Kingsley looked up at the gap where the light was faintly flickering.

Then he looked at the arm that fell to the ground.

It’s still a little hard to react.

Mysterious man.

The invincible Dark Lord.

A dark wizard as powerful as Dumbledore actually escaped like this? And one of his arms was cut off.

"Mr. Potter?" Kingsley took a deep breath and hesitantly called out the name of the boy in front of him.

Harry used a vanishing spell to kill the last bloody corpse and looked back: "What happened?"

"The mysterious man has resurrected?" he asked nervously.

Harry nodded, "You saw it with your own eyes."

"Then he ran away, and you cut off one of his hands." Kingsley took a deep breath, his tone strange.

Harry nodded again: "If you are sure that your eyes can still be used, you shouldn't have such doubts."

"No, I just..." Kingsley gestured, his heart surging, but the empty grammar in his mind prevented him from uttering many valid words.

That's a mysterious man.

How could he be so...

"Of course, you are right to think so." Harry put away the snake bone sword. "That is Voldemort after all. Even though he has just been resurrected, he has obviously not recovered to his most perfect magical level. Moreover, the resurrected soul is still very young. It has just graduated and has to rely on seducing old women to achieve his goals."

"He has low level and experience now. The only thing that can be praised is that he may have a smart brain."

"But from the fight just now..."

Harry paused slightly, shook his head, sighed, and was a little disappointed: "He is not as smart as Dumbledore praised. He feels very average."

Kingsley nodded. He waved his wand and summoned his Patronus, a strong, graceful lynx, which trotted out of the vault and ran outside.

Harry examined the vault carefully.

Hufflepuff's golden cup was still there, and the blood inside and around it had all dried up strangely. Fresh blood would not coagulate so quickly. The golden cup was dull and looked as tired as Ron, who had been toyed with by Crookshanks. Only the last faint magical aura was struggling, so that it might still retain some of its original magical effects.

Galleons, gems, and utensils were scattered all over the ground.

Most of them were melted by the fierce fire and surged on the ground like half-drooped lava.

There were no traps or Death Eaters left.

Kingsley hesitated again and again: "Mr. Potter, the things you just said..."

"Which ones?" Harry asked back.

Kingsley whispered, "It's just that You-Know-Who broke into the women's bathroom and seduced old women or something."

He didn't dare say these things too loudly or ostentatiously.

Harry nodded: "Of course, these things have been confirmed by Mr. Dumbledore and I, and they are all facts."

"And just now, Tom didn't refute it, did he?"

"The fact that he wants to shut me up just proves that I've hit a sore spot for him."

Kingsley had a complicated expression and raised his hand to rub his face.

This is truly amazing and surprising.

"It seems I should ask Ms. Skeeter to publish more of these news in the magazine." Harry walked slowly to the Hufflepuff gold cup with a blank expression. "Since Tom wants to be a well-known villain so much, I should satisfy him."

"I don't think Rita has the courage." An old voice said with a hint of ridicule, "Tom is not a generous person."

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry didn't look up. He recognized the owner of the voice and smelled the familiar scent on him. "You came as fast as Scotland Yard. The murderer was still at large when you came here."

"Sirius has tried very hard." Dumbledore shook his head, "But it will take time for the motorcycle to arrive."

"I thought you could tell, I just don't feel comfortable with Sirius coming over." Harry sneered.

Dumbledore nodded. "Of course I know that, but the entire area around the Leaky Cauldron is locked in place. Even for me, it's difficult to Apparate here."

Harry raised his eyelids and looked at Dumbledore in disbelief: "When we landed, there was no magical fluctuation near the bar."

Dumbledore spread his hands innocently: "But when I wanted to use Apparition, there was really no way for me to come here."

Harry didn't think there would be anything wrong with his senses.

I don't think Dumbledore would lie. He has always been serious in dealing with matters related to Voldemort.

but why?

Why is there such a change?

"Harry, we can study this problem later. Tell me, what happened here?" Dumbledore said gently.

Harry shook his head, threw away his thoughts, and answered: "Nothing, Tom was successfully resurrected and fought with me, but he was a little weak and the information was not exchanged. He didn't understand my fighting style, and I left him with an arm."

"I didn't kill him. I let him get away."

Kingsley couldn't help but look over there.

"Didn't kill him" does not mean "couldn't kill him".

"Oh?" Dumbledore pushed up his glasses.

"This Voldemort is easy to deal with. I feel like he doesn't have much brains or strength." Harry shook his head and continued to speak of his thoughts. "Try to find the other Horcruxes, destroy them all, and then get rid of him."

"and……"

"I don't see Lucius Malfoy, nor Barty Crouch Jr. Bellatrix is ​​the only servant of Voldemort who is in a high position."

Dumbledore sighed, "Do you suspect Malfoy and Crouch are planning something else?"

Harry nodded. "Perhaps they are trying several preparations for resurrection. Hufflepuff's gold cup is one of them. There is also Ravenclaw's diadem and Slytherin's pendant that we didn't notice."

"What a tough opponent." Dumbledore sighed and waved his wand. The Hufflepuff gold cup flew up and hovered in front of him. "A treasure that is more than a thousand years old has now become like this."

"Poor Hufflepuff."

Harry waved his wand, and his robes transformed into a wooden box, which contained the golden cup. "Take it back and show it to Mr. Gryffindor. Perhaps he will have a way to repair it."

"The most important thing for us now is to meet the new Minister of Magic, Mr. Shinnix."

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and said, "I don't have a deep impression of Pierce, but he is undoubtedly an excellent Ravenclaw. I think he will at least be more qualified than Fudge."

"I really hope so," Harry intoned emotionlessly.

They walked out of the damaged vault door, got on the goblin's mine cart, and rushed to the exit at high speed.

They just stopped.

"Potter, Shacklebolt, oh, and Mr. Dumbledore, when did you go in?" A male voice that sounded a little weak sounded.