Chinese students at Hogwarts

Zhang Xiao said goodbye to everyone, walked out of the corner, pushed past the worried little wizards who were discussing random conjectures, and came to the Gryffindor students.

"Fred, George!"

The twin brothers, who were lowering their voices and discussing whether to take this opportunity to bring laughter to everyone again (promoting prankster props), were startled.

He looked back and said in unison:

"open?"

Zhang Xiao stopped the two of them by their shoulders and took them to another remote corner:

"Guys, please do me a favor. Lend me the Marauder's Map."

The twins showed identical surprised expressions at the same time, their eyebrows raised high and their eyes widened:

"Zhang, how did you know we had this baby?"

"We never told anyone else"

"Don't worry about this. Lend it to me first. I need it."

The twins looked at each other, shrugged, and furtively took out the folded map from their arms:

"Here - can you use it?"

Zhang Xiao also put the map away and nodded.

The two brothers were even more curious:

"How can you use it? Unless you know it"

"Prongs? Padfoot? Moony? Wormtail?"

The reason why I am not in a hurry to see the map is because it is too troublesome to explain.

If you don't explain it once or twice, it's okay. If you do it too much, people will be afraid. They will be afraid of why you will know other people's well-hidden secrets.

If you still want to live a normal life, don't let yourself be too weird and don't break away from other people's perceptions.

"It's a long story. Time is urgent now. I'll get down to business first, but there's one more thing I need your help with.

——Do you know if there is a secret passage leading outside the auditorium? "

The two brothers were stunned for a moment, then showed a tacit and confident smile.

Dumbledore stood next to Hagrid, calm as if nothing had happened, only his eyes as deep as the sea seemed to be brewing a storm.

"Connelly, are you saying that the Ministry of Magic has identified Hagrid as the alleged murderer?"

Standing in front of Dumbledore was a very strange-looking man.

He was short, stocky, stocky, with messy gray hair and an anxious look on his face.

Compared with the tall Dumbledore, he was like a short potato.

The clothes he wore were a strange hodgepodge: a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cloak, and purple pointed boots.

Under his arm was a dark green top hat.

It was Cornelius Fudge, the British Minister for Magic.

At this moment, the powerful Minister of Magic did not dare to look directly into Dumbledore's eyes. Instead, he turned his face sideways and stared at Hagrid's big teapot.

"I don't want to either, Albus.

But look. Fudge said unnaturally, "Hagrid's criminal record is not good for him."

The Ministry of Magic had to take some measures - it had contacted the school board. "

"Prior record?" Dumbledore took a step forward and looked down at Fudge, with a hint of chill in his tone.

"We all know what that so-called criminal record is, Connelly.

Or is the Ministry just looking for a scapegoat? "

Fudge was silent for a while. He looked up at Dumbledore with some fear, but his heart was full of anger.

That's it, it's always been like this. Umbridge was right, and so were the purebloods who treated her with respect.

Dumbledore - never took himself seriously, never regarded himself as the Minister of Magic!

He changed his approach and turned to Hagrid, who was standing beside him at a loss:

"It's terrible, Hagrid," Fudge said in a heavy tone, "It's terrible, three attacks, over forty victims!

They are all young wizards. When I got the news, I felt like the sky was falling. I could even imagine the huge negative impact this news would have on Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic if it spread.

Parents will gather to denounce you, me, Albus, denounce the professor!

He paused and ignored Dumbledore's increasingly sharp eyes:

“If you look at it from my perspective,” he said, playing with his top hat, “I’m stressed out.

Something had to be done.

If it turns out it's not Hagrid, he will come back. But I had to take him away. Shouldn’t I fulfill my duty—”

"I don't think I'll let you do that."

Dumbledore finally spoke again, standing in front of Hagrid:

"As the principal, I can't just let you take away the school's professors!"

Fudge's grip on Polite's hand gradually tightened, even trembling slightly, and he finally looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes for the first time.

His nose flapped, a faint blush appeared on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Dumbledore! I knew-"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Dumbledore, I'm afraid you are no longer the Headmaster!"

Lucius strode into Hagrid's hut. He was tightly wrapped in a long black traveling cloak, with a cold smile on his face.

Yaya started barking.

"You are here, dear Mr. Minister," he said with satisfaction, "Very good, very good."

"What are you doing here?" Hagrid said angrily. "Get out of my house!"

"Dear friend, please believe me, I am not happy to enter your - oh - you call this a house?"

Lucius Malfoy looked around this small humble room and sneered.

"I just came to the school to have a look and someone told me the principal was here."

"What did you just say, Lucius?"

Dumbledore asked softly, as if an old man hadn't heard clearly, politely asking to say it again.

"Don't doubt your hearing, Mr. Dumbledore"

Lucius slowly took out a long roll of parchment.

“The board feels it’s time to let you go.

This is the removal order - you'll see all twelve directors have signed it.

We feel that you may not be using your talents.

How many attacks have occurred so far? How many little wizards have been harmed? "

Fudge didn't say a word, it was like he didn't exist.

Hagrid stood up abruptly, his big, fluffy, black head scraping against the ceiling.

"How many people did you threaten and blackmail to get them to agree, eh, Malfoy?"

"Threat? Blackmail? Coercion?" Lucius showed a sneer:

"To tell you the truth, we gave Dumbledore a chance, but we didn't see any effective measures. Even to this day, we are trying to give Mr. Dumbledore a chance.

But when the news came that forty little wizards had been attacked - even the children of the school director's family.

All the directors signed it immediately, so..."

Lucius's face became colder and colder, and his voice became cold and scary:

"It's your favorite principal who failed to live up to his expectations, do you understand? You're so stupid?"

"You can't take Dumbledore away!" Hagrid shouted, making Fang the big hound tremble in the basket and whine.

"I'm afraid this is not something you can decide!"

Lucius said a word lightly, turned to Fudge, and bowed slightly:

"It seems that you have made a decision before?"

Fudge finally stood up at this moment. He seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation with Dumbledore:

"Take Rubeus Hagrid away!"

The two Aurors immediately stepped forward and wanted to lock him up, but were stopped by Dumbledore. The Aurors pulled out their wands, and although they were afraid, they still pointed at him:

"This has nothing to do with you, Professor Dumbledore, please don't hinder us from carrying out our official duties!"

"Kingsley" Dumbledore looked at the face of the Auror in front of him, the anger in his eyes softened a little.

"It's your duty, Professor!"

"Where is the responsibility?" Dumbledore closed his eyes, but suddenly a sentence came to his mind:

"What should you do if those who are weaker than you but want to do evil use the rules they set to force you?"

The boy stood in front of him and said loudly:

"Strong people need restraint, but it is definitely not a rule set by a random ruler. They should have self-restraint and set a bottom line and code of conduct for themselves."

A palpitating feeling of terror slowly spread from Dumbledore's body.

It was like sitting in a small boat, watching the storm slowly approaching in the distance.

It was even suffocating. Except for Hagrid, everyone felt as if their hearts were being grasped hard and crushed bit by bit.

Cold sweat soaked the clothes on his back almost instantly.

Fudge groaned and said in a frightened voice, almost pleading:

"Albus! Do you want to - do you want to destroy the authority of the Ministry of Magic? Destroy the order?"

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