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Chapter 326 Routine Prophecy
"I actually don't understand. Does Fuji really not understand the current situation? After all this, he still thinks that Crouch, you and I are all lying?"

Facing Sherlock's question, Dumbledore looked tired.

"It's not that he doesn't understand, it's that he can't see through. The desire for power and the fear of Voldemort have completely blinded his eyes."

"To be honest, he was not such a person at the beginning. He and Batty were candidates for the Minister of Magic at the time, but no one thought he would be elected at the time, even himself. Treat yourself as an escort for that election."

"Until it was exposed that Barty Jr. was a Death Eater, he, who didn't even think he could be a minister, became the only choice."

"When he first became a minister, he was not very confident in his ability, because everyone, including himself, knew that Crouch's ability was actually much stronger than him, and he could do as much as he is now. The position is purely due to his luck."

"So during that time, he often ran to me. Basically, he would come to consult me ​​on all the major events that happened in the magic world. I usually rarely give him advice. He is an elected minister, not Somebody's puppet."

"After that, after sitting in this position of minister for several years, his ambition and desire became bigger and bigger as time went by, and he also became more confident."

"He rarely comes to me again when he encounters problems, but he has made a group of friends who fit his status."

When Dumbledore said this, Sherlock couldn't help but think of someone.

"Lucius Malfoy?"

"That's right, this is the only group of people with status in the magic world. Connelly himself is also from a wizard family, but his family is not prominent. Those ancient families who claimed to be pure blood didn't look down on him at all. wizards, are slightly better than Muggle families and half-bloods."

"But after he took the position of Minister of Magic, the attitude of these people became more approachable, which made Fudge become friends with them naturally."

"So these friends of his would whisper things in his ear that people couldn't help thinking about, especially about me."

Dumbledore's eyes were calm, apparently he was not ignorant of some things.

"Fudge's mentality has undergone obvious changes. His essence is not bad, but as I said before, his ability is not strong, and it can be called stupid to put it harshly. He really began to believe me It will threaten the position of his minister, and this time, I, together with Barty, is carrying out a subversive operation against the government he organized."

"He also experienced the period when Voldemort imposed white terror on the wizarding world. The fear of Voldemort made him subconsciously avoid the fact that this person who has no news for more than ten years will come back."

"That's why he tried his best to deny it. From his point of view, as long as he admits it, the title of Minister Fudge will no longer exist."

Sherlock couldn't help frowning.

"Totally stupid."

Still staring at the fire in the fireplace, Dumbledore said something meaningful.

"Some people change so easily, just because they are in a different position and come into contact with different people. But some people never change, even if he is dead and now he will come back to life."

Naturally, Sherlock didn't come here to talk to him about these things, he asked straightforwardly.

"How do you think about the thing I said before? Whether you agree or not, I have to start preparing earlier now."

Dumbledore tapped his right thumb lightly with his left thumb.

"If you really want to do it, get ready."

In the end, he still made a compromise with Sherlock, but he looked at Sherlock with extremely serious eyes.

"However, you have to be clear about one thing, Sherlock, I'm already a bad old man, Harry and the others still need time to really grow up, and there are not many people who can play a leading role in the middle."

Sherlock smiled at him.

"Don't say it like goodbye, I don't like this atmosphere, professor. Besides, the era we live in may end, but people like us will never disappear. The greatest of the twentieth century The White Wizard is Dumbledore, and another great figure will also appear in the 21st century, which is inevitable for inheritance. And what we have to do now is to complete the things that should belong to us.”

As he spoke, he turned his back to Dumbledore and waved.

"When I say this, I always feel goosebumps all over my body. I am really not a person who is suitable for talking big things. See you later, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore looked at his back and couldn't help showing a smile on his face. He smiled and shook his head and waved his hands.

"See you, best Hogwarts professor, Sherlock Forrest."

When Sherlock returned to the office, Silk stood there expressionlessly in front of his office door.

She was also holding a crystal ball that looked like a prophecy, in which was floating a wonderful substance like a nebula.

"Aha, come to see me, are you planning to agree to go to Diagon Alley with me this weekend? I told you a long time ago that it's time to go to Madam Malkin's robe shop to order a new suit. It’s beautiful, but a bit monotonous.”

After the Christmas ball, Sherlock and Silk's attitude towards getting along has changed significantly.

Of course Silk could sense this, she didn't know what happened in the middle, but it was obviously a good thing for her, at least on some issues Sherlock no longer avoided or avoided her deliberately.

It's just that she came to him this time because of other more important things.

"I performed a simple divination on you today." She seemed to be trying her best to keep her voice calm.

Sherlock's eyes widened, doubts written all over his face.

"Wait? What do you mean by routine!"

"It's not important." Her eyes hidden under the black ribbon were fixed on Sherlock, obviously not joking, "What matters is whether you are planning to do something or not?"

The expression on Sherlock's face was restrained, and he was also looking at Silk.

"I just came back from Dumbledore's office and said something to him."

"Don't do this!"

(End of this chapter)