I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 113 Dumbledore has been kidnapped!

Dumbledore acted swiftly, shielding Fudge behind him, and with a slight raise of his hand, a blue suit of armor appeared out of thin air.

The pale blue light kept all the scattered wood chips and debris outside.

"What's going on?" Aurora, who was in charge of guarding, rushed in from outside the door.

Before they could figure out what was going on, another red curse streaked across the dark sky and hurtled straight toward them.

"boom!"

This time, thanks to the Aurors' obstruction, the spell was detonated by the group while it was still in mid-air.

"Who goes there!"

The enraged Auror lunged directly in the direction from which the spell had been launched.

Damn it—someone attacked the Minister of Magic!

"I killed the Minister of Magic!"

Despite the wind and snow in the darkness, the sound still carried very far.

Frenzied, sinister voices echoed throughout the entire village of Hogsmeade.

"Grab her!" The Aurors, dressed in black robes, chased after the figure who had shouted, like ghosts.

"act recklessly!"

The Aurors swarmed forward, trying to catch the figure, but to their surprise, the figure moved with astonishing speed and suddenly vanished from the spot.

"The Disillusionment Spell?"

"Hehe~ Come and catch me~" In the darkness, that eerie laughter was especially terrifying in the wind and snow.

Dumbledore stopped and stared in the direction the sound had fled.

My heart tightened slightly.

Could it be Kyrie Irving?

No—no, he wouldn't know Fudge would be here tonight.

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"Boom!"

In the woods, a group of young wizards continued to brave the wind and snow.

Suddenly, a loud noise in the distance drew everyone's attention.

"Oh no!" Hermione's face changed drastically. "The attack has begun!"

Having said that, she immediately ran towards Hogsmeade Village, which was just a stone's throw away.

"It looks like someone died." Harry's face was blue from the cold, but he didn't care about anything else at the moment and followed Hermione and Luna in the direction they had gone.

"Um—" Of everyone present, only Justin remained calm. He asked, puzzled, "Shouldn't we go back to the castle and inform the professors first?"

Moreover, the young wizards of Gryffindor are another matter.

Why is that Ravenclaw guy so reckless?

Is it

Is there actually only one house at Hogwarts?

Is Hufflepuff an illusion?

Justin looked at the crowd with concern, but his words did not attract the attention of the other young wizards.

Perhaps the wind and snow were too strong, swallowing his voice.

Seeing that his suggestion was ineffective, Justin, in a fit of anger, had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow along.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Meanwhile, Owen, who was setting up magical items by the Black Lake, also heard the explosion in the distance.

Ok? ? ?

Is it Chinese New Year?

He stopped what he was doing, did some mental calculations, and thought—hmm—he couldn't figure out if today was the Lunar New Year.

But he was certain that the New Year was still more than a month away, so how could it be today?

Could it be Professor Flitwick?

I haven't even started yet!

Wait for my signal!

Looking at the magical props that he had already set up halfway.

Irving clenched his teeth! He continued working hard despite the wind and snow.

No, I must hold back! I absolutely must hold back! I can't give up halfway! It's just a bit of excitement, right? I'm not watching it today.

Irving, who continued to silently set up the stage, gritted his teeth and pulled his heart, which had already flown to the foot of the mountain, back down.

Oh! My genes for getting beaten up and having fun.

Stop jumping!!!

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"Grab her!" In the jungle below the mountain, figures kept moving through.

"Obstacles are numerous!"

As a key member of the Auror Office, Kingsley Shackle was in full command of the Minister of Protection's duties.

He was a tall, bald, dark-skinned wizard.

He has a deep, slow voice that can calm people down and is good at getting along with Muggles.

He wore a distinctive African shaman's robe and a gold earring on one ear.

In the original future, he will become the first Minister of Magic after Voldemort's downfall.

He stepped down in 2017.

His successor was the renowned Hermione Granger.

"Damn it, the snowstorm is too strong."

The spell did not strike the fleeing witch in the distance, but instead hit the tree trunk beside her.

Suddenly, the heavy snow fell from the branches, completely obscuring the Aurors' vision.

"Tonks!" Kingsley Shackler charged forward angrily. "Are you covering her escape?"

"Uh—look at you, I was just a little off-target." Tonks, who had graduated less than two years ago and was still in the Auror training phase, laughed awkwardly.

The reason she's here today is merely to make an appearance.

No Auror would believe that a dark wizard would dare to attack the Minister of Magic right under Dumbledore's nose at Hogwarts.

Tonks is just here to gain experience.

"You—" Kingsley Shackleton looked at Nymphadora Tonks, who was wearing the same blouse as her strange sisters, patched jeans, and bright pink dyed hair. Kingsley Shackleton felt a sudden sense of dejection.

There's nothing you can do about it; Tonks is a natural-born disguise master.

She is free to change her appearance.

This ability is innate, which makes her more suitable for playing the role of an Auror, facilitating her concealment and disguise.

The Auror office needs her abilities; otherwise, given this young, rebellious wizard's performance over the past two years, she would have been expelled from the Auror ranks long ago.

"Alright. Next time, make sure you're watching carefully!" Kingsley said dismissively, then beckoned the other Aurors to come closer.

"Hogwarts is surrounded by powerful anti-Apparition spells. She can't possibly escape. Everyone, conduct a thorough search and capture her!"

Attacking the Minister of Magic, regardless of the reason, is a serious crime!

Especially under Dumbledore's watchful eye.

If the criminal escapes, he will lose all face.

Just as the Aurors split up to capture them...

The remaining Aurors escorted Dumbledore and Fudge to Hogwarts.

Compared to Hogsmeade Village, Hogwarts Castle is obviously much safer.

Given the current unclear situation outside, it is not convenient for them to leave immediately.

The crowd gathered around the minister, walking very quickly.

Hermione witnessed this scene.

"Something terrible has happened!" Although the snowstorm obscured most of her vision, Hermione still felt she had seen the truth. "Professor Dumbledore has been kidnapped!"

"???"

Are you crazy?

Ron called out instinctively.

"I saw it with my own eyes. The professor was surrounded by a lot of men in black. He was definitely being coerced," Hermione calmly concluded. "Judging from the direction they were heading, they were probably going to Hogwarts Castle. They—they might be trying to use Professor Dumbledore to force the other professors to submit?"

"I think you should get some sleep." Ron still didn't believe him because he hadn't seen it.

"I should rest," Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, then grabbed Luna and followed him. "But only after we rescue the Professor!"

"..." Ron glanced at Harry. "Don't you think Hermione's gone mad?"

"Yes!" Harry nodded emphatically, then sprinted after her. "If even Professor Dumbledore can't beat her, isn't she just throwing her life away?"

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crazy!

They've all gone mad!

Ron was so angry he could hardly breathe. "That's Dumbledore! He could defeat all the wizards in Britain by himself! He'd be kidnapped?"

"Maybe it's an imposter, like we were before! Don't go over there, it's a conspiracy, a conspiracy!!!"

Although Ron was the only young wizard in the entire group who always believed in Dumbledore, he was in great pain.

He suddenly understood Irving's heartache, that kind of person who just couldn't learn a spell no matter how many times it was taught.

Dealing with such an idiot can really drive you crazy!

The group followed them all the way.

The trees in front of us gradually thinned out.

Finally, they arrived at an open area.

Before me lay a vast expanse of white, frozen black lake.

The little ones hid behind the rocks by the lake, peeking out to gaze into the distance.

There, Dumbledore and a group of wizards dressed in black robes stopped in their tracks.

Seeing this, even Harry hesitated. Could it be that Dumbledore had really been taken hostage?

The wind and snow were heavy, and although it was difficult to see clearly, those figures in black robes were obviously not good people.

"Could it be..." Suddenly, a face appeared in Harry's mind, a pale face without a nose.

When the Chamber of Secrets was making headlines, he had speculated that a wizard might have infiltrated Hogwarts, like Quirrell in his first year, with Voldemort possessing his head.

He suspected that Lockhart might also be possessed by some dark wizard.

"Voldemort is back?" It's no wonder Harry was thinking wildly; he couldn't think of anyone else who could threaten the great Dumbledore besides Voldemort.

"Harry, you mean..."

Upon hearing the mysterious man's name, Ron couldn't help but feel conflicted about his previous judgment.

If Voldemort, along with his henchmen, suddenly attacked Dumbledore...

Ron dared not think any further.

But some people continued to think about it for him.

The Dark Lord is coming back!

Scabbers, a rat hiding in Ron's pocket, struggled to peek out, its black eyes fixed on the Aurors in the distance.

Last year, when he heard his young master say that the Dark Lord was still alive and had secretly infiltrated Hogwarts Castle, he was filled with tension, excitement, and fear.

He couldn't wait to rejoin the Dark Lord's ranks.

On the one hand, he was afraid to go, fearing that the Dark Lord would be angry with him because of the prophecy.

Because it was he who told the Dark Lord the Potters' location.

If Voldemort wanted to kill him for this, he would have no excuse to refute it.

But now.

If the Dark Lord really imprisoned Dumbledore

The bald rat suddenly had a candidate in mind.

Perhaps I could go and seek refuge with Grindelwald?

He's Dumbledore's archenemy, so he certainly wouldn't cause me trouble just because I betrayed Dumbledore in the past.

Moreover, it is said that Grindelwald has always been on the European continent, far away from Britain and Voldemort—joining Grindelwald may be his only way out at present.

I'm going to Wuhan for an exam these days. I'll try my best to write 6,000 words, or 4,000 if that doesn't work out. But I definitely won't stop updating.

(End of this chapter)