Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 311, page 309: The Missing Auror Squad

"Ha-hu. Ha-hu"

Harry, who had been fast asleep, suddenly sat up in bed, panting heavily, his pajamas soaked with sweat.

He woke up from a nightmare.

Lately, he's been having the same dream, and today was no exception: a dilapidated old house, venomous curses, pitiful pleas for mercy, green light, and large ears that looked remarkably like those of a house-elves.

After groping around on the bedside table for a while with trembling arms, he picked up his thick-rimmed glasses and put them on.

The world is gradually becoming clearer.

I glanced at the watch that Brother D had given me.

The time displayed is 4:45 AM.

The moon hung high in the branches, and the outside window was completely silent, except for the occasional sound of owls flapping their wings and flying past the window.

Ron, lying on the bed next to mine, was in a strange position, his butt sticking out as he mumbled something in his sleep, with occasional soft thuds.

On the other side, Neville was snoring softly, occasionally letting out a silly chuckle, clearly deep in a dream.

Ha rubbed his temples vigorously, trying to relieve the throbbing pain in his head, which helped but not much.

The dream he just had was so vivid and clear, like experiencing a surreal 5D movie, especially that voice. He would never forget it; he had heard it back in first grade.

that man

Harry unconsciously clenched his fist, then slowly relaxed it.

Although he didn't know why he dreamed about that person, Brother D had told him before that wizards' dreams were not so simple; they could be omens or things that were happening right now.

In either case, it must be taken seriously.

Fortunately, he had learned the technique of brain occlusion, so others could not find his whereabouts through his dreams, which was enough to deal with either situation.

Harry glanced out the window and then at the time, but ultimately decided not to go and rest, as his sleepiness had completely worn off.

Harry wasn't the only one suffering from sleeplessness at this moment; a man of high rank and power also couldn't sleep.

"Can anyone tell me what happened?"

Minister of Magic Fudge, dressed in plaid pajamas, was gesticulating wildly and throwing a tantrum in his office.

He reprimanded several officials from the Ministry of Magic, who, judging from their attire, were at least at the director level.

"First, Miss Bertha Jorkins of the Department of Magical Sports went missing. According to the 'Strikers' investigation at the scene, they found signs of dark magic, which means that dark wizards are involved." Seeing that his colleagues were silent, Scrimgeour, as the head of the Auror office, had no choice but to speak up.

Rufus Scrimgeour, the man who looks like a lion.

"So I arranged for an Auror squad to investigate this matter."

Before he could finish speaking, Fudge, enraged, interrupted him, saying sarcastically, "Yes, you made arrangements. You sent an Auror squad to investigate, but two weeks have passed and not a single piece of news has come back. And now you're telling me they've disappeared?!"

Faced with Fudge's questioning, Scrimgeour continued to explain, "They must have encountered some dangerous situation and couldn't leave, Minister. We are already doing our best to find out."

"Enough! I don't want to hear any explanations! That was a whole squad of Aurors! Not a squad of pigs! And now there's not a single word from you. Do you expect me to praise you?!"

Fudge was about to go crazy with anger.

The disappearance of a wizard is completely different from the disappearance of a small group of Aurors. The former can be covered up with other excuses, but the latter—the protectors of the magical world—have lost their influence far more than just a little.

If not handled properly, his approval rating could drop!

"Mr. Rufus, what I need is to find the missing person. Can you tell me exactly how to resolve this?"

Fudge stared intently at Scrinker.

"I will arrange for other Aurors."

"Do you want the Ministry of Magic to lose another Auror squad?"

Fudge rejected his suggestion without even thinking about it.

"But we can't just leave it like this!"

"That's your problem! You're the head of the Auror office!"

Rufus Scrimgeour:

"I'm giving you another week; you must resolve this matter."

After saying that, he kicked the other person out of the office without even considering whether they could do it.

"The rest of you come with me to Hogwarts. I need to see Dumbledore."

Fudge's complexion was now extremely poor.

"Are you sure you want to visit Professor Dumbledore now?"

A director from some unknown department asked, "It's 5:50 a.m., which is normally a rest time."

"Is there anything wrong with it?"

Fudge glared fiercely at the man who had spoken, and the latter clearly backed down.

Only Dumbledore or Dudley can help him; no one else is reliable.

"But."

The other people in the room stared at Fudge, who was wearing pajamas, with strange looks, while Fudge himself seemed oblivious.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door. After receiving Fudge's approval, he pushed open the door and walked in. The person who came in was Percy, who was carrying a set of clothes: "Minister Fudge, these are your clothes."

Percy respectfully handed the clothes to Fudge.

This act of offering a pillow when someone is sleepy undoubtedly won Fudge Fudge's favor greatly.

He patted Percy on the shoulder encouragingly: "Well done, Percy, you're a true secretary."

He truly grew to like his secretary more and more, became increasingly adept at handling her, and became increasingly inseparable from her. She could prepare contingency plans in advance for everything.

A short while later, Fudge, having changed his clothes, led a large group of Ministry of Magic officials into the Hogwarts Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore, wearing crescent-shaped pajamas, received them.

The Gaunt family's old house.

"That feeling again. It's back again!" From the other side of the sofa, a hoarse voice that sounded strangely familiar to Harry rang out, hoarse and sharp.

"Someone was spying on us just now, Wormtail."

"Master, master, no, no, maybe."

A stammering voice rang out, its tone filled with fear.

The voice belonged to Peter Pettigrew, the Wormtail who had narrowly escaped from Azkaban.

"Why is it impossible?!"

The voice came again from the other end of the sofa: "No matter who they are, I will deal with them the same way I dealt with those Aurors. Wormtail, all you have to do is dispose of their corpses."

At this moment, the sofa and chairs slowly turned around, and a fairy was sitting inside, his voice coming out in stark contrast to his appearance.

"Yes, my great master."

Wormtail knelt before the "fairy" and spoke with utmost respect.

"I will return soon."

"Fairy" said meaningfully.

"Contact that guy, I need to know how the plan is going."

(End of this chapter)