Chapter 77 The Basilisk Attacks (Please read~)

Scrimgeour climbed up with difficulty and gasped: "Cornelly, Dumbledore should stay..."

He couldn't finish his sentence.

Fudge shook his head and interrupted abruptly: "Rufus, I am the minister."

Scrimgeour rolled his eyes and walked aside to sit down.

"Albus." Fudge's attitude became weak. He didn't dare to look at the scene on the long Slytherin table and moved to a direction where he couldn't see it. "I think you may have to come with me."

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Dumbledore looked serious: "Now that Hogwarts has happened..."

"If it were just me, I would be happy for you to stay." Fudge interrupted, "But this is not just my decision."

He waved his wand.

A roll of parchment flew out of his pocket and was spread out in front of Dumbledore: "This is also the decision of the school board."

Dumbledore was stunned.

"You should stay." Harry glanced at the messy Slytherin table, "Tom is very arrogant, but he just bullies you and has no time."

Dumbledore waved his wand, said nothing, and turned to leave.

"Mr. Potter, you don't have to worry." Scrimgeour said, trying to comfort the second-year wizard, "I'm here to protect you..."

"You know, you don't know what a person with feces in his head looks like until you see it with your own eyes." Harry shrugged.

Scrimgeour couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

"Remember." A warm feeling arose in Scrimgeour's lower abdomen, and his whole body became warm. The remaining pain caused by the Cruciatus Curse also dissipated. "Is it really a basilisk?"

"I am here..."

If a move is used a second time, it will be ineffective against wizards.

Before he finished speaking, Harry handed over a bottle of potion.

"And it's up to you here?" Snape interrupted with a sneer. "When Potter was dealing with those things, he also had to protect you, the loser. When Dumbledore came back, he saw two people in the auditorium.

A corpse?"

Scrimgeour sneered and threw his head aside.

"Yes, I know very well." Dumbledore nodded.

"Tom's target is me. Maybe he will find some way to break into the lounge." Harry sat down. If so, if he returned to the lounge, he would implicate other young wizards.

"There are also many wizards in the Wizengamot who agree."

"The Ministry of Magic will protect you." Fudge interrupted him and quickly made a promise.

But these words are as unreliable as the promises made by the partner in love.

"The professor has arranged some kind of magic spell, maybe it's aimed at it."

In the empty hall, only Harry and Scrimgeour were left.

What does it mean to be protected by Harry? After all, he is also the director of the Auror Office, the most elite Auror.

Scrimgeour took it dryly, hesitated, and drank the potion.

Wait a moment...

He picked up his wand, as if he wanted to drive Snape away.

Didn't he speak to comfort Harry?

Why is he now the one comforting himself?

He and Dumbledore were not even lovers, and there was no reason to believe this.

"Wait a minute, if the basilisk or Tom appears, be careful." Harry continued, "What kind of creature is the basilisk? Do you remember?"

Harry sneered and shook his head: "Professor, I'm afraid I have to apologize to you."

Fudge's face became frightened again, and he nervously tugged at the handkerchief in his hand: "Albus..."

Without Fudge's annoying colleague, the head of the Auror office turned his head and looked at Harry carefully. His photo had been published in the Daily Prophet.

"It's Fudge." Harry shook his head, "The Minister of Magic."

Scrimgeour spoke forcefully: "Don't worry, Mr. Potter, the Aurors will..."

Before he could adjust the identity difference between the two, Snape hurried over and gritted his teeth: "Where is Dumbledore?"

Faced with these red tapes, the greatest white wizard did not speak.

Fudge relaxed slightly and nodded: "We will handle everything within one day. Albus, you believe in us, and we believe in you."

"Gone." Harry replied simply and concisely.

"Cornelly, you know that I don't have any ideas." Dumbledore sighed, "If I had, something would have happened long ago."

Scrimgeour and Harry chatted.

Scrimgeour was stunned.

Know how he hides himself.

Scrimgeour was a little embarrassed.

Tom's words were like a steel-forged drumstick, hitting his heart like a cymbal. It vibrated with a clang, and the sound became louder and louder in his mind, setting off huge waves and becoming more and more difficult.

cease.

Fudge's face darkened.

There was uncontrollable anger in Snape's tone: "How dare he, what did he think, did his head fall into the water of the entire Black Lake, and left you just like that?"

That was still in the first grade.

Scrimgeour said with a serious face: "Professor Snape, you should be in the Slytherin lounge now. Protecting your students is the most important thing, isn't it?"

Dumbledore was stunned.

"He has already shown his cowardice. It only takes a long time to catch him."

Fudge jogged, keeping up with him.

"This Mr. Scrimgeour should not bother me yet." Harry said, breaking the tit-for-tat atmosphere between the two of them.

Harry nodded: "I plan to stay here."

Scrimgeour snorted and said nothing.

Snape looked over coldly.

"Mr. Dumbledore, we should go." Fudge urged, "Use your office's Floo network? Or Lockhart's office?"

"One day, only one day." Dumbledore sighed again.

"That is always more reliable than you. At least Mr. Potter and I are on the same side. There is no need to worry that someone will suddenly cast a spell from behind and attack you." Scrimgeour squinted and refused to give an inch.

"I believe Severus, Minerva, and other professors." Dumbledore said softly, "They will protect Hogwarts during the day I leave."

Fudge didn't believe it.

Then he said to Scrimgeour: "As for Professor Snape, he is a person that Professor Dumbledore and I both trust."

Compared with that time, Harry looked stronger and taller, with lion-like eyes that were sharper.

Snape was about to continue cursing Dumbledore.

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

Harry nodded: "Don't look into its eyes."

Fudge's heart immediately rose to his throat, and he stumbled over his words: "Dumbledore, are you going to go against the advice of the Ministry of Magic and the School Board and go your own way?"

"The demulcent potion, drink it, you are very nervous now." Harry introduced, shaking the potion in his hand, and handing it to him made his intention more obvious.

Dumbledore smiled: "Severus will definitely approve of you."

"Harry, you have to protect yourself too."

With a bang, a huge figure crashed through the door of the auditorium.

"Close your eyes!" Harry shouted, closed his eyes, and ducked under the table.

The other two people also used their own methods.

"Kill...kill..." The basilisk said the bloodiest words as he stammered.

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