicated expression, nodded, and agreed, "Okay."

"We still need..." Harry frowned, thinking, "We also need some inside information..."

"Didn't you say that almost all the information about the Dark Lord is completely open to you, why do you need inside information?" The sharp voice sounded again.

"I've been playing in the United States for more than a week, and you can't ask me to pay attention to the secret information of the Death Eaters while I'm playing," Harry replied, looking in the direction the voice came from, "What's your name?"

"Dedalo Diggle," the man who asked sharp questions many times puffed out his chest, "I am one of the founding members of the Order of the Phoenix. I even looked for you when you were young."

"It's a pity that you didn't help me in my tragic childhood. It was useless to look for me." Harry whispered.

"what?"

"Enough, Dedalus," Professor McGonagall said helplessly, "Have you not noticed? Harry is more suitable to lead the Order of the Phoenix than I am. In times of crisis, we really need a more decisive leader. Not to mention... ..." Her voice softened, with a bit of embarrassment, but it could still be heard clearly by the audience, "He is the Boy Who Lived, the only one who defeated the Dark Lord, 'Savior'..."

This reason seemed extremely convincing, and Dedalus fell silent.Harry thought incredulously: Because of this, you are giving leadership responsibility to a boy who is only 16 years old?

But he said nothing on the surface.Facts will tell them everything, Harry Potter will not become some bullshit leader of the Order of the Phoenix, and when Dumbledore finds him, he will leave here, return to the Death Eater Manor, and return to the Dark Lord's side.

"Call for God's Guard." He tapped his wand lightly, and silver smoke appeared in the air, condensing into the shape of a big snake.The giant snake hovered in the air and stood up, with a bit of Nagini's feeling.

The expressions of the people who had met Harry's elk guardian spirit changed, but Harry pretended not to notice, and said to the big silver snake, "Go to Professor Snape, he's in London."

The big silver snake dissipated instantly in the air, leaving a few wisps of smoke lingering in the air, and then the silver smoke slowly twisted and turned into a mirror with a vague shape.The ripples in the mirror rippled for a while, revealing the environment of a potions studio. Snape was on the other side of the mirror, casting suspicious glances.

The big silver snake that manifested in the Potions Workshop opened its mouth and made Harry's voice: "Professor Snape, is there any surveillance around you?"

Snape frowned, took a deep look at the big snake-like Patronus, raised his wand and threw out a series of spells, and then asked vigilantly, "It's Harry? What happened?"

"You know, something happened to Professor Dumbledore?"

"What?" Snape's voice rose so suddenly that Harry almost jumped.

Harry didn't know if he should be thankful that Professor Snape didn't hide it from him.He shrugged mockingly: "It seems that you don't know either, he really kept the news very tight."

"What happened?" Snape asked.

"Professor Dumbledore has disappeared, and neither the Order of the Phoenix nor Hogwarts have found any news about him," Harry said. "Professor Snape, if you find any news from the Death Eaters, please let me know."

Snape paled and nodded wordlessly.

The silver mirror turned into smoke again, Harry sighed silently, turned to everyone and said, "That's it? If there is news, I will synchronize everyone."

"Thank you, Harry," said Professor McGonagall, standing up.

The crowd gradually dispersed from the Golden Room, and Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Sprout left together with the unconscious Professor Flitwick to prepare for the replacement of the headmaster of Hogwarts. Several phoenixes that Harry was not familiar with The club members left through another passage, but those familiar to Harry, Hermione, the Weasleys, Lupine, and Hagrid, were still waiting indoors, watching him.

Harry really wanted to pretend that he didn't see anything, but some things couldn't be avoided, so he bravely went up to them, pretending to be nonchalant, and greeted them: "Hey."

"Harry," Lupine said, still wearing his shabby wizard robes, looking at him with some melancholy, "you've changed a lot."

"Everyone says that," Harry replied nonchalantly, repeating the excuse he had given Hermione, "People change."

Lupine's face was pale and tired, and his dark circles were worse than Hermione's, but his voice was so gentle: "Is Sirius all right?"

"You heard the voice in the two-way mirror too, full of life," said Harry, fiddling with the hem of his coat with a little unease. "It couldn't be better."

After a pause, he added: "I will protect him."

"Harry..." Mrs. Weasley couldn't help sobbing, tears filled her eyes, making her look at Harry so sadly.She took a step forward, hugged Harry in her arms, and called his name again, "Harry..."

Harry panicked for a while at a loss, and finally put the bracelet on Mrs. Weasley's back, comforting her: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"You..." Mrs. Weasley hesitated to speak, and finally just bit her lip and said, "Harry, we will always be your family."

"...Yes." Harry said, the guilt suddenly flooded up like a tide, when he was embarrassed to face his almost betrayal departure, hiding in the Death Eater manor and ignoring the world, ignoring the original relatives and friends. At that time, when he was indulging in the warmth of the Dark Lord and the joy of love like a fire, what kind of pain would those who really cared about him suffer?

Harry's eyes started to turn red, and he whispered, "I'm sorry."

This sorry sound seemed to open some kind of valve, complex feelings welled up in my heart, and what I had been ignoring all this time didn’t mean it didn’t exist. The tears gradually coalesced and finally dripped down. Harry began to say over and over again: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sorry……"

Mrs. Weasley stroked his back and said over and over again: "It's all right, Harry, it's all right..."

By the time such conversations finally stopped, Harry had become a pretty face.He wiped his face in embarrassment, not daring to look up at everyone.

"I heard that you are in love, is it true?" Mrs. Weasley looked at him with tender eyes.