The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Fudge looked angrily at Dumbledore and the rest of the people in front of him, and wanted to grab them, but he felt a little apprehensive looking at the ruins.

Not a single place in the main hall on the eighth floor was intact, and he couldn't even imagine what the Department of Mysteries would look like below. The Mysterious Man and Dumbledore's army had a fight here tonight?

"Interesting, how did Lucius Malfoy get into the Department of Mysteries?"

Cyrus turned his right wrist, and the rubble on the side became two giants, staring at the Aurors, as long as they made any move, they would rush over.

"Lucius?" Fudge broke out in cold sweat, "I don't understand...what does this have to do with him..."

"The prophecy ball about Harry and Voldemort has been taken away." Dumbledore looked at Fudge domineeringly from above the half-moon glasses, "You should know that no one is eligible to enter the Department of Affairs except 'The Silent Man'!"

Fudge looked around for someone to remind him what to do next, but no one spoke.

"Okay... who can call Dolores over here?" He stepped back, but glared at Cyrus with reservations, and stretched his stubby neck to the big hole in the ground.

The news that Dumbledore told made Fudge not know what to do.

That's a prophecy!Once obtained by the mysterious man, the only hope is gone...Fudge also tried to find the shadow of Harry Potter, but the latter was closely guarded by Lupine and Sirius.

"You mean that pink toad?" Hermione said contemptuously, "She died in the Hall of Prophecy..."

"You—you! Dare to kill the officials of the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge's face flushed red, anger made the house-elf trembling behind him holding up the hem of his clothes.

Cyrus didn't know if he was really that stupid, or if he was pretending to be stupid, so he said, "Obviously your guest of honor, Lucius Malfoy, is trying to kill people... Mr. Fudge, how much did he give you?" money?"

He didn't even bother to maintain the superficial politeness. After today, Fudge's ministerial position had basically come to an end.

These words almost tore apart the bloody reality, and placed them in front of the real Aurors and members of the Ministry of Magic. They looked at each other in blank dismay, finally put down their wands, and walked aside to start repairing the Ministry of Magic one by one.

Everyone was thinking in their hearts: what he said was right, only the 'silent man' was eligible to enter the Department of Mysteries, did Malfoy bribe Fudge...

It has to be said that without Fudge, Voldemort's plan would not have been so successful.

Dumbledore didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, he just turned his head and shouted "Mentos" to a head, using the Portkey blatantly in front of the Ministry of Magic, no one cared what the livid Fudge was thinking.

"By the way, Umbridge promised the Ministry of Magic and beat the professor seriously..." Hermione narrowed her eyes and found a ladybug lying on the wall, "I think people will be interested, and by the way, Tell me, happy retirement~"

The girl swung the cloak violently and turned to follow Dumbledore. In Cyrus' eyes, this action had some Snape charm?

This is not good....

At night in London, the British on the ground could hear the vibrations under their feet, but fortunately they didn't take it seriously. The only person who knew was John from Downing Street.

Finally, they had no choice but to experience the Portkey before returning to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

It was already around five o'clock in the morning, the sky outside the window was pale, and the sky over the Forbidden Forest was also stained with pure green. Sirius rubbed his chest and leaned against the window with Harry.

The office was quiet, and everyone had their own concerns.

Cyrus looked at the door, wondering what the companions who had evacuated through the Portkey one step earlier were doing... were they huddled in the kitchen or the Great Hall celebrating that first tiny victory over Voldemort?

Hermione, on the other hand, closed her eyes and sat on the rug by the fireplace, using Occlumency to lock up the emotions on the dark side again.

"sorry" "sorry...sorry"

Harry and Sirius both spoke at the same time, and they exchanged glances.

"I thought Voldemort really caught you..." Harry thought of those friends who fell beside him, and his blood was poured cold after the victory. "I was going to take a look, but I didn't expect to hit pink toad"

Sirius was silent for a while, pretending not to care, swaying back and forth, and said: "It's okay... If it was James, he would definitely do the same, of course, it would be the same if it were me!"

Suddenly there was a cold "hum" from the corner.

It was Professor Snape. He seemed to have heard some joke, and there was an ugly sneer on his face.

Cyrus thought Harry would say something, but instead he just ignored Snape, looking into Black's eyes with a very serious expression, the dust on his face made him look a few years older.

"I am who I am!" Harry said from the bottom of his heart.

He was worried about Sirius because he was his godfather, a relative he recognized in his heart; this had nothing to do with his father, he was himself, and he didn't want to imitate anyone!

Sirius opened his mouth silently, stared into those emerald green eyes full of conviction, and finally just nodded.

"In a few days, you will see angry people." Cyrus broke up the heavy atmosphere between the two, and picked out some good news, "If Fudge doesn't want to step down, then there will definitely be two factions fighting inside."

Hopefully Rita Skeeter got the message from Hermione, that's big news.

On the other hand, when everyone is against the Ministry of Magic, then Hogwarts and the British wizarding world are truly out of the control of the Ministry of Magic, laying the foundation for future plans.

The action to save Harry was not a helpless move, it could only be said that there were advantages and disadvantages.

But at present, the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages: it has accelerated the division of the Ministry of Magic, and at the same time made some people recognize Muggles, and accelerated the process of the 'Joint Project'.

And last night's first joint battle between wizards and Muggles must have given many people new thoughts... Of course, the main players must be George and Fred.

Emerald green flames burst out of the fireplace, and two people spun out from inside. Behind Dumbledore's tall body was Dawlish, who also put on neat clothes.

Cyrus shot him an apologetic look.

"Fudge can't hide the mystery man..." Dumbledore brushed his palm, and a wooden chair appeared out of nowhere in front of him, "We don't plan to continue to ask for news from the Ministry of Magic."

In fact, it's just not necessary, when everything is on stage, it's just a matter of skill.

"The most promising one is Rufus Scrimgeour. As far as I know, the officials around Fudge are probably controlled by the Imperius Curse." Dawlish straightened his little tall hat.

Rufus Scrimgeour, now the head of the Auror office, and John Dawlish, Tonks, and him were former colleagues who worked together.

"So... what is Voldemort's prophecy?" Harry held his breath, bowing his head in front of the returning headmaster.

"Don't worry, that prophecy ball itself is a record, it was customized for me." Dumbledore tapped his head with his wand, "Actually, Voldemort chose you"

The principals around had already woken up, but no one dared to interrupt his and Harry's speech.

"To be honest, it would be a lot less interesting if he doesn't come back." A wizard sat on a throne-like chair and whispered to Cyrus with a smile, "I'm not saying you don't have energy..."

And Phoenix Black was on the other side, quietly looking at his great-great-grandson, and kept showing off to Armando that Sirius was as handsome as him.

"I'm the one who should say sorry... Harry" Dumbledore said hesitantly, "I care more about your happiness and peace of mind than letting you know the truth. I let you miss a lot "

He told Harry bluntly: he cared too much about everyone, and he couldn't make up his mind to turn people into pawns in the excellent plan.

Yet Cyrus came in, in a way Dumbledore had never seen before....

Dumbledore no longer needed to look at the blood-stained Harry and feel guilty; he also didn't need to find one excuse after another. On this dawn morning, he slowly told Harry everything in the office.

"Let's do it...while I'm still alive." The old headmaster's smile was full of relief.

Go bold, let go and do it, he has no regrets.