104- Busy Dumbledore

104- Busy Dumbledore

"Minerva, I need your help—Harry Potter is currently in the room under the third-floor corridor. Please go there."

Dumbledore's phoenix Patronus delivered this message, immediately overwhelming Professor McGonagall's brain. After hearing the full explanation, she felt her blood pressure rising.

"Albus!!!" Professor McGonagall slammed her desk, toppling the ink bottles on it.

Even Albus Dumbledore could not do this!!!

Professor McGonagall decided she needed a serious conversation with Dumbledore when he returned.

After a flick of her wand to clean up the spilled ink, she prepared to leave—according to Dumbledore's instructions, she was to observe whether Potter could handle Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, and ensure his safety.

She found this request absurd and unreasonable.

Just then, a flash of gold and red light appeared, and a large gold-and-red bird, the size of a swan, materialized in her office, holding a worn-out hat in its beak.

Dumbledore's Patronus had mentioned bringing his phoenix, Fawkes, and the Sorting Hat. Now that both had come to her, she didn't need to make an extra trip to the headmaster's office.

Clamping the Sorting Hat under her arm and grasping one of Fawkes' outstretched claws, the next moment, she and the bird flew to the forbidden corridor on the third floor.

As soon as Professor McGonagall opened the trapdoor, she heard a strange sound: it seemed like the sound of water—but why would there be the sound of water here?

She jumped down, and upon landing, she saw a shadow with blue flames beneath it rushing toward her.

"Professor, run!!!"

Just as she was about to cast a spell, she heard Daphne's voice.

Luckily, her hearing was sharp enough to recognize it and put away her wand just in time.

"Miss Greengrass, you—" Professor McGonagall began to ask what had happened but was interrupted by Daphne.

After being busy all day, his words carried a hint of anger. But after speaking, he realized he shouldn't use such a tone with Dumbledore—especially since he still needed Dumbledore's help to deal with the creature. The Aurors at the Ministry of Magic were no match for it.

"Cornelius, it was severely injured and won't be causing any trouble in the short term. We have plenty of time to track it down. More importantly, although it isn't very intelligent, it had regained human form when we fought. Even if Muggles see it, it won't cause much of a problem." Dumbledore left one thing unsaid—that creature was highly lethal, and any Muggle who encountered it wouldn't be left alive.

"Ah, that's really great!" Fudge forced a smile, though his true feelings were hard to discern.

At this point, Fudge knew that the incident was mostly settled. It was time to consider the aftermath and the potential risks.

His mind raced with calculations: the creature was wearing a robe with a Nordic style—could he shift the blame onto the Finnish or Norwegian Ministry of Magic? But the creature was found on Scottish soil, which complicated things. Should Gringotts be held responsible instead? Or was it possible to suppress the whole matter?

Fudge thought his immediate priority was to cover up the incident.

He could put some pressure on the Daily Prophet to ensure they didn't mention it for now.

If things blew up in the future, he could throw Gringotts under the bus as a scapegoat for everyone to vent their frustrations on.

As for the curse-breakers who died here, Fudge didn't care at all. They had caused him so much trouble that if it weren't for the bad optics, he would have wanted to grind their bones to dust himself.

They were just a few foreigners, not British wizards. Fudge really didn't care about their deaths.

Oh, right, wasn't there a Weasley kid working as a curse-breaker? Next time he saw old Arthur, he'd advise him to get the boy a position in the Ministry, even if it was a minor one.

Fudge now had a very poor impression of curse-breakers.

At that moment, a cat-shaped Patronus appeared at Dumbledore's feet. It didn't speak, just sat there quietly, looking at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore: "..."

His expression turned stiff. Sighing, he said to Fudge, "I have some matters to attend to. Please excuse me for a moment."

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