thefictionvixens Chapter 238 Hermione Speaks of Gods with a Sword Hanging Over Her Head
Chapter 238 Hermione Speaks of Gods with a Sword Hanging Over Her Head
Chapter 238 Hermione Speaks of Gods with a Sword Hanging Over Her Head
Picking up where we left off, when Dumbledore returned, his face was as calm as still water, and his voice showed not a trace of anger, yet everyone in the hall held their breath and lowered their heads, truly displaying an aura of authority without being angry.
Una Fudge, who had previously been like an ant on a hot pan, was annoyed that his official position was in jeopardy and resented Harry for opposing him, and was scheming and plotting in every possible way.
By this time, they were all covered in cold sweat, and they felt an unnamed chill creeping up their spines to the top of their heads.
Dumbledore glanced around, paused briefly when his gaze passed over Hermione, then turned to Harry and asked, "Harry, did you kill Voldemort?"
Harry cupped his hands in a fist and said, "Professor, please forgive me. My student has long since killed Voldemort's physical body, but unfortunately, his soul has escaped."
Dumbledore nodded. "If Voldemort hadn't made any more Horcruxes, the Holy Grail might already be in his hands."
"That's our last goal."
Fudge, who was standing nearby, overheard the two talking about Horcruxes and insisted that Voldemort had really come to life and how could they tolerate it.
He stepped forward and cried out, "Dumbledore, don't leave your guess unsaid!" Before he could finish, Dumbledore interrupted him, "Why are you still alive?"
This question was like a bolt from the blue, startling Fudge so much that all the color drained from his face, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to collapse to the ground.
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He hurriedly pulled Scrimgeour beside him to his feet, forcing out a sound from his throat, "Dumbledore, what do you mean by that?"
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Dumbledore strode up to him and said softly, "A week before the finals, I warned you to have the Aurors handle the security."
"And you swore to me that if any danger were to occur, you would stand in front of the students."
Upon hearing this, Scrimgeour frowned and turned his head, saying, "Minister, you've never told me about this before."
Fudge had no time to argue with Scrimgeour at that moment. He forced his limp legs straight and shuffled backward on his toes, stammering, "I thought you were just saying it casually—you were being too casual, how was I supposed to know you were serious—"
As he spoke, Dumbledore was already close in, bowing his head and saying, "If you can't shoulder the responsibilities you should, then don't be Minister for Magic."
Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall hissed and gasped.
It should be known that Dumbledore is usually very amiable. Even if the sky were to fall, he would only stroke his beard and smile. He has never heard such sharp words before.
Harry's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He leaped forward, drew his Gryffindor sword, and pointed it at Rita at the back of the crowd.
"Listen up, you scoundrel! Write it down clearly today: the Minister of Magic died at the hands of Death Eaters!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the hall hissed again, and the dust on the beams almost swirled up.
This is even more ruthless than Dumbledore!
Rita was so frightened that she nearly lost her mind. Her legs buckled, and she spilled her shorthand notebook and pen onto the brick floor with a "crash."
Fudge's face turned completely pale. He knew that this scarred man was a reckless and unruly troublemaker who did what he said.
He looked up abruptly and saw Dumbledore with his eyes downcast and silent, clearly indicating his tacit approval. He immediately felt his hair stand on end and a chill burst forth from every one of his 36,000 pores.
"Guards!"
Fudge let out a bloodcurdling howl, leaped backward, and landed among the Aurors, crying out in alarm, "Dumbledore! You're shirking your responsibility!"
"Even though I made mistakes, don't you have any problems at all?!"
"As the headmaster of Hogwarts, you just stood by and watched your students die! What were you doing?!"
Upon hearing this, Harry was consumed by rage, and he roared, "Still trying to shirk responsibility! Still trying to shirk responsibility! Even if the professor had warned you beforehand, it's you who stubbornly refused to acknowledge Voldemort's resurrection!"
"If you still had even half a spoonful of brains left in your head, you should have reorganized the troops three years ago! Even if you're a muddle-headed and incompetent official, you should have woken up two years ago!"
"You scoundrel, you pretend to be deaf and dumb, hiding your head in your ass and refusing to listen!"
"Today, I will carve out your turtle heart and liver, and stew a pot of 'revitalizing soup' to share with the world!"
Harry's words were like thorns, each sentence like a nail piercing the bone, making Fudge's heart tremble.
With each word he uttered, the short, stout man swayed three times, and the color drained five layers from his face. By the end, his face was ashen, like paper ash on a grave.
The students in the hall were so excited that they all clapped and cheered.
These men, each with their sleeves rolled up, round eyes, and clenched teeth, seemed to be staring intently at Fookie, as if they wanted to tear him apart alive.
Meanwhile, Hermione was still anxious. Although she felt it was too early to make a move, she saw that Dumbledore was completely still and silent, which clearly meant he had given his consent.
Even if I were to use my eloquence to debate with Harry, I would find it difficult to sway him at this moment.
Although the Aurors had just arrived, after hearing these words, their minds became clear.
Moreover, given his close personal relationship with Harry, who would actually step forward to make a move? He merely pointed his wand in a mock attack, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot.
Fudge was now in a state of complete isolation, and Umbridge secretly tiptoed behind the crowd, afraid that the swords would fall and blood would stain her pink satin robe.
Before the woman could move three steps, a burly man suddenly swept past her from the side—it was Scrinker!
The old Auror stopped three feet in front of Harry, took a deep breath, and said in a voice like thunder, "Harry, I hope you can trust that the Ministry of Magic will handle this matter well, I assure you."
"And our enemies are Death Eaters."
Seeing that someone was trying to change things, Hermione quickly stepped forward, squeezed to Harry's side, and whispered in his ear, "Scrimgeour is right, Harry, we need the Ministry of Magic to restore order."
"And Fudge's death here will only make people more terrified of Voldemort."
She was racking her brains to explain in detail when Harry, after looking Scrimgeour up and down three or five times, suddenly laughed and said, "Brother, why are you being so formal? Are we rebellious scoundrels? We were just speaking in a moment of passion."
These words were like pouring cold water on a snowdrift, freezing everyone in the hall in place.
The students were stunned for a long time. The Aurors looked at each other in astonishment, and even Fudge peeked half his face out from the crowd, wondering if he had misheard.
Scrimgeour had a whole host of words of advice stuck in his throat, like a bone stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Fudge's eyes widened in disbelief. Dumbledore slowly turned his head and stared at Harry for a long while.
The hall was silent, save for the crackling of the embers.
After a moment of silence, about half a cup of tea's time later, Scrimgeour finally came to his senses. He hadn't expected Harry to agree so readily, and was momentarily flattered.
He took a deep breath and hesitated before saying, "Then—I'll take over the cleanup work at Hogwarts now."
Harry shook his head and said, "There's no need to trouble you with this, brother. Our school matters will be handled by our teachers and classmates."
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"If you truly wish, brother, immediately muster your forces and pursue the remnant soul of Voldemort. Proclaim this birdman's return to the world, lest the people remain in the dark!"
Upon hearing the phrase "announcement to the world," Fudge felt as if he had been stung by a scorpion and rushed forward, shouting, "Wait, I think..."
"Shut up!"
Before he could finish speaking, Scrimgeour's veins bulged, and he roared, startling his entire body. The words that had risen to his throat rolled back down his throat and he swallowed them back down.
Scrimgeour waved his hand, and all the Aurors turned and left in unison. Fudge hurriedly stumbled after them, glancing back every step of the way.
As the group stepped through the dilapidated gate, Dumbledore suddenly spoke up: "Don't do anything wrong again, Fudge."
With that, he flicked his wand, and a gleaming silver sword suddenly materialized above Fudge's head. The sword was silent, its tip spinning directly above his hair.
"You won't have a second chance."
Fudge looked up at the sword above his head, then quietly moved his foot half a foot to the left, and the sword slowly moved to the left as well; then he moved it three inches to the right, the tip of the sword following him like a shadow.
A chill instantly enveloped him, and Fudge could no longer contain himself, crying out, "Dumbledore, what do you mean by this?! You're threatening the Ministry of Magic!"
Dumbledore calmly replied, "This is merely oversight."
Fudge, his face flushed with anger, pulled out his wand and pointed it wildly into the air, muttering incantations.
To his surprise, the sword remained completely still, leaving him exhausted and with a sore and numb arm. Finally, having exhausted all his options, he could only say in embarrassment and frustration, "I will definitely go find the sages of Wissengamo!"
"Go ahead," Dumbledore nodded slightly. "They might actually dare to break my spell."
Fudge muttered curses under his breath, taking three steps and glancing up at the sword every three steps before timidly leaving the castle ruins.
After walking an arrow's length away and seeing no one around, he hurriedly beckoned Umbridge over.
"You've seen it all, Dolores, Hogwarts is drifting further and further away from the Ministry of Magic under the influence of Dumbledore and Potter."
Umbridge blinked, a sweet, honey-like voice escaping her throat. "Minister Fudge, what do you mean?"
"I need an investigator to go to Hogwarts and bring those misguided students back on the right track!"
Umbridge smiled and nodded like a chick pecking at rice, but inwardly he rolled his eyes as big as a millstone.
Investigator? To Hogwarts?
Only a fool would try to reason with those ruthless, murderous lunatics!
Just as she was grumbling to herself, she looked up and saw Fudge staring straight at her. Her heart sank, and she stretched out a short, carrot-like finger and tapped her own heart.
"You want me to go to Hogwarts?"
Fudge forced a smile and patted her on the shoulder.
"You are the person I trust most, Dolores."
Before he finished speaking, the sword on his head suddenly dropped three feet.
Fudge was terrified and cried out, "Scrimgeour, cast the Ministry of Magic's First-Level Warning Charm! Tell everyone the Mysterious Man is back!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the sword suddenly stopped its momentum, then slowly rose a foot or two, still hovering above his head, gleaming coldly.
Umbridge observed this clearly with a cold eye, and a sense of enlightenment suddenly dawned on him.
Maybe he died before I became an investigator?
Thinking of this, she instead put on a face full of piety and held Fudges' hand.
"Yes, Minister!"
Meanwhile, back at Hogwarts, Harry looked around and, seeing everyone still standing there dumbfounded, shouted, "What are you all standing there for! If you need to deliver a message, hurry up and lay out paper and grind ink; if you need to collect the corpses, hurry up and gather them up!"
"Even if you're going to mourn, you should cry your heart out; what's the point of just standing there dumbfounded!"
The sound was like the thud of a gavel, and everyone snapped out of their daze and scattered like birds and beasts.
In a short while, only Harry, Hermione, and Dumbledore remained in the hall.
Hermione scrutinized Harry twice before sighing, "Honestly, Harry, I thought you were really going to do it."
Harry waved his hand and said, "If it were just Fudge and those good-for-nothings, I'd give them a real fight today!"
"Only Scrimgeour and a group of Aurors were there. Although my brother is an upright man, he is full of loyalty to the king."
"If this fire really breaks out, he will definitely fight to the death to protect Fu Ji. If the two sides fight, many heroes will inevitably be lost for no reason. Wouldn't that allow Voldemort to reap the benefits? It would be better to do him a favor."
"Only when Fudge angers the world again, and all the wizards of the world want to get rid of him, will I be able to seize the bird throne and be in accordance with the will of Heaven and the people and be the rightful heir."
After Harry finished speaking, he twisted his neck, looked at Dumbledore, and said loudly, "Moreover, the professor is in a fit of rage today and is acting entirely on impulse. Since he didn't stop me, I will do the opposite."
The ancients said, "In the heat of anger, mistakes are bound to be made," which perfectly illustrates this point.
These words left Hermione speechless; she never imagined that Harry had such complex thoughts running through his mind.
Dumbledore turned around, a hint of bitterness in his eyes, and said softly, "You're right, Harry, I was indeed blinded by anger just now."
"It's good that you made the right choice."
After saying this, Dumbledore turned and walked heavily toward the spiral staircase, stepping on the broken bricks without looking back. He said, "Harry, Miss Granger, could you come to my office? We need to talk."
Hermione knew that the topic of the Elder Wand was going to come up, so she took a breath, puffed out her chest, and strode after him.
Harry walked alongside her, asking her in detail what great fortune she had received.
Hermione then recounted in detail how the Elder Wand recognized its master, how it merged with her, and the scene of the figure with the jade tablet.
Harry pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Oh dear! Did my sister run into the King of Hell?!"
Hermione frowned and asked, "Who is this?"
Harry clapped his hands and laughed, "This is the Eastern Land God who is in charge of life, death and lifespan. It must be because my elder sister set up many talismans around that Yama mistook you for a cultivator from the Eastern Land."
"Only when I saw the real thing did I realize that I had made a mistake in setting up the trap."
Hermione lowered her head and pondered for a long time, then gently bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and suddenly shook her head.
"wrong."
"I didn't have the feeling that—death had been replaced by a different one."
She hesitated again, saying, "It's more like... just a different shell."
"There is a saying: A Westerner in black robes and a sickle, a ruler of the East in jade tablets and black robes. They are originally the rulers of the underworld, so why do they appear in this form at the same time? Could it be that the road to the Yellow Springs connects to the River Styx, and the Book of Life and Death records the seven deadly sins? To find out what happens next, please listen to the next chapter."
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