Chapter 137

NO!

Something inside him stirred, and Harry's scar lit on fire.

How dare it?! came the thought from a deep corner of his mind. He had a life to live and people to live it for. The house elves and werewolves he wanted to help, the friends he had made, the family he had gained…how dare it this thing try to take all that away from him?!

That small alien part of his mind stirred and fed those thoughts, manipulating and creating a particular emotion and giving it so much power that it dwarfed any sorrow or fear that the Dementor inspired.

Rage.

The one emotion a Dementor had no control over.

A burning hot feeling started in Harry's stomach, fighting the bone-chilling cold of the Dementor's breath on his skin. His hands gained a life of their own as they snapped up and grabbed the Dementor's head.

And on the command of some deep buried instinct, with all that he had left, he roared.

A brilliant white pillar of fire erupted from his mouth, and tore away at the monster's skeletal face, broiling and incinerating its entire head. With its head burned off, the Dementor dropped motionless onto Harry, unmoving, before it turned into dust.

Drained, and immensely exhausted, Harry passed out.

It was about an hour before he reopened his eyes, and another half hour before he was able to pull together enough strength to pull himself to his feet. He then acknowledged the screens in front of him.

Ping!

You have gained a total of 38,954 Exp!

Ping!

You have gained a new skill!

Dragon's Breath, Lv-1

A concentrated breath of fire mimicking the magical properties of Dragon fire. Capable of burning through almost anything, and can be used for metal work too.

1% level of control

Cost - 1000 MP

Looking around at the now empty ID, Harry waved away the screen and began the arduous task of picking up all the loot. All in all, it totaled out at a very decent haul.

9,000£

1080 G

18 x Wiggenwald potions(Low)

5 x Sleakeazy's Hair Potion

2 x SkeleGrow potion

Healing shrubs

50 ropes

32 spears

2 x DeFranco 2024 t-shirts

Dementor's Skull - Crafting Item

Heading back to the ID's version of the Flamel's flat and into his room, Harry muttered "ID Escape" and immediately fell onto his bed, intending to sleep through the next week.

Which was why he was extremely displeased when Perenelle shook him awake less than three hours after he'd fallen asleep.

Apparently, today was the day he was supposed to go to the Ministry for his tour, and he'd completely forgotten.

'Bugger,' he thought.

Thankfully, Gamer's Mind was enough to cover up his half exhausted state, and he quickly put on his best robes and enchanted the pocket to hold Hedwig comfortably before putting her in there.

Running down the stairs, he received strict instructions from Nicholas to go straight to the Chief Warlock's office, from where he would be shown through the ministry by whomever the Minister thought fit to show him around.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the Floo fireplace of the building, turned the fire green with the Floo powder, and enunciated the address clearly,

Ministry of Magic

And he was off, spinning and hurtling through great distances, as the lights and sound flew past him. Soon, his feet found ground, and for once, he didn't fly out of the fireplace but walked out with some dignity intact.

A shrill voice rang out in his ears.

"Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium. The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," said the woman's voice.

Harry couldn't care less. His mouth had fallen open at the sight in front of him.

He was standing at one side of a very long and splendid hall with a highly polished, dark wood floor. The peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with gleaming golden symbols that kept moving and changing like some enormous heavenly noticeboard. The wall's on each side were paneled in shiny dark wood and had many gilded fireplaces set into them, one of which he had just come out of. Every few seconds a witch or wizard would emerge from one of the left-hand fireplaces with a soft whoosh. On the right-hand side, short queues were forming before each fireplace, waiting to depart.

Seeing that a queue was forming at his own fireplace, Harry quickly apologized to the frazzled looking woman in front of the line and walked ahead into the Atrium.

Halfway down the hall was a fountain. A group of golden statues, larger than life-size, stood in the middle of a circular pool. Tallest of them all was a noble-looking wizard with his wand pointing straight up in the air. Grouped around him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house elf. The last three were all locking adoringly up at the witch and wizard. Glittering jets of water were flying from the ends of their wands, the point of the centaurs a tow, the tip of the goblin's hat and each of the house-elf's ears, so that the tinkling hiss of falling water was added to the pops and cracks of the apparitions and the clatter of footsteps as hundreds of witches and wizards, most of whom were wearing glum, early-morning looks, strode towards a set of golden gates at the far end of the hall.

Harry's smile of wonder slipped a little at this. Was this how most wizards believed magical creatures saw them?

He joined the crowd of people, wending his way between the Ministry workers, some of whom were carrying dangerously wavering piles of parchment, others battered briefcases; still others were reading the Daily Prophet while they walked. As he passed the fountain Harry saw silver Sickles and bronze Knuts glinting up at him from the bottom of the pool. A small smudged sign beside it read:

ALL PROCEEDS FROM THE FOUNTAIN OF MAGICAL BRETHREN WILL BE GIVEN TO ST MUNGO'S HOSPITAL FOR MAGICAL MALADIES AND INJURIES.

Harry pulled out a few galleons and dropped them into the pool, before he made his way towards a corner towards the left of the atrium, where, seated at a desk beneath a sign saying 'Security', a badly-shaven wizard in peacock blue robes looked up as he approached and put down his Daily Prophet.

"Step over here," said the wizard in a bored voice.

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