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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
-Author notes-
Chapter 221: The Minister visits Hogwarts
The moment it reached the center of the group, the spear of light exploded.
This explosion released thousands upon thousands of light particles that traveled everywhere, faster than any bullet.
They were completely harmless to most living beings, but for demons like these dementors, it was the most deadly of all substances.
Just being touched by a couple of those light bullets was enough to send them back to the Netherworld.
The dementors screamed in agony as their existence in this world finally ended.
The dark clouds dispersed, and the creatures disappeared, leaving no trace behind.
The whole thing had only lasted eight seconds, and then, all that was left was Harry's staff… floating in the air.
It had lost its spear shape and had now returned to its original form.
Harry extended his hand, and the staff flew back to him. He then stored it back into his robes before glancing down again.
Harry spotted Ginny, along with the other Gryffindor players, and she appeared to be uninjured.
Most of the audience was looking towards him now.
He wasn't sure how much they had seen, considering how far away he was and how dark the clouds from before were.
It wasn't like he was trying to avoid standing up. He just didn't want to be bothered by the other students asking him questions or whispering as he passed.
'I kinda wish there was a way to pin this one on Neville, but that doesn't appear to be a possibility… oh well.'
He tipped the broom forward and made it descend as fast as it could go.
He stopped for a moment next to Ginny to make sure she was not suffering from any aftereffects, but it appeared that his patronus did a good job.
She thanked him with a wide smile for saving her.
"Make sure to remind your brother Fred of that. I'd rather not be pranked for taking his broom," Harry told her.
"Why would I do that?" asked Fred while floating around him.
"Oh… George then." Harry shrugged and went back to the ground level and noticed that the other twin was not there anymore.
"He was taken to the infirmary," Oliver told him. "It wasn't serious; I think he just twisted an ankle." He added.
"Then, give this back to him," Harry handed the broom and walked out of the Stadium. He would rather not stay for the questions.
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"I just need to ask you a few questions, Mister Potter," the auror requested.
"Of course, Mister Dawlish," Harry was sitting on a large couch. Next to him was his mother, and on the other side was Dumbledore.
He had already been expecting to be called by an auror or someone from the Ministry after what happened with the dementors, but they didn't even wait until the next day. That same day in the late afternoon, he was asked to the Headmaster's office where Auror Dawlish, the Minister, and Lord Parkinson were waiting for him, along with the Headmaster.
McGonagall had wanted to attend as the head of his house, but after being denied, she informed Lily of the meeting.
And since they could not deny his mother's presence, she was allowed to attend this meeting too.
Auror Dawlish smiled at Harry. "So you remember me. I wasn't sure you would…." He looked at Lily, and his eyes flinched as an involuntary gesture after seeing her upset expression. "Hello, Lily… it's good to see you again."
"You too John… but I would like to know why my husband is not here. I'm sure he would have been interested in attending since the subject of this visit was Harry."
Dawlish made a troubled face. "He did but…"
"That would not have been appropriate, considering the subject of this interrogation is… as you said… his son," Lord Parkinson interrupted the auror.
"Is that what this is? An interrogation?" Lily raised her voice.
"No, of course not!" The Minister was quick to interject. "Perseus, please. Control your manners."
Lord Parkinson kept his frown but did not say anything else.
The Minister then turned to look at Harry with a warm smile on his face. "Master Potter, I assure you as Minister of Magic that you are not in any kind of trouble. If anything, from what we have heard, you are nothing short of a hero."
"Now then…" Dumbledore also joined the conversation. "If we can make this brief… I'm sure Mister Potter is very tired, and he has classes tomorrow."
"Yes, ehm…" The Minister gave the auror a sidelong glance. "We just want to clarify the situation that occurred today… auror Dawlish will be asking you a few questions. We will try to keep it short."
"Harry, you don't have to answer anything if you don't want to, okay?" Lily said to her son.
"It's okay Mom. Let's see what they have to ask first. If there is anything that can help the Ministry, I'll do what I can." Harry could take a guess as to why the Minister was so desperate for answers.
The press was likely pressuring him for an explanation of how a group of dementors, who are supposed to be kept under tight control by the Ministry, ended up attacking a school.
If he can't come up with anything good, he will not be able to keep his position for much longer.
Lord Parkinson's face did not show any changes, but Harry could already imagine what he was thinking about. 'It seems like this event has given Parkinson a great opportunity… if things go his way, he may become the next Minister of Magic before the end of the school year.'
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