Chapter 121 The Dementor Disappearance Case and Jealousy
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"Connelly, as I said, I will not do anything to a dementor."
in the principal's office.
Dumbledore has a headache, and in front of him is the potbellied Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
Wearing a bowler hat, Fudge asked a little louder, "Who is that, I mean, who else could make three dementors disappear without a trace except you."
The dementors have gone missing, and Dumbledore is the Ministry of Magic's first suspect.
Because the headmaster expressed his dislike for dementors more than once, and besides Dumbledore, he couldn't think of anyone else who possessed this ability.
Strictly speaking, the dementors of Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic are not subordinate to each other.
They are a cooperative relationship. The Ministry of Magic provides prisoners as rations for the dementors, and the dementors have to perform the duties of guarding the prisoners for the Ministry of Magic.
That's why Fudge found Dumbledore in a huff when he knew the Dementor was missing.
If this matter is not handled properly, the dementors will go on strike, and the prisoners of Azkaban may escape.
Azkaban absolutely couldn't, at least not during Fudge's tenure as Minister, the dementors couldn't go wrong.
Dumbledore was very helpless, he waved his hand, and said a little tiredly: "Connelly, besides me, maybe there are other people who can do it, and besides the Patronus Charm, there may be other spells that can kill Dead dementor."
Fudge thought of a possibility, and deceiving himself with horror, shouted: "Impossible, we all know, he, he can't come back!"
The first figure that appeared in his mind was that person, and Fudge thought of another possibility, and said to himself firmly: "I see, it's Sirius, it's definitely him!"
The eyes became brighter and brighter, and Fudge swayed.
"It must have been him. He was lurking nearby and killed the dementor."
His voice was getting louder and louder, as if trying to convince himself, and finally he almost yelled out, slamming the door and leaving.
Dumbledore looked at his back and sighed secretly that everything had changed.
Fudge was not like this. At that time, Dumbledore lent him his own influence and made him the Minister of Magic. It was power and comfort that made him cowardly.
The Ministry of Magic at that time could have had better candidates, but Dumbledore felt that the wizarding world needed stability.
Thinking about it now, that might have been the wrong choice.
Fudge has been evading the fact that Voldemort may return, even if the person who said it was Dumbledore, he would not believe it.
"Power should not be used as a private weapon."
As long as Dumbledore wanted to, or even showed interest, his old friends, former students, the Ministry of Magic, the Wizengamot, and even the entire magical world would not hesitate to make him the Minister of Magic.
But Dumbledore knows his true heart, he is pure, powerful, brave, and upright, but he cannot touch power, it is a deadly poison that will make him lose himself.
His younger self had been with the man who became the first Dark Lord to lift the Statute of Secrecy, and Dumbledore knew that his own thoughts influenced him.
Therefore, even in the two most perilous times of the Dark Lord, he never got involved in power, or even avoided it.
He lightly touched the small golden funnel on the table with his fingertips, as if he was talking to himself, or telling someone.
"I hope you're not like that."
There seemed to be two figures in front of him, a vigorous and vigorous young man, and a handsome student wearing a Hogwarts uniform but wearing a mask.
Their figures gradually overlapped, and a third person appeared.
Dumbledore wanted to see clearly, but unfortunately his old eyes were dim, and he could only see the back of that person.
"The possibilities are endless."
Withdrawing his fingers, Dumbledore looked at the Sorting Hat and the Sword of Gryffindor again.
He is so different and yet so similar.
He was thriving, and he was getting old.
Phoenix is old, can he still bathe in fire?
...
This is the second time that John has met Fudge, the Minister of Magic. The other person's face is very smelly, as if he has eaten the new canary biscuit developed by the Weasley twins.
Fudge looked ugly, muttering words like Sirius.
John shrugged when he saw this. The Minister of Magic probably suffered from Dumbledore.
After returning to the Slytherin lounge, John found that there was another person with a bad face here.
Daphne's pretty face wrinkled, almost showing Miss Ben's temper on her face.
As the little brother who needed Daphne's help in class, John leaned over and asked, "What's wrong with you, Tom messed up your notes?"
The last time it was so stinky, it was because Tom messed up the notes that Daphne had worked so hard to organize. At that time, Daphne ran after Tom.
Tom's licking dog thought he was playing with himself, and had fun in front of him, but finally he bumped into John's hand to understand the whole story.
His dog did something wrong, so John had no choice but to wipe his ass, and said sternly: "I asked Tom to perform somersaults for you, so don't be angry with a dog."
Daphne squinted at John, and said in a strange way: "Thank you John—"
The voice was drawn out, and the tone of voice seemed to be deliberately high-pitched, which gave John goosebumps.
"Uh...you're welcome." John rubbed his arms and replied subconsciously.
In the next second, Daphne immediately lowered her face, snorted coldly and turned her head away.
John's in place so why don't Tom perform somersaults?
I do remember that Tom would eat dog food upside down.
The next day, John figured he could get Tom to do a handstand for Daphne and eat dog food.
In the auditorium, after Daphne arrived, she sat a few feet away from John.
John leaned over and whispered, "Come here with me, I'll show you something."
Daphne's expression moved slightly, her brows beamed with joy, thinking that John had finally enlightened.
After saying something to her best friend Pansy, she left with John full of expectations.
Pansy showed a knowing look, and then glanced at Malfoy, who was plotting loudly with the two followers on how to deal with the Gryffindor junior. She really wanted to smash the plate of potatoes with skins on Malfoy's head.
Walking out of the auditorium, Daphne walked to the covered bridge with John full of expectations.
Few people come to this place, and the long corridor bridge is built with stone and wood.
The morning breeze blew across his cheeks, blowing up John's long black hair. The perfect facial features were illuminated by the morning sun even more beautifully. The brown eyes that looked like salamanders brushed against the ends of his hair made Daphne sink a little. .
She looked at John expectantly, shy in her heart, but still stammered and asked, "Johan, John, what do you want to show me?"
She deliberately pretended to be careless, because her mother said that a woman who is too active will not be cherished.
John stared straight into those light gray-blue eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, which made Daphne's heart beat a beat slower.
"I know, you've always cared, and I know what you mean..."
Perhaps it was because John's eyes were too hot that Daphne couldn't help but dodge.
Seeing her expectant and shy look, John's smile became more obvious, and his guess was right.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Daphne was taken aback by the sound of music coming from nowhere.
"Look well, Tom specially trained him to make amends for you, to eat dog food upside down!"
With a proud and excited voice, John pointed to a dog that was forced to open a business.
Tom came over with his rice bowl in his mouth, tore open the bag of dog food and poured it in. With his front paws hard, he drank loudly.
It stood with its legs floating in the air behind it, and it completed a handstand with only the strength of its forelimbs. Its long ears drooped down, and it gulped its food.
The atmosphere was very quiet for a while, and John was still cheering Tom up.
"Come on, Tom, eat!"
"You can do it, Tom, believe in yourself!"
"Come on, you are going to be the son of the earth dog king!"
The sound of waving the flag and shouting fell in Daphne's ears, and her shy expression turned into a cold one at this moment.
She stared at Tom, who was working hard, and sneered twice at the corners of her mouth.
"How about it, it's amazing!"
John watched with relief as Tom ate clean.
"Ha ha."
Daphne gave a sneer, and said again in that sinister high-pitched voice, "Thank you John—"
Why does this sentence sound so awkward?
John scratched his head, feeling a little weird, and said cautiously: "Actually, Tom can also perform one-handed handstand eating dog food."
"Thank you John—"
It was still the same sentence, Daphne turned around and left after she finished speaking, without giving John a chance to understand at all.
Glancing at Tom who was already twirling his tail around him, John raised his brows and said loudly, "You are very wrong!"
Daphne paused, thinking that John had finally found out, but soon she realized that she was thinking too much.
John pulled the dog's face and asked, "Evidently, the amount of dog food I ate these days is double, why didn't I see any growth!"
Tom's fawning dog's face froze, and he lowered his head guiltily.
And Daphne's footsteps became heavier, as if she took the floor as John and stepped on it hard.
This dog thing even knows how much dog food Tom has eaten, but he can't find out why he is angry!
...
in the principal's office.
Dumbledore has a headache, and in front of him is the potbellied Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
Wearing a bowler hat, Fudge asked a little louder, "Who is that, I mean, who else could make three dementors disappear without a trace except you."
The dementors have gone missing, and Dumbledore is the Ministry of Magic's first suspect.
Because the headmaster expressed his dislike for dementors more than once, and besides Dumbledore, he couldn't think of anyone else who possessed this ability.
Strictly speaking, the dementors of Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic are not subordinate to each other.
They are a cooperative relationship. The Ministry of Magic provides prisoners as rations for the dementors, and the dementors have to perform the duties of guarding the prisoners for the Ministry of Magic.
That's why Fudge found Dumbledore in a huff when he knew the Dementor was missing.
If this matter is not handled properly, the dementors will go on strike, and the prisoners of Azkaban may escape.
Azkaban absolutely couldn't, at least not during Fudge's tenure as Minister, the dementors couldn't go wrong.
Dumbledore was very helpless, he waved his hand, and said a little tiredly: "Connelly, besides me, maybe there are other people who can do it, and besides the Patronus Charm, there may be other spells that can kill Dead dementor."
Fudge thought of a possibility, and deceiving himself with horror, shouted: "Impossible, we all know, he, he can't come back!"
The first figure that appeared in his mind was that person, and Fudge thought of another possibility, and said to himself firmly: "I see, it's Sirius, it's definitely him!"
The eyes became brighter and brighter, and Fudge swayed.
"It must have been him. He was lurking nearby and killed the dementor."
His voice was getting louder and louder, as if trying to convince himself, and finally he almost yelled out, slamming the door and leaving.
Dumbledore looked at his back and sighed secretly that everything had changed.
Fudge was not like this. At that time, Dumbledore lent him his own influence and made him the Minister of Magic. It was power and comfort that made him cowardly.
The Ministry of Magic at that time could have had better candidates, but Dumbledore felt that the wizarding world needed stability.
Thinking about it now, that might have been the wrong choice.
Fudge has been evading the fact that Voldemort may return, even if the person who said it was Dumbledore, he would not believe it.
"Power should not be used as a private weapon."
As long as Dumbledore wanted to, or even showed interest, his old friends, former students, the Ministry of Magic, the Wizengamot, and even the entire magical world would not hesitate to make him the Minister of Magic.
But Dumbledore knows his true heart, he is pure, powerful, brave, and upright, but he cannot touch power, it is a deadly poison that will make him lose himself.
His younger self had been with the man who became the first Dark Lord to lift the Statute of Secrecy, and Dumbledore knew that his own thoughts influenced him.
Therefore, even in the two most perilous times of the Dark Lord, he never got involved in power, or even avoided it.
He lightly touched the small golden funnel on the table with his fingertips, as if he was talking to himself, or telling someone.
"I hope you're not like that."
There seemed to be two figures in front of him, a vigorous and vigorous young man, and a handsome student wearing a Hogwarts uniform but wearing a mask.
Their figures gradually overlapped, and a third person appeared.
Dumbledore wanted to see clearly, but unfortunately his old eyes were dim, and he could only see the back of that person.
"The possibilities are endless."
Withdrawing his fingers, Dumbledore looked at the Sorting Hat and the Sword of Gryffindor again.
He is so different and yet so similar.
He was thriving, and he was getting old.
Phoenix is old, can he still bathe in fire?
...
This is the second time that John has met Fudge, the Minister of Magic. The other person's face is very smelly, as if he has eaten the new canary biscuit developed by the Weasley twins.
Fudge looked ugly, muttering words like Sirius.
John shrugged when he saw this. The Minister of Magic probably suffered from Dumbledore.
After returning to the Slytherin lounge, John found that there was another person with a bad face here.
Daphne's pretty face wrinkled, almost showing Miss Ben's temper on her face.
As the little brother who needed Daphne's help in class, John leaned over and asked, "What's wrong with you, Tom messed up your notes?"
The last time it was so stinky, it was because Tom messed up the notes that Daphne had worked so hard to organize. At that time, Daphne ran after Tom.
Tom's licking dog thought he was playing with himself, and had fun in front of him, but finally he bumped into John's hand to understand the whole story.
His dog did something wrong, so John had no choice but to wipe his ass, and said sternly: "I asked Tom to perform somersaults for you, so don't be angry with a dog."
Daphne squinted at John, and said in a strange way: "Thank you John—"
The voice was drawn out, and the tone of voice seemed to be deliberately high-pitched, which gave John goosebumps.
"Uh...you're welcome." John rubbed his arms and replied subconsciously.
In the next second, Daphne immediately lowered her face, snorted coldly and turned her head away.
John's in place so why don't Tom perform somersaults?
I do remember that Tom would eat dog food upside down.
The next day, John figured he could get Tom to do a handstand for Daphne and eat dog food.
In the auditorium, after Daphne arrived, she sat a few feet away from John.
John leaned over and whispered, "Come here with me, I'll show you something."
Daphne's expression moved slightly, her brows beamed with joy, thinking that John had finally enlightened.
After saying something to her best friend Pansy, she left with John full of expectations.
Pansy showed a knowing look, and then glanced at Malfoy, who was plotting loudly with the two followers on how to deal with the Gryffindor junior. She really wanted to smash the plate of potatoes with skins on Malfoy's head.
Walking out of the auditorium, Daphne walked to the covered bridge with John full of expectations.
Few people come to this place, and the long corridor bridge is built with stone and wood.
The morning breeze blew across his cheeks, blowing up John's long black hair. The perfect facial features were illuminated by the morning sun even more beautifully. The brown eyes that looked like salamanders brushed against the ends of his hair made Daphne sink a little. .
She looked at John expectantly, shy in her heart, but still stammered and asked, "Johan, John, what do you want to show me?"
She deliberately pretended to be careless, because her mother said that a woman who is too active will not be cherished.
John stared straight into those light gray-blue eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, which made Daphne's heart beat a beat slower.
"I know, you've always cared, and I know what you mean..."
Perhaps it was because John's eyes were too hot that Daphne couldn't help but dodge.
Seeing her expectant and shy look, John's smile became more obvious, and his guess was right.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Daphne was taken aback by the sound of music coming from nowhere.
"Look well, Tom specially trained him to make amends for you, to eat dog food upside down!"
With a proud and excited voice, John pointed to a dog that was forced to open a business.
Tom came over with his rice bowl in his mouth, tore open the bag of dog food and poured it in. With his front paws hard, he drank loudly.
It stood with its legs floating in the air behind it, and it completed a handstand with only the strength of its forelimbs. Its long ears drooped down, and it gulped its food.
The atmosphere was very quiet for a while, and John was still cheering Tom up.
"Come on, Tom, eat!"
"You can do it, Tom, believe in yourself!"
"Come on, you are going to be the son of the earth dog king!"
The sound of waving the flag and shouting fell in Daphne's ears, and her shy expression turned into a cold one at this moment.
She stared at Tom, who was working hard, and sneered twice at the corners of her mouth.
"How about it, it's amazing!"
John watched with relief as Tom ate clean.
"Ha ha."
Daphne gave a sneer, and said again in that sinister high-pitched voice, "Thank you John—"
Why does this sentence sound so awkward?
John scratched his head, feeling a little weird, and said cautiously: "Actually, Tom can also perform one-handed handstand eating dog food."
"Thank you John—"
It was still the same sentence, Daphne turned around and left after she finished speaking, without giving John a chance to understand at all.
Glancing at Tom who was already twirling his tail around him, John raised his brows and said loudly, "You are very wrong!"
Daphne paused, thinking that John had finally found out, but soon she realized that she was thinking too much.
John pulled the dog's face and asked, "Evidently, the amount of dog food I ate these days is double, why didn't I see any growth!"
Tom's fawning dog's face froze, and he lowered his head guiltily.
And Daphne's footsteps became heavier, as if she took the floor as John and stepped on it hard.
This dog thing even knows how much dog food Tom has eaten, but he can't find out why he is angry!
...
