"Master Sherlock... Then we... let's... next..." Fuji looked around with his eyes. As the minister of the Ministry of Magic, he should have said something at this time, but he looked at Sherlock with his mouth open but couldn't say it.

"Voldemort is here, we must be prepared. Master Sherlock, you will deal with him, right?"

"But Voldemort will definitely have other actions, and the Death Eaters have always done everything they want."

Some wizards came over and shouted at Sherlock, while Fudge stood in awkwardly. When Voldemort returned, the wizards did not pray to him, the Minister of Magic, but went to a child who had not graduated from Hogwarts.

"I'm going to return to Hogwarts. Voldemort shouldn't have any big moves in the near future, and you don't need to worry at all. There are me and Dumbledore in the magic world now, and he has to face two enemies at the same time." Sherlock said.

This made the wizards feel a little relieved, but it was obvious that they could not continue to relax in the future. In this troublesome autumn in the magic world, it would be better to run around less.

"Let's go Harry, someone wants to see you. The Dark Sword Army returns to Hogwarts. You are very brave today..." Sherlock's last sentence was said to the people of the Dark Sword Army.

He then looked at Fudge and Furmond, "Fehlu.com must have been tampered by the Death Eaters. It seems that there are many people in the Ministry of Magic who secretly turn to the Death Eaters. This is your next job. In addition, my fight with Voldemort accidentally broke the ban on the Ministry of Magic, which will definitely make the Muggles outside discover here, and at the same time cause such a big riot, so Auror and others in the Ministry of Magic will have a lot of work tonight."

Sherlock said, the Ministry of Magic's ban was broken so he could use the shape-shifting and shadow change at will within the Ministry of Magic.

"Minister Fudge will follow me, we need to discuss it. Professor Dumbledore should be waiting for us now."

He grabbed Harry Potter's arm and placed his other hand on Fudge's shoulder.

Harry felt a familiar feeling again...it was like a hook hooking his belly button and yanking him over before he wanted to.

The bright wooden floor disappeared at his feet, the hall, Forge and Sherlock disappeared, and he flew forward in a colorful whirlwind.

Harry's feet touched the ground, his knees bent slightly while the Golden Wizard's head fell to the ground.

He inspected around and found himself at Dumbledore's office.

Everything was restored as before when the principal was away. The exquisite silver instrument was put back on the table with the spinning legs, spinning quietly in the smoke. The portraits of the principals were dozing in the frame, their heads either hanging back to the armchair or leaning against the edge of the frame.

Harry looked out the window and saw a green dividing line in the distance, and dawn was coming.

Quietness, only the quietness that the portraits snore broke in their sleep, was unbearable for him. If the environment could emit his inner feelings, the portraits should scream in pain.

He was walking in this quiet, beautiful office, breathing urgently, trying not to think about anything.

However, he must think...can't escape...

I originally thought that there were all the Black Magic Army members tonight and Sherlock in the dark. Even though the Ministry of Magic was very dangerous, what I saw in my dream was a fake or a trap, and nothing unexpected happened, but in fact Sirius Black died tonight.

Harry's only relative was actually dead, which made Harry's mood start to feel sad again after being nervous about Voldemort's appearance at the beginning.

Unable to bear it, he could not imagine it, he could not bear it...

There was a terrible hole in his heart that he didn't want to feel or check, a black hole about Black, where Black disappeared, he didn't want to stay in that heavy and quiet place, which he couldn't stand...

A portrait next to him made a loud snoring, and said coldly, "Ah... Harry Potter..."

Fenice Nicholas yawned a long yawn, and when he saw Harry, he spread his arms and squinted his eyes.

"What brought you so early?" Nicholas said. "This room is confidential to anyone other than the correct principal, or was Dumbledore sent you? Oh, don't tell me..." He yawned again "Another news about my useless grandson?"

Harry couldn't speak, and Finez Nicholas didn't know that Black was dead, and Harry couldn't tell him, whispered it

The final, absolute dead end will lead to.

"Harry, I can't comfort you, but in fact I hope you can be strong. Sometimes this is life, a life that cannot be stopped, all kinds of things, sad and happy, annoying and resentful, everything you will experience, but for you everything is ahead of time." Sherlock suddenly stood beside Harry Potter, silently, they actually entered the principal's office of Dumbledore at the same time.

Fuji was also standing on the other side. He looked a little dull now. He might not have figured out what the meaning of coming here was.

"I think there are indeed many things happening to you tonight, but this is also a good thing. Although most people in the magic world believe that Voldemort is back, when Voldemort really appears in front of everyone, the tight sense of panic can really make the wizards' nerves really tense." Sherlock turned around in Dumbledore's office, but couldn't find anything to eat.

He had a high-intensity duel tonight, his body was empty and needed some energy to replenish his stomach was rumbling like hunger.

"I really want to go to my mom's office now. She must have a lot of delicious food in there. She likes to make snacks and desserts," Sherlock said.

Harry's head was still groggy. He approached the fireplace in the office, trying to warm up his cold body.

The empty fireplace suddenly flashed with green flames, and Harry quickly left through the door, staring at the man who appeared in the fire.

Dumbledore's tall figure walked out, and the wizards (portraits) on the walls around him woke up immediately, many of whom were yelling to welcome him.

"Thank you" Dumbledore said softly.

Sherlock blinked, Dumbledore was not at all like a cursed and dying old man. When he was watching Dumbledore in a room in the underground passage of Hogwarts a few hours ago, the other party thought he was a dying old man.

But now the other party is very energetic. Does Snape's potion have such magical effects?

"You look good!" Sherlock muttered.

Dumbledore smiled and looked at the people present, Sherlock Mephisto, Connelly Forge, and Harry Potter.

He didn't look at Harry at first, but just walked to the back of the desk and sat down. The old man had a very gratified smile on his lips.

"I understand. When I was fighting with Voldemort, you were watching nearby, right?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

Dumbledore nodded heavily, "It's true, but I didn't lie. I'm still very weak now. I don't have much chance of winning when I face Voldemort. You have been paying attention to Voldemort at the time. After all, you two are fighting so I didn't notice me."

"Why?" Sherlock asked.

"Because I want to see the future of the magic world with my own eyes, so that I can feel at ease. I have to say..." Dumbledore paused, "Your first real duel, the duel of the opponent will have to be much more vigorous than me and Grindelwald."

Dumbledore said his name that recognized his opponent.

Fudge wiped his cold sweat, and Harry had also heard of some things about Grindelwald. It is said that he has been imprisoned in another famous prison in the magic world that is as famous as Azkaban.

"There are many people injured in the Black Magic Army, but it is worthy of affirmation that there are no ones who die. The wizard robes and masks you made have good defense functions, but you can directly pull the students in the school out and participate in such a terrible battle, which made me, the old man, feel worried. Although they joined the Black Magic, they are also my students, and I have to take responsibility for them." Dumbledore said.

Then he sighed, and seemed not planning to pursue too much.

He continued, "You have a good relationship with the director of the St. Mungo Hospital. He has brought the injured to St. Mungo for treatment. Some Death Eaters who have not had time to escape will also be sent to the Wizards' Court and then locked up in Azkaban."

Sherlock nodded at the carpet with satisfaction, as the sky outside gradually brightened, the carpet looked much clearer.

He was sure that all the wizards in the room listened carefully to every word Dumbodor said, wondering what happened last night and why someone was injured.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I'm sorry for Black's incident. I hope you can be strong." Dumbledore instructed, and then stopped talking.

Dumbledore looked at Fudge and continued, "That's how it is, we need to do something."

"Can I understand this way?" Fenes Nicholas said slowly to Harry's left, "My little grandson, the last member of the Black family, is dead?"

"Yes, Fines," Dumbledore said.

"I can't believe it" Fei Niss said bluntly.

Harry turned around and saw Frenes leaving its frame, knowing that he must have been visiting the old house of the Gerblake family, now the Order headquarters, and another portrait of him went, probably strolling among all the frames at home, calling Black's name.

"I don't know what else I can do, but if I ask for it, I can do what I can." Connelly Forge said firmly, perhaps tonight, letting him understand that too smart politics is useless to people like Voldemort. Killing himself will not have any burden on Voldemort. He will even use the Ministry of Magic as a battlefield.

"Thank you, Minister Foggy, you have finally seen the reality clearly. If this happens, the Mephisto family will be much more relaxed. We all want to see a Minister of Magic with a sense of justice." Sherlock said with a smile.

He then said, "But we still have some important things to do. Tonight Voldemort can even control Harry for a short time. We don't have much time left. If we want to save Harry, we have to prepare early."

The sun is rising at this moment, the peaks are hooked onto a circle of obvious orange edges, and the sky above is getting less and brighter.

The light shone on Dumbledore, his silver-white eyebrows and beard, and the deep wrinkles on his face.

"I guess, fifteen years ago" Dumbledore said to Harry "when I saw the scar on your forehead, I guess it was a bond between you and Voldemort."

"You told me this before, professor!" Harry said frankly.

"Yes," Dumbledore apologized, "Yes, but you see, you must start with your scars. Obviously, when you return to the magic society, my guess is proven to be correct. When Voldemort approaches you or when he is emotional, your scars will give you a warning."

"I know" Harry said tiredly.

"This is your ability... to detect Voldemort's existence, even if he pretends, and knows his thoughts when he is emotionally excited, and when Voldemort retrieves his body and restores his magic, it becomes more and more obvious."

Harry nodded tiredly, he had known this for a long time.

"Recently" Dumbledore said, "I began to worry about the possibility that Voldemort might have had this connection with you, and it was obvious that you entered his mind many times so that it could notice it, of course, what I want to say is the time that night when you witnessed Mr. Weasley being attacked."

"Well, Snape told me." Harry whispered.

"Professor Snape, Harry" Dumbledore corrected him "Have you ever wondered why I did not explain this like you until now? Why didn't I teach you brain closure personally? Why didn't I see you for months?"

Harry looked over and he could see that he appeared in Dumbledore was a little sad and tired.

"Yes." Harry whispered, "I thought."

"You know" Dumbledore went on to say "I believe it won't take long for Voldemort to try to get into your heart, manipulate and mislead your thinking, I can't give him the motivation to do so anymore, I imagine if he knew that the relationship between you and me was not just the principal and the student, he would seize the opportunity to detect me through you, I worry about his usage of you, he might try to use the possibility of you, I think one day or when we are too close, Voldemort will control you and use your ideas is right. I think I see his shadow in your eyes..."

Harry remembered that day when he wanted to meet Dumbledore's sight that day, he felt a sleeping snake that seemed to rise from his heart, ready to attack,

"Voldemort dominates your goals, as he demonstrates tonight, will not bring my destruction, but will bring you destruction, and he hopes that when simply controlling you for a while, I will sacrifice you to try to destroy him, so you see, I try to keep my distance from you to protect you, Harry, an old man's mistake..."
Chapter completed!