The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Chapter 197

"Albus! You have to give me an explanation!" Fudge walked up and down in the principal's office, "How do you want me to tell the outside? A director of the Ministry of Magic, in the cafeteria of Hogwarts, was arrested by the threshold Stumbled, ended up with your own wand piercing your jaw, and died?"

"Connelly, don't always ask me to explain, your statement is the same as those little wizards." Dumbledore shrugged, took a sip of the black tea on the table, "A senior official of the Ministry of Magic who has asked for sick leave , Why did you come here to find me? This is the key."

"Albus! What do you mean?" Fudge was taken aback by Dumbledore's words. The first sentence was nothing more than satirizing his opinion as the little wizard, and the latter sentence was also mocking him, but still with doubts.

"The answer is obvious, isn't it?" Dumbledore glanced at him, and added a few spoonfuls of honey to the black tea. There was a problem with the higher-ups of the Ministry of Magic. Instead of looking for you, the minister, he came to him, the headmaster of Hogwarts , I have no points in my heart?

"..." The veins on Connelly's head were almost protruding, "Albus, I don't have time to argue with you now, the director in charge of the Triwizard Tournament is dead, I think it's better to cancel the next game Bar?"

"No! The Triwizard Tournament cannot be cancelled. This game must go on. Too many things happened this year. People need this legendary event!"

"What are you talking about? Harry Potter is among the four contestants! If our little savior suffers another misfortune, then the wizarding world will not be in chaos!"

"Fudge, there will be no accidents with Harry, I will take good care of him and will not let him out of my sight."

"Okay, Albus, I'm pretty burnt out now, and I'll be replacing Barty Crouch for the last match of the Triwizard Tournament."

Fudge left the office with a livid face, the moment the door was closed, the ugly face disappeared, yes, I will go that day, Albus, I think your expression must be very wonderful when I think of it!

Dumbledore, who watched Fudge leave, became a little annoyed. What he said just now was not only mocking Fudge, he never believed that the other party would be stabbed to death by his own wand. The way of death that has appeared, the other party is obviously hit by the Imperius Curse!

A senior official of the Ministry of Magic, his son was imprisoned at home for more than ten years after his son escaped by feigning death, but after his son escaped, he himself fell under the Imperius Curse, and his firm will prompted him to risk his life to come to Hogwarts to find me to inform me.

Is Fudge really as problematic as Macon says?But Gellert can't see Fudge's future. According to him, those who have too much entanglement with Macon will be shrouded in fog, and their fate will deviate from the original track...

He walked faster and faster in the office, and he seemed to have grasped something in the dark, but every time he encountered a critical point and only needed a flash of inspiration to clear the fog, he couldn't ask for it.

It's not that he didn't think of using Macon's ability to resurrect Crouch, but the people resurrected by Macon will be controlled by him, and the consequences are even more serious.

Fudge took Crouch's body from the school hospital and returned to the Ministry of Magic. He was happily drinking coffee and listening to music in the minister's office, beating the beat from time to time.

"You look happy?"

"Of course, as long as Harry Potter dies, I have enough reasons to let him step down. Dumbledore is always a threat. Only by taking his power and discrediting him can he completely control the wizarding world!"

"Our target is the black cat, are you going in the wrong direction?"

"Oh, that's your goal, not mine, but they all belong to the same camp now, you're helping me, and I'm helping you as well. Our primary and secondary goals are just the opposite, but they are closely integrated!"

"Humans are really complex creatures."

"Without this complicated creature like me, you would have died long ago!"

"···"

In Hogwarts Macon's previous hut, Sirius had already returned. He sent a letter to Harry through an owl, asking him to come here, and told him something important.

"Harry! The last match of the Triwizard Tournament, you have to give up!" Sirius grabbed Harry's shoulders with both hands and said to him seriously, "Listen, since the last dance, I have been staring at Harry. Crouch, today he went crazy at home, called Dumbledore's name, then smashed the window from under my nose, and ran here, what's even more strange, he died just like that! Killed with my own wand!"

"Sirius, I know, I'm here." Harry was very touched by Sirius' concern for him, but he had to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. He was full of confidence in his own strength, "Don't worry, I will Take care of yourself, Mr Crouch's death is indeed bizarre, his death had nothing to do with the Triwizard Tournament, he was just a Ministry of Magic official in charge of the event."

"It is precisely because he is a senior official in charge of the triwizard hegemony that I..." Sirius saw Harry's determined eyes, and he understood that no matter what he said, he could not change his decision, "Harry, Do you have a size and size spell? I see you cast it on that sword."

"Huh? I know this spell," Harry looked at Sirius suspiciously, "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"I want to be like that black cat. You cast a shrinking spell on my Animagus form and bring me with you, so I can protect you at any time!" Sirius thought of a brilliant idea.

"But, but he turned into a cat." Harry looked at his godfather with some embarrassment. His transformation into a dog, no matter how small he became, would always make him uncomfortable to be around. So disrespectful to him.

"Harry, you have to understand that your safety is more important to me than anything else!"

Harry was so moved by what Sirius said, his eye circles soon turned red, his godfather really would do anything for himself.

During dinner, almost all the little wizards became cautious when entering the cafeteria. They would choose to walk from both sides after entering. They would rather sit together in a crowded place, and no one would sit near the door.

Whenever someone who is daring chooses to come in ostentatiously, it will cause bursts of exclamation.

Crouch's death, after a day's fermentation, has changed from an accident to black magic, and then a curse. Some people say it is occultism, and some people even moved out of Eastern metaphysics, saying that Crouch's bad character and fate too bad

"Look, that's Potter, and he's carrying a black dog! Could there really be a metaphysical factor in Crouch's death? Someone as powerful as Harry also has a black dog with him? Black dogs can ward off evil spirits in the East of!"

"But Trelawney said the black dog is an ominous sign, a sign of destruction!"

"···"

Harry sat awkwardly on the dining table with the black dog in his arms. Ron looked at the black dog curiously and wanted to touch it, but Harry slapped it off and motioned him not to do it.

"Ron, he's Sirius, and his name is Cold now," Harry whispered in Ron's ear, "He was worried that I might be in danger, so he asked me to take him like this."

"Cold?" Ron looked at the black dog strangely, "This name is really weird."

Harry watched the black dog gorging on the food on the dining table, and couldn't help thinking that Sirius had said something before. He should not be doing very well recently. It seems that he hasn't had a proper meal for a long time. Harry's heart was warm and sour. .

The dinner ended quickly. Macon had been waiting for Dumbledore to explain Crouch's death today, but he didn't mention it until the end. It seemed that he was going to deal with it coldly.