The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

Old Tom isn't the only one holding a newspaper these days.

Out of feedback to his customers, Old Tom generously subscribed to more than 20 copies of the Daily Prophet and posted them directly on the countertop of the Leaky Cauldron for guests to read.

Ever since, this directly led to a strange scene appearing in the Leaky Cauldron - dozens of ferocious-looking strong men who were supposed to be drinking from large bowls and eating meat, all lying on the table and reading newspapers with great concentration, some with uneasy eyes. The person who was too good even put up a magnifying glass and muttered loudly.There are also a very small number of illiterate people who are scratching their heads and begging for others to read it out for them.It’s so serious that people who don’t know the truth would think it’s an OWL exam venue!

Of course, this scene only lasted a short moment.

When everyone clearly read the report in this issue of the Daily Prophet, especially after seeing the W-shaped and sea monster-shaped shield magic marks blooming over the French Ministry of Magic, the entire Leaky Cauldron immediately boiled!

"Ho-Long live the Ministry of Magic! Long live Lord Foley!"

"We are victorious!"

"French frog! Vulnerable!"

……

The loud sound made Old Tom's eardrums hurt, but his face was filled with a smile of extreme happiness.

Because he knows that today's wine sales will definitely reach a new high.

Of course, not everyone is so excited.

There were still many people in the huge bar with doubts and confusion on their faces.

One of the young boys approached Old Tom and asked tentatively:

"Boss Tom, if I remember correctly, it seems that our army from the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China just set out yesterday, right? Why did we directly announce the conquest of the Ministry of Magic of France and Lion Heart Street today? This is wrong no matter how you think about it!"

The smile on Old Tom's face stopped abruptly.

He turned his head, looked at the young man up and down with a slightly expectant look and said:

"You must be from the Yu country, right?"

"Ah, yes. I am an Irishman, and I have been learning alchemy from the leprechauns before. Recently, I heard that the Ministry of Magic of the United States was recruiting soldiers, so I hurried over here, but I didn't expect that when I arrived, they had no one left. "

The young man spoke a little hastily.

Because he noticed that many people around him were already casting unkind glances at him.

After hearing this, a trace of disappointment flashed across Old Tom's face.

Catching the spy last time brought him a lot of bonuses, and this Leaky Cauldron relied on those bonuses to shorten the construction period to the extreme.

This time he thought he would meet another one, but he didn't expect that the young man in front of him was actually taught by the little leprechaun.

In this case, it is understandable that this young man has little experience.

After all, creatures like leprechauns have been living together with Muggles for more than 100 years. This basically means that this boy has been receiving Muggle education all year round.

"Young man, there is a big difference between the war between wizards and the war between Muggles."

Old Tom said while wiping the wine glass (this was supposed to be the job of the clerk, but unfortunately his clerk had already joined the army), "First of all, the wizards are small in number and have great destructive power. In the eyes of wizards, distance and space are important. Things have never been an obstacle, and there is no baggage problem. The duration of the frontal war will naturally be shortened.

Of course, the most important point is that our opponent in this war is the French Ministry of Magic!

You should know what kind of virtue France is, right? "

After saying this, Old Tom raised the rag in his hand and made a waving motion.

Upon seeing this, the entire Leaky Cauldron burst into laughter.

Even the young man scratched his head in embarrassment.

Even in the wizarding world, this French Muggle legend is well-known to everyone.

But in the midst of the laughter, Old Tom suddenly became serious and said:

"But in the final analysis, our troops are too strong! This is all thanks to the leadership of Commissioner Link Foley! Commissioner Link Foley is definitely the greatest official I have ever seen! His governance His ability, leadership and planning skills are comparable to those of Yuric Gamp who founded the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China! Not only that, Commissioner Link Foley's personal strength is also the strongest among the Ministers of Magic in history.

Many of my friends who witnessed the Battle of Hogwarts have said that at that time Dumbledore was continuously defeated by the attacks of two mysterious dark wizards. In the end, it was the arrival of Commissioner Link Foley who turned the tide!

bring it on!friends!Let’s raise a toast to Commissioner Link Foley! "

After Old Tom finished speaking, he suddenly raised the wine glass in his hand.

For a time, followers were like a cloud.

There were a lot of wine glasses, and the huge cheers almost penetrated the ceiling and went straight into the sky:

"Long live Commissioner Link Foley!"

……

At the same time, inside Hogwarts Castle.

The same cheers had already enveloped the entire castle.

Compared with people in other places, the joy of Hogwarts students is simpler.

They were purely happy for the Ministry of Magic of China, and they were also excited that Link could help them get revenge.

And the state of this pure joy is naturally even crazier.

The excited shouts of this group of students were so terrifying that even the mermaids hiding in the Black Lake couldn't help but come out of the water to find out.

Looking at the excited and happy students in front of him, Dumbledore sighed helplessly.

Standing next to Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall saw this, her tightly pursed lips relaxed slightly, and she said impatiently:

"Dumbledore, I will send someone down to maintain order and let these students go back to class!"

"Forget it, Minerva," Dumbledore shook his head. "In their current state, even if you lock them in a classroom, they won't be in the mood to study. It's better to let them have fun." It's so satisfying. Anyway, they have endured it for too long, and it's time to relax."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall was obviously relieved, and then rolled his eyes at Dumbledore and said:

"Then who are you showing your frown to?"

"You don't understand. It's true that Link and the others succeeded in defeating the French Ministry of Magic, but this victory is actually not complete. In fact, in my opinion, this is not a victory at all, because we launched this The true purpose of the war has not yet been accomplished at all.”

"You mean...Voldemort?"

Professor McGonagall looked a little pale, and Dumbledore sighed after hearing this:

"In short, the war will continue, and the intensity will rise sharply. But this has nothing to do with the students. Let's hold a banquet at Hogwarts tonight. As I said, after enduring for so long, students It’s time to relax.”

After saying that, Dumbledore turned and walked towards the fireplace opposite.

As he walked, the light gray robe he wore began to roll up and deform, eventually turning into a pure white gorgeous robe sewn with fine gold threads.

"Albus, where are you going!?"

Professor McGonagall shouted anxiously behind him.

But upon hearing this, Dumbledore just waved his hand and said:

"Go and do what I have to do, and I'll leave Hogwarts to you for the time being, Minerva. I feel relieved to do your job!"

boom--

A ball of green magical flames rose from the fireplace, enveloping Dumbledore and disappearing.

This made Professor McGonagall, who wanted to continue to say something, freeze.

She gasped for breath, and it took a while before she said angrily:

"It happens again! It happens again! You call me for all the work every time! I really don't know who is the principal of Hogwarts..."

Professor McGonagall complained endlessly.

If Dumbledore was still there, he would probably be sprayed to death by Professor McGonagall.

But even when he was angry he became like this.

But after complaining, Professor McGonagall adjusted her mood and walked slowly towards the auditorium.

At least Dumbledore was right about one thing.

The students have endured it for so long, and it’s time to relax.

Of course, the so-called relaxation does not mean that they can have fun like they are now. It is a good idea to hold a formal banquet and limit the carnival to a controllable range.

At best, the arrangement of the banquet is a bit troublesome.

But Dumbledore naturally didn't know these things.

In fact, while Professor McGonagall kept complaining, Dumbledore had already arrived at the teleportation hall of Forlì Castle through the Floo network.

It was different from what Dumbledore expected.

The entire Forlì Castle was not filled with laughter and laughter like other places in the outside world.

The overall atmosphere here seemed more solemn than when he came before.

This could be seen just from the house elves who came to greet him.

You must know that the last time he came, the house elf of the Foley family was very attentive. Before he could completely walk out of the fireplace, he had already used a whirlwind to sweep away the dust on his body, and at the same time made an elegant gesture to guide him. , leading him to the room where the owner is, and throughout the process, he always looked at him with the eyes of a puppy looking at his owner.

But today, the house elf named 'Little Button' was extremely cold.

He only completed the minimum task of his identity as a waiter, and did not even say a word to Dumbledore during the whole process.

This is not a good sign.

Because creatures like house elves are lower than any wizard in the social hierarchy set by wizards.

But in fact, they don't kowtow to every wizard they meet.

For them, the master is everything.

In terms of etiquette for welcoming guests, they are more like a mirror of the host's emotions.

Only those who are valued by their master will be treated favorably or even grovel by the house elves.

But if they are enemies of their master, or little people who don't care.

Then their attitude will be extremely cold.

The current attitude of Little Button made it obvious to Dumbledore that the owner of this castle was not too happy about the results achieved on the front line, and did not even welcome his arrival.

Sighing helplessly, Dumbledore followed Little Button through half of the castle, and finally arrived at the dim living room.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Foley, and Emily, I hope my arrival will not disturb your rest."

Dumbledore spoke first.

After hearing this, Mrs. Foley and Emily, who were sitting on both sides of the fireplace and looking at the fire, turned their heads and looked over.

Emily acted more politely, stood up and saluted Dumbledore with a smile.

As for Mrs. Foley.

Dumbledore's arrival made the expression on his face even colder.

She nodded coldly, looked Dumbledore up and down first, and then said slowly:

"Professor Dumbledore, do you have any important business coming to my humble residence?"

"I think you have received news about the war in France, right? Link took only half a day to capture almost eighty-half of the French magic world. Such an achievement has already been achieved. It made the entire magical world of Yu country boil."

"I don't think that's anything to celebrate."

"Oh! My dear Mrs. Foley! You should go and see Diagon Alley. The people there are going crazy with joy! I dare say that the people's joy this time is second only to that of Voldemort's fall more than ten years ago. Time! This is quite a great achievement!”

"No, you have misunderstood me, Professor Dumbledore. As a mother, I feel that the most important achievement for my son should be to come home safely from the battlefield."

Dumbledore lowered his head, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

"It seems like you've got the news, right?"

"If you are referring to Sky City as a deterrent, then I do know about it. After all, you also know that Link, that kid, will never hide anything from me."

As soon as Mrs. Foley said this, Dumbledore couldn't help but curl his lips.

He had to admit that Link was indeed excellent.

This kind of excellence even goes beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding, and has reached a level that can be described by the adjective "rarely encountered in 500 years".

But Mrs. Foley's words about 'not hiding it from the family' were a bit too much.

What Link did outside was much wilder than Mrs. Foley imagined.

However, under the constant hints from Emily's eyes, Dumbledore finally couldn't help but reveal Link's desire, and forced himself to nod:

"Yes, Link is indeed a good boy. No one can deny this. But since you already know about Sky City's deterrence, I will tell you directly. Considering the current situation, I sincerely suggest you Transfer to Hogwarts with Emily, which is definitely the safest place in the entire country and even in Europe. It just so happens that Emily has not completed her studies this year, so she can..."

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, Mrs. Foley waved her hand and interrupted:

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I don't agree with your statement."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment and said:

"Oh? With all due respect, there is no doubt about the safety of Hogwarts. Although she was attacked not long ago, it was also when she faced a sneak attack by two legendary wizards. Such a terrifying situation Strength, if it was not Hogwarts but the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China that was attacked at that time, I am afraid the casualties would have been even greater!"

"Yes, I understand, but I still stand by my point of view."

Mrs. Foley said with a smile.

Seeing this, Dumbledore wanted to refute, but before he could speak, a raging murderous aura enveloped him from all directions.