The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

“I remember you, Scott Trolop, don’t you? You did very well in that Quidditch World Cup final, and later you even won the Triwizard Tournament.”

"Yes, it's me, ma'am."

Ms. Burns laughed and said, "If Albus isn't senile, you've done a great job this time. I must say, I've never seen such an outstanding young wizard as you."

Thank you for your compliment.

Scott reached out and handed the transparent white gem in his hand to Dumbledore.

"The rest is up to you, Professor."

"Oh……"

Dumbledore didn't reach for it, but turned to look at Ms. Burns.

"What do you think we should do, Amelia?"

“This is a difficult problem,” Ms. Burns frowned. “If we open the space, they will escape. If we don’t open it, the space will collapse in a day.”

“You’re right,” Scott affirmed.

Ms. Burns did not hesitate for long. After a short while, she made a decision: "Then, let's build an inescapable prison within a day and put them in it."

"Unable to escape?" Scott exclaimed in surprise. "Including Voldemort?"

Ms. Burns nodded.

"This requires your help, Albus."

She said to Dumbledore.

"Oh, we also need the help of the Roselle family of alchemists in France. I don't know if we can make it in a day."

“It will be difficult,” Dumbledore said. “Unless they have a large stockpile of Russell alloy.”

Scott listened to their conversation and fell into deep thought.

He couldn't think of any prison that Voldemort couldn't escape from.

Unless the entire prison is constructed using Roselle alloy, which cannot be destroyed by magic.

But that is impossible.

Even if the Russell family could afford it, Scott would doubt that the British Ministry of Magic could afford it.

So, what if we throw them into the Eye of Odin?

No, that space is very large, and there is even a forest. It can only trap them, but it cannot disable them.

In addition, Scott didn't want the house his family had built over the summer to be completely destroyed.

The Gangnir Tower below the Stenes Standing Stone should be possible, but it's only open on the summer solstice.

All that's left is the Niflheim Secret Realm, where the spatial passage is located on the seabed in the deep sea, a place of ice and snow, which is just right.

If Voldemort and the Death Eaters were thrown in, they would basically be doomed.

But would Ms. Burns and Dumbledore agree?

After all, the space wasn't filled with villains like Voldemort; there were also underage children like Malfoy who hadn't been completely corrupted, Snape the double agent, and Mrs. Rolfe who went undercover...

Upon careful consideration, some of these individuals do not deserve to die.

“Oh, Scott…”

"Yes."

Scott looked up.

"You seem to have something in mind?" Dumbledore asked.

"I……"

Scott hesitated.

Because his idea just now was somewhat cruel.

“Tell me your thoughts,” Ms. Burns said. “After all, you created this space.”

"Two options."

Scott had already made up his mind to speak up.

"First, place this stone into the [Eye of Odin] space. When the alternate dimension I created collapses automatically, they will appear there because of the coordinates of the stone."

“The Eye of Odin is a treasure I obtained from an ancient secret realm, and it is connected to another dimension.”

“Unlike the alternate dimension I temporarily created, that alternate dimension was very stable.”

"The advantage is that it's a place where Voldemort can be trapped."

"The downside is that the alternate dimension is very large, with a resource-rich forest that they can survive there. Even if more time passes, their combat strength will not be diminished."

Ms. Burns nodded. "Is there another option?"

"Second, the 'Niflheim' secret place located in the waters near the Arctic line of the Norwegian Sea."

Scott glanced at Dumbledore.

"I've been there too."

"The advantage is that the spatial passage to that secret realm is located on the seabed in the deep sea, and only I can open it."

"The downside is that the inside of the secret realm is a frozen wasteland with extremely low temperatures and no food. They may not be able to last long."

Ms. Burns frowned deeply.

"...If it were only Voldemort."

Her tone was full of regret.

Scott understood what she meant. If it were only Voldemort, she would not hesitate to choose the harsh environment of Niflheim.

Unfortunately, there are other people with Voldemort now.

"Perhaps we could try the second option."

Dumbledore spoke.

Scott and Ms. Burns both turned to look at him in surprise.

Dumbledore asked Scott.

"Can you control the entrances and exits to other dimensions? If you could open just one passageway for one person at a time, Voldemort might be the first to rush out."

Scott understood immediately.

Dumbledore's idea was to connect this interdimensional portal to the portal of the Niflheim secret realm, so that Voldemort would voluntarily go into the secret realm, and then close both portals.

If successful, it would be equivalent to imprisoning Voldemort alone.

Moreover, it's life imprisonment.

Even though Harry is his Horcrux and he can't die no matter what, it doesn't matter anymore.

“I’m not sure, but I can give it a try. I just can’t guarantee it will work,” Scott said. “And Voldemort might send others out to scout ahead.”

Just like when he passed through the vanishing cabinet, he was the last to appear.

Dumbledore said, "So we need to provoke him, or give him a false impression to make him impatient."

"Provoke him?"

It's easy to provoke a madman, but how do you do it when you're in another dimension?

Even Scott, who created this alternate dimension, couldn't do it.

He could sense what was happening inside, but he couldn't adjust anything within the space.

wrong……

Could it be through...?

Scott and Dumbledore exchanged glances, and Dumbledore nodded, confirming his guess.

It's Harry.

The scar on Harry's forehead contains a fragment of Voldemort's soul, and there is a hidden connection between them that even other dimensions should not be able to sever.

But Scott didn't know exactly how to do it, so he had to leave it to Dumbledore.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore whispered something to Mrs. Burns.

Scott stood beside the two men, receiving a barrage of curious and puzzled stares.

Those people seemed not to understand why Scott, a student, could participate in the secret talks between the Minister of Magic and the Headmaster of Hogwarts concerning the fight against Voldemort.

Especially Umbridge, who is dressed entirely in pink and looks like a toad.

Her eyes were darting around, and the fake smile on her face was about to burst.

He offered his favorite room in an attempt to curry favor with Minister Burns, but was suddenly rejected.

Now, even as a senior deputy minister, she is unable to participate in the minister's conversation.

She must have been cursing him in her heart.

This is utterly outrageous!

Dumbledore is one thing, but although this old man is just a headmaster, he is also the president of the International Confederation of Wizards and the chief wizard of Wizengamo.

What makes Trolop so special? He's just a student who hasn't even graduated yet!

Perhaps Dumbledore has become senile, allowing a student to get involved in such an important matter.

The minister... but the minister did not stop him.

It seems that Burns is not a qualified Minister of Magic; she doesn't know how to be a high-ranking official or how to maintain the authority of officials.

Only I, Dolores Umbridge, am the born official, the most suitable Minister of Magic!

Of course, all of the above is Scott's guess based on Umbridge's expression and eyes.

"...Then I'll leave it to you."

"Please rest assured."

"I hope you succeed and preserve the evidence."