Chapter 676： My territory

A dark green beam of light flew out from the tip of Harry Potter's staff, heading straight for Dumbledore.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene, and even a cat in Professor McGonagall stopped purring and stared at Harry with wide eyes.

However, Dumbledore, as if he had been prepared, stretched out his hand to hold the wand that slipped out of his cuff, and then lightly tapped a metal ornament on the table, and the ornament immediately swelled and flew.

The Slaughtering Curse hit the ornament with a "poof" sound, and then quickly dissipated without causing any damage.

"You can't kill me like this, Tom." Dumbledore looked at Harry dazedly, even if the spell just didn't stop him, it would at most make him bleed a little.

"Hmph..." Harry sneered subconsciously.

At the same time, the hatred in his heart was quickly fading away, followed by the severe pain on the scar on his forehead.

"what!"

Harry quickly threw the wand in his hand far away, and knelt on the ground clutching his scar.

"Harry, are you okay, meow?"

(?ΦωΦ?)?

Fish jumped out of Professor McGonagall's arms and ran over to give him a tranquillity and rejuvenation.

And Dumbledore also walked around the desk, walked to Harry's side and helped him up from the ground.

"Teacher, professor..." Harry subconsciously wanted to pull his arm back, but Dumbledore grabbed it tightly.

He looked at Dumbledore in horror and explained incoherently: "I just... no... not me... I don't know..."

"I know it didn't come from your heart, but that's why I ask you to learn Occlumency as soon as possible," Dumbledore whispered.

He saw that Harry still looked like he had more than one season in his heart, so he comforted: "But don't worry too much, just now because you were first depleted by Voldemort's dream, and then your emotions came back. The violent fluctuations gave Voldemort a chance. Moreover, the power of the Killing Curse just now was very low, basically not hurting anyone, so that's all he can do."

"Furthermore, it is not so easy for Voldemort to control your behavior. Doing so will also drain his energy, and he cannot stare at you all the time."

After Dumbledore's comfort, Harry finally felt a little more at ease, and at the same time he also developed a strong sense of urgency for Occlumency, which had been slack. After all, he didn't want that one day, he would suddenly attack his relatives and friends uncontrollably.

"Wow, I thought it was Harry who wanted to fight with Albus too..."

(?ω?)

Fisher said with a bored expression.

Professor McGonagall tapped the little cat on the head, then turned to look at Dumbledore, "So, Voldemort went to great lengths to get Harry to attack you?"

"No," Dumbledore denied decisively: "He should know that this can't hurt me. He created false memories to deceive Harry. There must be a deeper reason."

He frowned and thought for a moment, then said to Harry, "Harry, tell me again what you dreamed about, including all the details you can remember."

The previous dream was so impressive, and the previous part was very long, and he had repeated it several times, so Harry could retell it smoothly without much recollection.

Everyone, including the successive principals in the portrait, and Sirius and Mad-Eye Moody on the other side of the double-sided mirror, listened quietly.

Fisher tried to interject from time to time to ask a few questions, but Professor McGonagall sternly stopped him with his eyes, so the cat could only angrily stuff a pile of cockroaches into his mouth and deliberately chew them up. Tsakacha" sounded.

"You mean... Voldemort said that he couldn't get that thing himself, and that he had to get it from Sirius?" Dumbledore confirmed with a solemn expression after listening to Harry's narration.

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Harry nodded and replied, "Yes, Sirius in the dream refused to give in, and then Voldemort tortured him with the Cruciatus, and then I was woken up by Ron and the others."

"But that's not right!" In the mirror, Sirius exclaimed in surprise: "Pre... that thing, shouldn't only Voldemort and Harry get it?" He followed immediately and suddenly said: "Did he just want to Do you want to lead Harry over to get that thing? But it doesn't make sense..." Sirius said, and became lost in the lake again.

"Alastor, please contact Arthur..." Dumbledore was halfway through speaking and shook his head again, "No, to be on the safe side, I'll make a trip myself... Fox."

He beckoned and summoned the phoenix who was resting on the perch.

Fox flapped his wings and flew over, landing on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"You are here waiting for my news." Dumbledore finished speaking, only to see a flash of fire, and he and Fox disappeared in front of everyone...

By the way, he also took a small fur cat who suddenly reached out and grabbed his robe.

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In the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, Fish and Dumbledore were staring at each other, and Fox left first after a light cry.

"Are you going to fight Voldemort, meow? Fischer is going too!"

?(??ω??)?

The cat shouted with bright eyes.

"Okay..." Dumbledore sighed helplessly, and then said, "But you have to promise me not to act without authorization."

"No problem, meow." Fish nodded quickly and stood beside Dumbledore obediently.

It's impossible to go back, anyway, no matter what the bad old man asks, let's agree first.

But Mao Mao was always restless, and after standing beside Dumbledore for a while, he began to look left and right.

(°ω°≡°ω°)

"Albus, this is not the Ministry of Magic meow? Why is Voldemort meow here?" Maomao asked curiously.

Fish had been here a few years ago, when Professor McGonagall brought him to register with the Animagos.

Then he pointed to the golden fountain in the center of the main hall, and sneered: "Fish used to think that the house-elf in that fountain was so stupid... The water actually spewed out of his ears."

"This is the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore also looked around and found that there was no one in the main hall. He couldn't help frowning, "We are going to the Department of Mysteries to see that If something is still there, it won't necessarily run into Voldemort."

"What is that thing?"

(??ω??)?

Fish asked curiously.

As for the possibility of not being able to meet Voldemort, the cat is not particularly concerned about it. It's just a defeated general. If you can't meet it, you can't meet it. It's interesting to visit the Ministry of Magic again.

The last time I came, Fish was held by Professor McGonagall the whole time in the form of a cat, and he didn't take a good stroll here.

"Well..." Dumbledore hesitated, but said the truth: "It's a prophecy ball, which contains prophecies about Harry and Voldemort. Only those involved in the prophecy can get it from the Department of Mysteries. to the prophecy ball associated with them."

"Prophecy..."

(?ω?)

As soon as he heard about the prophecy, Fish immediately lost interest. He and Professor Trelawney teamed up to fool Umbridge. In the cat's cognition, prophecy = deceit.

So Fish turned his attention back to the Ministry of Magic and continued to look around.

If nothing else, the layout is pretty nice...except that the fountain is kind of stupid.

Thinking of this, Feish suddenly changed back to the appearance of a cat, and then found a few places that were pleasing to the eye, scratching his paws from time to time, or rubbing his cheeks on it, leaving his own claw marks and smell as marks .

When he came here a few years ago, Mao Mao seemed to mark this place as his own territory, but he was always under the control of Professor McGonagall and failed to implement the ideas at that time.

but!

starting today!

This is Fish's place!

?(=?ω?=)?

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