Harry Returning from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 917: Chapter 370: Evil Rituals_2

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"Thank you, Vivi." Harry said sincerely.

Vivi rolled her eyes at him.

"I’ve heard that plenty of times, Harry." She said.

As they walked out of the small compartment, they found Dumbledore and Gellert playing Wizard Chess.

"You’re just watching them?" Harry asked Vivi softly.

"What else can I do if I don’t watch?" Vivi sighed and said quietly, "They’ve already reached this point, can I forcibly separate them? Besides—uh, it’s partly my fault too."

"Why?" Harry asked quietly.

"I didn’t fulfill my responsibility as a sister." Vivi said quietly, "If I hadn’t been willful back then and stayed a century ago, perhaps Gael wouldn’t have become this way... Of course, I never regret my choices, just like choosing you, you little rascal."

Harry shrugged, what else could he say?

"Is the Godfather doing well lately?" Vivi asked.

"He’s okay." Harry said, "He’s been very busy recently, so much so that Ron said Percy practically doesn’t have any time to sleep, constantly helping Little Sirius organize things and sort out the Ministry of Magic."

"Taking over the Ministry of Magic suddenly is indeed not an easy task." Vivi nodded and said, "Especially since the former Fudge left such a mess for him, I think the Godfather has indeed been very busy these days."

Harry thought about it, and indeed that was the case.

Fudge was always more concerned about his political life above all else, the moment there was a sign of trouble, he’d bolt.

It’s imaginable how much of a mess he would leave for his successor.

Little Sirius has complained to him more than once about related issues, but there’s no way around it, Fudge has already stepped down and is undergoing trial at the Wizengamot, the results should be out soon.

Of course, aside from Fudge’s mess, Little Sirius is facing an even bigger issue, that is, dozens of Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban, including that madwoman Bellatrix Lestrange.

Fortunately, they don’t seem to be within the United Kingdom, so they won’t become Little Sirius’s problem for a while.

Currently, one of the Voldemorts—possibly Madame Riddle—is causing trouble in the United States, perhaps upon hearing the news, they’ll run to the United States to join Madame Riddle.

As for the other Voldemort... just assume he’s dead, after all, he’s almost completely lost contact, nobody knows where he might be.

"How about you guys?" Harry asked Vivi, "How’s the Great German Ministry of Magic recently?"

"It’s fine." Vivi answered with a gentle smile, "Recently, there’s nothing urgent, except the Greek Ministry of Magic wants to merge with Great Germany... Of course, if Greece is merged, I think the Great German Ministry of Magic will have to change its name."

"What name?" Harry asked.

"Eastern Roman Ministry of Magic." A flicker of ambition flashed in Vivi’s eyes, "But before that, we still need to conquer Constantinople..."

"That’s Istanbul." Harry corrected, "I need to remind you, Vivi—that’s still Turkish territory, has been since 1453."

"Is it?" Vivi smiled without arguing further.

In the evening, Harry enjoyed a classic Old Vienna meal.

As the host, Vivi was still very enthusiastic.

The next morning, yawning, Harry stood again before those Soul Artifacts.

"I think..." Harry scratched his face and said, "We need a more efficient method, I’m tired of watching Riddle’s memories—it’s not helping us at all, don’t we know him enough already?"

"Hard to say." Dumbledore said, "Perhaps we can determine from scraps of his memory where he might appear... Oh, don’t look at me like that, Harry—you know Nagini is also part of Tom’s Soul Artifact, and she recently became one. I think the Tom fragment in her definitely knows Tom’s evil plan."

"Alright." Harry shrugged, "If you insist, I will have a good chat with Tom this time."

However, before he could use Mind Reading, the communication crystal ball on him started ringing, making a chaotic noise, sounding like the melody of the Weasley Twins’ exclusive tune.

It was Hogwarts’ school song, only their rendition of the song could be so invigorating.

He took out the crystal ball, saw the caller was Godfather Little Sirius.

After answering the call, Little Sirius’s apparition appeared.

"Harry?"

Little Sirius first saw Harry, then noticed Dumbledore and Gellert standing behind him.

"Hello." Little Sirius greeted them.

"What’s up, Little Sirius?" Harry asked curiously.

He also wanted to know why the Godfather would suddenly call him.

Little Sirius cleared his throat and then said, "Here’s the thing, Harry, I’ve discovered some situation—regarding those escaped Death Eaters, of course, it’s good Dumbledore is here too, I just tried to contact you but failed earlier."

"Oh, I didn’t have my phone on me." Dumbledore apologized to Little Sirius, "Sorry, Little Sirius, I’m still not accustomed to carrying a phone with me—"

Indeed, for an elderly person, carrying a phone isn’t a habit.

"No problem." Little Sirius smiled, "According to the latest intel from the Aurors, the Death Eaters seem to have reached the banks of the Mississippi River, holding some sort of evil ritual, they’ve caused considerable damage in Minnesota and Wisconsin, prompting the American Magic Congress to issue a diplomatic protest to us, complaining that we let the Death Eaters escape."

"Isn’t this unrelated to us?" Harry asked puzzled. "If they weren’t so arrogant, and let our people track Voldemort, perhaps these Death Eaters wouldn’t have fled to America."

"Of course we don’t need to bother with that, Harry." Little Sirius smiled and said, "The key is the Death Eaters are holding an evil ritual in the Mississippi River basin."

"Well," Dumbledore stroked his beard and said, "It’s not something we need to worry about, Little Sirius, after all, the American Magic Congress won’t allow wizards from other countries to enter their territory, even if it’s to catch Dark Wizards, they won’t allow that."

"Why?" Little Sirius clearly didn’t know what kind of arrogant bunch the American Magic Congress is.

"If you don’t believe it, you can send a note to the American Magic Congress." Dumbledore said with a chuckle, "I bet you’ll hit a snag, Little Sirius."

"Alright," Little Sirius nodded, "I’ll have Percy send the note right away."

After speaking, Little Sirius hung up the phone.

"What do you think they’re doing?" Dumbledore turned to Gellert and asked, "As a Dark Wizard, you should have some understanding of this, right?"

This question made Gellert laugh.

"What do you mean as a Dark Wizard, I should understand this?" He retorted a bit helplessly, "Al, I am indeed a Dark Wizard, but I’ve never performed such an evil ritual—have you ever seen me slaughter Muggles or Wizards?"

Honestly, after some thought, Dumbledore accepted Gellert’s words.

Although Gellert was a Dark Wizard, he’s more like a law-abiding evil politician, with his own principles and beliefs.

As for Voldemort? Voldemort was purely a chaotic evil terrorist, to compare him with Gellert is entirely an insult to Gellert.

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