Chapter 434 McGuffin can't complain
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 434 McGuffin can't complain
"Is this guy crazy?"
After Fudge muttered a few words to himself, he was about to leave here.
He still had a lot of work to do tomorrow... In case someone figured out Black's identity, Fudge had to prepare a backup plan to divert the public's attention from that report... and the Death Eater business, he had to arrange it.
He was really worried about letting other people do it, especially that guy Crouch... who had been secretly eyeing his position, although this time he was pulled into the same rope as himself, but he had better be careful.
However, when Fudge said goodbye, Dumbledore said to him first, "Okay, Connelly, I have something to discuss with you in private... McGuffin, and Professor Trelawney, you two also come together!"
"Professor!" Madam Pomfrey stretched out her hand to stop her, "Albert needs to rest. It is really important for you to find out what happened tonight. I can understand it, but what is it that insists on taking this little wizard away now?"
"You should know that what this little wizard needs most right now is rest... Tomorrow's magic test on his body will be a very energy-consuming thing..."
"Bobby, it's a very important thing... It's related to the changes that happened to the little wizard tonight."
"Can……"
"Very important, Albert also needs to understand what happened to himself!" Dumbledore said very seriously.
"Ok."
Dumbledore led a few people towards the door. Before leaving, he paused, stopped in his tracks, and shouted to the very curious Snape, "Severus, if you want to know... come along too!"
"Bobby, take care of the rest of the little wizards... Let them rest well!"
After speaking, he left the infirmary with a few people who were puzzled.
Only Harry, the three of them, Black, and Madam Pomfrey were left in the room.
Sirius Black seems to be still caught in the terrible news that Snape will be his landlord, caretaker and immediate boss...
He froze in place, trapped in a terrifying imagination and couldn't extricate himself.
Madam Pomfrey was still wary of this big fat man, she turned her head to look at Black from time to time, and then ordered Harry and the others to lie down on the bed to rest, while waving her wand to levitate the (unconscious) twins, put the sheets back on them.
Harry lay back on the bed, looking at Black, who was petrified in place, feeling very guilty.
He knew how painful it was to be with Snape.
During those two potions classes every week, he lived like a year.
What's more, he knew that Snape hated Black more than he hated himself... Now that he had Fudge's order, he could monitor Black more openly...
Harry shuddered, unable to bear the thought any further.
—and it's all because they lost Peter Pettigrew.
"Feel sorry!"
Harry suddenly apologized to Black, "It's all because of us—"
"No, nothing... Harry."
"It's much better, at least I'm not in prison, and I don't have to hide XZ... I can finally avoid Hagrid's feeding... I suspect that if this goes on, I will have to look like Dudley Dursley soon."
Harry's stammered apology brought Black to life, and he spoke hoarsely, trying to comfort Harry with an ugly grin.
Listening to this description... Dudley's appearance subconsciously appeared in Harry's mind, and he put it on Black -
But obviously, the (tonnage) gap between the two is still obvious.
"Then you have worked so hard! It seems that the current body shape is far from enough!"
"By the way, you should have met Dudley, right?"
Harry responded instinctively.
Thinking of the spherical, puffing Dudley Dursley made them both laugh.
Madam Pomfrey was watching anxiously at the door, Professor Dumbledore, who was talking quietly in the distance in the corridor, and didn't pay much attention to the small talk between Harry and Black.
(After all, she doesn't know how to deal with Black, so it's better to leave the little wizard alone and watch over Black!)
"Harry!—I don't know if anyone ever told you—"
"I am your godfather!"
Chatting and chatting, Harry and Black gradually began to get acquainted, Sirius finally hesitated to talk about his identity.
"Well, I know," said Harry.
"Well... this also means that your parents appointed me to be your guardian.... In the past, when you were a little kid, we had a discussion, if they had any misfortune..." Black said nervously.
Harry felt anticipation.
Did Blake mean he thought of that?
"Of course, if you want to live with your aunt and uncle, that's understandable."
"But if... I said that if I restore my reputation in the future, if you want to temporarily experience the living environment of a magical family, you can also move in and live with me."
Braque smiled strangely, "You should have heard, right? My family is also a famous pure-blood family, and there is still an old house for us to live in. I will reserve a room for you."
Sirius stumbled, but the meaning of the words made Harry's brain explode.
Although he had expected it, but—this was like a dream.
Seeing Harry staring blankly and not speaking, Black became more and more nervous, "It's okay if you don't want to, it's understandable... It's just my own preference."
"What are you kidding! I couldn't be more willing."
"Haven't you heard how I dealt with my Aunt Maggie? I guess if I stay at the Dursleys' house any longer, I won't be able to resist blowing them up with their wands before I graduate. —I really don't want to stay there for even a minute."
"I have to find a way to find Peter Pettigrew... so that your reputation can be restored."
Harry sat up abruptly, screaming in excitement and frustration.
"Harry Potter!"
Madam Pomfrey growled angrily at the two, "If you two don't calm down...I will have to petrify you."
Harry lay down obediently again, talking in a low voice with Black who was leaning over.
Hearing Harry's answer, Black's chubby face showed such a hearty smile for the first time, and his gloomy temperament completely disappeared.
Like a kind of magic, at this time, no one can connect the gloomy guy on the wanted notice with the chubby, silly guy now.
This smile came from the heart and was very sincere, making Harry seem to see the traces of Black when he was young.
As he said that, Harry remembered the incident he had thought of earlier, and he hurriedly asked Black, "Can you write me a letter?"
"I want to temporarily use it...to warn Uncle Vernon..."
"After all, when I left him last time, we didn't get along very well."
"Of course, I know it's unreasonable. If you don't want to do it..."
"Of course I would... I'm your godfather, Harry. I'd love to terrorize that stupid Muggle! You asked me to help, which in itself makes me very happy."
Blake said happily, "What's more, at your parents' wedding, I could see that your aunt and Vernon Dursley's Muggle were idiots... very typical... those Muggles who tried their best to deny the existence of magic."
"I'll mail you a letter asking if you're happy. I didn't expect the status of a wanted criminal to be so useful..."
That night, Black and Harry talked happily.
……
But in the corner of the corridor outside the medical care, the few people over there were not so happy.
"Professor Trelawney, please repeat what happened in the divination exam yesterday afternoon!"
Dumbledore led them to a secluded place in the corridor,
He waved his wand and sent the patrolling iron armored warriors to both sides of the corridor to prevent anyone from approaching and eavesdropping, and then he said to Trelawney.
As Trelawney slowly told about the situation of the MacGuffin divination class, Fudge's heart became heavier.
He remembered the topic not long ago...and the weird phenomenon caused by the little wizard in front of him...the moon that was as red as an eyeball...
As for Snape, he simply stared at McGuffin with the eyes of a monster.
When Trelawney finished speaking, Fudge asked hesitantly, "Is that what I think? Is everything inevitable?"
Dumbledore recalled the scene brought about by the [1999 Prophecy] that Trelawney once showed him, nodded and said, "Well, I'm afraid the changes in this world... will come faster than we imagined! It will be even more violent! We must be prepared to prevent the coming impact."
Although he said so, he did not tell Fudge about the [prophecy].
"What riddles are you talking about! What does it have to do with this little wizard?" Snape demanded.
There was a bad feeling in McGuffin's heart, what are these guys talking about.
——It feels very bad!
He seemed to see a bottomless pit, an indescribably black cauldron... the two combined together covered him from the sky and the earth.
Under Snape's repeated questioning, Dumbledore opened his mouth to explain what the moon phantom similar to an eyeball and the revelation that Professor Trelawney had just discovered meant.
"You should still remember the weird ritual of the centaur, right? Since then, I have been suspicious, and started to investigate the relevant information alone... But the conclusion is too unbelievable... It wasn't until the accident last night that I was sure that my guess was correct!"
"MacGuffin get out your wand!"
The old bee took out his own bone wand, and then let McGuffin draw out his wand.
As the tips of the wands of the two people approached... golden flashes, the space cracked finely, black flames spewed out, and the endless sound of waves began to echo in everyone's ears.
McGuffin was surprised to find that not only himself, but everyone else here heard... saw these inexplicable movements.
"This is?"
"Didn't I tell you earlier? The wand in my hand and the wand in McGuffin's are twin wands made from the same Thestral tail feather... This thing has been circulating in the wizarding world. To a certain extent, the history of these two magic wands can even be said to be longer than the existence of the British wizarding world..."
"And this connection between the two wands..."
"It also means that another real space, a purely different world, or that the dimensions of the world are constantly approaching."
"But why didn't we know that before?" Snape asked.
Dumbledore pointed to the wand in McGuffin's hand and said, "Because this wand has never had an owner... until the appearance of McGuffin."
"This magic wand is connected to that world, so to speak, a kind of bridge has been established between our world and that external world dimension... so that the changes that were originally unconscious and slow for thousands of years began to accelerate rapidly."
"Some signs...we can see clearly now."
"You should know, don't you? Connelly! Think about the changes over the years... The ancient magic that we were unable to use has been revived and can be used. Various accidents have occurred continuously in the Muggle society. Since the year before last, the number of little wizards born in the whole of England has almost exceeded the average in the past century..." Dumbledore said.
"It's no wonder that these long-lost [Dragon Taming Curse] were researched and restored by [group casting] not long ago, and the incredible [Giant Horror Plant] last year...I understand why the 'dementors will defect and are extremely obsessed with killing this little wizard'...and more and more magic out of control incidents this year..."
Fudge muttered to himself, "No wonder those old fellows from the Wilmoson Court, as well as the ministers of the Ministry of Magic of France and Egypt tentatively asked me...whether I had a meeting with the Muggle Prime Minister to discuss the positioning of the wizarding world...so that's the case!"
"Damn it, they must have discovered something a long time ago..." Fudge said eagerly.
Although he had expected this topic before, he didn't think that all these things were related to it.
The more McGuffin listened, the more he felt something was wrong.
what happened?
...the vulgar feeling...the weird familiarity...
McGuffin got goosebumps all over.
Although he felt bad, he still had to bite the bullet and continue listening to the conversation between Dumbledore and Fudge.
Snape laughed angrily, he didn't believe it at all,
"Dumbledore, do you mean that this little wizard is an outer world dimension...an anchor point near our world, a beacon?"
"Are you making me believe such a ridiculous story?"
"You could say the same!" said Dumbledore. "But not only him... but other people's..."
"Let me prove it to you."
As he spoke, he waved his wand, and a red light shot towards the McGuffin.
Halfway through, the light turned into a golden bolt of lightning... connected to the wand in McGuffin's hand.
Afterwards, as Dumbledore chanted a strange spell aloud, the golden light connecting the two began to crack, turned and shot out, and hit a volley in the corridor far away.
The space there began to shatter like a mirror.
An irregular arc-shaped channel was split.
It was pitch black, like looking into an abyss.
There were clearer and clearer waves, and some inexplicable and sad melody reverberated, and they could feel the almost inconceivable magic power flowing through this channel...
"What exactly is this?"
Looking at this particularly familiar scene, McGuffin asked while swallowing.
"A bridge... a tunnel to another dimension of the world..." said Dumbledore.
"No, what exactly is that magic power?" Snape asked aloud, staring at the dark hole that appeared out of nowhere.
What he said was exactly what McGuffin wanted to ask.
"Didn't I say it? When another world dimension is connected to our world, incredible magic power will be produced at this time... This phenomenon even promotes the overall level of magic power in our world, which is why all kinds of strange things have been happening over the years..."
Dumbledore deliberated and said every word.
"In other words, the level of magic power in our world will gradually increase towards the age of ancient wizards..."
"I think you may have heard... the theory put forward by the mysterious astrologer 'Zhang Heng' from the ancient East—"
Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Dumbledore added.
"—Magic power recovery!"
Gan!
I knew it!
——God's aura revived!
(End of this chapter)
"Is this guy crazy?"
After Fudge muttered a few words to himself, he was about to leave here.
He still had a lot of work to do tomorrow... In case someone figured out Black's identity, Fudge had to prepare a backup plan to divert the public's attention from that report... and the Death Eater business, he had to arrange it.
He was really worried about letting other people do it, especially that guy Crouch... who had been secretly eyeing his position, although this time he was pulled into the same rope as himself, but he had better be careful.
However, when Fudge said goodbye, Dumbledore said to him first, "Okay, Connelly, I have something to discuss with you in private... McGuffin, and Professor Trelawney, you two also come together!"
"Professor!" Madam Pomfrey stretched out her hand to stop her, "Albert needs to rest. It is really important for you to find out what happened tonight. I can understand it, but what is it that insists on taking this little wizard away now?"
"You should know that what this little wizard needs most right now is rest... Tomorrow's magic test on his body will be a very energy-consuming thing..."
"Bobby, it's a very important thing... It's related to the changes that happened to the little wizard tonight."
"Can……"
"Very important, Albert also needs to understand what happened to himself!" Dumbledore said very seriously.
"Ok."
Dumbledore led a few people towards the door. Before leaving, he paused, stopped in his tracks, and shouted to the very curious Snape, "Severus, if you want to know... come along too!"
"Bobby, take care of the rest of the little wizards... Let them rest well!"
After speaking, he left the infirmary with a few people who were puzzled.
Only Harry, the three of them, Black, and Madam Pomfrey were left in the room.
Sirius Black seems to be still caught in the terrible news that Snape will be his landlord, caretaker and immediate boss...
He froze in place, trapped in a terrifying imagination and couldn't extricate himself.
Madam Pomfrey was still wary of this big fat man, she turned her head to look at Black from time to time, and then ordered Harry and the others to lie down on the bed to rest, while waving her wand to levitate the (unconscious) twins, put the sheets back on them.
Harry lay back on the bed, looking at Black, who was petrified in place, feeling very guilty.
He knew how painful it was to be with Snape.
During those two potions classes every week, he lived like a year.
What's more, he knew that Snape hated Black more than he hated himself... Now that he had Fudge's order, he could monitor Black more openly...
Harry shuddered, unable to bear the thought any further.
—and it's all because they lost Peter Pettigrew.
"Feel sorry!"
Harry suddenly apologized to Black, "It's all because of us—"
"No, nothing... Harry."
"It's much better, at least I'm not in prison, and I don't have to hide XZ... I can finally avoid Hagrid's feeding... I suspect that if this goes on, I will have to look like Dudley Dursley soon."
Harry's stammered apology brought Black to life, and he spoke hoarsely, trying to comfort Harry with an ugly grin.
Listening to this description... Dudley's appearance subconsciously appeared in Harry's mind, and he put it on Black -
But obviously, the (tonnage) gap between the two is still obvious.
"Then you have worked so hard! It seems that the current body shape is far from enough!"
"By the way, you should have met Dudley, right?"
Harry responded instinctively.
Thinking of the spherical, puffing Dudley Dursley made them both laugh.
Madam Pomfrey was watching anxiously at the door, Professor Dumbledore, who was talking quietly in the distance in the corridor, and didn't pay much attention to the small talk between Harry and Black.
(After all, she doesn't know how to deal with Black, so it's better to leave the little wizard alone and watch over Black!)
"Harry!—I don't know if anyone ever told you—"
"I am your godfather!"
Chatting and chatting, Harry and Black gradually began to get acquainted, Sirius finally hesitated to talk about his identity.
"Well, I know," said Harry.
"Well... this also means that your parents appointed me to be your guardian.... In the past, when you were a little kid, we had a discussion, if they had any misfortune..." Black said nervously.
Harry felt anticipation.
Did Blake mean he thought of that?
"Of course, if you want to live with your aunt and uncle, that's understandable."
"But if... I said that if I restore my reputation in the future, if you want to temporarily experience the living environment of a magical family, you can also move in and live with me."
Braque smiled strangely, "You should have heard, right? My family is also a famous pure-blood family, and there is still an old house for us to live in. I will reserve a room for you."
Sirius stumbled, but the meaning of the words made Harry's brain explode.
Although he had expected it, but—this was like a dream.
Seeing Harry staring blankly and not speaking, Black became more and more nervous, "It's okay if you don't want to, it's understandable... It's just my own preference."
"What are you kidding! I couldn't be more willing."
"Haven't you heard how I dealt with my Aunt Maggie? I guess if I stay at the Dursleys' house any longer, I won't be able to resist blowing them up with their wands before I graduate. —I really don't want to stay there for even a minute."
"I have to find a way to find Peter Pettigrew... so that your reputation can be restored."
Harry sat up abruptly, screaming in excitement and frustration.
"Harry Potter!"
Madam Pomfrey growled angrily at the two, "If you two don't calm down...I will have to petrify you."
Harry lay down obediently again, talking in a low voice with Black who was leaning over.
Hearing Harry's answer, Black's chubby face showed such a hearty smile for the first time, and his gloomy temperament completely disappeared.
Like a kind of magic, at this time, no one can connect the gloomy guy on the wanted notice with the chubby, silly guy now.
This smile came from the heart and was very sincere, making Harry seem to see the traces of Black when he was young.
As he said that, Harry remembered the incident he had thought of earlier, and he hurriedly asked Black, "Can you write me a letter?"
"I want to temporarily use it...to warn Uncle Vernon..."
"After all, when I left him last time, we didn't get along very well."
"Of course, I know it's unreasonable. If you don't want to do it..."
"Of course I would... I'm your godfather, Harry. I'd love to terrorize that stupid Muggle! You asked me to help, which in itself makes me very happy."
Blake said happily, "What's more, at your parents' wedding, I could see that your aunt and Vernon Dursley's Muggle were idiots... very typical... those Muggles who tried their best to deny the existence of magic."
"I'll mail you a letter asking if you're happy. I didn't expect the status of a wanted criminal to be so useful..."
That night, Black and Harry talked happily.
……
But in the corner of the corridor outside the medical care, the few people over there were not so happy.
"Professor Trelawney, please repeat what happened in the divination exam yesterday afternoon!"
Dumbledore led them to a secluded place in the corridor,
He waved his wand and sent the patrolling iron armored warriors to both sides of the corridor to prevent anyone from approaching and eavesdropping, and then he said to Trelawney.
As Trelawney slowly told about the situation of the MacGuffin divination class, Fudge's heart became heavier.
He remembered the topic not long ago...and the weird phenomenon caused by the little wizard in front of him...the moon that was as red as an eyeball...
As for Snape, he simply stared at McGuffin with the eyes of a monster.
When Trelawney finished speaking, Fudge asked hesitantly, "Is that what I think? Is everything inevitable?"
Dumbledore recalled the scene brought about by the [1999 Prophecy] that Trelawney once showed him, nodded and said, "Well, I'm afraid the changes in this world... will come faster than we imagined! It will be even more violent! We must be prepared to prevent the coming impact."
Although he said so, he did not tell Fudge about the [prophecy].
"What riddles are you talking about! What does it have to do with this little wizard?" Snape demanded.
There was a bad feeling in McGuffin's heart, what are these guys talking about.
——It feels very bad!
He seemed to see a bottomless pit, an indescribably black cauldron... the two combined together covered him from the sky and the earth.
Under Snape's repeated questioning, Dumbledore opened his mouth to explain what the moon phantom similar to an eyeball and the revelation that Professor Trelawney had just discovered meant.
"You should still remember the weird ritual of the centaur, right? Since then, I have been suspicious, and started to investigate the relevant information alone... But the conclusion is too unbelievable... It wasn't until the accident last night that I was sure that my guess was correct!"
"MacGuffin get out your wand!"
The old bee took out his own bone wand, and then let McGuffin draw out his wand.
As the tips of the wands of the two people approached... golden flashes, the space cracked finely, black flames spewed out, and the endless sound of waves began to echo in everyone's ears.
McGuffin was surprised to find that not only himself, but everyone else here heard... saw these inexplicable movements.
"This is?"
"Didn't I tell you earlier? The wand in my hand and the wand in McGuffin's are twin wands made from the same Thestral tail feather... This thing has been circulating in the wizarding world. To a certain extent, the history of these two magic wands can even be said to be longer than the existence of the British wizarding world..."
"And this connection between the two wands..."
"It also means that another real space, a purely different world, or that the dimensions of the world are constantly approaching."
"But why didn't we know that before?" Snape asked.
Dumbledore pointed to the wand in McGuffin's hand and said, "Because this wand has never had an owner... until the appearance of McGuffin."
"This magic wand is connected to that world, so to speak, a kind of bridge has been established between our world and that external world dimension... so that the changes that were originally unconscious and slow for thousands of years began to accelerate rapidly."
"Some signs...we can see clearly now."
"You should know, don't you? Connelly! Think about the changes over the years... The ancient magic that we were unable to use has been revived and can be used. Various accidents have occurred continuously in the Muggle society. Since the year before last, the number of little wizards born in the whole of England has almost exceeded the average in the past century..." Dumbledore said.
"It's no wonder that these long-lost [Dragon Taming Curse] were researched and restored by [group casting] not long ago, and the incredible [Giant Horror Plant] last year...I understand why the 'dementors will defect and are extremely obsessed with killing this little wizard'...and more and more magic out of control incidents this year..."
Fudge muttered to himself, "No wonder those old fellows from the Wilmoson Court, as well as the ministers of the Ministry of Magic of France and Egypt tentatively asked me...whether I had a meeting with the Muggle Prime Minister to discuss the positioning of the wizarding world...so that's the case!"
"Damn it, they must have discovered something a long time ago..." Fudge said eagerly.
Although he had expected this topic before, he didn't think that all these things were related to it.
The more McGuffin listened, the more he felt something was wrong.
what happened?
...the vulgar feeling...the weird familiarity...
McGuffin got goosebumps all over.
Although he felt bad, he still had to bite the bullet and continue listening to the conversation between Dumbledore and Fudge.
Snape laughed angrily, he didn't believe it at all,
"Dumbledore, do you mean that this little wizard is an outer world dimension...an anchor point near our world, a beacon?"
"Are you making me believe such a ridiculous story?"
"You could say the same!" said Dumbledore. "But not only him... but other people's..."
"Let me prove it to you."
As he spoke, he waved his wand, and a red light shot towards the McGuffin.
Halfway through, the light turned into a golden bolt of lightning... connected to the wand in McGuffin's hand.
Afterwards, as Dumbledore chanted a strange spell aloud, the golden light connecting the two began to crack, turned and shot out, and hit a volley in the corridor far away.
The space there began to shatter like a mirror.
An irregular arc-shaped channel was split.
It was pitch black, like looking into an abyss.
There were clearer and clearer waves, and some inexplicable and sad melody reverberated, and they could feel the almost inconceivable magic power flowing through this channel...
"What exactly is this?"
Looking at this particularly familiar scene, McGuffin asked while swallowing.
"A bridge... a tunnel to another dimension of the world..." said Dumbledore.
"No, what exactly is that magic power?" Snape asked aloud, staring at the dark hole that appeared out of nowhere.
What he said was exactly what McGuffin wanted to ask.
"Didn't I say it? When another world dimension is connected to our world, incredible magic power will be produced at this time... This phenomenon even promotes the overall level of magic power in our world, which is why all kinds of strange things have been happening over the years..."
Dumbledore deliberated and said every word.
"In other words, the level of magic power in our world will gradually increase towards the age of ancient wizards..."
"I think you may have heard... the theory put forward by the mysterious astrologer 'Zhang Heng' from the ancient East—"
Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Dumbledore added.
"—Magic power recovery!"
Gan!
I knew it!
——God's aura revived!
(End of this chapter)
