[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Who is going to kill him?A strange house-elf came to tell him about it... Harry stared into the house-elf's bulbous eyes, momentarily confused.

Adhering to the cognitive process of meeting a person—or a house elf for the first time, Harry subconsciously looked at his clothes after seeing his face clearly.

He was wearing a worn pillowcase, dirty and greasy.Harry paused, his brows furrowed.

He knew that only very well-to-do families would have house elves, and buying a house elf was expensive, and he had to apply to the relevant department of the Ministry of Magic, and special personnel would conduct qualification screening.

So the one in front of me must also come from a not poor family, but his pillowcase is so dirty that it makes people frown. He has seen Maca, the elf from the Weasley family, and Kreacher, the elf from the Black family. They both wore pillowcases too, but it was much neater and more presentable.Harry didn't think it was a big deal at first, but when he saw the house elf in front of him, he realized that the pillowcase could also tell whether the elf was valued by the family.

Obviously, this elf named Dobby is not doing very well.

The thought flashed through Harry's mind, but he didn't have time to actually say it.He asked in astonishment: "I'm sorry - but who's going to kill me? And the Minister of Magic? When are they going to do it? Do you know anything more... Which house-elf are you from? May I know -"

"Dobby can't tell!" cried the house-elf in a shrill voice, "a dreadful thing is planned by a man who must not be mentioned by name—and Dobby only heard a little, and surreptitiously! Dobby Can't hear more, if the master finds out, Dobby will definitely be stuffed into the fireplace..."

"The one who can't be mentioned by name? You mean Voldemort?" Harry caught the details of his words keenly, and the elf whimpered, shaking at the name.

"I'm sorry - I mean, You-Know-Who - did you hear him planning things? Where did you hear that, and who was he planning with?" Harry asked eagerly, feeling the questions running through his head , "Can you tell me where he is hiding now, if you know? My uncle, aunt, godfather, and many people I know are all looking for his traces and have been looking for him. I also want to find him as soon as possible. The sooner the better, my cousin..."

The house-elf looked at him eagerly, as if about to say something, but couldn't, with a pained look on his face.He was still struggling visibly with the naked eye, but his movements suddenly stopped in horror, and then with a loud bang, he disappeared as abruptly as when he came, leaving only Harry staring blankly at the dark scene in front of him. The air, I haven't recovered for a long time.

Just leave?Harry stared blankly at the empty night in front of him, unable to recover for a long time.Neville was snoring evenly, and Ron rolled over on the bed next to him, uttering a muffled dream.

Harry jumped out of bed, shaking Ron awake.Ron was dragged up by him in a daze, and 5 minutes later he was dragged to sit down in the empty common room before he woke up and heard him talk about the visitor who had just arrived suddenly.

"He disappeared suddenly? It's normal, as long as the master calls, the house elf always arrives immediately." Ron yawned, trying to pull himself together, "And you just said that his expression is very painful? What about that?" He may be restricted by the kind that seems not to be allowed to speak out, and the house elves have a lot of restrictions, and they cannot betray their masters."

"But he seemed friendly," said Harry hesitantly. "Want to remind me to protect myself, and said someone was going to kill the Minister for Magic... Do you think that could be true?"

Ron was about to fall asleep again, he couldn't control his head down a little bit, and said in a vague voice, "Fudge? It shouldn't be possible, his ability is already so mediocre, and he still listens to those behind him. People should cherish their lives."

Harry still felt uneasy. After thinking for a while, he picked up the phone: "Maybe I can call the Order of the Phoenix...Although it's late, there is always someone on duty there."

As he expected, the call was quickly connected.Sean Jonathan's voice came from inside, as calm and stable as ever.

"Hello? Order of the Phoenix."

"Uncle Sean!" Harry said, "Sorry to bother you so late, I have something to ask... Is there any news from the Ministry of Magic? For example, the Minister of Magic was killed or something..."

"Harry? Is that you?" Sean's surprised voice came from the phone, "It's really late, it's 02:30 in the morning—did you have a nightmare? In the dream, the Minister of Magic was killed ? This dream is a bit novel. Do you need to interpret dreams? I am not very good at it, but your aunt Catherine seems to be very researched. If you are interested, call the editorial office of "Wizard Weekly" during the day, and she will be willing help you."

"No, I don't think so..." Harry replied awkwardly, and he began to feel that he was saying something inexplicable.A strange house-elf suddenly came to the door, told him the news and then disappeared, he actually believed it, and made a special trip to call the Order of the Phoenix to confirm...

Feeling very embarrassed, Harry quickly hung up the phone after scribbling a few sentences, covered his face with his hands and pulled Ron: "Let's go back to sleep, it's still a while before dawn, I'm sorry for waking you up..."

It's okay, buddy.Ron muttered something half asleep, and was drifted back by him like sleepwalking. Halfway up the stairs between the two of them, the phone in the Gryffindor common room suddenly rang frantically.

At 02:30 in the dead of night, the voice was too shrill, and quickly woke Ron up, Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head to look at the ringing phone, feeling inexplicably ominous in his heart premonition.

"Harry?!" After the call was connected, Sean Jonathan's voice came in a hurry. Different from the leisurely and calm just now, this time it was full of seriousness and tension.

"How did you find out about this, Harry? Who told you? Or did you dream again—"

"Did something really happen to Cornelius Fudge?!" Harry and Ron gathered around the microphone and looked at each other nervously. Harry asked in a tense voice.

"Ten minutes ago, in his own office, he was shot and killed in one shot." Sean said heavily, "There was no trace of struggle at the scene—his expression was terrified, but he seemed to give up struggling, completely All are captured."

"Who found him?!" Harry asked in shock.

"Scrimgeour," Sean said, "the new head of the Auror office after Moody stepped down, the one who has always looked down on Sirius - recently he is the same as Sirius, because the Ministry of Magic cooperates with the Muggle government Tan Beng has been working overtime. He went to Fudge's office to report the situation 10 minutes ago and found him dead in the office."

Five hours later, as the "Daily Prophet" published the news of the minister's assassination and death, this incident began to spread rapidly in the magic world, bringing unspeakable panic.

—If the Minister of Magic could be killed in his own office, who else could be spared?Gunshot wound - this is not a wizard's method, this is a Muggle weapon!Are you a Muggle who did this evil? !

How can they?They're just Muggles - how did they do that? !

Although some wizards pointed out that the possibility of this murder being committed by Muggles is very small, even if they have lethal weapons, they have no way of reaching the underground Ministry of Magic, let alone leave swaggeringly after committing the crime.However, most people are not so clear-headed. There was a strong anti-Muggle wave in the wizarding world. People seemed to recall the bad history of being expelled and persecuted by Muggles in the Middle Ages, and hated Muggles like never before.

In such a panic situation, the new Minister of Magic who was pushed to the post was Rufus Scrimgeour, the former head of the Auror Office.He was the first person to discover Fudge's body, and he played a key role in stabilizing the situation and dealing with related incidents. His consistent tough image also gave him a lot of points.Against such a background, his appointment became a matter of course, and it was almost expected by everyone.

The Order of the Phoenix originally had some methods that could influence the candidate for the Minister of Magic, but after the assassination of the current minister was considered by everyone to be related to Muggles, the Order of the Phoenix became more passive than ever.

As a well-known pro-Muggle faction and a strong promoter of exchanges and cooperation with Muggles, some wizards' attitudes towards the Order of the Phoenix have begun to become subtle.

The new minister Scrimgeour, who took office, took a tough stance and immediately suspended many cooperations with the Muggle government that were still under discussion—many of which Fudge had worked so hard to keep and had been arguing with the cabinet government.He gave a short but rousing speech before the public, declaring that wizards should unite, use their innate powers, and secure their rights.

On the night he took the stage, another thing quietly happened.Some Azkaban suspects who were sentenced to lifelong rape died quietly inside. This kind of bizarre death was peaceful, and did not grab any slightly larger pages in the atmosphere of strong opposition to Muggles. Their corpses He was hastily restrained, and then was taken lightly by the media in an inconspicuous corner.

Among the Azkaban prisoners who died strangely, there were several notorious Death Eaters, as well as Barty Crouch, the former Director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic.

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