The Roots of Hatred, the Shadow of Revenge / Grand Opening, a Visit from a High-Ranking Official

May every dreamer achieve their dreams, for this is a story filled with love and dreams.

This book is a harem story. Also, the battles in this book are based on the anime. The author is not a very good gamer, so there won't be any special strategies or tactics like "sunny day/rainy day teams." The focus is on the story and the battles. Please don't criticize if you're a gamer or a battle enthusiast. That's all.

(Not a Pokémon Trainer, but a Pokémon Master)

Chapter 533 The Cause of Hatred, The Shadow of Revenge

"Mrs. Malfoy, are you leaving already?"

Inside Azkaban prison, Umbridge, with a somber expression, saw Narcissa Malfoy walking from the depths of the corridor, and a hint of curiosity appeared on his face... and of course, a subtle disdain as well.

In the hardened criminal area at the other end of the corridor, the screams and curses of that Death Eater could still be faintly heard, but Narcissa had already given up and left.

Ha, their sisterly bond is so well-acted, but when faced with a test, their true colors still show, don't they?

Umbridge is not Pure-blood, but she has always been accustomed to pretending to be Pure-blood, so her feelings toward Pure-blood noblewomen like Narcissa are actually quite complex.

Umbridge both envied and envied their lives, and often relished seeing them make fools of themselves and fall short of her own...

For example, right now.

"It looks like things won't be quiet in Bellatrix Lestrange anytime soon. I think I can leave now; after all, I'm just here to deliver news of the funeral."

Umbridge interpreted Narcissa's hasty departure as an eagerness to sever ties with the female Death Eater.

Umbridge was certain she wasn't mistaken, because she had seen this look far too many times... almost every day when she looked in the mirror.

All I have is a Muggle mother who gave birth to Squib son and a wizard father who will never amount to anything, while the other woman has a mentally unstable Death Eater sister... Compared to that, I still win~

After giving himself a little psychological suggestion, Umbridge immediately felt much better.

At least regarding the news she had just received about the mysterious disappearance of the two Dementor, she was no longer as furious as she had been when she first heard it...

The senior deputy minister, each with their own agenda, and the Pure-blood widow left Azkaban together. As Narcissa looked back at the turbulent North Sea, a hint of excitement, which she had been trying to hide, finally flashed across her face.

Very good, she finally saw a glimmer of hope to avenge her husband!

Not long ago, when Narcissa suddenly saw the blood-written words on the wall, she was so shocked and angry that she almost lost her mind. Afterwards, she fell into endless fear and had nightmares almost every night.

After she calmed down a bit, she did wonder if someone was maliciously instigating this... but the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that it was true!

There is no doubt that her husband and Harry Potter are enemies.

That damned Half-blood bastard had harbored malicious intentions back in second year, trying to frame Lucius with his underhanded Muggle methods, but thankfully he failed.

After that, when Lucius visited the Muggle crown prince, he intended to punish his bastard Muggle foster father, but unfortunately, he failed.

Narcissa knew that after that incident, that bastard Harry Potter would definitely still be thinking about revenge against her husband. For example, wasn't the magazine that had been reporting on Lucius's collusion with Pettigrew Harry Potter's magazine the same one that the Quibbler 'Peter Pettigrew articles?

Oh, and Remus Lupin too.

Her husband led a group to Hogwarts to capture the Werewolf, an operation that should have been a sure thing, but in the end it failed inexplicably!

And shortly after that, poor Lucius mysteriously disappeared, and now... no, he's never coming back!

At Hogwarts, many might not want that beast's Werewolf identity to be exposed, but weren't Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter the only two capable of taking revenge on Lucius?

Who else could it be but them? Could it be his own brother, Sirius Black, whose brain was just as mentally challenged as Bellatrix Lestrange's?

The two suspects, a principal and a student, happened to be the very people Lucius hated most in his life, leaving Narcissa unable to make a decision for a long time.

Until she attended Regulus's funeral...

The moment Narcissa saw Kreacher, she was certain that the murderer was Harry Potter!

It was that damned traitor Dobby helped her, which is why she was able to move freely through the Malfoy Manor and easily kidnap her husband!

Narcissa can't even imagine how her poor husband died, whether he suffered torture and abuse before his death...

These thoughts were like nightmares, swirling in her mind every day, leaving her no peace for even a moment.

So she wanted revenge, for the sake of her beloved husband!

Only by using blood, only by completely taking the lives of Harry Potter and those he cares about, will Narcissa be satisfied!

But... she couldn't do all of this by herself.

Harry Potter is already too powerful, even arrogant enough to openly challenge the Ministry of Ministry of Magic... Narcissa has no chance of winning against him directly.

Then she thought of the Dark Lord.

In present-day Britain, only a resurgent Dark Lord could defeat Harry Potter —the Boy Who Lived thirteen years ago!

Wanting to get to Albania and bring back the Dark Lord before Harry Potter... Narcissa knew she absolutely couldn't accomplish this on her own, so she had to race against time to find every possible helper!

For example, she recently wanted to find a way to visit Barty Crouch's Barty Crouch Sr. house...

The sky over North Sea was overcast, but the boy, 600 kilometers away, was clearly unaware that a woman who had lost a vital pillar was about to unleash a shadow of mad revenge!

"Hmph, Umbridge must be having a real headache right now~"

After successfully catching the Dementor, Harry easily learned from it who in the Ministry of Magic was causing him trouble.

Getting Dementor to confess is actually quite simple; it's nothing more than torture.

Returning to the alchemy lab at Hogwarts via the Vanishing Cabinet, I summoned my physical Patronus to capture the Dementor. While punching it in the stomach, I constantly terrified it, telling it that since it had gained the ability to communicate simply with wizards, it should use it willingly, or else I'd electrocute it like that other guy...

After such a set of threats, even the most resolute Dementor would back down, not to mention that their nature is to bully the weak and fear the strong.

However, information extracted from Dementor cannot be used as evidence, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would have already filed a complaint.

Harry's emotions were quite unusual; when he last broke into the prison, all the Dementor in Azkaban actually recognized him.

Even so, even though the Ministry of Magic knew that Harry had kidnapped Azkaban, they couldn't do anything to Harry.

The current wizarding laws have loopholes. Why can Pure-blood Wizard exploit them, but Harry Granger can't?

Furthermore, while Harry doesn't intend to use the Dementor to cause direct trouble at the Ministry of Magic, he has instructed Rita Skeeter to write an article exposing the Dementor's indiscriminate attacks on ordinary people, and incidentally criticizing the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad's inaction...

Of course, adding a conspiracy theory involving the higher-ups in the Ministry of Magic is essential.

He himself has been busy with the opening of the shop recently...

Chapter 534 Grand Opening, High-Ranking Officials Visit

July 16, 1994 (the eighth day of the sixth lunar month) is an auspicious day for opening a business...

Huge banners were unfurled over the three-story shop, colorful magical fireworks burst in the air, and the bustling activity at the shop entrance and the throngs of people inside... Harry's shop's opening was truly an unprecedented spectacle.

However, Hermione and the others, who were temporarily acting as greeters at the store entrance, all looked a bit stiff... and disgusted.

"Honestly, I should have listened to the Weasley Brothers... Even if it were called Magic Tricks House, it would sound much better than this lousy name!"

Hermione, who was clapping to welcome the guests, gritted her teeth and muttered a complaint to Luna Lovegood, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, her eyes filled with regret.

If she hadn't made a mistake in her decision, thinking that the shop's main business wasn't magical jokes, and thus rejected the name suggested by the Weasley Brothers, such a good shop wouldn't have ended up with such a terrible name.

"You should have written to me back then," Luna Lovegood said, looking speechless. "I could come up with a better name just by doing some divination with my pipe."

"Hey, I heard everything you two said." Harry leaned in behind the two girls, expressionless. "What's wrong with the name I chose? Granger Odd Jobs, it has everything, isn't that a great meaning?"

Well... Harry was just being stubborn, because he couldn't think of anything else to call him, so he just randomly picked some silver-haired, naturally curly-haired, dead-fish-eyed guy to piggyback on.

However, considering the store's future business, isn't this name quite fitting?

Granger Odd Jobs not only sells all sorts of novel magical and technological products, but also offers alchemical item modification, Potions recipe optimization, one-on-one tutoring... and if you pay enough, they can even do your summer homework.

If we also incorporated the business of the Werewolf Kill Detective Agency, we could add several more services such as matchmaking, marriage proposals, healing, and exorcism.

In short, once you enter the Odd Jobs Shop, they can create trouble out of nothing!

Of course, the reason Hermione and the others disliked the name so much is because "Odd Jobs Shop" in English means...

Doing odd jobs.

Imagine, a perfectly nice, high-end three-story shop, and they ended up giving it that awful name of a general store and housekeeping service. Wouldn't anyone be annoyed by that?

But Harry is the investor; the whole shop belongs to him. Once he makes a decision, no one dares to change it. Isn't that infuriating?

"Now that the shops are open, stop fussing around here and get to the customers. There are so many people right now, the Weasley Brothers and Senior Sister Clearwater are already overwhelmed!"

With a nonchalant shrug, Harry completely disregarded the emotional damage his terrible name had caused to everyone, and leisurely went for a stroll in the store.

There were many guests today. The Weasley Brothers' reputation was enough to attract Hogwarts students, and Harry's reputation was enough to attract almost all students and adult wizards. So much so that even though it was only mid-July, many young wizards had brought forward their shopping, which should have been done before the start of the school year, to this day because of the shop's opening.

For example, Colin and Astoria Greengrass from the Detective Society had the same idea in mind.

Moreover, Colin was accompanied by a little boy who looked somewhat like him, with similar gray-brown hair. The boy appeared to be around ten years old and was only about as tall as Harry and the others.

"Harry, this is my younger brother Dennis Creevey. He's going to Hogwarts this year, so I brought him along to get all his school supplies ready," Colin said happily as he introduced the two.

"That's great," Harry said with a smile, extending his hand to tiny Dennis. "I'm Harry Granger, it's nice to meet you."

"Hello! It's so great to see you here!" Dennis quickly grasped Harry's hand, his eyes shining with excitement.

Judging from his appearance, he must have been influenced quite a bit by Colin, the president of the Harry Potter fan club, at home.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Harry led the Creevey brothers on a tour of the first floor of the shop, but he quickly regretted it...

Skiving Snackboxes, Nosebleed Nougat, Daydream Charm... If the professors at Hogwarts knew that they were actually selling these things with the Weasley Brothers, they'd probably all come over and protest with banners.

Meanwhile, Astoria Greengrass was looking around blankly, seemingly searching for something.

"Will isn't here." Hermione saw right through her.

"Huh? How could this be... No, I wasn't just looking for him." The girl lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly, but still asked weakly, "I thought he would come along too."

"Will won't be staying at my house during the summer, and it's not very convenient for him to go out," Hermione explained with a laugh. "But, in a while, you might see him during the Quidditch World Cup final."

"Oh, I see..."

The little girl, about to enter second grade, quietly concealed her slight disappointment and followed Hermione as they browsed the store.

"Harry, come here for a second."

After working for most of the day and seeing off the Creevey brothers, who were practically the last customers, Luna Lovegood called Harry out of the shop.

She raised her hand and pointed to the street corner. Following the direction of his finger, Harry saw a wizard with a serious expression and wearing a rigid robe.

"Is that Scrimgeour?" Harry frowned slightly, wondering what was going on, but the other person had already strode over.

"Hello, Harry Granger, I'm here to congratulate you on the opening of your new store," Scrimgeour said dryly to Harry.

His timing was perfect; he arrived just in time to avoid the previous peak hours, so he didn't attract much attention.

"Congratulations?" Harry raised an eyebrow slightly. "Mr. Scrimgeour, what brings you this joy?"

The recent series of controversies, both large and small, have made it an open secret that Harry's relationship with the Ministry of Magic is strained. Ministry of Magic officials generally avoid contact with Harry, let alone powerful officials like Scrimgeour.

"I'm here to deliver the bounty. I've taken over Peter Pettigrew Peter's case. You were the one who captured him, so naturally I'm handing over his bounty to you." Scrimgeour handed over a money box clearly enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm. "Here's ten thousand Galleon. You can count it."

"No need for an inventory check; I trust your character." Harry chuckled as he took the money box. "Mr. Scrimgeour, is there something else you'd like to discuss with me today?"

To be fair, even if Scrimgeour was ostracized because of his bad temper and lack of backing, he shouldn't be without a single capable subordinate. It's just a bounty; why would a Head of the Auror Office need to personally make such a fuss?

"That's right."

Scrimgeour wasn't surprised that Harry could see through his intentions, after all, he already knew that this 14-year-old boy was more powerful than many 40-year-old wizards.

"Then please come upstairs." Harry turned around and gestured for them to come up, leading Scrimgeour up to the third floor of the shop...

Chapter 535 Scrimgeour, Worthy of Admiration

The store manager's office on the third floor was supposed to be used by Lupin after the store opened, but he hasn't been feeling well lately, and today was mainly Harry and his friends' day, so he didn't come.

Harry brought Scrimgeour here, and after they were seated as host and guest, he made him a cup of black tea and asked him directly about the reason.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, what brings you here today?"

"I want to know the details of how you captured Peter Pettigrew, and what exactly happened back then!" Scrimgeour asked bluntly. "Also, is it true that Fudge and the others were controlled, as reported in the Quibbler?"

"The details are simple: Peter Pettigrew kidnapped Xenophilius Lovegood and lured me to his hideout— Witanhurst Mansion in Highgate Village. I dealt with the ambush there, killed him in the fight, and then rescued Xenophilius Lovegood," Harry said casually. "As for what happened at the Ministry of Magic, I admit it's true, but believe it or not is up to you."