Chapter 681

"Dumbledore, I'm afraid I can't see any connection between the two, not at all!" This is the voice of Cornell fudge, Minister of magic.

"Ruth said that Percy's best thing is to get lost. We should have found her by now, I admit, but all the same, we have no evidence of cheating or dirty private deals. Dumbledore, not at all. How could her disappearance be associated with the accident of crouch

"And what do you think happened to crouch, Mr. Minister?" Said moody in his deep voice.

"I think there are two possibilities, alasto," fudge said. "One is that crouch finally became schizophrenic - and from his personal records, I think you agree, he's not just like - he's insane, and then he's wandering around --"

"so he's wandering really fast, if that's true, Connelly." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Or - what..." Fudge's voice sounds awkward.

"All right. I have to see where he was found before I can make a conclusion, but you say it's not far from busbarton's carriage? Dumbledore, do you know the woman

"I think she's a very responsible headmistress - and she dances very well." Dumbledore said faintly.

"Dumbledore, all right!" Fudge said angrily, "you shouldn't be particularly fond of her because of Hagrid. They're not harmless - if, in fact, you can say that Hagrid is harmless, even if the monster is following him -"

"I treat both of them equally, neither doubting Hagrid nor Mrs. Maxim." Dumbledore remained calm. "I think it's your bias, Cornell."

"Can we pause the discussion first?" Moody growled.

"Well, well, let's go to the forest together." Cornell said impatiently.

"No, I don't mean that." Moody said, "because Potter and Al want to have a word with you, Dumbledore. They're right outside the door. "

The door of the office opened.

Fanlin sorted it out. Eavesdropping is probably over here.

"Hello, Al Porter," moody said. "You come in."

Harry came in.

He had been in Dumbledore's office before; it was a very beautiful round room with pictures of Hogwarts' presidents and wives on the wall, sleeping soundly and their chests undulating slightly.

Fudge stood at Dumbledore's table, wearing his usual pinstriped coat and greyish green bowler hat.

"Harry!" "How are you?" cried fudge cheerfully

"Good!" Harry lied. "We are talking about Mr. crouch being found in the forest that night." The rule of law says, "did you find him?"

"No, it's Fanlin..." Said Harry.

Then, feeling a little impolite to pretend that he hadn't heard them talking outside the door, he added, "I didn't see Mrs. Maxim anywhere. Maybe she had work to do, didn't she?"

Dumbledore stood behind fudge, smiling and blinking at him.

"Yes." Fudge looked embarrassed. He mistook the person who found it, and then Maxim was not there.

Van Lin looked up at Dumbledore, Dumbledore's eyes returned to flat.

Fudge smiles awkwardly at Vaseline. Between Harry and van Lin, he is more optimistic about Harry, but Van Lin's identity

"We're going into the woods, Harry, Al, so please forgive me Maybe you go back to the classroom first -- "

" I want to talk to you, professor. " Said Fanlin quickly, looking at Dumbledore, who glanced at him inquisitively.

"Wait for me here, you," said Dumbledore. "We'll be back soon. It won't take long."

They went out together and closed the door.

After a minute or two, Harry heard Moody's wooden legs pounding on the ground below, and he looked around.

Vaseline was completely relaxed. "You can have a look at it, Harry." Then, van Lin took out some small cakes.

"Would you like some snacks?" Van Lim said that for Dumbledore's office, van Lim lost his curiosity early. He came more than once, and even discussed with these headmasters.

"Forget it." Harry forced a smile. "I'll just look around."

Vaseline nodded. Harry really needed to relax.

"Hello, fox." Vaseline stood up and immediately picked up Fox's food and fed it.

Fox, professor's Phoenix, is standing on the golden perch by the door. It's the same size as a swan. Its bright red and gold feathers are very beautiful.

He was twitching its long tail and looking at them both kindly.

Harry sat down at Dumbledore's table.

For a few minutes, he sat watching the old headmaster and his wives dozing in the frame, thinking of what he had just heard and touching his scar with his hand. Now it doesn't hurt.He felt calmer, for he was already in Dumbledore's office, and he would soon be able to tell him about the dream. Harry looked up at the wall behind the table: the patched, ragged hat was on a shelf, next to it was a glass box with a very beautiful silver sword in it and a big Ruby key on the handle, which he recognized This is the sword he took out of his hat in second grade, and it belonged to Godric Gryffindor, the builder of the house where Harry lived.

He gazed at it and remembered how much it had helped him when he was in despair.

At this time, he noticed a small piece of silver light jumping on the glass box, flickering. He looked around to find out the source of the light, and then he saw a bright silver light coming out of a black cabinet behind him, because the door of the cabinet was not closed properly.

Harry hesitated for a moment and glanced at Fox and van Lin, who didn't mean to come over. He was having a good time with fox.

Halliday paused, then stood up, went to the cupboard and opened the door.

There was a shallow stone basin with strange carvings on the edge, like strange letters and symbols, which Harry did not know; the silver light came from what was in the basin, and it was not like anything Harry had ever seen before.

He didn't even know about the substance.

Whether it is liquid or gas, it carries a bright silvery white and is still moving; its surface rippled like a wind over the water, but like clouds, it splits and spins.

It was like a liquid of light - and like a solid of wind - it was hard for Harry to tell.

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