Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

"Mr. Dumbledore," Scrimgeour called to him.

Dumbledore tilted his head and looked toward the fireplace.

Fox was startled by the head in the green flames, flapped his wings and flew away.

"Ah, Rufus, what do you want from me?" Dumbledore walked in and asked.

Scrimgeour spoke quickly: "Mr. Dumbledore, this is terrible news. There is a rebellion of at least a hundred goblins, and now they have occupied Gringotts."

"And also appearing with the rebel goblins are Death Eaters."

"The Dark Mark appears above Gringotts!"

Dumbledore frowned.

"Mr. Dumbledore, the wizarding world needs your rescue now." Scrimgeour took a deep breath, slowed down his speech, and spoke solemnly, "And Mr. Potter."

"Only you can solve this matter."

He didn't hesitate.

Although as a Minister of Magic, it was embarrassing to do so, but he knew very well that his face was nothing compared to the peace of the magical world.

Could it be that for the sake of saving face, I can solve this big trouble by myself?

Do you want to become like Cornelius Fudge?

Dumbledore shook his head.

Scrimgeour was stunned.

What does shaking your head mean?

"Harry is not in Hogwarts now." Dumbledore said softly. "For some special reasons, I can't leave Hogwarts now."

Scrimgeour's eyes were blank.

My mind was completely confused. It was over. I couldn't count on the two sea-fixing needles I relied on this time.

"Don't panic, Rufus." Dumbledore comforted him.

Scrimgeour shook his head: "I can't help but panic, Mr. Dumbledore, neither you nor Mr. Potter can help. The Ministry of Magic alone cannot handle that large group of goblins, let alone a powerful one." Death Eaters."

Dumbledore whispered: "Maybe, that Death Eater is not a powerful wizard."

Scrimgeour looked at him: "Crouch doesn't seem like an easy person to deal with."

"Crouch was captured by Harry a long time ago," Dumbledore said, "and is still being held in Hogwarts."

Scrimgeour was startled. He had never heard of this news before.

"The dark wizard in Gringotts is not Crouch." Dumbledore said softly, "Other powerful Death Eaters have long since died in Malfoy Manor. You know this."

Scrimgeour nodded: "So what we have to deal with is the goblin."

"Harry will be back soon," Dumbledore reminded him.

Scrimgeour regained his composure: "I understand, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Then I'll go to Gringotts first."

"However, I still hope that you and Mr. Potter can come to support after you and Mr. Potter are done."

He said goodbye to Dumbledore, and his head disappeared in the flames, and the green color turned back to orange.

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and stared into the flames.

The powerful Death Eater who appears in Gringotts

Without a doubt, it was Snape.

Are you trying to lure yourself out of Hogwarts by making such a big fuss?

This was similar to the guess I had made with Harry before.

What did Voldemort think of Hogwarts.

He waved, and the Marauder's Map hanging on the wall flew to his hand and fell into his hand. He sat by the fireplace and stared at it carefully.

Hogsmeade.

Outside the Screaming Shack.

Karkaroff apparated out, wearing a pointed wizard's hat that covered the Ravenclaw diadem.

Voldemort peered into the world through his eyes.

"A familiar scent." He whispered and laughed.

Then, he raised his wand and waved it lightly.

Complex spells were cast one after another and fell on him.

Crouch told him.

Both Potter and Dumbledore possess a map that shows the names of everyone present in Hogwarts.

Crouch had some difficulty understanding how they did this.

But based on Voldemort's insights and his knowledge, it is not difficult to understand.

The book of admission, the pen of acceptance.

These two magic items that have signed a contract with Hogwarts can achieve this by putting part of the contract on the map.

Very clever method.

but.

Now that you know the principle, there is a way to crack it.

Although the magic spells he cast for himself could not completely prevent the contract from taking effect, they were completely sufficient for hiding.

After all, he came here to achieve his goal.

It’s not just to study here.

When all the spells were cast, Karkaroff had a strange gray texture.

He followed the extremely familiar road that he had walked for four years and rushed to Hogwarts.

The crowds gradually thinned out, and at the end, a locked iron gate and two stone statues blocked the way forward.

The two stone statues probed their heads and glanced at Karkaroff, but did not make any reaction.

They guard here.

Prevent little wizards from leaving the school outside of weekends, and prevent unauthorized outsiders from entering the school.

but.

The working principle of their magic power is no different from that of the Marauder's Map. They both identify people through contracts.

Voldemort hid himself and escaped from the contract.

In the eyes of the stone statue.

He's just an unusually large tumbleweed, or an ordinary animal without magic, or anything else that's non-threatening.

Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at the iron door.

Ahola opened.

Basic spells learned in first grade.

Now he's back at Hogwarts, putting it back to use on Hogwarts.

The door was opened, but the stone statues remained unmoved.

Voldemort walked in and followed the Black Lake until he was close to Hogwarts Castle, but not too close.

He manipulated Karkaroff into taking off his hat and throwing it into the water.

With a wave of the magic wand, a golden platform reaching chest height was transformed.

He placed his wand on the table.

He took off the Ravenclaw diadem and placed it solemnly on the stage.

After taking off the crown, Karkaroff seemed to regain some consciousness, and his eyes became frightened.

But the body still couldn't move.

"Your consciousness seems to be stronger than I thought." The voice came from the crown, somewhat surprised.

"Master, master." Karkaroff's voice came out from between his teeth.

"Karkaroff, my dear friend." Voldemort sighed, "I thought you would be my best helper."

"But when I lost power, you were the first to betray me."

Karkaroff's expression and voice were both aggrieved: "No, Master, I didn't, I just..."

"Just what?" Voldemort interrupted him with a sneer, "hibernating and then waiting for my return?"

Karkaroff's chicken pecked at the rice and nodded.

"Really?" Voldemort whispered, "Then prove your loyalty to me, Karkaroff."

"Contribute your strength to my resurrection."

he said.

Karkaroff's face became even more frightened.

He felt the magic power in his body draining away, flowing quickly towards the golden platform.