The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

Thousands of miles away, the 'London Fog', so notorious that it once made London the Fog City famous around the world, is now floating on a dirty river.

The river meanders, with overgrown weeds and piles of garbage on both sides, but at the end of the river stands a magnificent textile factory.

It was entrenched in the darkness, with only a huge shadow leaking out, eerie and ominous.

There was silence all around, except for the whimpering of the dark river water.

A rat big enough to make you wonder if it's mutated slinks down the river bank, sniffing hopefully at a few fish and potato chip wrappers deep in the weeds.

At this moment, a large carriage pulled by six flying horses appeared in the night sky.

It made a big turn in mid-air and finally stopped on the river bank.

Sitting outside holding the carriage was Little Button.

His expression was not very good-looking, but he still managed a smile, opened the curtain and said to Newland inside:

"Mr. Feld, do you think this is Spinning Street?"

Newland, who was dozing off with his head tilted, groaned and leaned out.

The cold wind outside the carriage finally made his groggy head clearer.

When he saw the smelly river, Newland's brows wrinkled for a moment, then immediately relaxed, and said with a smile:

"Yes, it's right here. Although your car is parked a little far away, it doesn't matter. I can just walk the rest of the way by myself, and I can sober up at the same time."

Newland said as he jumped out of the carriage and bowed to the little button to express his gratitude.

This made Little Button finally relax.

It has been almost 3 hours since the two of them left Forli Castle.

Since Little Button had never been to Spinning Street in person, Little Button took the carriage and Newlan to apparate more than 6 times in the past three hours before finally finding this remote place.

Sending Newland home has taken far longer than Little Button expected.

Although there were other house elves at home, Little Button felt very guilty when he thought about his little master and his master calling his name but not seeing him appear in front of them immediately.

So after saying goodbye to Newland in a hurry, the little button turned into a shadow and disappeared with a crackle.

And as the small button disappeared, there was also the smile on Newland's face.

He turned his head, looked at the smelly river and the factory at the end of the river with some disgust, and walked quickly towards the rows of alleys made of dilapidated brick houses not far away.

The environment in the alley is actually not much better than that by the river.

As soon as the snowflakes falling from the sky landed on the ragged ground, they would be heated and turn into liquid again.

This made the ground damp and filled with extremely dense and dirty puddles.

Some of the puddles were so big that they covered an entire section of the road, almost seeping into the homes of people on the street.

Whenever he saw this scene, Newland began to miss the beautiful streets of Diagon Alley with its gutters and drainage channels.

Although similar things were built on the streets of Fangsha Street, it is regrettable that the drainage channels and gutters of Fangsha Street did not discharge sewage.

The only thing they and the garbage accumulated inside them can do is create a lot of stench that poisons the residents.

This is not alarmist talk.

The drainage channel of Spinning Street leads directly to the smelly river from which Newland came.

So the smell you smell when standing on the shore and in Spinning Street is actually exactly the same.

If I had to describe it, the smell was like the smell of various chemical reagents mixed with rotten food residue after fermentation.

Now is the cold winter.

If it were summer, ordinary people on both sides of the smelly river and the spinning street would not have the courage to walk in.

Covering his mouth and nose skillfully, Newland continued walking deeper into the street.

Several streetlights were broken, and Newland's figure jumping between dirty puddles was sometimes illuminated by the light, sometimes shrouded in darkness.

He walked past the dilapidated, boarded-up windows, his footsteps echoing on the slippery cobblestones.

This kind of focused approach is particularly difficult for a drunk person.

But as he gradually went deeper into the street, the corners of Newlan's mouth slowly rose.

He finally stopped in front of a house.

Dim light shined through the cracks in the curtains of a room downstairs, and a figure was printed on the window.

The moment he saw this figure, the smile on Newland's face was extremely bright.

He squeezed the bag of traceless stretching spells given to him by Si Gefen in his arms, and eagerly opened the door and walked in.

"Mom! I'm back!"

Newlan's joyful and excited voice made the person by the window turn around.

This is an old woman who looks to be at least 60 years old.

She was wearing an old and faded but clean floral sweater - the stitching on it was very fine, but the colors were so irregular that it had no sense of beauty, as if she had pieced together some variegated wool and made it herself. Same.

The gray hair was specially tied into a retro hairstyle. This hairstyle originated from the royal family of the country of Yu was originally supposed to be extremely noble, but now it fell on the old woman's head because of her dry hair that had no elasticity at all. And it gets a little weird.

The old woman's eyes didn't seem to be very good.

She squinted her eyes and looked at Newland for a long time, then complained:

"Newland, why did you come back? I was wondering if you were taken away by the big rat by the river!"

Newland looked delighted as his mother told him the words she used to scare him from going to the river as a child.

Because he had already seen a steaming small turkey placed on the small table behind his mother, with many carrots cut into small pieces scattered on it.

Although the old woman kept complaining, the corners of her mouth kept rising.

She pulled up another old wooden chair on the side of the table and said to Newland:

"Why don't you come sit down quickly? I've already reheated the turkey three times!"

Newlan's eyes fell on the old woman's calloused right hand, which was missing her ring finger and little finger. There was a trace of mist in her eyes, but she hurriedly agreed:

"Hey! It's coming!"

As he spoke, he quickly walked forward and sat on the chair. The old woman had already helped him put a large chicken drumstick in a bowl, which was also covered with a thick layer of chopped radish.

He took a deep breath, made enough preparations, and then, under the close attention of the old woman, he suddenly took a large mouthful of carrots stewed until they were crispy and shredded into his mouth, chewed them twice casually, and then swallowed them quickly. Such as taking medicine.

Seeing this, the old woman touched Newlan's head as gently as before, and the wrinkles on her face were like an old chrysanthemum under the smile.

This made Newland eat even more enthusiastically, but at the same time, the tears in his eyes finally fell uncontrollably.

He actually doesn't like carrots, but carrots are always the star on Newland's table.

He still remembers that his mother always forced him to eat more carrots when he was a child.

For a long time, Newland thought this was because carrots were very cheap. It wasn't until he went to Hogwarts to take Potions class that he realized the deeper meaning.

Carrots can detoxify...

After finishing the meal with almost tears, the old woman stood up with hunched body to clean up, but was pulled back by Newland.

Facing the old woman's confused gaze, Newland licked his lower lips and untied the sealing rope of the seamless stretch bag.

ding ding ding...

Hundreds of gold galleons and an entire gold candlestick were dumped on the table.

Under the dim light, the gold reflected the golden light, and the whole small room suddenly lit up several degrees.

The small wooden table that had served the Newland family for more than 20 years groaned under the pressure, but the old woman surprisingly did not feel distressed.

Her face was full of surprise and surprise, and her cloudy eyes were covered with a bright golden color.

But this luster quickly disappeared, and the surprise on the old woman's face instantly turned into a look of horror.

"Mom, we can move from here! What do you think of going to the city of London? The environment there has been very well managed over the years, at least it is better than Spinning Street. Not to mention there is the best hospital there. and public facilities, we…”

Nulan said excitedly unconsciously, but midway through his words, the old woman's trembling hands grasped his arm.

"what have you done?"

The old woman's voice was distorted by fear.

Newland smiled and explained:

"I found a good boss."

"How can you, a student who hasn't even graduated from high school, have a boss to help you earn so much gold!"

The old woman suddenly raised her voice, and then, as if she had thought of something, she stretched out her hands to check Newland's chest and abdomen.

"You can't find the incision. I didn't sell my kidneys or other organs of my body. I've told you before that the school I'm in is quite special and the things it teaches are far more useful than other schools." Newland He continued, "And I am one of the most outstanding students in this school. It is inevitable that my boss will appreciate me. You don't have to worry. From now on, you just need to concentrate on enjoying yourself!"

The old woman's panic was not relieved by Newland's comfort.

But Newland was not worried. He just comforted his mother over and over again and described to her the beautiful life in the future.

He actually knew exactly what his mother was worried about.

It's just that he doesn't agree with his mother's ideas.

Living in the current social environment, children from poor families trying to get rich are like gambling, or playing at the gambling tables of crooks. It would be great to have a condition where risks and returns are equal.

Just like today.

Although he almost died under Gringotts, he also gained a lot of gold galleons and gold products.

As for qualities such as kindness, benevolence and righteousness that his mother always asked of him, Newland was completely dismissive of them.

After all, his father showed no similar qualities when he left mother and son without saying goodbye, nor did the factory owner show similar qualities when his mother was injured and disabled in the textile factory where they were forced to breathe. Those high-ranking officials during the poison gas attack did not show similar qualities...

The law of the jungle is the underlying logic of this world.

Kindness or something like that, Newland felt that maybe he would want to pursue it after he became rich and powerful, just like Si Gefen did now, but at least not now.

His main focus now should be on improving his and his mother's living conditions.

In this regard, Link is undoubtedly a pretty perfect boss.

Because Link can not only give him money, but also give him privileges!

The privilege he coveted!

Newland had actually long wanted to use magic to improve his mother's physical condition.

He even saved his own money and secretly prepared a bottle of rejuvenation potion and powerful healing potion to help his mother recover her eyesight and broken fingers. However, after the potions were prepared, he did not dare to take the last step.

He knows it all too well.

The Ministry of Magic monitors wizards like him who come from a pure Muggle family absolutely in all aspects.

Don't talk about drinking magic potion for your mother.

If he dared to reveal anything about Hogwarts and the wizarding world to his mother, the next moment Aurors and beaters would break in and arrest him.

Now, he believed that this privilege, which had long been reserved only for pure-blood noble wizards, would soon fall into his hands.

He is very confident about it.

To be precise, he has confidence in Link, the boss he follows.

Listening to his mother's nagging, Newland stood up with a smile and started to put the dirty dishes and gold coins on the dining table. He was in a very beautiful mood.

……

Ministry of Magic.

Office of the Minister.

The lights here were not turned on, and Fudge just sat silently in the darkness.

There was also a miniature Christmas tree on the desk in front of him.

The magical aura decorated on this tree is the only light in the entire office.

This light hit Fudge's face, and what it reflected was a face of panic.

Just a few hours ago, he received news that Voldemort led a large number of Death Eaters to loot Gringotts, and along the way, Gringotts and a small half of Diagon Alley were razed to the ground.

Although the official who came to report to him swore that this was the truth, and there were more than twenty witnesses at the scene, Fudge still didn't believe it.

In other words, he was not willing to accept the fact that Voldemort had returned.

But just then, Scrimgeour, covered in blood, limped into his office regardless of the horrified looks of the people around him, and told him another piece of news.

What happened in Gringotts and Diagon Alley is true.

But Death Eaters and Voldemort weren't the only ones there.

To be precise, in addition to the Death Eaters and Aurors, there was another equally powerful force present.

The result of the battle between the three parties was that the more than 100 Aurors and strikers he brought over this time were almost completely wiped out!

This is almost half of the current military strength of the Ministry of Magic!

Then, with a ferocious expression, Scrimgeour proposed to him that the Ministry of Magic should enter a state of war and provide unlimited funding to the Auror Office.

Yes, Scrimgeour had given him notice, not advice.

This is the best description of Scrimgeour's original tone.

After saying these words, Scrimgeour slammed the door and walked out.

Fudge was left sitting alone in the office, his face pale, and his whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cave!