Chapter 305 - 305 Regime change at the Ministry of Magic

Chapter 305: Chapter 305 Regime change at the Ministry of Magic

The candlelight in the headmaster's office seemed to dim.

A bright silver doe flew out from the tip of Snape's staff, leaping lightly in the air around the office, and finally flew out of the window and disappeared into the night.

Dumbledore looked back at it in a daze, watching its silver light disappear, then turned around and looked at Snape, his eyes filled with tears.

"Lily... after so long, you still...?"

"Always like this." Snape said.

Dumbledore fell silent for a long time without saying a word.

Snape just stared at Dumbledore, as if waiting for the old headmaster with far-sighted strategies to give him an explanation and tell him what the meaning of everything he had done to protect Harry was.

After a long time, Dumbledore sighed deeply and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with emotion.

"I will give you an explanation, Severus." He said slowly, "You know, I also don't want Harry to go down the destined path like this... He is still so young."

Dumbledore's voice was very light, almost like talking to himself, as if this explanation was not for Snape, but for himself.

"That's why I exposed the existence of the Elder Wand to Voldemort. I need him to get this wand... But before Voldemort gets this wand, the owner of the wand must be you!"

Snape was stunned.

"What are you kidding?" He frowned, "How can I get the approval of the Elder Wand from you? It is a Deathly Hallows anyway!"

"I'm not kidding, Severus." Dumbledore said softly, "I will find a suitable opportunity for you to kill me in front of other Death Eaters... Only if you kill me in person can you completely gain Voldemort's trust."

"I tell you, Dumbledore, this joke is not funny at all!" Snape sneered and said in a sarcastic tone, "If you want to change the subject in such a boring way, then I can only say that you are really old and stupid."

"Please listen to me, Severus, I am telling you a plan very seriously - a plan that has a glimmer of hope to keep Harry alive." Dumbledore looked at Snape and said seriously.

"Then go on." Snape threw his cloak and sat back on the sofa. "I'm curious about what tricks you are playing."

Dumbledore smiled and looked at Snape's eyes through his glasses with his deep blue eyes. His expression seemed very relaxed.

But the words he said were like a storm, shaking Snape's heart heavily.

"I just thought of this plan not long ago, because I got this ring from Voldemort by coincidence."

Dumbledore smiled and rubbed the black gem ring on his index finger, and said to Snape, "Perhaps you have guessed that this is one of the legendary Deathly Hallows - the Resurrection Stone."

"Now I have both the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone in my hands, and I also know where the Invisibility Cloak is... So by chance, the Deathly Hallows that we have been looking for for decades are easily gathered in one place."

"In the legend, the person who collects the three Deathly Hallows will become the master of the god of death. This is obviously a myth, Exaggerated, the Deathly Hallows are just three extremely powerful magical creations. "

"But after my research, I found that these three magical creations combined do have some special effects... It allows the holder to have a choice on the road to death, and can stay between life and death."

"With this ability, I can wait for Harry's arrival in that lost land and guide his wandering soul back to his body... This is the only way to let Harry survive."

Dumbledore looked at Snape gently, his tone was quite calm, as if he was chatting about some ordinary family matters.

Snape seemed to be shocked by Dumbledore's idea, his eyes contracted violently, his throat choked, and he didn't make any sound for a long time.

Dumbledore didn't speak either, just looked at him quietly, waiting for him to digest these complex and shocking information.

The starlight outside the window gradually dimmed, and a dawn light crossed the distant sky.

"Are you crazy?!" Snape shouted, "What are you thinking? Using the life of a great wizard to exchange for an ordinary student? And at this moment when the wizarding world is in chaos?!"

"The value of life is equally precious, Severus, no one is better than anyone else." Dumbledore chuckled, "Why not use my old man's life to exchange for the survival of a young man?"

Dracula looked at Fudge, who looked reserved, and said, "Tsk".

"You hid your vampire identity well, how come it was exposed?" he asked, "I thought you could keep hiding it."

"It was all because of those two bitches Amelia Bones and Scrimgeour. They tampered with my public speech to win people's hearts." Fudge said bitterly, "It was originally a cloudy day, and that's why I agreed to give the speech outdoors."

"Who knew that these two people used the simple excuse of needing good weather to appease the emotions of the wizarding world, and used a meteorological spell to move the clouds away!"

"So you Exposing the identity of the vampire on the spot?" Dracula laughed gloatingly, "Be thankful, it's good that a low-level vampire like you didn't turn into ash directly when encountering sunlight."

"But... but all my previous efforts were wasted!" Fudge covered his round face and said painfully, "Those who voted were also the same. I tried my best to give each of them a temporary dark magic defense manual the day before, but they turned their faces and refused to recognize me the next day!"

"What manual?" Dracula asked curiously.

"Temporary defense manual in wartime." Fudge said, taking out a purple booklet from his arms and handing it to Dracula.

The booklet was printed with eye-catching words:

"Authorized by the Ministry of Magic to protect you and your family from the harm of dark magic

...

If you see or encounter an Inferi, please report to the Ministry of Magic in time."

...

Dracula flipped through the wartime booklet and then curled his lips.

"It's just such a thin booklet, and there's no substantial content. Do you expect to get those wizards to support you with this?" He looked at Fudge sarcastically and said casually.

"You can't say that..." Fudge stammered, "I'm just a little unwilling, and I think I shouldn't be driven out so hastily."

"Why, can I understand that you are blaming me for turning you into a vampire?" Dracula raised his eyebrows.

"I dare not, I dare not..." Fudge shook his head hurriedly.

His current identity is just a low-level vampire who came to Dracula's castle to pay homage to the leader of the blood clan. He was surrounded by high-level blood clans with terrible breath, and he didn't dare to have any idea of ??offending Dracula.

What's more, he also needed help this time, otherwise he would find a place to hide secretly. Why would he come to a place full of vampires to suffer for himself?

"Tell me, what is your purpose in coming to me?" Dracula asked casually, "I don't believe you are someone who is willing to completely integrate into the vampire clan."

"Yes... yes, I do have something to trouble the Count." Fudge bent over and said with a smile, "I know you have absolute say in the vampire clan, and you also have influence on the werewolves not far away, so I came to you on purpose."

"I came here on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, hoping to form an alliance with the vampires and the two tribes to fight against the mysterious man and Grindelwald together!"

Dracula glanced at Fudge and felt a little funny.

"Haven't you abdicated? How can you still come here to negotiate on behalf of the Ministry of Magic?" Dracula asked.

"I haven't completely failed yet. As long as the cooperation between the Ministry of Magic and vampires and werewolves can be negotiated, I can make great contributions to the Ministry of Magic." Fudge saw that he couldn't hide it from Dracula, so he simply told the truth.

"When Amelia Bones makes some serious mistakes, I will most likely get another chance to return to the position of Minister!"

"Is that so?" Dracula chuckled, "Then why don't you take a look at who this is?"

He snapped his fingers.

A curtain was pushed open, and a middle-aged witch stood behind it, looking at Fudge with a serious expression.

Her face was exactly the same as the one in the newspaper next to her.