The Wizarding Journey of Hogwarts

Chapter 699 Tired
At night, the cool night wind dispelled the heat of summer, but it couldn't dispel the restlessness in Harry's heart.

The street lamp above the head made a 'beep' sound of poor contact, and the flickering lights made people feel quite uncomfortable.

Kicking away the stones in the middle of the road, Harry reluctantly walked towards the 'home' with the soy sauce bottle in his hand.

He really wanted to watch the previous speed race.It's not that he likes flying cars so much. In fact, he still prefers his Firebolt to flying cars.

Mainly, he could use the opportunity of watching the game to leave the Dursleys' house far away.That's what he really wanted.

Unfortunately, this time, Ron's father only got tickets for four people.

(Ron's five older brothers have all graduated, so the Ministry of Magic doesn't count them as employee benefits.)
Harry was embarrassed to take the place of Ron's family, so he ran to watch the game with the cheek.

It's not that Harry didn't think about buying tickets by himself, but unfortunately, minors must be purchased by their parents, and his birthday was a few days away when the tickets were sold.

'oh, shit! '

As for asking my uncle and aunt for help?

Ha ha!

He has no fever again.

And most importantly, he didn't have that many Galleons either.

Before graduating from Hogwarts, he could not freely dispose of the property left to him by his parents.He doesn't have to worry about spending money on things like daily snacks, but the price of the speeding race tickets is not comparable to those snacks.

"Hey~! Why isn't school starting yet!"

Sighing, Harry plodded, barely picking up speed.He couldn't go back too late, or the Dursleys would have reason to sneer at him again.

Although it's not much better when there is no reason...

"Hehe, I am very pleased to hear that the students love learning so much."

Suddenly, a voice that Harry thought about day and night came from the dark alley beside him.Accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps, a familiar figure appeared in front of Harry after a long absence.

"Professor Dumbledore! You, why are you here? Are you planning to return to Hogwarts to be the headmaster again?"

Harry asked with surprise and anticipation in his eyes.

God knows how he survived the previous school year.If it weren't for the fact that the Dursleys were 'upbeat', coupled with the company of Ron and Neville, he might even want to drop out of school.

This is really in line with the phrase 'two powers harm each other whichever is lesser', it's worse than bad!
"Unfortunately, no, I came here specially to find you today. Come here, kid, and I'll take you to a place."

Dumbledore said kindly.

However, the content of his words quickly dimmed the light in Harry's eyes.

"But Professor, I have to send the soy sauce back."

Saying that, Harry raised the soy sauce bottle in his hand.

That's right, he came out to make soy sauce.

"Hehe, don't worry, child. Before coming to look for you, I have already greeted your uncle and aunt and obtained their consent."

Walking slowly in front of Harry, Dumbledore put a hand on Harry's shoulder without giving Harry another chance to speak.

The space was slightly distorted, and the two disappeared into the night, while the street lamp above the head, which had been turned off at unknown time, also lit up again.

……

……

"Ouch~!"

Bending over and retching, Harry gripped Dumbledore's robe tightly with one hand, and barely managed to keep from falling.

Speaking of which, this is the first time he has accompanied the phantom.Although I have used the Portkey twice before, the feeling of accompanying the phantom is completely different.If there is any similarity between the two, it is that you don't want to experience it a second time.

"Here you are, Dumbledore. And Harry, long time no see."

It was another familiar voice, and Harry suddenly realized that he seemed to know a lot of people?

Taking a deep breath, Harry managed to straighten up.

"Long time no see, Mr. Arthur, I'm so glad to see you. By the way, where is this place? Are you at a party?"

Harry looked around suspiciously.He found that besides Ron's father Arthur, there were several other people here.

Among them were Professor McGonagall, whom he was familiar with, Professor Moody and Professor Lupine, who had previously served as professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the last middle-aged male wizard he didn't know.

Speaking of this group of people gathering, why did you bring him here?He didn't think he would have anything in common with these adults.

"Don't worry, boy, you'll find out soon. First, let me introduce you. I think you should know all these people, and this one is Kingsley Shacklebolt. Aurors of the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore introduced.

"Auror!?"

Harry looked at Shacklebolt in surprise.

Unexpectedly, this ordinary-looking wizard with a bit of earth would turn out to be a famous Auror!
Harry had always wanted to be an Auror.In his cognition, Auror is the most powerful wizard, even more powerful than the professors at Hogwarts.

Except, of course, Professor Dumbledore.

'Boom~! '

The sound of the stick hitting the ground was heard, followed by Moody's hoarse voice echoing in the room.

"Albus, are you really old and confused? Or, the curse has invaded your brain and confused your thinking?
Harry was just a student, and even among all the students at Hogwarts, he was far from being the best.

Now, you actually want to entrust him with such an important task?

With all due respect, you might as well hand it over to that brat of the Menethil family! "

As an Auror who had dealt with dark wizards all his life, Moody didn't really believe in prophecies.

In contrast, he trusts his intuition and judgment more.

If the current Aurors are as vigilant as he is, instead of treating his behavior as crazy, the former Barty Crouch Jr. would not be able to pretend to be him at all, or even sneak into Hogg Watts went unnoticed for so long.

"Of course, Mister Menethil is a very good wizard, beyond imagination.

But there are some things that cannot be achieved by strength alone.

Believe me, Alastor, only Harry can truly defeat Voldemort. "

Dumbledore said slowly.

Although the few people present here are all his most trusted friends, there are some things that he still doesn't want to tell others.

Because he has witnessed many prophecies made by Gellert, Dumbledore has always believed in the power of prophecy.He firmly believed that under his arrangement, as long as Harry grew up smoothly, he would be able to kill Voldemort completely.

Therefore, he had to prevent any possibility of accidents, especially after he could no longer keep an eye on Harry.

As for Bell, in Dumbledore's heart, it was actually an insurance policy.

In case, Harry finally lost to Voldemort, then with the existence of Bell, there must be someone who can contain Voldemort.

And as long as there is enough time to grow, Voldemort will definitely not be Bell's opponent.

As for whether Bell will become the third Dark Lord, to be honest, he does have such concerns.

But there is no way, the reality is that he has no time and is too tired.

Presumably, Gellert must have been very tired...

(End of this chapter)