Chapter 24.3- Doom Days

“Do you agree that Headmaster Dumbledore deserves some of the blame for the attack at the Yule Ball?” Ooh, he could ask hard-hitting questions for sure.

“A few weeks ago, I fought a death eater who had been using polyjuice to disguise himself as a legendary auror. This fact was widely reported, even if the story broke later than it happened. Everyone knew this had happened. Yet, Hogwart’s Headmaster did nothing to alter the wards to make it impossible for the same thing to happen again. I won’t join the bandwagon that seems intent on blaming Headmaster Dumbledore for everything under the sun, but I do think that if I had been in his place and a flaw in my security like that one had been pointed out, I would have taken steps to address it. I do not believe that the blame is entirely his. The Ministry allowed dozens of wizards to make their way into the Nation with no barriers in place to stop them, but some of the blame is Dumbledore’s for sure.” He was practically salivating as he took note of every word I said.

“Now your last question?” I asked when he seemed to be too indecisive.

“What do you have to say to the people of Magical Britain now?”

“If I had to say only one thing, I would ask for us all to come together. Together, Magical Britain can not be beaten by any threat. We should support the lawful authorities at this point, rather than tearing them down. We should avoid panic. There is nothing to be panicked about. This is the greatest nation in the world. We produced Merlin. We beat Grindlewald. Voldemort was not enough to break us. Remain strong, fear not, and trust. Those are my words for the people of Britain.” I said with a smile. He was smiling as well.

“Thank you, Mr. Potter” He stretched out a hand for a handshake. I took it.

“It’s a pleasure, Galahad. Just do not forget your obligations. And well, if I find that you have altered my words in any way or otherwise taken them out of context…” I let the implication hang as I squeezed briefly and tightly.

“Ahh” he groaned, and I let go. There was a massive bruise there. I tried to not let my shock show, turning around and heading straight to the Portkey room. The ritual was beginning to take effect, I noticed.

No magic could cause instantaneous change without serious mojo behind it, so the ritual was designed to take effect over seven days, and it seemed one of the effects, enhanced strength was already beginning to show. I’d have to be careful with that.