Chapter 722 (1/2)

Harry had a deep dream. In fact, his spirit was completely emptied by overwork. Darkness is the eternal peace.

I don't know how long it took Harry to wake up.

He couldn't open his eyes because of the warmth and fatigue, and he wanted to sleep again. It was still dark in the room, which made him think the night was not over and he didn't sleep long.

Then Harry heard a whisper nearby.

”If you don't close the door, they'll wake him up.”

”What are they calling? Surely nothing else has happened, has it Harry opened his eyes, which were aching with fatigue.

Someone took off his glasses, and he could only see the vague outlines of Mrs. Weasley and bill nearby.

Mrs. Weasley is squatting. ”That's Cornell fudge,” she muttered. ”And Professor McGonagall's, isn't it? What are they arguing about? ”

Harry can hear clearly that someone is going to the hospital wing while they are arguing.

”It's a pity, but still, McGonagall -” exclaimed Cornell fudge.

”You shouldn't have brought it into the castle.” Professor McGonagall exclaimed, ”when Dumbledore found out --”

Harry heard the door of the hospital smashed open.

Bill reopened the curtain, and all the other bedside people, looking at the door, didn't notice that Harry sat up and put on his glasses.

Fudge marched into the ward. Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. Followed.

”Dumbledore didn't come?” Fudge asked Mrs. Weasley.

”He's not here,” Mrs. Weasley said angrily. ”It's a ward, sir, don't you think you'd better --”

but then the door opened and Dumbledore walked in quickly.

”What happened?” Dumbledore looked at fudge and McGonagall and said, ”why do you disturb these people? Mileva, I'm surprised - I told you to watch Barty crouch Jr.

”there's no need to watch him anymore, Dumbledore,” she shrieked. ”This gentleman has got someone to look after him.”

Harry had never seen Professor McGonagall lose control like he is now. Her cheeks were colored with anger, her hands were fists, and she was shaking with anger.

”When we told Mr. fudge that we had caught the corpse eater who led to this evening's incident,” snape said quietly, ”he seemed to feel that his personal safety was a problem. He insisted on calling in a Dementor to accompany him into the castle. He took it to Barty Crouch's office. ”

”I told him you wouldn't agree, Dumbledore,” roared Professor McGonagall. ”I told him you would never allow Dementors to step into the castle, but --”

”my dear lady!” ”As Minister of magic, I have the right to decide whether to take bodyguards with me. When I visit someone who is likely to be dangerous...”