HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 224 Denial of Facts

Neville left the ward and Gloria stood up.

"Jormungandr."

A small white-scaled snake appeared, changed its shape, and swallowed up the magic power lingering on Bode in one gulp. After eating it, it quickly returned to his pocket.

After about two seconds, Bode's confused eyes regained consciousness and he suddenly grabbed Gloria's wrist.

"Tell the Ministry of Magic that someone is trying to steal Harry Potter and You-Know-Who's prophecy!"

She looked at the wizard in front of her calmly and asked, "Are you under the Imperius Curse?"

Many things flashed through Bode's mind quickly. He recognized her as the Heir of Slytherin and quickly retracted his hand without answering her question.

"The Ministry of Magic will come to investigate. I don't know whether they will believe what you say." Gloria glanced at the Devil's Snare. "I suggest you pay attention to your safety recently."

In less than a minute, the hospital therapist arrived.

They carefully moved the Devil's Net away, but it hit a support during transportation and the Devil's Net quickly entangled the support.

Then the people from the Ministry of Magic came. As the two students who discovered the danger, they only asked about the situation at that time, and the therapist who delivered the plant to the bedside was investigated.

Bode was assigned to another ward.

The dean was extremely shocked. If Gloria had been more curious and touched the devil's snare, it would have been the big moneybag that was attacked.

Neville was still frightened as he watched the officials from the Ministry of Magic coming in and out. "Luckily we found out in time. My parents were also in the ward and there was a high possibility that they would be attacked as well."

Gloria said: "I will suggest to the dean that gifts sent to the hospital need to be strictly checked to prevent this from happening again."

She looked at Neville, "See you after school starts."

After leaving the hospital, Gloria wondered in her heart whether the Ministry of Magic would believe Bode's words, or whether Fudge would believe it.

If you believe it, you have to admit that Dumbledore is not a madman, and his intention to fight against the Ministry of Magic are all lies.

If you don't believe it, that's fine, the plan can still be implemented.

In the evening, Gloria was invited to a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix. Bode's matter had been reported back to the Ministry of Magic, and he confirmed that he had said those words.

When she arrived, Harry and his group were crowded on the stairs, staring at her as she entered the conference room.

"Why can Leah go in?" Ron was dissatisfied with this fact, "We are all fifth graders."

Fred raised an eyebrow, "I'm still in seventh grade."

George: "They are all students of Hogwarts."

Hermione said helplessly: "Use the retractable ears."

Everyone looked at her, and Hermione frowned, "Why, you don't want to listen?"

The twins quickly took out the retractable ears, carefully found the right direction, and gently threw them near the entrance of the meeting room.

They all concentrated and tried to hear some information.

"...Will he try to steal it again?"

"Since we failed this time, it will probably be quiet for a while."

Harry and the others were a little anxious. They didn't hear anything from the front, so they didn't know what was going to be stolen.

"The last failure left a deep impression on him. He will never give up. We cannot let our guard down."

"Thank you, Gloria." It was Moody's voice. "You saved Bode's life."

However, a grunting sound reached their ears, and looking down, they found that it was Crookshanks biting the retractable ear.

"Your cat! Hermione -" Ron cursed in a low voice: "I hate it!"

Hermione's face scrunched up and she waved her hand over it, "Good kitty, let go."

Crookshanks didn't listen to these words. He shook his head hard and broke the string with a snap.

The Weasley twins slapped the stair railing angrily.

Fred was furious, "I'm going to use it to test medicine!"

George gritted his teeth and said, "Try all the medicines."

Harry and Ron looked at each other silently. They would definitely not stop it.

It was a pity that there was no way to go downstairs and eavesdrop, for it was not only Mrs. Weasley who cast a spell on the stairs, but also Sirius and Moody.

In the room——

Gloria sat upright, pretending that she didn't know the details. "Mr. Bode is safe now. As long as he returns to normal, he can make the Ministry of Magic understand that someone is indeed coveting the prophecy ball."

Everyone present knew that Dumbledore had kept this from her.

Kingsley said in a heavy tone, "He has recovered. He also said that he was under the control of the Imperius Curse. He wanted to steal Harry's prophecy, but the defensive spell was triggered and he was injured and hospitalized. However, this injury allowed him to break free from the control of the Imperius Curse."

Gloria asked, "Did anyone say who cast the curse?"

"A strange man." The witch sitting on Kingsley's right said, "He said that when he returned home, someone hid in his house in advance. He was cursed as soon as he saw him and was ordered to steal the prophecy ball."

Kingsley nodded, "The man was wearing a hat and a coat, but there was one feature that stood out to him."

The meeting room fell silent when this was mentioned.

Gloria wondered if it was someone they knew, "What characteristics?"

Sirius placed his hands on the table, "Bloody gloves."

Not only Bode was impressed by this feature, Gloria and Harry also remembered this person, Van der Vries mentioned by little Barty.

"Dumbledore once asked me to look up information about this Van der Vries, but to no avail. We don't even know what he looks like. We suspect this is a pseudonym."

Sirius had been busy with this matter before, and even traveled to the Netherlands, but unfortunately he didn't find any information.

"With Bode's words, it proves the fact that Voldemort has returned." Gloria said: "Only those who are related to the prophecy can take the prophecy ball. The one who wants it most in the world is Voldemort."

Sirius's face turned even worse, and he slammed the table and said, "We all thought so!"

"Fudge doesn't believe it." The man who spoke had an indescribable expression. "He believes that a dark wizard is doing this. Influenced by the Dark Mark of the Quidditch World Cup, he is trying to use the name of Death Eaters to carry out terrorist activities."

Gloria sighed. She pretended to be blind even when the facts were before her. "But the contents of the prophecy ball can only be seen and heard by the relevant people. It is useless for others to take it."

Kingsley and others remained silent. They understood this truth, but Fudge could find an excuse to deny this fact.

At this moment, she particularly admired Fudge's attitude of refusing to admit it. "If that's the case, then no one can do anything about it, unless they pull him down and replace him with someone they believe in. Fudge is more useful to Voldemort than the Death Eaters."

The minister did not even need to persuade him, as he provided him with the perfect secluded environment.

The officials working in the Ministry of Magic all had unhappy expressions and their words were harsh, but that was the current situation.

Sirius said impatiently: "Can't you really propose a re-election of the minister?"

The expressions on everyone's faces told him no.

For now, it seems that Bode has saved his life, that's all.

Gloria leaned back in her chair. "I came in today. Harry and the others will definitely ask questions. If I don't say something, they won't be able to get past them."

Moody muttered, "What a bunch of enthusiastic little devils."

Kingsley took charge and said, "Just say that the man wanted to steal a secret weapon. Sirius has used a similar excuse before. Just don't reveal the existence of the prophecy."

With these words, Gloria had already thought of how to respond.