Stepfather of HP

When he saw that his shoes were not there, he knew that he hadn't come back all night.

Harry just started to boil the soothing potion. It was not a complicated formula, but it required a lot of patience. Harry held the stirring stick very seriously, looking at the pure green in the measuring cup, Harry smiled.

Finally, one night, Harry heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. He ran out barefoot and found his father in the hall. Snape looked like he was fished out of the water again. The lip had been bitten by him, and it was full of blood.

He carried Snape into the master bedroom and poured him two full bottles of soothing potion before Snape calmed down a bit.

Immediately afterwards, he carried Snape into the bathroom, and the magic jacuzzi was filled with water in an instant. Harry kneaded his shoulders, washing Snape's body bit by bit.

There were various small scars on Snape's body, and Harry knew that most of them were made by the scum that Snape called his father. There was a hideous scratch on his shoulder, which could be seen as an animal scratch. Harry scratched the scratch with his fingertips, and finally couldn't help but kissed it lightly.

Snape, who was originally in a coma, reacted violently. He pushed Harry away, "Get out!" Snape pointed at the door and said.

So Harry went away.

Snape submerged himself in the water and let the snow-white foam submerge him. He really wanted to just die like this. The boy he had been raising as his son had a different thought about him!

Is there such a reason in this world to repay kindness with hatred?No matter how many times he is reincarnated, the savior will always be that ungrateful stupid lion! In his previous life, he repaid his protection with hatred, but in this life he has done the worst thing!

Harry single-handedly destroyed his belief that up until then Snape had been convinced that the best thing he could do in the world was to be Harry's father, but Harry broke it all!

Snape stood up naked, without looking at his own body in the mirror, quickly dried himself, changed into black clothes and trousers, and then he went to Harry's room, where Harry was lying on the bed reading a book.

Snape tore the book aside, "Pack your bags."

"what?"

"Don't make me say it a second time, pack your luggage, you are not welcome here anymore." Snape said as he waved his wand, the door of Harry's cloakroom was opened, and clothes were stuffed one by one without priority into a suitcase with unlimited capacity.

"Father!" Harry wanted to grab Snape's hand, but Snape wouldn't give him the chance.

He shoved the luggage and Hyde into Harry's arms, then pulled Harry by the collar with one hand, and led him directly to the fireplace.

Originally, Black's stupid dog was Snape's first choice, but that stupid dog seemed to be chasing Lupine to the werewolf colony, so Snape yelled after throwing down a handful of Floo powder: "The Burrow."

The green flame representing the smooth flow of the Floo rose, and Harry and his luggage were kicked into the flames, and soon disappeared.

After Harry left, Snape sat limply on the floor by the fireplace, feeling his soul being pulled out of his body.

87. Savior

Lying on the air mattress in Ron's room, Harry had already counted three indelible stains on the ceiling, labeling them centipedes, chewing gum, squashed sandwiches based on their shapes.

Ron looked at him worriedly. His best brother, Harry, had been lying in bed for three full days since he was thrown from the fireplace into the Weasleys' house in his pajamas in the middle of the night. He didn't move except to go to the bathroom. Location.

"Harry, you should have something to eat." There were sandwiches and soup in the tray Ron was carrying.

Still Harry didn't move.

"Harry!" Ron jumped to his ear and shouted loudly. Harry's ears hurt, he sat up, pushed Ron away, and stood on the ground, but he didn't intend to do anything else.

"What happened to you?"

Still silent, Harry lay back down again when he saw that Ron was no longer occupying "his" bed. .

Well, Ron announced that his efforts had failed again.

He had to put the tray on the table and walk downstairs, where the Weasleys were looking at him expectantly, and Ron shook his head.

"Oh!" sighed the Weasleys.

After a while they heard the sound of the stairs upstairs, and Harry came down dragging the suitcase, "Sorry to bother you."

"Harry, you know you're always welcome," said Molly.

"Harry, where are you going?" Ron took Harry's hand holding the suitcase.

"I have somewhere to go," said Harry.

"I refuse to let you go!" said Ron firmly. "Don't make me use my wand!" Ron pulled out his wand.

"Harry, if you want to go home, we won't stop you. If you go to other places, we won't allow you." Molly said firmly, she went to find Sneaker the first time Harry came. Snape's answer was to let Harry live in Weasley's house temporarily, and he was willing to pay for Harry's living expenses.

"I'm going home," Harry said.

"I'll take you home," Arthur Weasley said.

"No need, outsiders can't find Snape Manor." Harry shook his head.

"Then I won't let you go until Mr. Snape comes to pick you up in person." Arthur Weasley, a good old man who was usually kind, blocked Harry's way with his arms crossed.

But what Mr. Weasley didn't expect was that in front of him, a student who was going through the summer vacation of the fourth grade and hadn't entered the fifth grade, actually used Apparatus, and after a snap, Harry was in the Disappeared in front of him.

It was a very normal day for the Dursley family at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging. They complained about the super high temperature and the TV programs warning about electricity and water cuts. Their precious son Dudley Once again, the doctors wanted him to lose weight, but they still ignored it.

But this day will not be peaceful for them after all.

A boy appeared at their door wearing the limited-edition sneakers Dudley had been forcing them to buy.

Of course, apart from the pair of sneakers, the boy is also very decent in other places, with well-fitting jeans, a neat light beige pullover, his hair is neatly done, and there is nothing weird about him except for the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. place.

"Dudley! Your classmate is here!" What a decent boy, he must be Dudley's classmate at school.

Dudley walked to the door with a sausage in his mouth, "I don't know this man." He shook his head.

"I'm Harry Potter." Harry introduced himself.

Harry... Potter... the name sent the Dursleys into a state of reminiscence. "You're Lily's child!" Petunia screamed.

"Yes." Harry nodded. He took out his wallet and pulled out a dozen 50-pound banknotes. "I want to rent the smallest room in your house until the end of the summer vacation. This is the rent and food expenses."

"Huh?" Petunia was stunned. Harry didn't wait for their reaction, and walked upstairs with ease, as if he had walked through it hundreds of times. He found the room full of old toys and old clothes. He threw all those things out of the small room, leaving only the small wardrobe and the small bed. Harry closed the door tightly and threw himself on the small bed.

For the first time in three days, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

The Harry in the dream was dreaming in the same bed, and woke up screaming Cedric's name, and Harry also woke up, sat up, it was already dark, but the temperature was still the same high, he pushed Open the window and see a bright moon in the sky, so be it, if father doesn't want him, this should be the place for him to stay, he is already much better than Harry in the dream.

In the park opposite him stood a slender black figure. Harry jumped out of the window, rolled on the lawn, stood up, and walked up to the figure.

"What are you doing here?" Snape frowned at Harry.

"If you don't want me, this should be where I belong, right?"

"As you wish." Since he survived under the "care" of the Dursleys in his last life, he can do it in this life too.

"I love you. I can do whatever you want me to do. Whether you want me to be the savior or take refuge in the Dark Lord, as long as you let me do it, I will do it. It doesn't matter what is right or wrong. What you think is important is for me. It's what matters..."

Snape turned around and grabbed Harry by the collar, "Is that what you think? Those families hurt by the Dark Lord, those tragedies, those people's expectations of you, your parents' hatred, all of it doesn't matter?" How on earth did he raise a child!The Dursleys in the previous life did better than him!

"Those are not as important as you." Harry looked into his eyes and said, "Whether it's me or Harry in the dream, all I want in the end is a warm home and someone who loves me and loves me."

"You let me down Harry, I've never been so disappointed in my life." Snape shook his head, he was not perfect, nor was he the kind of Dumbledore who put ideals and the well-being of the people before his own needs He is the person above him, but the Harry in his eyes should not be the selfish boy in front of him.

Harry should be the boy who bravely fought the Dark Lord and said with James' face that I want to destroy Voldemort, not the one in front of him who put everything on "his" hope.

Is it because he himself is the kind of person who puts love above everything else?So unconsciously raised Harry to be like himself?

But he was wrong!The painful lessons of two lifetimes told him that he was wrong, and that people should persist in something other than love.

For example, when the Dark Lord harmed wizards and ordinary people in the name of blood, he bravely stood up and fought against him. This is what James Potter has, and he will never have it.

And this trait was the only thing he hoped Harry would inherit from James Potter. He was not a good person, but he hoped that he would educate Harry to be responsible for himself and useful to society, but he failed.

He wasn't that kind of person himself, so how could he raise Harry to be that kind of person?

"Severus!" Harry called to him, but Snape walked away without looking back.

Snape was sitting in his own home in a daze. Today was a routine day for brewing the blood potion. Although the blood magic had been broken by Voldemort, the blood potion was still effective for other dark wizards, but Harry now lived in Germany. At Sirley's house, the last time he checked, the defense system based on blood magic was flawless.

A green flame lit up the fireplace, and Dumbledore's head appeared in the fireplace, "I need to talk to you, right now."

Snape waved his wand, allowing Dumbledore to enter, and Dumbledore walked in with a rare anxious expression on his face, holding a copy of the Daily Prophet tightly in his hand.

"What happened?" Snape asked, his sixth sense as a spy made him feel an inexplicable danger.

"See for yourself." Dumbledore handed him the newspaper.

The headline on the front page was - who killed that man!Dumbledore's whopper!

The article comes from the famous Miss Rita, who quotes a close friend of Dumbledore who did not want to be named, "The friend was very nervous when he asked me to meet him. He thought that Dumbledore would be betrayed by him. Kill him, but he decided it was time to tell the secret, I noticed that he was holding the newspaper from when Harry Potter won the Triwizard Tournament, and the writer was myself, which is why he decided to meet My reason."

"This secret friend, who did not want to be named, said that he was not only a friend of Dumbledore, but also a friend of the Potters. Today, 15 years ago, that person personally carried out a secret murder operation, but never again. Did not come back, the target of that operation was the Potters, when their friends got the news that they came to the place where the Potters lived, there were only ruins and a crying baby (later he knew that Lily Potter was sent to hospital), and the baby's head has scars from the death curse."

"And the baby survived, said the close friend of the Potter family, and common sense tells us that if a person's death curse does not achieve its purpose, the backlash of the spell will be fatal, and that person died of the death curse." Under the backlash of that person, the one who killed that person was the baby back then, and now the Triwizard Tournament champion Harry Potter."

"Dumbledore stole the honor that should belong to Harry. I have never dared to say it. After all, no one would believe that a baby killed that person, but when I saw that Harry got the news of the Triwizard Championship , I decided it was time to stand up."

Snape looked at the picture of Harry showing up with his trophy in distress, and the picture of Dumbledore pictured as a schemer, and he crumpled the Daily Prophet tightly.

"Where is Harry now?"

"He's at his aunt's house and now it's safe to see there."

"No matter what happened between you, I hope he returns to Snape Manor immediately."

"He's not coming back," Snape said firmly.

"Is it my hope?"

"That's your hope."

At this moment, the tracking warning spells placed on Harry by Dumbledore and Snape sounded at the same time!

The author has something to say:

No matter what the parents themselves are, they all hope that their children will be excellent in everything moral, intellectual, physical and beautiful, so teaching you education has failed

88. Responsibility of the Savior

This summer is destined to be an extraordinary summer for the Dursleys. They are discussing the mysterious nephew Harry Potter. To be honest, it is not normal for a 15-year-old boy to have so much cash. He just took his portion of the meal during the meal time and left. Although the clothes he wore every time were casual home clothes, they were all expensive.

How could such a child come to live in their house alone?runaway!These four characters became the answer in their minds. He lived with his stepfather, so he had a falling out and ran away from home?

In this way, when his stepfather picks him up, he will give them a generous nursing fee. Under the control of this kind of thinking, they are very polite to Harry, and Dudley is also polite to this cousin. Some.

But Dudley was very dissatisfied with Harry, his cousin who appeared out of nowhere and occupied his favorite game room—even though he hadn't stepped into the game room for ten years and kept piling up debris, Harry occupied it. , that is his favorite game room.

But Harry didn't like to answer him, Harry ignored his several provocations, so on this day when Harry walked to the park alone in the hot evening and sat on the bench in a daze, Dudley gathered A group of brothers took courage and came to trouble him again.

"You were kicked out, right? Stealing money from the family? Is your stepfather treating you well? Are you selling chrysanthemums for money if you dress so well?"

Dudley laughed first, then his "brothers".

Harry looked up at him, he stood up, gave Dudley a quick slap across the face, and then sat back down.

Darcy touched his face, and the brothers pointed at Dudley and laughed after the peace, "You dare to hit me! I order you to move out of my house now! You dead glass!"

Harry stood up again and slapped him quickly again, this time Dudley couldn't take it anymore, he punched Harry in a boxing motion, Harry ignored him and kicked Dudley With weak knees, Dudley lost his balance and nearly fell.

His gang of brothers finally remembered that Dudley was their friend and wanted to lay siege to Harry.

"If you don't want to be beaten, get out!" Harry stood up straight and stared at them. Dudley's friends looked at Harry's tall figure, and recalled that when he beat Dudley before, he was as agile as in a Jackie Chan movie. , Decided that you look at me, I look at you, and left one after another.

Dudley covered his knees and howled on the ground, Harry looked at him coldly, he wanted to smash his fat pig face from the first time he saw Dudley in his dream.

In this summer, Harry suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing, as if someone had turned on the super powerful central air conditioner, and the surrounding air became icy cold.

Harry took out his wand vigilantly, the rotten ugly face, the black ragged robes... Dementors!

Dudley, the weakest of the two, attracted the dementors first, and one of them jumped at Dudley. Harry tried to push Dudley away, but failed, "Guardian Guardian!" Harry tried desperately to recall the joy in his head The scene in front of him was the back of Severus when he turned and left.

The wand didn't move at all. A second Dementor came at him, and Harry called a second time: "Patronus."

Severus' back occupied his mind again, and he could barely concentrate as the dementors began to suck his life force.

Think of merry things!Think quickly!Severus took him by the hand to school!Severus gave him his first goodnight kiss, Severus... "Patronus!" A bright and transparent doe shot out from Harry's wand, running away from the camera that was sucking Harry's life force. The ghost, running to Dudley again, chased off another dementor, and before Harry lost consciousness, he saw the black figure in his memory.

"Father! Severus!" Harry screamed, waking up to find himself lying on the Dursleys' cot, with Dumbledore standing beside him and his father at the window.

"Harry, I think you have to pack your bags, the Dursleys don't want to take you in anymore," said Dumbledore.

"Okay." Harry kept looking at Severus as he answered, thinking silently - LOOKBACK... look back at me, look back at me... he was almost praying.

"I think your godfather has moved back in, and you'd be very welcome to live with him."

Still looking at Severus, Harry thought to himself looking back at me, looking back at me...

His green eyes were full of longing and anticipation. After Snape kept refusing to look back, Harry lowered his head in disappointment, "I listen to you. Wherever you take me, I will go."

While they were talking, a bellowing letter from the Ministry of Magic arrived, claiming that Harry had violated the ban on underage wizards not being able to use magic at headmasters, and that he was to come to the Ministry on Monday morning to explain.

Later, when Harry dreamed of the slightly more vehement Howling letter, he thought he had been treated well.

The Dursleys happily sent away Harry, who didn't look weird but was actually weird, and Dumbledore and Snape, who were even weirder. Mr. Dursley found that the window couldn't be closed when cleaning the small room. He took a closer look and found that the window sill had been pressed with great force into several deep pits, and in the end he had to replace the entire window.

Harry was standing in front of the building at No. 12 Grimmauld Place. He didn't expect that Black's old house would be revived, and it even became the meeting place of the Order of the Phoenix.

"The Loyalty Charm has been cast here, and the keeper of the secret is myself. Even if Regulus Black wants to go home, he won't be able to return here." Dumbledore relieved Harry of his doubts.

Harry had given up on searching for his father when he walked into this familiar yet strange old dark wizarding house, and Severus' refusal to look at him almost killed him, almost...

Whether it is difficult to continue his studies, being hunted down maliciously, or even a wizard trial, all of these are not as important as a look from Severus, but he has been so disgusted that he can't even get a plain look .

Just when he felt sorry for himself, Ron rushed over, he didn't come to hug Harry this time, he punched Harry directly, "Do you know that you scared me and my family to death? How old are you! Do you know that if it wasn't for the fact that the twins practiced Apparating at home all the time, and my dad turned off the magic circle that prohibits Apparating, you might die! "

"I'm sorry." He didn't know why he knew how to Apparate at that time, why he knew that the Weasleys didn't activate the magic circle that prohibited Apparating, he only knew that he wanted to leave there urgently.

"Harry!" The other one who rushed over was Hermione, and she hugged Harry tightly, "I heard about you. I was scared to death. Dementors appeared in the Muggle community."

"I heard you killed two dementors?" George said.

"Well done Harry!" said Fred.

And Ginny looked at him from afar, and when she noticed Harry's eyes moved over, Ginny blushed and walked away.

Harry had never seen a carefree Ginny like this, "Leave her alone, she has been like this since Rita wrote in the newspaper that you are the savior." Ron said, "Come on, talk to us about you How the day goes."

The meeting of the Order of the Phoenix was still full of low-pitched disputes, "If you don't want to take Harry in, you can write to me and let him live in a Muggle home. It's too risky!" Sirius Black He was very dissatisfied with Snape's behavior, if Remus hadn't kept pulling him, he might have rushed over to ask Snape what was going on.

"What I want to point out is that the so-called Muggle house is Harry's aunt's house, where he has the protection of blood magic." Snape refused to lift his eyelids, and Harry's hurt eyes almost occupied his thoughts , and the doe Patronus exactly like his Patronus.

"Okay, Harry will live here in the future, and this is the end of the discussion about his previous affairs." Dumbledore stopped this discussion that was destined to be fruitless.

Sirius sat down angrily. He didn't think it was Harry's fault that Snape suddenly couldn't tolerate Harry as a stepson. He thought it was Snape, the old bat, who had a seizure, and Remus and his Opinions differed, and whenever Sirius complained to him about it, Remus always looked at him thoughtfully the way he would look at a foolish kid who had been abducted by a popsicle.

"What we are discussing this time is whether to disclose the identity of Harry's savior." As soon as Dumbledore said that, everyone fell silent.

"It's too risky," Sirius said.

Severus pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"Now that everyone is discussing Rita's report, I would like to say that there are many people who believe Rita's story, especially the officials from the Ministry of Magic. They are going to die of joy," Kingsley said.

"Hmph, it's been a day or two since they've been looking forward to the headmaster's failure." Moody said.

"I think it's time to make it public. The magic world needs a new leader. Harry's performance in the Triwizard Tournament proved that he has this potential." Tonks said, it should be said that those in the Order of the Phoenix who knew Harry's details, They have been looking forward to Harry from the very beginning, and Harry has always been the savior in their hearts.

"Didn't you think that he is still a child? The pressure at such a young age will crush him!" Molly said.

Severus remained silent.

"I'll take Harry to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow, and then I'll arrange an interview. I think it's time to make our voice heard," Dumbledore said.

"The interview is not as good as the press conference. It has been convened in the name of the principal and me. There are many reporters involved. At least no one will dare to write too much." Harry pushed the door of the conference room and said calmly. Fleurs, you wanted me to be the savior, and now I am.

89. The Mind of the Ministry of Magic

This is the second time Harry has stepped into the Ministry of Magic, but the person accompanying him has become Dumbledore. Dumbledore patted Harry who was standing in a daze at the door, and Harry smiled dryly at Dumbledore. .

Perhaps because the person who accompanied him was Dumbledore instead of Snape, Harry saw more kind and curious eyes. It was just an ordinary underage wizard using magic outside the school. Theirs was Minister for Magic Fudge himself.

Fudge has a bureaucratic face, often with the same smirk that Muggle politicians wear, and in terms of politicians at least, the wizarding world is no different from the Muggle world.

He first shook hands with Dumbledore very politely, "Long time no see, my old friend."

"Yeah, long time no see, how are Rose and the children?" Dumbledore greeted him.

"They're fine. Rose had a cold a while ago, but he's fine. This is our youngest Triwizard Tournament champion?" Fudge extended his hand to Harry enthusiastically, and Harry reached out to shake his hand. "It really is a fearsome future generation."

"Hello, Mr. Minister." Harry showed a friendly but faintly distant attitude towards strangers.

"How is your father? Is he still working on potions?"

"Yes, he is researching potions." Harry nodded. This kind of politician's clichés are almost the same. People who don't know will think how much they care about you or how much they know about you. In fact, most of them are written by assistants before the meeting. On the memo, "I want to explain something about using magic outside of school."

"Oh, that was just a misunderstanding. A few Boggarts ran into the Muggle community." Fudge waved his hand and said, "It's really rare to be able to use such high-level magic as the Guardian Guardian at your age."

Harry could bet all the Galleons in his coffers that the boggarts he met in the Muggle community weren't fakes, but—he glanced at Dumbledore, who shook his head slightly , "It turned out to be a Boggart..."

"It's just a misunderstanding. The dementors are completely under the control of the Ministry of Magic." Fudge said confidently. "May I have a private talk with our little champion?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, "Of course." He backed out, but secretly worried.

"I didn't expect you to trust the principal so much in such an encounter." Fudge said.

"What happened?" Harry smiled, was it the real thing?

"Deprived of honor."

"I was a baby and whoever defeated Voldemort, I just knew it wouldn't be me."

Fudge smiled mischievously, and when he heard Voldemort's name, Harry noticed that his whole body froze, but quickly covered it up, "Anyway, the door of my office will always be open to you, and you deserve your honor , get the corresponding status.”

"Fine." Harry nodded.

"But the so-called lie about that person coming back, no matter who taught you, you should stop telling it. That person is dead and will not come back."

"I'm not telling lies, and no one taught me."

After hearing his words, Fudge's face became serious, "You know I can drive you out of Hogwarts and the wizarding world, right?"

"Didn't you say that I used magic outside of school because I was frightened by a Boggart?" Harry asked him back.

"Hahaha... I was just joking, but that person has been officially declared dead. It can be said that he can't die anymore. In order to stabilize people's hearts, you'd better take back your foreword. This is also for Principal Dumbledore. Well, he's got enough to worry about."

"The number one thing the Headmaster told me was not to lie." No one had actually told him, but that's what Harry meant to say.

"You're young...too young...too easily deceived, think it over, go back and have a butterbeer, eat some chocolate, think it over, you're a young man with a bright future ahead of you, You shouldn't be walking with a dying hero like Dumbledore." Fudge's words were frank and frightening for a politician.

"I will think about my own affairs. If there is nothing else, I will leave. I still have a press conference to catch up." Harry said.

On the way to the press conference, Harry kept seeing people taking off their hats to him or Dumbledore. Far more people looked at Dumbledore with respect than with suspicion. The Prophet once There are wizards who duel over whether Dumbledore is a hypocrite for fame.

Harry suddenly understood Fudge's eagerness to overthrow Dumbledore and win him over to the Ministry of Magic. For a politician like him, as the highest official of the Ministry of Magic, there is someone far more prestigious among the people than him. Dumbledore, it's like sitting on pins and needles.

Harry looked up at Dumbledore, still unfazed.

There were a lot of reporters at the press conference. The most famous newspaper in the British wizarding world, the "Daily Prophet", even sent at least ten reporters. Now, everyone wants to know what Dumbledore and the suspected savior, the Triwizard Tournament champion Harry Potter, have to say.

Although Dumbledore had never held a press conference, he obviously knew how to deal with such a situation. He rejected all the reporters who wanted to interview him outside the venue, put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and walked into the press conference.

The first words he said triggered a burst of flashing lights, "As for the newspaper claim that the man who killed Voldemort was Harry Potter, I hereby formally declare that it is true."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the reporters burst into exclamations. Although they had been informed in advance, the personal testimony of the person concerned changed everything. Everyone wanted to raise their hands to ask questions. Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued. explain.

"At that time, the remnants of Death Eaters were still active. Under the repeated pleas of Harry's guardian, I agreed to conceal this matter from the outside world. As for the outside world's speculation that I killed Voldemort, I can only say that I wanted to protect Harry, without denying it."

The voices of reporters wanting to ask questions grew louder.

"That's all I want to say, and I won't express any other views on this matter." Dumbledore sat down after speaking, as if he didn't want to speak again.

Rita handed the microphone to Harry before everyone else, "Don't you have anything to say about this, Mr. Potter?"

Harry stood up, "No matter what the legend is, you have seen me too. I am 15 years old, and I was one year old when Voldemort died. I only know one because of an ancient blood magic, which my father James Potter used. His life protected me." Harry pushed back the hair covering the scar, "This is the imprint left by the Death Curse, no matter who killed Voldemort, it was not me anyway. I am very grateful to the headmaster for what he has done for me all these years sacrifices and reputational risks.”

"I have finished what I have to say. I still have to continue my studies. At present, I am more worried about the OWL exam."

"I'm Xenophilius Lovegood, the editor-in-chief of the Quibbler. What I want to ask is that you said that that person is still alive in the Triwizard Tournament. Is it true?"

"I think what I said was that Voldemort is back, and I swear on my parents' behalf that every word I said is true." Harry raised his wand. Swearing in the wizarding world is extremely formal. The punishment for making an oath is also extremely serious, so Harry made the oath formally, making these people's expressions solemn.

"I have finished what the principal and I have to say, thank you all." Harry bowed to everyone, and then left the venue with Dumbledore. Dumbledore's accompanying apparition made everyone lose Block opportunities for them to ask more questions.

When Harry returned to No. 12, Grimmauld Place, what he received were flowers delivered by Hermione herself, crackers opened by the twins and applause from everyone led by Ron.

"The press conference went really well," said Hermione.

"I want to say that the Muggle way has advantages." Ron continued, at least in terms of media public relations, the wizarding world is much worse than the Muggle world, at least no one has ever thought of holding a press conference to get everyone all please.

Of course, this is also related to the sparse population of the wizarding world.

"Don't be too optimistic, the Ministry of Magic has always been good at whitewashing the peace." Sirius Black said.

Even Arthur Weasley, the most loyal to the Ministry of Magic, did not object to this.