Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Dolores Umbridge raised an eyebrow. "Of course it's a minor problem. Just a few criminals with only a fraction of their strength left. The Aurors will catch them quickly." She looked at Moody, waiting for his agreement.

Moody snorted grimly.

"Anyway, it was just a small mistake. We didn't even say anything, so how can we prove that it was a trivial matter?" Umbridge sensibly took over her boss's words, made what she thought was a friendly expression (in fact, her facial features were squeezed together) and looked at Harry: "It was an accident, child."

If every time her sister made Nagini angry it was an accident, she believed that this time was also an accident.

That William Elliott knew her name and the location of her home.

The little girl blinked her green eyes and was about to say something, but she caught a glimpse of the old Auror winking wildly at the side.

She opened her mouth and swallowed the words back.

“…I understand, sir.”

"Just call me Fudge, kid. I've known you for a long time, since you were this young." Cornelius Fudge touched her head affectionately, as kindly as if he were looking at his granddaughter. "What a thrilling escape from death, your..." He arranged and combined the poor words in his brain, even with some flattery and flattery: "...that gentleman, is he okay?"

Harry looked confused.

Yes, Imhotep?

There were many hints in the old minister's words, and Harry could hear them - he and Umbridge were not worried about how much trouble the escaped Death Eaters would cause, how many people would lose their lives, and how many families would be broken: they were not worried about this.

What they were worried about was that the Death Eater escape caused by their mistake would hurt Harry.

Would this make the person behind her...angry?

It's really laughable.

If the Ministry of Magic were full of people like this...

Harley shook her head, saying that Mr. Imhotun would not be angry about this - to avoid causing trouble for her sister, she must not mention Sen Yuesha. She just said that she didn't know where Imhotun had gone, nor when he would appear again.

Cornelius Fudge was very happy. He showed a hearty smile, held Harry's little hand tightly, and shook it up and down: "Please believe me, believe in the Ministry of Magic. Harry Potter. We will handle this emergency as quickly and properly as possible. Of course, those fugitives are smart, and you are so young." Cornelius Fudge was a little embarrassed: "So, in order to keep it secret--"

Harry understood.

"Good girl! When you graduate and come to the Ministry of Magic, how about I be your recommender? Come on, wipe your face - give you some candy? Do you have any gadgets you want? Umbridge, give our little hero who escaped death something she deserves." He touched Harry's head in a pretentious manner, and took the small envelope handed over by the Deputy Minister - there was a rustling sound inside.

"Here, don't be shy. Listen girl, wait by the door for a minute, okay? I want to talk to Mr. Moody."

Harry walked out of the office obediently holding the envelope and closed the door from the outside.

She opened the envelope, revealing a dozen golden Galleons.

The little Loli curled her lips in disdain.

Chapter 152 Dodge and retreat

When Harry Potter left, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became much more solemn.

"You have to make a decision quickly, Fudge." Every time he came to the Minister's office, Moody's mood would become very bad. It happened that today he was in a very bad mood. He spoke with less respect and said bluntly: "You should now focus on the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban."

"She attacked Harry Potter. Do you think it was just an accident?"

The old minister did not answer Moody's question immediately. He leaned back, fell into the soft chair, took the teacup handed to him by Umbridge and sipped it.

The only sound in the office was the sound of him slurping his tea.

"Fudge—"

Cornelius Fudge raised his hand and shook it impatiently.

"Come on, Moody." He placed the teacup in Umbridge's palm, and Umbridge smiled and took it back to the table and refilled it. "You are starting to become as alarmist as Dumbledore."

He bent down at both corners of his mouth, and pointed his chin at Moody while lying on his back. "It was an accident. Maybe she heard some messed up news. That girl is not really a well-behaved girl. Who knows, maybe one of her friends leaked it?"

In Cornelius Fudge's opinion, the Harry Potter written by Rita Skeeter in the Daily Prophet is the real Harry. Does this kid think he can't see that she is pretending in front of him?

She was restless and as annoying as Dumbledore.

——Of course, Rita Skeeter was not a good person either. He only authorized her to have limited "play" but did not allow her to write herself into the story.

Wouldn't it be a good idea to reduce Harry's prestige and, at the same time, strike a blow at Dumbledore, who was behind her and was "trying to protect the prophecy"?

As for the elderly and children...

nonsense.

Rita Skeeter.

How old is he, how could he still be so kind to a child like that...Speaking of which, why can't I contact Rita Skeeter recently?

"Fudge."

"I know, I know everything, Moody." The old minister came back to his senses reluctantly, leaning on the armrest to move his buttocks up: "The Aurors are all capable, and there is also you. If you lead them to catch it, will five days be enough? Ten days? Ten days at most, I still have to spend time to maintain-"

"Fudge." Moody's magic eyes whirled. He stared at Cornelius Fudge and tried to persuade him in a slow tone:

"This is no longer a matter of a few Death Eaters. Who helped them escape from prison? Who is waiting for them outside... or calling them? Except for Bellatrix, everyone else disappeared without a trace. Who did they go looking for?"

These were questions Cornelius Fudge did not want to answer, and was unable to answer.

"You have to take it seriously. It's not Dumbledore's, but my own hunch. The hunch of an old Auror who has fought against Death Eaters for many years." Moody knew that Fudge didn't like Dumbledore very much, but there were some things he had to say: "That William is not on our list of Death Eaters over the years. Assuming he is, we can conclude that He Who Must Not Be Named has recently been reabsorbed--"

At this point, the old minister suddenly jumped up from his chair as if his butt was scalded.

"A, Alastor!" He widened his eyes, stammering Moody's name in panic, and then forced a smile that was uglier than crying: "You, you are kidding me! It's Dumbledore's theory again. I tell you, the damned one is dead! Dead! Died more than ten years ago!"

He slammed the table, causing a few drops of dark blue ink to splash out from the uncapped ink bottle.

"It was just an accident! Accidents happen to anyone! Why couldn't it be Harry Potter?!"

"…I don't believe his excuses at all…what about coming back or not…and he wants to go back to the wartime and take over the Ministry smoothly. I absolutely…no, I can't believe it."

"No one can deceive me..."

His eyes moved faster than Moody's magic eyes, and his sight flew around the familiar office. Finally, it stopped on the coat rack at the door - there were his coat and hat.

"I have to go out for a while. I'm busy, Alastor. You can't keep me waiting all day and make me listen to the stories you and Dumbledore made up." He stood up as he spoke. Umbridge walked two steps faster than him to the shelf - helped the old minister put on his thin coat, took off his bowler hat, blew it, and put it on him.

"I have to go get busy. I'll talk to you again when we have a chance..."

He opened the door, forced a smile at the little Lolita squatting outside with her knees hugged, and left in a hurry.

Or flee in panic.

Moody really has no choice.

He was just a minor Auror, with some experience and some respect - that was all.

He could not convince Cornelius Fudge and the large group around him: moreover, in the wizarding world, most people tended to believe that the Dark Lord was dead.

He won't be coming back.

"Mr. Moody?"

Harry poked his head outside the door.

Moody waved his hand: "Come here, kid. The door of the minister's office is not as soundproof as you might think."

She did listen to it in its entirety.

"We can't help it. We have to report this to the Ministry of Magic. Although I know he won't believe it." Moody's thick yellow nails scratched on the spotless table. He reminded Harry, "You shouldn't have mentioned that person leaving. Without the so-called backing, you can't be sure what Cornelius Fudge will do. These people only remember to eat and not to be beaten. You have to scare them."

Unfortunately, Fudge is not deaf.

"I have to tell Dumbledore..." He stood up with the help of his crutches: "Let's go, I'll take you back to Hogwarts. It'll be safe there - I still have to go to the Dursleys and Diagon Alley. Don't look at it, there's nothing to see here, they're all dung balls that eat and wait to die."

The two of them left the same way they came, changing locations in the fireplace. Hogwarts didn't have a Floo network, so he had to take Harry to Hogsmeade first.

"Tell me what happened to that strange man before."

“He has a special pair of eyes.”

It's red, and something is spinning inside.

"What else?"

"He's...very sensitive?"

"besides?"

"He wants to kill me. I don't know... He said he would kill me with his own hands. Is it, my parents' enemy? Or the Dark Lord's..."

so troublesome.

Another dangerous one, Moody thought.

Too many things happened today, too many emotions numbed the old Auror's sensitive nerves. He looked calm on the outside, but his heart was as anxious as a humming kettle on the stove, and his mind was full of his lover who looked like a young man. He missed Harry Potter and the girl's attitude towards danger.

It should be said that, so far,

Moody was quite satisfied.

He thought the little girl had finally become strong through this incident.

Chapter 153 The parties involved

Dumbledore was 100% sure of what Cornelius Fudge didn't believe. When Moody brought Harry back to Hogwarts, his premonition became even stronger - he called McGonagall and asked her to go to the Forbidden Forest to see if the centaur tribe was still there.

result…

"They disappeared."

The atmosphere in the office was cold and tense. Three people sat around a long table.

Since returning, Professor McGonagall's face has not been very good: "There is nothing there, the building complex has become an empty lot. I found dense hoof prints, which went away along the path..."

Centaurs, Death Eaters, Azkaban.

Mystery man.

Don't connect these four... You know, there are more centaurs than just the one in the Forbidden Forest. They are all over the wizarding world, living in tribes but very united. If the You-Know-Who managed to win over one of them, it would be like most of the centaurs joining the Dark Lord.

"Otherwise, would they still stay in the Forbidden Forest and wait for Mori Yuesha to eat their children?"

Mag gets angry when this is mentioned. If it weren't for Mori Yuesha, things wouldn't be like this today.

“…He was the one who shot my sister with an arrow first.”

Harry hid his head in his large wizard robe, put on his hood and whispered, "He was rude first..."

"Don't be like this, Minerva." Dumbledore interrupted McGonagall. There was no point in talking about this now. "Let's wait until Moody and the other Aurors come back. I hope they can bring us some useful clues... I can't figure out who William is now..."

When it comes to magic, he has long been at the top of the pyramid. In his eyes, the details that Moody overlooked are full of loopholes.

For example, he knew Bellatrix very well, and he roughly knew how difficult it would be to deal with a half-fairy and a half-giant combination.

But they didn't even have a chance to escape.

William…

An extremely powerful, evil wizard.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore advised Harry: "Don't leave school recently." The matter became more and more difficult, and the situation was gradually out of his control.

The old principal frowned and thought about something. Suddenly, he heard hurried footsteps running past below.

A few seconds later, Snape's panicked face appeared at the door.

Dumbledore: I knew it.

He first glanced at McGonagall and Dumbledore, and finally, his gaze rested on Harry.

"I heard someone got into trouble again." Snape stopped at the door and slowly began to straighten his messy robes and greasy long hair. He pinched his thin nose and walked in slowly.

——It’s like a picture played at double speed suddenly turns into slow motion.

Professor McGonagall hated it when he was like that.

"Severus, someone was running outside the headmaster's room just now. Did you see who it was?"

The slightly drooping face twitched.

"You...may have heard wrongly, Mag." Snape walked forward, ripped off the big hood on the little girl's head, and loosened her wizard robe - but his technique was not very gentle. He bent down and carefully observed her face, forehead, and neck, so as not to miss even the slightest scar.