Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The thick stack of documents that Rita found is still in the Order of the Phoenix.

In June of this year, a group of people died.

But the dead batch wasn't the only one in the Ministry of Magic. In the file, there are too many people who are Death Eaters and also serve in the Ministry of Magic.

"At least there are almost no Aurors, Kingsley is a trustworthy partner." Dumbledore nodded the table, and a long line of honey water fell into his mouth, "Scrimgeour is also, although he has no intention of joining the Order of the Phoenix .”

"Thankfully, I finally learned that the Ministry of Magic is run by the Aurors." Harry waved his hand and took a sip of his drink.

"Are you suspicious of Pierce?" Dumbledore finally realized, he looked surprised.

Harry nodded.

"Why, although Pierce has never had a sense of existence, he was also a member of the resistance against Voldemort more than ten years ago, and he was an upright person." Dumbledore asked, "He doesn't seem to be a person who will join forces with the Death Eaters. .”

"Professor Dumbledore, I can't trust anyone in the Ministry of Magic right now." Harry shook his head, "This is very abnormal."

"When we arrived, there was no magic around the Leaky Cauldron."

"But you said that apparation here is blocked."

"The power of the Death Eaters can't do that."

Although the people from the Ministry of Magic are useless, they have to admit that they are perfect in monitoring.

"It may be an official, but it may be him. These have nothing to do with me. Professor, please pay attention." Harry put down the cup and changed the subject. The venom is deadly, but that's Tom, and I don't think he'll die so easily."

"Of course, the materials for removing the basilisk's venom are fixed. I'll let Rita pay attention, and the Death Eaters should be caught soon."

"That thing, you guys have to speed up."

Dumbledore let out a heavy breath.

Horcruxes!

The most troublesome thing is that up to now, even if Mundungus is allowed to join in, no useful clues have been found.

"Harry, do you have any idea?" He frowned.

Harry tapped the table lightly: "I suspect there is a Horcrux in Hogwarts."

Dumbledore was taken aback: "Isn't that a misunderstanding caused by what we thought about Sirius?"

Sirius, who was drinking, tilted his head and his eyes became sharp.

About yourself?

"That's what I thought at first, too," said Harry.

"But it's too abnormal. Outsiders broke into the castle, pets were lost, and werewolf attacks"

Speaking of this, he paused for a while: "From the results, all the plans of the Death Eaters revolve around Hogwarts, but the incident of Gringotts suddenly popped up."

"Of course, these can all be said to be the Death Eaters' deception."

"But Barty Crouch Jr. never showed up, which disturbed me."

Sirius chimed in: "Maybe Barty Crouch Jr. is really dead?"

Harry and Dumbledore's speculations have always confirmed that Barty Crouch Jr. is alive, but no one in the Order of the Phoenix has seen him with their own eyes, no matter last year, the Triwizard Tournament, or this time.

There is no trace of this person ever existing.

Is he really alive?

Sirius doubted this fact very much.

Harry looked at him, said nothing, but shook his head slowly.

"There are places in the castle that we haven't explored." Dumbledore frowned.

"Go back and ask Mr. Gryffindor?" Harry waved his wand, refilling his glass, "Maybe he will have some ideas."

The Sorting Hat probed: "Godric has seen the Marauder's Map, and he won't know more than you."

Both Dumbledore and Harry turned their eyes to him.

The Sorting Hat swung its pointy hat: "The castle belongs to Salazar, and Rowena and Helga participated in part of the design. As for Godric, he was busy removing some dangerous creatures around the castle at that time. There are fire dragons living next to Cibian."

"Then it looks like we'll have to look for it ourselves." Harry sighed.

Dumbledore nodded.

They sipped the wine dully, analyzing what happened today one by one.

At this moment, Hogsmeade, in the right corner, Draco Malfoy was pacing restlessly up and down in the snow.

He didn't choose to go home for Christmas.

Since the second grade, he hadn't been back at Christmas time—since his father was imprisoned, that luxurious mansion never felt like home.

But just now, Mother Owl sent a letter asking him to come out of Hogwarts, and wanted to meet him at the Pig's Head Pub in Hogsmeade.

Notes are hasty and flustered.

This made him very uneasy.

It was windy and snowy, and he walked around here for half an hour, but he didn't feel cold at all, at least the outside temperature was far less cold than his heart.

"Draco, Draco." Someone called his name.

It was a male voice, a little strange and a little familiar.

Draco turned around slowly, looked in the direction of the voice, unbelievable, unbelievable: "Dad?"

Lucius came out of the shadows, wearing a half-worn bearskin cloak, with a few new scars on his face, and a look of embarrassment all over his body: "It's me."

"Aren't you in Azkaban?" Draco clenched his wand tightly, took a deep breath, and his tone became calm.

"We broke out," Lucius replied. "I remember that magazine called The Quibbler reported it."

"I don't read those crazy magazines." Draco shook his head, staring at his father, "So you called me out and wanted to meet me?"

Lucius nodded. He noticed the wounds on his son's body and the repaired robe: "Have you suffered a little during this time?"

"Some tricks." Draco waved his hand, his tone calm, "Dad, what do you want from me?"

Lucius paused, and he stomped several times: "The master is resurrected."

Owner?

Dark Lord?

Draco frowned.

"Master made you a Death Eater too." Lucius took a deep breath and struggled to utter these words.

"Me? A Death Eater?" Draco gripped his wand even tighter. "I'm just a fifth-year wizard. Does the Dark Lord need me?"

Lucius shook his head: "I don't want to either, but this is the master's order."

He... had no way to disobey orders from Voldemort.

"Dad, what happened today?" Draco asked, "I noticed that Potter was not in the castle all day today. In the middle of the party, Dumbledore also left. The resurrection of the Dark Lord may not be so smooth."

Lucius' face became more ugly, he nodded with difficulty, and recounted today's events objectively.

"Potter is so strong?" Draco sighed.

Lucius shook his head: "That was just the master's carelessness. He didn't know that Potter knew swordsmanship, and no one told him about it. Moreover, the master has just been resurrected, and the magic power has not yet returned to its peak state."

"Neither do I"

"But this is the master's order."

Draco shook his head decisively: "Sorry, Dad, I won't be a Death Eater."

"Then you are going to stand on Potter's side?" Lucius' tone was serious, but his eyes and the corners of his mouth were relaxed.

Draco shook his head: "No, I can't be friends with Scarhead either."

Lucius stared blankly at his son.

Draco took out his wand and pointed it at his father: "Groups are unreliable, Dad. In the past two years, the biggest truth I have learned is this."

"For whatever reason, they will hold you in their palms and regard you as a leader."

"They will also abandon you for other reasons, throw you into the mud pit, and step on it a few times."

"Only with strength can you have everything."

"What is bestowed by others is nothing but mirror flowers and moonlight in water."

"The recognition from the Dark Lord, becoming the youngest and newest "Death Eater", becoming the leader of Slytherin again"

"Still become a friend of Potter's so-called "reform" and fight for "justice"."

"Everything in me is a gift from them."

"Whether it's the Dark Lord or Potter, to me, there's no difference between them."

"I don't want to be 'gifted' from anyone else anymore, I just want me to be me."

Lucius looked at him.

There is a complex and wonderful feeling in my heart, like a spider stepping on it, scratching my heart, and at the same time forming a thick layer of cocoons to wrap my old, rotten heart.

two years.

I have only stayed in Azkaban for two years, and my son has grown to the extent that I feel strange, and has grown to the kind of appearance he had always expected to be before.

"Then you are going to disobey the Dark Lord, and you are disobeying my father?" The words that spewed out of his mouth were not sincere, and were completely contrary to his heart.

"Never disobedient." Draco shook his head, "I'm just choosing my own path."

"Come on, father."

"I've grown a lot in the past two years, don't you want to see it?"

Disarm you!

Lucius slammed his hand, and the spell shot out, running towards Draco.

Draco, who had been attacked for several years, reacted quickly, dodging the spell, and threw the Weasley brothers' fireworks.

After just a few minutes.

The hasty fight ended.

Draco was holding his own wand, holding his father's wand, standing upright in the snow, looking at his father calmly.

The bearskin coat on Lucius fell to the ground, leaving only a thin shirt, revealing the scars on his arms from being tortured, as well as the fresh scars Malfoy had just cut on his arms.

"Draco Malfoy." Lucius picked up his coat and put it on again, "I will tell the master about your disobedience."

"Pray that you can stay in Hogwarts more, as soon as you come out of Hogwarts, the master will give you the greatest punishment."

"really hope"

"I can be so stubborn after seeing you, don't get revenge from the master, crying to find Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Order of the Phoenix for help."

Draco Malfoy, a man, watched his father swear and walk away.