From the end of the Quidditch World Cup to the start of school at Hogwarts, Ani's life was uneventful. During this period, he went to Hermione's house to attend her coming-of-age ceremony and made some decorations in the house.
The British wizarding circle is not very peaceful.
Both Ernie and Scrimgeour underestimated Fudge.
According to the tacit understanding between the two, after the attack that night was exposed and the news of Voldemort's return surfaced, Fudge stepped down and the reorganization of the Ministry of Magic's power hierarchy was an inevitable result.
Even the great nobles behind him would not continue to invest their resources in a deal that would not yield a return.
Unexpectedly, after Fudge left in a hurry that day, he rushed to the Daily Prophet overnight.
When Ani picked up the newspaper after breakfast the next day, all kinds of true and false news had followed the owls all over England.
Hanging Gao Tian's Dark Mark in Li Huo's peripheral vision was also characterized as a silly prank, and a young wizard even appeared and claimed that it was just the product of his drunkenness.
The announcement in the Auror office was like a splash, submerged in people's discussions after dinner——
Given the slightest chance of choice, most people would not want to return to their old fears.
Then Scrimgeour's group started a war of words with Fudge, but he acted like he was trying to wake up someone who was pretending to be asleep.
On the calm lake in England, there were ripples starting from the two people.
Most of the people who can't see through pretend to be asleep and don't want to wake up. The few who can see through mostly choose to be wise and protect themselves, and some even add fuel to the flames.
The people behind Fudge don't want Britain to continue to be peaceful. In this case, Mr. Minister still has a role.
"The person behind the Daily Prophet has been standing up for Fudge, giving him an advantage in public opinion. Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Scamander, if you can..."
Scrimgeour was sitting on the sofa in the principal's office. The constant tug and pull with Fudge made the tough guy look a little haggard, but his back was still straight.
"No, Hogwarts will not and cannot show any inclination."
Dumbledore stood up and looked out the window. Dots of light were crossing the black lake. A new batch of little guys were about to arrive at the castle.
"Sorry, Scrimgeour, but we have to go to the orientation party, and you can come with us if you want."
With that said, Dumbledore and Ernie stood up together and looked at Scrimgeour.
Seeing the old man's resolute attitude, Scrimgeour had no choice but to return first and then think of countermeasures.
After seeing off Scrimgeour on the way, the two of them entered the auditorium before the freshmen entered.
Ani's eyes passed over the four long tables. There were fewer people around them than two months ago. The graduated wizards were already heading towards their own futures, and it wouldn't be long before new students would join them.
The vacant position above.
The endless cycle of comings and goings revitalizes the deep pool of England.
However, the Qingliu people were unusually honest at this time, and the auditorium was far less noisy than Aini imagined.
Soon, following the little wizard's secretly glanced glances from time to time, Ani found the reason at the teacher's desk.
Alastor Moody.
The man known as the most powerful Auror since the establishment of the Ministry of Magic was currently sitting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's seat.
In the original trajectory, after receiving Dumbledore's invitation, Moody was attacked by Peter and Crouch Jr., put into a magic box, and became the producer of polyjuice ingredients.
And after repeated confirmations from Aini's True Seeing Eye, the Moody in front of him was indeed him.
Thinking about it, without Peter Pettigrew, Barty Jr. alone is no match for Moody. Even if he can take advantage of a sneak attack, it is almost impossible to defeat this veteran Auror with good combat power and rich experience.
As for the current Voldemort, except for Barty Jr., he really has no more chess pieces for him to use.
Aini sat on his seat and looked at all the professors present one by one. He found nothing unusual.
The process of the party was uneventful, including welcome, sorting, and dining, followed by the cliche principal's speech and the routine introduction of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor——
Just looking at the number of professors recruited, Dumbledore undoubtedly ranks first among the principals.
Of course, he would never be proud of this.
If Moody didn't come in person, which was beyond Aini's expectations and within his expectations, then he really didn't expect that after the dinner, as soon as he walked to the door of the office, Harry ran out of breath.
Came over.
"Hug...sorry...", the boy put his hands on his knees, as if there was too much air blocked in his throat, and he had to force it out before he could spit out a few complete words.
"Don't worry, Harry, I think you need this...to heal."
As Ani's fingers moved in the air, Harry felt his hot throat cool down slightly, and he felt instantly comfortable.
"Thank you, can I spare you some time?"
"Come in and talk."
Ani opened the door and let Harry into the office.
Even though it was not his first time sitting on the sofa here, it was obvious that the boy was very nervous.
"I...I don't know what to say, in short...I saw it, saw the whole process of that night."
Harry tangled his hands together and hesitated for a while before coming up with something unclear.
"ha?"
Ani didn't react.
That night.
What night?
The night after the Quidditch match when the Dark Mark appeared?
Or was it the night when Voldemort entered the trap last semester?
It's really confusing.
Fortunately, as he uttered those incomprehensible words, the boy seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden, and his subsequent statements became smoother.
Listening to Harry's story, the expression on Aini's face became more serious.
The boy's trouble was not on Quidditch night, nor at the end of the previous school year, but earlier during the Easter holidays.
In Edinburgh, when he and the Dursleys spent a whole happy day, in his sleep at night, the boy once again saw the scene of Voldemort's raid on Godric's Hollow.
What was different from the past was that the dream that time was particularly clear, as if there was a power that took him through more than ten years of time and watched the entire incident.
He saw clearly.
I saw clearly the demonic figure coming from a distance.
I saw clearly the father who protected his wife and children and fought bravely.
He saw clearly his mother who held him in her arms, full of attachment.
He saw the beginning and the end clearly.
Once upon a time, Harry wanted to break through the fog in his dreams and see everything clearly.
And when his wish came true, Harry would rather never see it all clearly.
But if he was really given the chance to forget, the boy would definitely choose to remember it.
There are joys and sorrows in life, some people make it hard for you to laugh, and some people make it difficult for you to feel miserable.