hotmtlnovel Chapter 251 Magical Weakness and Mechanical Ascension
Chapter 251 Magical Weakness and Mechanical Ascension
Chapter 251 Magical Weakness and Mechanical Ascension
Picking up where we left off, Harry was startled when he heard Dumbledore say he wanted to delegate more power; it was as if a thunderbolt had struck from a clear sky.
He composed himself and said, "Professor, your words are of utmost importance. In these turbulent times, with demons running rampant, we cannot treat this as a trivial matter."
Dumbledore stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the heavens for a long time before slowly saying, "You must know, Harry, after Voldemort and Grindelwald usurped power in other countries, everything changed."
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"This is no longer a campaign to eradicate certain dark wizards; this is a war."
"If everything goes astray, this war could last a year, three years, or even more than a decade."
"But I won't live that long."
Harry nodded after hearing this, saying noncommittally, "Since Professor has already wiped out that scoundrel Voldemort, he should have overthrown the Ministry of Magic and taken the top position."
"If we had taken this seat earlier, there wouldn't be so much chaos today."
Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "If I held such a view, then the Order of the Phoenix would never have been formed."
Harry chuckled again, "Even without Professor's Order of the Phoenix, someone else would have set up some Dragon Society or Toad Gang."
"In the end, it was the professor who stepped forward first, advocating the path of appeasement and submission. It's just like this: kill Voldemort first, then cause trouble for the Ministry of Magic."
Dumbledore shrugged and sighed, "Perhaps you're right. There are quite a few people in the Order of the Phoenix who disagree with my views."
"For example, in the fight against Voldemort, some people do not recommend involving underage wizards."
Even if he is a savior.
Harry pondered Dumbledore's words for a moment, and a hint of understanding gradually appeared on his face.
Without saying much, he simply put the fire bolt into the pendant around his neck, looked up to the sky, and shouted, "Rise!"
With a flicker, it transformed into a mirage, its claws and teeth gleaming, and was about to take off with the others.
"Merlin's beard—"
Upon seeing this description, Tonks was already half-stunned. He rode his broomstick closer and reached out to touch the scales.
"Isn't this big guy beautiful?"
"Tonks".
A dark-skinned man with a gold earring suddenly appeared from the side; it was Kingsley. He said in a deep voice, "Watch your behavior. You are molesting a minor."
"Oh, well, you're right." Tonks reluctantly withdrew his hand. "Sorry, Harry."
Kingsley, his face still as hard as cast iron, turned to Harry and said, "You should ride a flying broomstick, Mr. Potter."
"The invisibility cloaks we prepared can't hide a body this big."
The mirage beast gathered clouds around its body and instantly transformed into the human form of Harry Potter, standing in mid-air and laughing, "Why bother with any invisibility cloak? I only need to blow a breath, and it'll be like a thick fog, completely concealing the figures of my brothers!"
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As soon as he finished speaking, Harry's lips coiled up and exhaled a breath of air at the crowd below.
A hazy mist suddenly spread out, and everyone felt as if they were enveloped in a thin veil of magic, their figures becoming blurred.
Tonks' eyes widened, and he clicked his tongue and whistled, "That move was really impressive, completely unlike the level of a fifth-year wizard, wasn't it?"
Kingsley pursed his lips and corrected, "It's fourth year."
"Oh, there's something I forgot to mention," Dumbledore, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, "Harry's Animagus can create illusions."
Upon hearing this, Kingsley swallowed his words of advice.
The group parted and reunited amidst the mingling of their breaths, and soon they could see the dark expanse of rooftops in Grimmauld Place.
As they each put down their brooms, the lingering scent from their lips dissipated, leaving no trace.
The group landed in the wall separating the eleventh and thirteenth houses.
Harry had only thought of Grimmauld Twelve in his mind, but then he heard the bricks rustling and the wall seemed to writhe as if it were alive, squeezing out two new ebony doors.
Immediately afterwards, white walls and green tiles arched out one after another, and bright glazed windows let in light. Even the stone steps in front of the door lost their old moss and were replaced with marble with cloud patterns.
Harry stared in astonishment, clapping his hands and exclaiming, "Wow! This house was a dilapidated place last year, with cobwebs hanging from the beams and moss climbing the steps, but today it's completely transformed!"
Blake grinned. "This place is going to serve as the headquarters; we can't let it fall into disrepair like before."
Dobby and Kreacher were busy cleaning up the house for quite some time.
Harry stepped onto the stone steps and lightly touched the silver doorknob with the tip of his wand. With a soft click, the door hinges turned and the two ebony doors swung open.
The room was filled with light, which shone brightly on the newly painted wooden walls of the corridor, and the waxed wood floor was so shiny that it reflected people's images.
Harry stood on the threshold, gasped, tucked his wand into his belt, and exclaimed, "A true transformation!"
Just as he stepped over the threshold, he suddenly saw two plumes of white smoke rise up, and Dobby and Kreacher, who were already bowing, stood right in front of him.
"Harry Potter is back!"
"Good evening, Master Harry."
Harry said goodbye to the two, and then Kreacher, hunched over, led the way.
Passing through the porch, one sees three or five unfamiliar wizards moving back and forth in the hall, their documents rustling in their hands.
Another bald wizard was squatting in front of the fireplace, speaking to the glowing green fire inside.
"Headquarters calling Hogsmeade, Headquarters calling Hogsmeade, teleportation complete."
Harry, finding this intriguing, asked, "What's this guy up to?"
Before Kreacher could reply, a hoarse voice came from behind him: "This is a fireplace not monitored by the Ministry of Magic. We are testing its circulation."
Looking back, it was Arthur Weasley dragging his weary steps in, with Molly following behind.
Upon seeing the two, Harry quickly clasped his hands in greeting, "Greetings, Director and Madam."
"Oh, Harry, it's so good to see you!" Molly rushed forward and hugged Harry tightly. "Have you had dinner yet? I just made some steak."
Harry ignored the food and instead carefully examined Molly.
Seeing that her face was pale and she had lost a lot of weight, he frowned and said, "Madam, why have you become so thin? Is something bothering you?"
After saying this, the Weasleys both paused for a moment, then changed the subject vaguely and perfunctorily.
"What's wrong? Oh, honey, I'm just worried about whether there will be enough steak for everyone tonight."
"That's right. Don't overthink it, we've just been a bit busy lately."
As the two chatted, Molly tried to pull Harry into the kitchen to have some food and drinks to tide him over.
Just as they were about to make a move, a wizard from the accompanying guard rushed over, panting, and said, "Arthur, the meeting has begun."
Upon hearing this, Arthur hurried upstairs. Harry, curious, followed him.
Fang took a few steps, but Molly grabbed his arm from behind.
"No, Harry, only members of the Order of the Phoenix are allowed to attend the meeting. I think you should have a steak now and then go to bed for a nap."
Arthur turned around at the sound of her voice and said helplessly, "Please, Molly, don't treat him like a child."
Molly, however, stood her ground like a fierce mother tigress protecting her cubs, retorting, "But he's just a child!"
Harry pried her fingers apart and said seriously, "Madam, you are mistaken."
"Voldemort secretly sent his skilled assassins tonight. Since it's a plot to take my life, how can I, the mastermind, turn a blind eye?"
Molly choked on her words, her fingers tightening and loosening, before finally stepping aside to make way.
Harry and his companion went up to the second floor and entered the room with the sign that read "Meeting Room".
Dozens of wizards were already seated inside, with Dumbledore sitting in the center chair, recognizing many familiar faces around him.
Such as Snape, Flitwick, and just now, Tonks and others from the guard.
"Arthur," Kingsley frowned, "you shouldn't have involved Mr. Potter."
As soon as he finished speaking, three or five heads in the room nodded.
Before Harry could speak, two red-haired men jumped up from the crowd and shouted, "Why can't Harry participate? This is age discrimination, even worse than racial discrimination!"
"That's right! The wizards who fought the Death Eaters at Hogwarts were all underage!"
"Wait, that's a bit inaccurate. Don't forget about the professors too—"
Do you know who these two red-haired rascals are? They're none other than Fred and George!
Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "How strange! What are my two brothers doing here?"
Fred winked at Harry. "It's simple. We have a special contribution to the Order of the Phoenix."
George quickly added, "Of course, this doesn't mean we're leaving the Boxers; we are honorary advisors."
Seeing the two continuing their incessant chatter, Kingsley took a deep breath and interrupted, "Gentlemen! Don't forget what we're here to discuss today!"
Upon hearing this, Fred and George pursed their lips into a thin line and ran their fingers across their lips as if pulling a zipper.
"Sorry, we'll shut up now."
Once the hall quieted down, Kingsley turned to Harry and said seriously, "Mr. Potter, I know you are furious about tonight's attack, but rest assured, this will never happen again."
We'll give you an explanation tonight.
Harry pulled up a chair and sat down casually, saying, "I've personally experienced that assassin's methods, and even I couldn't defeat him. What can you all do?"
Having said that, Harry raised his eyes and said, "Could it be that any of you brothers and sisters here think you can defeat me?"
When he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.
All eyes turned to the center, where Dumbledore was leaning forward, his fingers just about to pick a cockroach candy from Fred's hand.
Seeing everyone looking at him, the old man stiffened, shrugged, and turned around to say, "Looking at me won't help. In two more years, I won't be able to do anything about Mr. Potter either."
Harry clapped his hands and laughed, "If I can't get the professor to be my personal protector, then my attendance is out of the question!"
None of the wizards in the room responded; only the crackling and flickering of the fireplace could be heard.
After a moment of silence, Kingsley sighed and finally turned to Dumbledore, saying, "Professor, what do you say?"
Dumbledore popped the cockroach candy into his mouth. "I think we can now have a formal meeting, which is to discuss the trial of Mr. Potter."
Before he could finish speaking, Black abruptly stood up, overturning the wooden chair behind him. "This absolutely cannot be done in the Ministry of Magic. I don't trust those guys."
"There's no need for Voldemort and his idiots to lift a finger; Fudge himself couldn't resist wanting to kill Harry!"
The room erupted in a cacophony of voices: some clapped their hands in agreement, others stroked their beards and shook their heads, the buzzing of their discussions resembling a swarm of bees.
"Don't talk nonsense, Sirius." Lupin shook his head in denial. "How could he dare? Don't forget the sword of Damocles hanging over his head from Professor Dumbledore."
Blake refused to budge. "But what if he uses someone else?"
"A certain lapdog who wanted to rise to power and curry favor with Fudge, saw through his thoughts and made some insidious arrangements that Fudge would pretend not to see."
"There's no need to worry too much about that," Tonks said, twirling a strand of hair that had turned indigo. "Before I came to protect Harry, I was on duty at the Ministry of Magic."
"When I went to Scrinker to ask for leave, I happened to see Fudge talking in his office, so I eavesdropped."
"The Wizengamor and the Ministry of Magic's two trials will be held together, which means Harry will only need to appear in court once."
"With the sages of Wizengamo around, what can Fudge do?"
Upon hearing this, all the wizards nodded in agreement.
Unexpectedly, Dumbledore suddenly said, "That's hard to say. I can feel that I'm being rejected by the Wizenga."
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"They're doing some underhanded things behind my back."
These words were like ice water poured into a hot oil pan; the room fell silent for a moment, then exploded with a deafening roar.
But all that could be heard was a cacophony of shouts, frantic hand gestures, and endless arguments.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the final chapter was finally decided. The courtroom would be held in broad daylight, in the Hogsmeade Village square.
It should be noted that this place is only an arrow's throw from Hogwarts, making it convenient to respond to any trouble that may occur.
Moreover, the surrounding area is inhabited by sorcerers and common people. If Fudge dares to play tricks, the rumors will spread far and wide, and the whole world will know in less than three days.
After the discussion was completed, Dumbledore looked at Harry and asked, "What do you think?"
Harry stroked his chin and said, "I have no objection. But how could that birdman Fudge agree to this?"
"We need you to negotiate with the Ministry of Magic." A refined-looking wizard stood up. "I am the presiding judge of the Seventh Inquisition, and I will help you persuade the Ministry of Magic."
Harry returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute, saying, "In that case, I have nothing more to say."
"Alright, meeting adjourned." Tonks stood up. "Let's go, Harry, contact the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace on the first floor; they can't track us here."
As everyone filed out, Fred and George jumped up on either side of Harry and hooked their arms around his neck.
George exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, boss, you've really angered the Ministry of Magic and Wisengard."
Harry scoffed, "Those filthy scoundrels have long found me an eyesore, I'm just looking for an excuse to lash out."
"What great feat have you two brothers accomplished that made the Phoenix Society break its rules and allow you two to attend?"
Fred and George exchanged a glance and both chuckled to themselves.
"Well, that's a long story. I think it starts at least after the second event of the Triwizard Tournament."
Fred corrected him: "To be more precise, it was after Mr. Liu arrived."
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"My goodness, the Chinese are so far ahead of their time in the study of magic."
After these two had been keeping each other in suspense for a while, Fred suddenly reached behind his waist and pulled out a gun, which was a Type 54 pistol.
"Come on, let me show you."
After saying that, they carried Harry to the window, one on each side.
Fred pushed open the window, pointed the gun at the air, and said, "Thunder Explosion."
During mindfulness, the mechanism snapped, and with a "bang," a burst of fire erupted from the muzzle of the gun.
In the blink of an eye, it exploded in mid-air, bursting forth with crimson flames over ten feet long, scattering into a sky full of fireflies.
Fred bowed and smiled, "Welcome to the era of mechanical magic."
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