Chapter 659
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 659
"...The man of the pillar? It's the same as I guessed..."
"Albert, the matter is very important...you have to answer me again..."
"Is it really three... the number? That Parseltongue said it..."
Dumbledore said slowly in a deep voice, the expression on that old face was very serious.
MacGuffin, Black, and the others had already found Hagrid and the others. They were very lucky to have survived... from being trampled by that huge living corpse.
(One of the Aurors was also seriously injured because he couldn't dodge in time)
Thanks to the convenience of magic, his life was extended.
At this time, McGuffin and the others had already returned to the square platform, reporting to Scrimgeour and Professor Dumbledore what they had witnessed.
After all, the living corpse monster, which was tens of meters high, suddenly disappeared in that manner.
No one can believe this, and want to seek an explanation.
But although McGuffin and Sirius saw everything in person, they couldn't figure out what was going on with all this.
McGuffin had a guess in his mind, but it was too outrageous. If only Dumbledore could say it, the key is that there is another Scrimgeour on the opposite side... His kind of statement will only add to the joke.
So, he just told Dumbledore and the others exactly what they saw, including the Parseltongue resounding in the sky...
McGuffin also translated it to several people one by one.
'Hearing the people of the pillars, three...and when one has been revived. '
Everyone reacts differently.
As expected, Scrimgeour interrupted his narration with a wave of his hand. In contrast, the new minister was more concerned about why the huge living corpse suddenly disappeared.
Dumbledore asked again and again about McGuffin's statement,
When he heard the number three, the muscles above his eyebrows twitched slightly, and he nodded slightly immediately, then turned to McGuffin to confirm his statement again, whether it was correct or not.
"Yes, that's right, it is indeed the saying of the three pillars... I heard it right." McGuffin responded.
Dumbledore sighed softly, frowning, contemplating.
Scrimgeour next to him asked impatiently, "Albus, what's going on? Explain clearly..."
Dumbledore shook his head and did not answer, the dazzling magic light shone in his eyes, like a shining sapphire.
Stare straight at the McGuffin.
"I can't say more about the details now. Judging from the sudden disappearance of the giant corpse just now, we have fallen into Voldemort's control... This temporary secret space dimension, his eyes and ears are everywhere..."
"In short, Harry's situation is very dangerous now. We must find him quickly...and we must speed up the destruction of these pillars...especially the one from the Ministry of Magic..."
Speaking, Dumbledore raised his finger and pointed to the dark sky in the distance.
The fluorescent ball above the platform, which was as bright as the sun, suddenly emitted a beam of light... It shot directly into the distance, strafing in all directions.
Pillars of flesh and blood that half-floated in the air slowly appeared.
There are about seven of them.
Among them, the flesh-and-blood pillar of the [St. Mungo's Magical Hospital] that McGuffin and the others just wanted to destroy has withered... It has turned into some kind of black scab, crumpled like rubber.
This thing is no longer illusory, but has become something real...a long column that exists in reality...reaching the sky.
The most important thing is that since that huge living corpse was swallowed, since the sound of that Parseltongue... all the living corpses in this area fell to the ground in an instant,
Regardless of the size and shape of the living corpse... it has become a real corpse, unable to move.
Dumbledore's words made Sirius Black, who was already anxious, even more worried.
He hurriedly urged, "What are you waiting for, Professor Dumbledore... let's go!"
Dumbledore looked at McGuffin, "Albert, do you know where Harry is?"
McGuffin closed his eyes and thought about it, connecting with the little Guffin on Harry in his mind.
"In that direction..."
Everyone turned to look.
"Where is it?" Blake asked hesitantly.
"It's Diagon Alley, the location of the Leaky Cauldron..." Scrimgeour insisted that there was something there.
"It seems that Harry is safe for the time being. Now all the wizards in London... are concentrated there."
"And it just so happens that the group of Muggles in the back can also merge with the Muggles we rescued earlier, at least Diagon Alley is still safe now..." Scrimgeour said.
"It's just right, let's arrange it like this! While protecting Harry, send these Muggles to Diagon Alley together. The next thing...is no longer suitable for these Muggle civilians to stay here."
He went on to ask: "And...Mr. Dumbledore... When will our reinforcements arrive? And how do we find that damn Voldemort... This guy is completely out of control."
"Hurry up! But there is one more thing... Blake, you must first carry out the task I entrusted to you." Dumbledore stared at Sirius and said with a very serious expression.
"What? Now... you still want me to protect those two Muggle idiots?" Black asked repeatedly.
McGuffin knew the guy was talking about the Dursleys.
Wait, suddenly McGuffin realized one thing again, if Sirius didn't go to Diagon Alley with him, then...
"Could it be possible to lead those Muggles alone through the streets full of living corpses, and then take these Muggles...to the wizarding world, to Diagon Alley?"
"Are you kidding me!" McGuffin looked at the Muggles curled up, crying, and their minds seemed to have completely collapsed. He was not a male nanny...he complained in his heart.
Perhaps seeing what McGuffin was thinking, Dumbledore waved and pointed at Hagrid.
"Rubus will come with you, too."
Old Bee wouldn't even send an extra Auror.
Then, Dumbledore turned around and talked to Scrimgeour about the plan to destroy the remaining pillars of flesh and blood, as if the order had been completed.
As if the old bee trusted him more than McGuffin himself.
Depend on--
Now, there is this beautiful and profound word that can describe McGuffin's...true and complicated feelings for Dumbledore.
I really regret that I followed so stupidly...
In order to eradicate Voldemort, the so-called mortal enemy, McGuffin really felt that he had paid too much.
……
Harry stood up, and he came to the window of the room in the Leaky Cauldron, watching the zombies wandering unconsciously in the Muggle streets outside, and instinctively touched the scar on his forehead.
(When there was no one else, Harry had restored Chen Xiaolong to his original appearance.)
The scar on his forehead was astonishingly hot, and the burning pain had been bothering him.
Voldemort's consciousness had attempted to invade Harry's mind three times.
Even Chiko Morita who followed Harry, Cedric Diggory and the others in silence all the time realized that something was wrong.
She tried to keep Chen Xiaolong, a Chinese wizard, away from Harry, lest trouble come to him.
"I haven't seen a real god yet... My mission has not been completed, you can't be implicated by him here... Get involved in the disputes among British wizards..."
Morita Chiko said to Chen Xiaolong so confidently.
Not only Chen Xiaolong, but even Harry ignored the witch.
After the previous self-explosion, Harry understood that this magical witch had an extremely fanatical pursuit of the "true face" of God, and even paid his own life for it.
Harry was used to such unreasonable words.
The most important thing now is that he is almost unable to hold on anymore, Harry doesn't know that he can still resist several attacks from Voldemort.
What's more, staying in this bar is not a good choice.
"Bang bang!—bang!"
There were three knocks on the door.
In the room, Harry, Chen Xiaolong and the others immediately raised their vigilance, picked up their wands and pointed them outside.
"Who?"
"Unsuccessful Quidditch World Cup!"
After the code was matched, Harry glanced at Chen Xiaolong. The two of them did not give up their vigilance. They came to the door cautiously, tore open the door, and then pointed their wands at each other.
It's a pity that it was a false alarm. There were Wilktor Krum and Cedric Diggory outside the door.
Digory came in carrying a silver tray, on which were three slices of cold bread and three cups of hot milk.
"Come and eat? Krum and I are already full down here." He said softly.
Harry was not very polite, just took it over and swallowed it in one gulp. After being choked until hiccupped, he drank the milk in one gulp. After barely eating it, he asked intermittently, "Outside... (hiccup!) How is the situation? (Hicc!)...found (hiccup!)...found a way to leave London?"
The two shook their heads, and Digory stared at Harry with a serious face, "The situation is getting worse. Even in the Leaky Cauldron, there are Death Eater worshipers."
"Admirers... those who flatter the mysterious person. At this time, such people will definitely appear..." Krum frowned and said in disgust. He obviously couldn't understand this kind of behavior.
"More importantly, some Muggle wizards in the Leaky Cauldron were picked out by them and driven directly to Diagon Alley."
"Depending on the situation, they may search room by room after a while."
"Although we have Mr. Krum...a big star like him as a shield, it can't stop those guys from coming to this room to investigate a few times..."
Krum stared at his toes with a gloomy face, and said nothing, making it impossible to know what he was thinking.
Listening to everything, Harry took a few steps back and forth in the room, then murmured to Krum, Diggory and the others, "It seems we have to part ways early..."
"I have to leave here. You can also see my current situation. Even without the search of those guys outside, I can't last long. I have to find the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic...those powerful wizards to try to stop this from happening."
"Where? Where can you go?" repeated Cedric Diggory,
"You've heard what people say, Potter! . . . [St. Mungo's Hospital], and what's going on at the [Ministry of Magic], you've got nowhere to go."
"Except for Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron, if it's safe because there are Death Eaters gathering here, all the other places are occupied by those monsters."
"The mysterious man is now determined to go to war with the entire Muggle world. In this city, you have nowhere to hide..."
Harry shook his head painfully, "I can't stay here anyway."
At this time, Krum also spoke, "Harry Potter is right! He will die if he stays here... There is still a little chance of survival if he stays outside. I heard that a large part of Scrimgeour's wizards escaped from the Ministry of Magic."
"Wilker!" Digory looked at the big Quidditch star, he didn't expect Krum to say that.
But the other party also looked at him firmly.
Cedric Diggory has always had a mentality of being a senior who takes care of his junior, and he wants this junior (Harry) who is not yet an adult...to go through this dangerous journey safely under his own care.
And he also thinks that adult representatives of foreign warriors like Krum or Chen Xiaolong will at least have such a responsibility.
Obviously, he was wrong.
Wilktor Klum didn't think so.
In fact, Cedric could also understand Krum's thoughts, but Digory was a little confused by the aura of the other Quidditch star.
More or less... Cedric always put a certain moral aura in his heart on these famous people... For example, Professor Dumbledore, Krum, and Harry...
The atmosphere in the room fell into silence for a while, and no one spoke.
Only the scar on Harry's forehead was still aching, as if it was tearing, reminding him that time was still passing and the situation outside was still deteriorating...and Voldemort's erosion of consciousness was getting worse.
Harry could even vaguely see a 'snake face' wearing a black and purple suit and a red tie... standing opposite him, under those red eyes... was a ferocious smile.
"Harry - Potter -"
Voldemort's whispers, that Parseltongue voice kept echoing in his mind.
After closing his brain again, Harry knew—
He can't stay here, he must quickly leave the crowd and act alone.
At least, at least stay away from Diagon Alley, and those Death Eaters at the Leaky Cauldron...
"Did you hear anything?" Morita Chiko suddenly said, trembling all over, with two blushes on her face, she said in an excited tone.
"what--"
Chen Xiaolong also seemed to have noticed something, and immediately came to the window, looking at the lacquered night sky outside.
In the distant sky, a vague light appeared faintly, and a huge figure loomed in it.
The group of them happened to see the scene where the gigantic figure suddenly disappeared.
Then a hiss~hiss sound resounded through the sky.
"Harry - Potter -"
Harry knew all too well who said the Parseltongue....
"It's Voldemort!"
Just when this thought flashed through his mind, suddenly every nerve in his body began to tremble, and a strange and familiar consciousness suddenly broke through Harry's brain's defenses.
Harry felt his body suddenly go numb, as if another guy was competing with him for control.
Harry froze in place, unable to move, listening to the voice keep echoing in his mind in a daze.
"Harry—Potter—(hiss~hiss)"
(End of this chapter)
"...The man of the pillar? It's the same as I guessed..."
"Albert, the matter is very important...you have to answer me again..."
"Is it really three... the number? That Parseltongue said it..."
Dumbledore said slowly in a deep voice, the expression on that old face was very serious.
MacGuffin, Black, and the others had already found Hagrid and the others. They were very lucky to have survived... from being trampled by that huge living corpse.
(One of the Aurors was also seriously injured because he couldn't dodge in time)
Thanks to the convenience of magic, his life was extended.
At this time, McGuffin and the others had already returned to the square platform, reporting to Scrimgeour and Professor Dumbledore what they had witnessed.
After all, the living corpse monster, which was tens of meters high, suddenly disappeared in that manner.
No one can believe this, and want to seek an explanation.
But although McGuffin and Sirius saw everything in person, they couldn't figure out what was going on with all this.
McGuffin had a guess in his mind, but it was too outrageous. If only Dumbledore could say it, the key is that there is another Scrimgeour on the opposite side... His kind of statement will only add to the joke.
So, he just told Dumbledore and the others exactly what they saw, including the Parseltongue resounding in the sky...
McGuffin also translated it to several people one by one.
'Hearing the people of the pillars, three...and when one has been revived. '
Everyone reacts differently.
As expected, Scrimgeour interrupted his narration with a wave of his hand. In contrast, the new minister was more concerned about why the huge living corpse suddenly disappeared.
Dumbledore asked again and again about McGuffin's statement,
When he heard the number three, the muscles above his eyebrows twitched slightly, and he nodded slightly immediately, then turned to McGuffin to confirm his statement again, whether it was correct or not.
"Yes, that's right, it is indeed the saying of the three pillars... I heard it right." McGuffin responded.
Dumbledore sighed softly, frowning, contemplating.
Scrimgeour next to him asked impatiently, "Albus, what's going on? Explain clearly..."
Dumbledore shook his head and did not answer, the dazzling magic light shone in his eyes, like a shining sapphire.
Stare straight at the McGuffin.
"I can't say more about the details now. Judging from the sudden disappearance of the giant corpse just now, we have fallen into Voldemort's control... This temporary secret space dimension, his eyes and ears are everywhere..."
"In short, Harry's situation is very dangerous now. We must find him quickly...and we must speed up the destruction of these pillars...especially the one from the Ministry of Magic..."
Speaking, Dumbledore raised his finger and pointed to the dark sky in the distance.
The fluorescent ball above the platform, which was as bright as the sun, suddenly emitted a beam of light... It shot directly into the distance, strafing in all directions.
Pillars of flesh and blood that half-floated in the air slowly appeared.
There are about seven of them.
Among them, the flesh-and-blood pillar of the [St. Mungo's Magical Hospital] that McGuffin and the others just wanted to destroy has withered... It has turned into some kind of black scab, crumpled like rubber.
This thing is no longer illusory, but has become something real...a long column that exists in reality...reaching the sky.
The most important thing is that since that huge living corpse was swallowed, since the sound of that Parseltongue... all the living corpses in this area fell to the ground in an instant,
Regardless of the size and shape of the living corpse... it has become a real corpse, unable to move.
Dumbledore's words made Sirius Black, who was already anxious, even more worried.
He hurriedly urged, "What are you waiting for, Professor Dumbledore... let's go!"
Dumbledore looked at McGuffin, "Albert, do you know where Harry is?"
McGuffin closed his eyes and thought about it, connecting with the little Guffin on Harry in his mind.
"In that direction..."
Everyone turned to look.
"Where is it?" Blake asked hesitantly.
"It's Diagon Alley, the location of the Leaky Cauldron..." Scrimgeour insisted that there was something there.
"It seems that Harry is safe for the time being. Now all the wizards in London... are concentrated there."
"And it just so happens that the group of Muggles in the back can also merge with the Muggles we rescued earlier, at least Diagon Alley is still safe now..." Scrimgeour said.
"It's just right, let's arrange it like this! While protecting Harry, send these Muggles to Diagon Alley together. The next thing...is no longer suitable for these Muggle civilians to stay here."
He went on to ask: "And...Mr. Dumbledore... When will our reinforcements arrive? And how do we find that damn Voldemort... This guy is completely out of control."
"Hurry up! But there is one more thing... Blake, you must first carry out the task I entrusted to you." Dumbledore stared at Sirius and said with a very serious expression.
"What? Now... you still want me to protect those two Muggle idiots?" Black asked repeatedly.
McGuffin knew the guy was talking about the Dursleys.
Wait, suddenly McGuffin realized one thing again, if Sirius didn't go to Diagon Alley with him, then...
"Could it be possible to lead those Muggles alone through the streets full of living corpses, and then take these Muggles...to the wizarding world, to Diagon Alley?"
"Are you kidding me!" McGuffin looked at the Muggles curled up, crying, and their minds seemed to have completely collapsed. He was not a male nanny...he complained in his heart.
Perhaps seeing what McGuffin was thinking, Dumbledore waved and pointed at Hagrid.
"Rubus will come with you, too."
Old Bee wouldn't even send an extra Auror.
Then, Dumbledore turned around and talked to Scrimgeour about the plan to destroy the remaining pillars of flesh and blood, as if the order had been completed.
As if the old bee trusted him more than McGuffin himself.
Depend on--
Now, there is this beautiful and profound word that can describe McGuffin's...true and complicated feelings for Dumbledore.
I really regret that I followed so stupidly...
In order to eradicate Voldemort, the so-called mortal enemy, McGuffin really felt that he had paid too much.
……
Harry stood up, and he came to the window of the room in the Leaky Cauldron, watching the zombies wandering unconsciously in the Muggle streets outside, and instinctively touched the scar on his forehead.
(When there was no one else, Harry had restored Chen Xiaolong to his original appearance.)
The scar on his forehead was astonishingly hot, and the burning pain had been bothering him.
Voldemort's consciousness had attempted to invade Harry's mind three times.
Even Chiko Morita who followed Harry, Cedric Diggory and the others in silence all the time realized that something was wrong.
She tried to keep Chen Xiaolong, a Chinese wizard, away from Harry, lest trouble come to him.
"I haven't seen a real god yet... My mission has not been completed, you can't be implicated by him here... Get involved in the disputes among British wizards..."
Morita Chiko said to Chen Xiaolong so confidently.
Not only Chen Xiaolong, but even Harry ignored the witch.
After the previous self-explosion, Harry understood that this magical witch had an extremely fanatical pursuit of the "true face" of God, and even paid his own life for it.
Harry was used to such unreasonable words.
The most important thing now is that he is almost unable to hold on anymore, Harry doesn't know that he can still resist several attacks from Voldemort.
What's more, staying in this bar is not a good choice.
"Bang bang!—bang!"
There were three knocks on the door.
In the room, Harry, Chen Xiaolong and the others immediately raised their vigilance, picked up their wands and pointed them outside.
"Who?"
"Unsuccessful Quidditch World Cup!"
After the code was matched, Harry glanced at Chen Xiaolong. The two of them did not give up their vigilance. They came to the door cautiously, tore open the door, and then pointed their wands at each other.
It's a pity that it was a false alarm. There were Wilktor Krum and Cedric Diggory outside the door.
Digory came in carrying a silver tray, on which were three slices of cold bread and three cups of hot milk.
"Come and eat? Krum and I are already full down here." He said softly.
Harry was not very polite, just took it over and swallowed it in one gulp. After being choked until hiccupped, he drank the milk in one gulp. After barely eating it, he asked intermittently, "Outside... (hiccup!) How is the situation? (Hicc!)...found (hiccup!)...found a way to leave London?"
The two shook their heads, and Digory stared at Harry with a serious face, "The situation is getting worse. Even in the Leaky Cauldron, there are Death Eater worshipers."
"Admirers... those who flatter the mysterious person. At this time, such people will definitely appear..." Krum frowned and said in disgust. He obviously couldn't understand this kind of behavior.
"More importantly, some Muggle wizards in the Leaky Cauldron were picked out by them and driven directly to Diagon Alley."
"Depending on the situation, they may search room by room after a while."
"Although we have Mr. Krum...a big star like him as a shield, it can't stop those guys from coming to this room to investigate a few times..."
Krum stared at his toes with a gloomy face, and said nothing, making it impossible to know what he was thinking.
Listening to everything, Harry took a few steps back and forth in the room, then murmured to Krum, Diggory and the others, "It seems we have to part ways early..."
"I have to leave here. You can also see my current situation. Even without the search of those guys outside, I can't last long. I have to find the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic...those powerful wizards to try to stop this from happening."
"Where? Where can you go?" repeated Cedric Diggory,
"You've heard what people say, Potter! . . . [St. Mungo's Hospital], and what's going on at the [Ministry of Magic], you've got nowhere to go."
"Except for Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron, if it's safe because there are Death Eaters gathering here, all the other places are occupied by those monsters."
"The mysterious man is now determined to go to war with the entire Muggle world. In this city, you have nowhere to hide..."
Harry shook his head painfully, "I can't stay here anyway."
At this time, Krum also spoke, "Harry Potter is right! He will die if he stays here... There is still a little chance of survival if he stays outside. I heard that a large part of Scrimgeour's wizards escaped from the Ministry of Magic."
"Wilker!" Digory looked at the big Quidditch star, he didn't expect Krum to say that.
But the other party also looked at him firmly.
Cedric Diggory has always had a mentality of being a senior who takes care of his junior, and he wants this junior (Harry) who is not yet an adult...to go through this dangerous journey safely under his own care.
And he also thinks that adult representatives of foreign warriors like Krum or Chen Xiaolong will at least have such a responsibility.
Obviously, he was wrong.
Wilktor Klum didn't think so.
In fact, Cedric could also understand Krum's thoughts, but Digory was a little confused by the aura of the other Quidditch star.
More or less... Cedric always put a certain moral aura in his heart on these famous people... For example, Professor Dumbledore, Krum, and Harry...
The atmosphere in the room fell into silence for a while, and no one spoke.
Only the scar on Harry's forehead was still aching, as if it was tearing, reminding him that time was still passing and the situation outside was still deteriorating...and Voldemort's erosion of consciousness was getting worse.
Harry could even vaguely see a 'snake face' wearing a black and purple suit and a red tie... standing opposite him, under those red eyes... was a ferocious smile.
"Harry - Potter -"
Voldemort's whispers, that Parseltongue voice kept echoing in his mind.
After closing his brain again, Harry knew—
He can't stay here, he must quickly leave the crowd and act alone.
At least, at least stay away from Diagon Alley, and those Death Eaters at the Leaky Cauldron...
"Did you hear anything?" Morita Chiko suddenly said, trembling all over, with two blushes on her face, she said in an excited tone.
"what--"
Chen Xiaolong also seemed to have noticed something, and immediately came to the window, looking at the lacquered night sky outside.
In the distant sky, a vague light appeared faintly, and a huge figure loomed in it.
The group of them happened to see the scene where the gigantic figure suddenly disappeared.
Then a hiss~hiss sound resounded through the sky.
"Harry - Potter -"
Harry knew all too well who said the Parseltongue....
"It's Voldemort!"
Just when this thought flashed through his mind, suddenly every nerve in his body began to tremble, and a strange and familiar consciousness suddenly broke through Harry's brain's defenses.
Harry felt his body suddenly go numb, as if another guy was competing with him for control.
Harry froze in place, unable to move, listening to the voice keep echoing in his mind in a daze.
"Harry—Potter—(hiss~hiss)"
(End of this chapter)
