The Day of the Duel at Hogwarts.

Chapter 459 Subjective Initiative (asking for subscription, asking for monthly pass)
"It's me, Professor."

"So, this is another Horcrux, right?"

"That's right, professor! This Horcrux is the Hufflepuff gold cup in the Lestrange family vault!"

Hearing the name of the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, Dumbledore couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's crown, Hufflepuff's Gold Cup...

At the beginning, Voldemort once borrowed Gryffindor's sword from me, but I didn't lend it to him. Now it seems that it is a wise choice. "

"Speaking of the sword of Gryffindor, I have a question for you.

Professor, I wonder if the sword of Gryffindor can be lent to me for a while. I don’t have a weapon in my hand. I used the sword of Gryffindor for a short time when I killed the basilisk in the second grade. It’s very convenient, no Do you know if you can lend it to me? "

Dumbledore's expression was a little weird. Just now he said that he didn't lend it to Voldemort, but Sean turned around and asked him to borrow the Gryffindor sword...

"Sean, it's not that I won't lend it to you, but you need to know that the Gryffindor sword has its own choice, and only Gryffindor with unparalleled courage can hold its hilt."

"But when I was in the second grade, I held it."

"Special matters, as I said just now, the sword of Gryffindor has its own choice. However, if you insist on giving it a try, after this matter is over and I return to Hogwarts, Come to me, and I'll let you try to see if you can hold the hilt of Gryffindor's sword."

Dumbledore has already said that, and Sean will not say anything more to embarrass others, he nodded and said: "Okay, let's wait for the professor to come back, but according to my estimation, the professor will be back soon. "

"How to say?"

"Harry and the others seem to have their own plan, and it should be soon before they do it."

"This is a little earlier than I expected."

"The child has grown up and has his own ideas. Besides, he has tried to discuss this matter with us many times. It was the two of us who avoided seeing each other on purpose, conniving and guiding Harry to this point, so don't Weird people are reckless or something."

"Sean, you seem to be the same age as Harry, right?"

"Sometimes, age can't just look at the body, but the psychological age is the most important."

After the conversation was over, Sean put away the double-sided mirror and said to Kurkan who was chewing dragon meat: "Kurkan, from now on, you have to follow me anytime and anywhere, and next, I have to face What's more, it's a battle that turns over and over again, and I need your help."

Hearing this, Kulkan immediately rushed to Sean's shoulder with the last piece of dried dragon meat in his mouth, and muttered while eating: "That's no problem, anyway, I have nothing to do recently. What Voldemort is bullying you, I will help him!"

"Okay, then I'll rely on you to protect me."

"Leave it to me, don't worry!"

……

"Ah……!"

With a gasp, Harry woke up from his sleep.

His face was very ugly. He had been away for nearly a month just now, and saw some pictures of Voldemort and his Death Eaters again through dreams.

Voldemort couldn't wait anymore, and he was very dissatisfied with Umbridge's delay in entering the Department of Mysteries to find what he needed.

In the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Mysteries is a very mysterious department. Even the Minister cannot directly order them, and can only give corresponding orders through the Wizengamot. However, Umbridge has held many meetings because of this, As a result, except for those who absolutely and unconditionally stood on Voldemort's side, the rest of the Wizengamot members, whether they were pure blood or other standpoints, counted as one, and they all rejected Umbridge's desire to open the Department of Mysteries to investigate suggestion.

This makes Umbridge's plan to get the prophecy ball about Voldemort from it completely bankrupt. In the final analysis, Umbridge's ability is only based on her position as acting Minister of Magic. There is no power to influence the Ministry of Magic at all.

Voldemort wants to get things in the Department of Mysteries, and Umbridge keeps trying to investigate the Department of Mysteries. Harry has some knowledge from his channels. He passed Bill and Charlie of the Weasleys. Did some research and finally found out that the messages I saw were true.

This made Harry very anxious, but he kept trying to contact Sean and Dumbledore, but he couldn't contact them.

After much deliberation, Harry still came to the fire, lit the fire with a wave of his wand, and waved his wand again, causing the fire to spin into a vortex, and then Harry called Sirius' name in front of the fire.

"Sirius……"

"Sirius……"

"Sirius……"

Following Harry's call, a human face made of flames suddenly emerged from the vortex in the furnace fire. Looking carefully, it was exactly the appearance of Sirius.

"Harry, I happen to have something to do here, can I make a long story short?"

Hearing what Sirius said, a trace of anger welled up in Harry's heart. He had had enough of being ignored recently, but soon Harry suppressed the anger in his heart. He knew that before Sirius I made a big mistake with myself, and I want to make up for the previous mistakes, so I have been very busy recently.

"Sirius, I dreamed that Voldemort was very angry and eager, and he desperately wanted to get..."

"Harry, let's not talk about it, I suddenly have an urgent matter here, Dumbledore has found some clues about Death Eaters, and we are going to track them down.

I know your dream, don't worry about it, strengthen your Occlumency training, and I'll go to the Burrow to find you as soon as I finish my work, remember to listen to Molly. "

"Small……"

Before Harry could finish his sentence, he saw the face of Sirius, which was made of fire in the fireplace, disappear in an instant.

As if his breath was stuck in his throat, Harry only felt that he couldn't get up or down at this moment. He was silent for a while, and then punched the fireplace.

The punch was so heavy that Harry's fist had cracked flesh and blood flowed out.

However, Harry didn't care about this at all, he looked at the fireplace, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself: "You can't just watch Voldemort take that thing away like this, can you?
As Sean told me before, the connection between me and Voldemort is destined to take up the responsibility of fighting Voldemort and the Death Eaters as soon as possible.

Dumbledore and Sean are very busy, Sirius and the others are also very busy, only I am idle.

So I should act. "

After finishing the words, Harry turned his head to look at the Firebolt and the Invisibility Cloak in the living room, and walked forward firmly.

(End of this chapter)