Chapter 549 Apparition Course, the Ministry of Magic is often unreliable (1/2)

Chapter 549 Apparition courses, the Ministry of Magic is often unreliable

The holidays always fly by quickly, and it’s time to start school just a few days after the New Year.

For the safety of students, the Ministry of Magic has specially installed a one-time Floo network connection with Hogwarts, so that students can return to school quickly without even taking a train.

As green flames ignited, Harry, Ron, and Ginny appeared in the Gryffindor Headmaster's office.

"Good evening, Potter," said Professor McGonagall. "Better be careful not to leave too much dust on my floor."

"No, Professor."

"How was your Christmas?"

"It's quite surprising." Harry said sarcastically, "I received a priceless Christmas gift package, but the meaning is not very happy.

The Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, wanted me to speak for the Ministry of Magic, but I turned him down because his relationship with Dumbledore was not very good.

By the way, is Professor Dumbledore back? "

"Back." Professor McGonagall handed a piece of parchment to Harry, "He also asked me to pass something like this to you."

Harry opened it and saw, as expected, that what was written on the parchment was the time when Dumbledore wanted him to go to the principal's office to make up lessons, and the password for the principal's office.

"Eight o'clock tomorrow night?" Harry couldn't help but frowned.

"Is there any problem?" Professor McGonagall asked with some confusion.

"Can't it be tonight? I have something very important to tell him." Harry said. The conversation between Snape and Draco had been held in his mind for almost two weeks. He wanted to tell Dumbledore immediately and let him He dealt with Snape not to capture him in Azkaban, but at least to drive him out of Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall was silent for a moment and then shook her head, "Don't miss this day!"

"It's not bad." Harry said without knowing why, "But it would be better if it was earlier."

"Then let Dumbledore take a rest!" Professor McGonagall hesitated, "He is over a hundred years old and still running around fighting Voldemort. I can see that he is very tired during this time."

"I understand, then tomorrow."

"Thank you for your consideration, Potter." Professor McGonagall smiled happily, "One more thing, the password in the Gryffindor common room has been changed to 'stop drinking'.

Don't forget it, otherwise you can rest in the corridor! "

...

On the first day of the new semester, Aaron, the prefect of Slytherin, posted a notice on the bulletin board in the common room:

Apparition Lesson

If you are over seventeen, or will be seventeen by August 31st, you can take a twelve-week Apparition course taught by Apparition instructors from the Ministry of Magic

If you are willing to participate, please sign below

Tuition fee: twelve galleons

The sixth grade students signed the registration with great interest and teleported from one place to another. There is no wizard who does not desire this magic.

Apparition is difficult to learn, and even only a small number of wizards at the Ministry of Magic know this magic.

But let’s not talk about whether they can learn it or not. They will definitely not be willing to learn it.

"Aren't you going to sign up?" Klea asked.

"It's not like I don't know how to sign up, so why should I sign up?" Aaron said disdainfully, "Not to mention using Apparition to travel, I don't even care about fighting."

“But signing up can make you appear more gregarious.”

"It's unnecessary." Aaron pouted.

That's a twelve-week course, which is three months of training. Wouldn't it be nice to have that time to improve your proficiency in magic circles?

Besides, Dumbledore will probably fail before the end of this semester, and no one can say what the new principal's temper will be.

It was not suitable for him to work on Zang Zhuo anymore. After all, except for his most hidden cards, all the information he had was probably in the possession of the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters.

"You should be able to teleport!" Aaron looked at Klea meaningfully, "When did you learn it?"

"Three years, no, four years ago to be exact."

"A little later than I thought."

Klea spread her hands, "My family is very strict about this kind of dangerous magic. I only started trying it when I was twelve years old. It took me several days!"

"What you say is really bullying." The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly. His phantom migration magic was obtained from the system with magic points. Because of this, he understands this magic better than anyone else.

Without the system, even with his talent, it would take him a week to fully master it. As for the others... Just look at the students who are still signing up and you will know that the seventeen-year-old magic energy is only the most basic threshold, but the talent is not enough. People may not even be able to cross this threshold.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Aaron and Missing Body were waiting quietly in the Shenming Palace.

Because today's prophecy book provides a fairly valuable prophecy: false memories will appear in Hogwarts tonight.

When it comes to memory, Aaron inevitably thinks of the Pensieve. What can be related to memory at Hogwarts now is Dumbledore giving Harry tutoring - watching memories related to Voldemort.

For this reason, he specially asked Phineas Black to pay attention to the conversation between Dumbledore and Harry tonight, and if possible, it would be best to get some useful information.

Of course, he also paid some compensation in advance, allowing Phineas to see the state of Sirius' soul after integrating into his body. After all, if you want the horse to run, you have to let the horse eat grass.

At the same time, Harry opened the door to the Headmaster's office.

The pensieve was placed on the table by Dumbledore, and the portraits of the previous headmasters were snoring gently in the frame. Only Phineas seemed out of place. Not only did he not sleep and rest, he also poured himself a cup of coffee to refresh himself.

"Sir, I have something to tell you." Harry said cautiously, "It's about Snape."

"Professor," Phineas reminded dissatisfiedly, "Professor Snape, whether you like him or not, respect for the teacher is necessary."

"Okay! It's about Professor Snape." Harry said while suppressing his anger.

Who made the other person Sirius's great-great-grandfather? His guilt towards the Black family forced him to give this portrait some face, even though Sirius and Phineas had not had a good relationship during his lifetime.

"Sir, he, Professor Snape and Draco had a conversation at Slughorn's party. That day... I followed them. This is what happened..."

Professor Dumbledore listened calmly. After a moment of silence, he said, "Harry, I don't think this is very important."

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"Not important?" Harry was a little in disbelief. He couldn't tell whether Dumbledore was pretending to be nonchalant or if he really didn't care.

"I'm glad you told me this, but it doesn't upset me and you don't take it to heart either, okay?"

"Sir, you still trust him, right?"

"Of course, my answer will not change at any time." Dumbledore said easily, and then changed the topic, "I heard that Scrimgeour asked you?"

"Yes, he asked me to tell the wizarding world that the Ministry of Magic is doing a great job." Harry said with a forced smile, "I refused. After all, you also know that those people they arrested, especially Stan Sampac, would never It's a Death Eater."

"This was originally Fudge's idea." Dumbledore said with a smile. "In the last few days of his tenure, he was desperately trying to keep his position. At that time, your identity as savior will be the last straw.

As long as you are willing to stand up and say a few good words for the Ministry of Magic, he may still be the Minister of Magic. "

"There's no way I can help him," Harry said firmly.

He has not forgotten how many ridiculous things Fudge has done. He sent Umbridge to intervene in the management of Hogwarts, which made the students miserable. If he had recognized the reality earlier and asked the Ministry of Magic to cooperate with Dumbledore, Voldemort would not have As for how easy it was to recruit a group of subordinates.

“I told him the same thing, but although he resigned, the idea remained.

And thinking from the position of the Minister of Magic, this is a good idea. "

"I don't want to do this." Harry raised his arm disdainfully, and the scars on the back of his hands were clearly visible, "Thanks to Umbridge, I will never forget the words 'I can't lie' in my life.

Scrimgeour was not very happy with me, but I didn't care, and he accused me of being 'Dumbledore's man through and through'. "

"That's really rude."

"I admit it." Harry said with his head held high.

Dumbledore opened his mouth, but hesitated to say: "I'm very touched, Harry."

"Okay, let's start class. Are you ready?"

Harry glanced at the memories on the shelf and nodded with difficulty.

"You need to look at two memories tonight." Dumbledore poured the memory from a glass bottle into the pensieve. "I personally think that the second memory is the most important one among the memories I have collected, but the first one of equal importance."

Harry approached the stone basin and dipped his face into the memories.

He felt the feeling of falling again, and when he opened his eyes, he was in an extremely dirty and messy place.

The ceiling was covered with thick spider webs, the dirt on the ground was as black as mud, and there was moldy food on the table. The only light source was a candle, but it could go out at any time.

This place belongs to the Gaunt family. Harry has been here in previous memories, but never as bad as now, not even comparable to a garbage dump.

And apart from the environment, there was only a crazy man with an unshaven beard who could almost cover his eyes and mouth.

Crunch!

The door suddenly opened, and the teenage Voldemort walked in holding a lantern.

Voldemort directly expressed his identity in Parseltongue, although he was very disappointed with his few blood relatives.

The conversation between the two was not peaceful, but full of gunpowder, but Tom Riddle also successfully obtained a lot of useful information from his uncle Morfin, including his parents and two Slytherin heirlooms.

Then darkness came and swallowed everything,

Harry returned to reality and looked at Dumbledore in confusion, "Is that all?"

"Morfin couldn't remember what happened next. He woke up alone the next morning, but Marvolo's ring was missing.

At the same time, a murder occurred in the village of Little Hangleton. Old Tom Riddle and his parents were both dead. They died from the death curse and the cause of death could not be found.

The Ministry of Magic easily identified Morfin as a suspect, and he confessed, handed over the wand that killed the family, and was sent to Azkaban with little resistance. "

"This is a frame-up." Harry cursed angrily. "Voldemort stole Morfin's wand, used it to kill people, and then gave the wand back."

"I have no recollection to prove it, but I'm sure your guess is correct.

Voldemort killed Riddle's Muggle father for abandoning his mother, taking revenge on his maternal grandparents and erasing Riddle's surname.

Then he told about a false memory that was implanted in his uncle's mind and took away the Marvolo family's ancestral ring. As for Slytherin's locket, his mother had sold it before that. "Dumbledore sighed, "When I found Morfin, he was already dying, but this memory remained very intact, and I finally extracted it before he died. "

"Why is it the Ministry of Magic again?" Harry said speechlessly, "Couldn't they be more rigorous when arresting people? Let an innocent person be imprisoned until death."

"There's nothing we can do about it." Dumbledore shrugged, "The Ministry of Magic couldn't tell who cast the spell, and the only suspect at the time was Morfin.

His wand has obvious traces of spellcasting, and his memory is no problem, and he already hates the Riddle family. The most important thing is that he has a criminal record, and it is entirely possible to kill Muggles.

At that time, Morfin was completely alone, and no one would help him. In this case, who would doubt an outstanding student who has not yet graduated? "

"Then let the real murderer go free?"

"I believe it will change in the future." Dumbledore murmured, and then took out a small crystal bottle. "You still have a memory to read, but this one is a little shorter."

Harry pursed his lips and his expression became particularly focused.

Dumbledore said that this was the most important memory of all, and his attitude became much more serious.

After the memory in the vial was poured into the pensieve, Harry dipped his head into the silver surface again.

The scene in front of him felt particularly familiar. The young Slughorn held a banquet in the office. The participants were seven or eight boys aged fifteen or sixteen, and the teenage Voldemort happened to be among them.

He has a handsome face, looks relaxed and confident, but he wears a black gemstone ring on his hand, which means that he has killed his father's family.

"Professor, is it true that Professor Mellors is retiring?" Riddle asked.

"Tom, I certainly can't tell you directly that I know, right?" Slughorn said in a slightly reproachful tone, but the smile on his face greatly reduced the effect.

He picked up a piece of pineapple preserves and put it into his mouth and chewed it, "Also, thank you for bringing the pineapple. This is indeed my favorite.

But how do you know? "

"Intuition." Riddle smiled.

At this time, the clock on Slughorn's desk struck eleven.

“Oh my god, is it time yet?

Go back, kids, or Principal Dippet will punish you all with solitary confinement. "