I'm Really an Alchemist

After a long time, Pettigrew hesitated to speak.

"Unless it starts with Dumbledore."

"If we can temporarily remove the protective magic from Dumbledore, and allow the Aurors to enter Hogwarts in just a few minutes, then there will be no suspense in this matter."

Harry froze for a moment.

Let Dumbledore temporarily remove the protection magic, how to do this?

Who in this world can force Dumbledore, even if Voldemort comes, he can't do it, right?

Under his questioning, Pettigrew had no choice but to come up with a solution.

Use some kind of potion to make Dumbledore unconscious for a few minutes. While he is in a coma, the protective magic will naturally disappear, and the Ministry of Magic can enter Hogwarts.

"Harry, forget it!" Pettigrew said anxiously: "If you are asked to do this, you really have no place at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore will definitely not forgive you!"

The original retreat in Harry Potter's heart disappeared in Pettigrew's words.

He pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I have no place at Hogwarts!"

Harry thought about his situation. Everyone thought he was a disaster star, and no one had contact with him except a few friends and professors.

All this is caused by Sirius.

"After capturing Sirius, I will leave Hogwarts." Harry said calmly, "I promised Minister Fudge to deal with Voldemort. Dumbledore didn't forgive me, so what does it matter?"

Pettigrew heard the will to die in Harry's words.

A thirteen-year-old boy is determined to deal with the Dark Lord who makes the wizarding world fearful, and he must put life and death aside.

"I will be by your side, Harry." Pettigrew said sadly, "I failed to protect your parents, but I will definitely protect you!"

Harry was touched by Pettigrew's grief and showed emotion.

There are many hypnotic drugs in the wizarding world.

But drugs that can hypnotize Dumbledore are extremely rare.

To make Dumbledore unaware, Harry Potter couldn't concoct the medicine that didn't last more than ten minutes, and he didn't have much time to concoct the potion.

The work of refining the potion was handed over to Peter Pettigrew.

But how to make Dumbledore take the potion is the biggest problem.

On March [-]th, Pettigrew refined the potion and quietly placed it in the tree hole under the Whomping Willow.

After Harry found out, he immediately took the potion by taking advantage of the rest time.

It was a palm-sized bottle containing a colorless and odorless liquid, like pure white water. Pettigrew said that only one drop of this potion was needed to make an elephant unconscious.

And it's only ten minutes.

Harry was leaning against the bed, clutching the potion bottle tightly in his hand. Every time his roommates walked by, he would be terrified, as if their intentions were to be seen through.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Ron looked at the pale Harry strangely.

Harry stuffed the potion bottle under the pillow, returning to his normal smile.

"I'm a little dizzy and want to sleep for a while, can you bring me a baked potato pancake from the restaurant!"

Ron shrugged: "Okay, you have a good rest!"

Before he left, he put the mouse Banban in a cage, and left the dormitory with other roommates.

Harry exhaled lightly.

He took out the potion bottle under the pillow again, took out a drop of potion, dropped it into the glass of water, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall.

It was six past three in the afternoon.

He picked up the glass and drank it down.

As soon as the quilt was put down, uncontrollable drowsiness came to his mind, his eyelids began to tremble, Harry reluctantly stuffed the potion into the drawer, then fell on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the dormitory, there was only the ticking of the wall clock.

And in the cage, Banban the mouse stared at the sleeping boy strangely.

Ten minutes later, Harry woke up on time.

He confirmed the effectiveness of the potion, and finally felt relieved.

The next thing to do is to find a way to get Dumbledore to take the potion.

But for two consecutive days, Harry didn't find a chance. Dumbledore locked himself in the office without seeing any outsiders, and even the meals were sent over by house elves.

"Can't wait any longer."

Harry put his palms in his pockets, gripped the potion bottle tightly, and his impatient eyes fell on the stone statue in front of the principal's office.

Without a password, he cannot enter.

Even if he entered, how would he get the principal to take the potion?

At this time, the sound of carts came from far to near.

Harry's complexion changed, and he subconsciously hid in a corner, looking in the direction of the voice.

At the end of the corridor, a house elf in a chef's uniform came over pushing a dining cart.

There was an exquisite dinner in the dining car, mashed potato and pumpkin soup, and an open bottle of sherry.

.....

Dumbledore put down the report letter in his hand, frowned, and looked towards the wide open window.

Through the window, you can see the burning clouds in the sky, and you can see the staff of the Ministry of Magic flying past the protective barrier from time to time.

The current Hogwarts is already at a critical juncture of internal and external troubles.

There were student riots and strikes inside, and the Ministry of Magic blocked the door strongly outside.

Even the greatest White Wizard felt powerless in the face of such a sticky situation.

"Why did Connelly become so strong?" Dumbledore rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a headache.

The Ministry of Magic's blockade of Hogwarts just to capture Sirius is completely different from Connelly's previous style!

Dumbledore has been thinking about the reason for Connelly's transformation. If he can find out the reason, maybe the Ministry of Magic can revoke the search warrant and restore the school to normal life.

"headmaster."

The stone statue on the wall slowly raised its head and said respectfully, "Harry Potter is here."

"Harry." Dumbledore's thoughts were disturbed, a little strange: "How did he come to me?"

Stone Statue: "He ran into a house elf who delivered food to you on the road, and they were all waiting outside the door."

Dumbledore thought for a while and sighed lowly.

He guessed why Harry came, and it was also for Sirius, right?

Because of Sirius, he was excluded in school...Dumbledore had heard about it from Lupine, but never had the chance to deal with it.

"Let him in." Dumbledore sighed softly.

soon.

Harry pushed the dining car into the office, and the house elf was fooled away by him.

He was a little nervous, lowered his head, not daring to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore only thought that he was wronged, and his face was more kind, and he said softly: "Harry, why are you here?"

Listen to the headmaster's gentle greeting.

Harry felt aggrieved and unwilling, he wanted to know the answer from Dumbledore, as long as he could know the answer to why Sirius was not captured, he would take the initiative to admit his mistakes and be willing to accept punishment.

He looked up at the tall white wizard.

"Why didn't the Ministry of Magic arrest Sirius?" Harry's voice gradually rose, with a bit of aggrieved tone.

The boy vented his grievance and anger.

Dumbledore lowered his eyes.

"Harry, this matter is not as simple as you imagined." He said softly, "I will explain it clearly to you when the time is right."

Perfunctory, perfunctory again!

Harry lowered his head slowly, disappointment welling up in his heart.

"I see." The boy's tone regained his composure, he reached out and took out the wine bottle, poured the orange-red wine liquid into a goblet, and gently placed it on the table, firmly and naturally.

"Professor, you should drink less." Harry pushed the glass to Dumbledore, put the cork into the bottle, and said calmly, "Alcoholism is not a good habit."

Dumbledore had no doubts.

He picked up the wine glass and said with emotion: "A lot of things have happened this year. Without the paralysis of alcohol, I wouldn't even be able to sleep well."

As he spoke, he took a sip of the red wine and narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

Seeing that Harry was still standing still, Dumbledore joked: "I won't give alcohol to minors, even if you look at me like this."

"Professor, I'm sorry," said Harry.

Dumbledore blinked, his face suddenly changed.

"Snapped!"

The goblet fell to the ground and shattered in an instant, and the unfinished wine permeated and spread.

Dumbledore's body swayed, he managed to hold himself up, and looked at the guilt-ridden Harry Potter with his eyelids struggling. At this moment, he understood everything.

"Ha... Li..." He struggled to say something, but the effect of the potion evaporated in his body, and the inescapable drowsiness was pulling his spirit. This kind of drowsiness just wanted him to sleep well .

The energy to get out the wand is gone.

Seeing the pleading expression of the respected Professor Dumbledore, Harry bowed his head guiltily, recalling his responsibilities, and said again: "I'm very sorry, please forgive me."

After speaking, he turned his head and left the office.

There was a dull sound of falling to the ground behind him.

The dinner time is over, and the students either go back to the dormitory together, or walk in the courtyard to digest food, or couples sit on the bench together, looking at the dark blue curtain climbing up to the sky.