Chapter 512 Dumbledore's long-cherished wish

Because Sirius and Harry made too much noise at the door, Lupin and Tonks on the sofa were naturally awakened and joined the celebration of Harry's return.

Looking at Harry and others hugging each other, crying and laughing, Dumbledore always had a relieved smile on his face. Perhaps because of his age, he always likes to see such a happy reunion.

On the other hand, Mike was different. He just glanced at them lightly and stood aside to watch.

For him now, how to deal with Dumbledore's next questioning is the most important thing, because Dumbledore seems to be ill-intentioned.

Thinking of this, Mike looked at another corner.

There, Snape was holding his wand and staring at Mike, as if ready to attack at any time.

Seeing this, Mike's eyes became dangerous, but at this moment, a person rushed over from the side and hugged him tightly in his arms.

"I'm sorry! Mike! I lost my temper with you, please forgive me!" Sirius choked and said, "I was just... just too anxious, I should have believed you, thank you!"

"Okay, I know. And can you let me go, I'm almost strangled to death by you!"

Mike raised his hands and held his breath. The smell on Sirius was really terrible.

"Oh! Oh! Sorry!"

"Much better now."

Sirius stood aside and rubbed his hands awkwardly. He also knew that he smelled bad now.

His appearance was quite funny, and Dumbledore and Lupin all laughed.

After laughing, the expression on Dumbledore's face finally became serious. He looked at Harry and said:

"Harry, what is going on? Who kidnapped you?"

When this was said, not only Sirius, but also Lupin and Tonks on the side pricked up their ears.

You know, the couple had been looking for Harry outside for a whole day and night, and almost used all kinds of methods but still couldn't find Harry.

However, Harry's face showed an embarrassment when he heard this. He looked at Mike with a look of help, and stammered:

"I... Actually, I don't know very well. Why don't you ask Mike?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Mike again. Helplessly, Mike could only roughly tell the story of the incident.

Of course, Mike did not say that Voldemort's soul in Harry's body had disappeared. In his opinion, there was no need to tell this matter. People who needed to know, such as Dumbledore, should have seen it the moment they saw Harry. After

listening to Mike's story, the office fell into silence. Except for Snape who was still staring at Mike and Harry who was confused, everyone else looked thoughtful.

Obviously, like Mike, they were also puzzled by this matter, but at the same time they also noticed the weirdness in it.

After a long time, Harry, who was a little impatient, couldn't help but yawn.

Dumbledore, who was deep in thought, was awakened by the yawn. He looked up at Harry, who was already sleepy, and then he touched his beard and said a little embarrassedly:

"Sorry Harry, I was distracted by mistake. It's getting late now, why don't you go back and rest first?"

Hearing this, Lupin and others were also awakened. With their agreement, Harry, who was originally a little embarrassed, could only walk out of the office with his head turned back every three steps.

His godfather, Sirius, wanted to stay with Harry very much.

What happened in the past two days scared him, and he could hardly imagine his life without Harry.

But his request was cruelly rejected by Dumbledore.

At Dumbledore's insistence, Lupin, Sirius and others were all invited out of the office in a friendly manner. Seeing this, Mike also planned to leave here among them, but just when he had reached the door, Dumbledore's kind voice rang again.

"Mike, I'm sorry, but could you please stay here for a while? An old man like me has something else I want to talk to you about."

Dumbledore said very politely, but Mike did not feel the slightest bit of friendliness, because Snape, who had been standing in the corner, had now moved to the door, and the meaning was very clear.

Glancing coldly at the wand in Snape's hand, Mike said expressionlessly:

"Okay."

"That's great, please sit down, Mike." Dumbledore sat behind the eagle-leg table first, then took out a large pile of candies from the drawer and said, "Our conversation may be a bit long. I noticed that you didn't eat much at the banquet just now, so if you are hungry, you can take some candies to fill your stomach first. Of course, eating sweets at night is not good, but... who would care if you are really hungry? But I don't recommend you to eat a pile of cockroaches. There is coffee in that thing. If you eat too much, you will not be able to sleep at night."

Dumbledore talked incessantly. He seemed very excited that Mike was willing to sit down and talk to him. However, Mike was extremely indifferent and turned a blind eye to the mountains of candies on the table.

"Let's get down to business, Headmaster. It's getting late."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore paused for a moment, then his expression became serious and he asked:

"Well, Mike. Do you know what happened on Christmas Eve?"

"If you mean how I spent Christmas Eve, of course," Mike said, "Franklin and I went to the United States for a trip, and spent a wonderful Christmas with Abbott there."

"Abbott? Do you mean Abbott Free? Oh, I still remember him, a handsome young man. Is he in the United States now? Well, that's right. It's not bad to go to the United States under the current circumstances, but..."

Seeing that Dumbledore was about to go off topic again, Snape, who was standing behind Mike, couldn't stand it anymore, and covered his mouth and coughed deliberately a few times.

"Sorry, I've gone off topic. I'm very sorry." Dumbledore said, "Then let's get back to business. Mike, I received news on Christmas Eve that Voldemort was preparing to raid Hogwarts through a vanishing cabinet in the Room of Requirement on Christmas Eve. But he didn't come later, which was very strange, because at that time we did find a lot of werewolves and dementors ambushing in the Forbidden Forest, and they also admitted that it was Voldemort who ordered them to hide here and be ready to attack Hogwarts at any time. Can you tell me why Voldemort didn't come that night?"

Dumbledore stared at Mike's eyes, as if he wanted to see something from the changes in Mike's expression.

But unfortunately, Mike had already activated the brain block, which made him look calm and flawless.

"I'm sorry, I don't know."

"Really? I know." Dumbledore asked again, "Then do you know why Voldemort attacked the Ministry of Magic yesterday?"

This time Mike did not answer immediately. He really didn't know about this.

But under the disguise of the brain block, he still performed perfectly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know."

"Okay," Dumbledore nodded disappointedly, "It's getting late, why don't you go back and rest first. Oh, by the way. Don't you really need to take some candy back?"

"No, Principal Dumbledore, good night."

"Good night, Mike."

Watching Mike slowly disappear at the door and close the door, Dumbledore sighed deeply.

It was obvious that his heart was not as indifferent as he showed at the moment.

Snape, who had remained silent, became even more irritable. As soon as Mike left, he walked to Dumbledore, slammed his hands on the desk and roared:

"He lied! He must know something! He doesn't even want to pretend now!"

Facing Snape's roar, Dumbledore was not angry, but showed a look of pity and said slowly:

"Does it hurt again?"

Hearing this, Snape was stunned at first, and then put his right hand behind his back, saying with an unhappy face:

"No!"

Dumbledore lowered his eyes and looked a little guilty.

He knew very well that since Christmas Eve, the dark mark on Snape's arm had been tormenting Snape every moment. This was Voldemort's punishment. In Voldemort's eyes, Snape had undoubtedly been abandoned, and the most hateful one.

This was also the reason why Snape had not received any news from Voldemort after so long.

Pursing his lips, Dumbledore asked tentatively:

"Severus, maybe you should take a vacation and rest for a while."

"No! Absolutely not!" Snape's nerves, which had just relaxed a little, tensed up again. He roared, "Harry has just been kidnapped, and you are asking me to rest now? Then who can stay by his side and protect him after I rest? Is it you? With your half-crippled arm?"

Dumbledore did not speak, but just looked out the window silently.

Snape obviously noticed that his words were a bit heavy, and his tone suddenly softened and said:

"Anyway, I will not rest. In addition, I suggest that you send someone to arrest McTownley immediately! He is a very dangerous person! Relying on the Los Santos Group, he has developed too many people. Maybe one day your worries will come true!"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, still without speaking.

Today's weather is quite good, which makes the moonlight tonight particularly bright, shining on people has a wonderful artistic conception.

And now Dumbledore has been immersed in this state of mind.

He also noticed that the soul in Harry disappeared.

He even suspected that this kidnapping case was planned by Mike from the beginning to the end, in order to quietly remove Voldemort's soul in Harry.

After all, if the person who kidnapped Harry was Voldemort, then Harry would definitely not have the possibility of survival.

And this is why Dumbledore didn't want to do anything to Mike.

In his opinion, Mike still has love in his heart, and that's enough.

He only cares about the entire wizarding world. After experiencing the ravages of the Dark Lord twice, he has an instinctive aversion to war.

Can't Dumbledore see the various problems that exist in the wizarding society now?

Of course he can see it, but he prefers to use a gentle and subtle way to change the world.

So he didn't really care about what Mike did. Even if Mike became the Minister of Magic and began to lean towards non-pure-blood wizards in policy, he wouldn't care. After all, what Mike did was what he expected - to make the world a better place.

But this doesn't mean that Dumbledore will absolutely trust Mike, because in his opinion, Mike is developing too fast.

In the face of such great power and strength, it is difficult for a young man like Mike to control his desires.

'Don't let me down, Mike.'

Looking at the bright starry sky outside the window, Dumbledore sighed silently.

...

"Dear Mr. Townley! Is there anything we can help you with?"

In the kitchen of Hogwarts, an old house elf was bending over and said to Mike with joy.

Behind him stood a large number of house elves, who were extremely respectful and looked at Mike with admiration. This was the result of Mike helping them during the Clark incident.

"Um, just order whatever you want." Mike seemed to remember something and continued, "Just a little bit is enough. I can't eat too much by myself. Don't waste it."

"Okay! Respected Mr. Townley!"

The leading house elf nodded excitedly, and then shouted and directed the other house elves to take action.

For a moment, the originally silent kitchen became brightly lit again.

At this time, Mike sat in his old seat, tossing the Masonic gold coin in his hand with a serious face.

After a while, the color of the gold coin suddenly began to turn red. Seeing this, Mike quickly grabbed the gold coin and pressed it hard.

"Penelope, is there any news?"

"Yes, Mike, we have found out everything." Penelo's voice came out clearly from the gold coin, "Voldemort did attack the Ministry of Magic yesterday, and he went alone. When we sent people to look for Harry, all the Aurors and strikers were transferred to support the Ministry of Magic, so they had no time to take care of us."

"He went to attack the Ministry of Magic alone? Why?"

"I'm sorry, the reason is unknown."

Mike nodded and continued to ask:

"So, what are the casualties of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Very serious! Almost the entire Auror team was crippled, and the casualties of the striker team were also very heavy. Even the Minister of Magic Scrimgeour himself was seriously injured and is being rescued in St. Mungo's. Now the entire Ministry of Magic is basically paralyzed. Kingsley Shacklebolt, who replaced Scrimgeour as acting minister, is trying to restore order, but the effect is minimal. Not many people are willing to listen to him."

At this point Penelope suddenly paused, and then said in a trembling voice:

"But their results are also very fruitful!"