Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

The dinner was very sumptuous, with unlimited supply of chicken legs and fried pork chops, as well as large jugs of pumpkin juice. If you get tired of it, there is also milk and orange juice.

Albert burped with satisfaction. For dessert, the elves prepared ice cream today, but Albert no longer had the appetite to eat it.

Albert guessed that Dumbledore was impatient, so he reluctantly walked up to the principal's office on the eighth floor, despite the feeling of fullness.

At this moment, he really wanted to stop, lie down on a big warm bed, and sleep soundly.

But there is no if, the officials from the Ministry of Magic are still waiting in the principal's office.

Walking to the dripping stone statue, Albert suddenly realized that Dumbledore had not told him what the password was today, but fortunately Dumbledore left a silver-white phoenix at the door.

It was the patron saint of old bees, the silver-white phoenix, and Dumbledore's voice came out of his mouth: "The password is cockroach pile."

This is an advanced use of the Patronus Charm. It can be used to convey messages, which is very cool.

However, Albert thinks that his Patronus Charm mixed with the Fire Charm to destroy the enemy is also very good.

After saying the password, the dripping stone statue moved out of the way, and Albert walked into the principal's office.

This is a small room, especially when there are three adults and a teenager standing in it.

In addition to the old Dumbledore, there is also a potbellied middle-aged wizard wearing a brown suit. Albert often sees him in the Daily Prophet. He is the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

There was another one, a short and fat middle-aged witch with some wrinkles on her face, a bit like a toad, which may have been formed by putting on a fake smile, just like what she is doing now.

Wearing a pink sweater, if it were a teenage girl, Albert would probably compliment her on how cute it is, but if she wears it on a 50- or [-]-year-old aunt, it's not impossible...

But Albert always felt a deep sense of dissonance, like the Australian sloth driving a roadster, the bald Voldemort buying the permanent hair smoothing potion, and shouting that he wanted to implement love and justice.

Noticing the slightly strange look in Albert's eyes, Dolores Umbridge still had a fake smile on her face, grinning from the corner of her mouth to the hair on her temples, still not showing a single tooth.

"Klein, this is the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and this is the Director of the Office for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Magic, Dolores Umbridge." Dumbledore introduced Albert.

"Look, this should be Albert Klein, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin. Thanks to the wise leadership of Minister Fudge, the teachers at Hogwarts can cultivate such a student."

Her high-pitched voice was like a cat scratching glass, which made Albert feel physically uncomfortable, "Ugh——"

"Uh... I'm sorry, I ate too much at the dinner just now..." Three looks were cast towards him, and Albert's pressure suddenly rose, and he waved his hand to explain.

They definitely didn't want to praise Albert when they called him here, and Albert could still understand this.

Fudge quite enjoyed the compliments. At first, he felt uncomfortable with it and thought it was exaggerated. But over time, he became more and more pleased with Umbridge and thought she was a talent that could be developed. Treated as a confidant and promoted along the way.

The result did not disappoint Fudge. Umbridge has always been on Fudge's side, helping him eliminate political opponents. He asked Umbridge to bite the east, but Umbridge would never go west. She was the most advantageous in the hands of the Minister of Magic. knife.

But Fudge has never forgotten the purpose of coming here. The number of guards in Azkaban has been reduced by more than half. Is this okay?

Tolerable or unbearable!

Fudge banged his crutch on the floor, as if to embolden himself, and then cleared his throat, "Albus, nearly a hundred dementors died at one time, and their leader was very dissatisfied. According to reports, One of their men stationed outside the train reported that it was this little wizard who had killed one of their compatriots.”

With that said, Fudge turned his attention to Albert, wanting to see what was so special about this little wizard that he could actually kill dementors.

Kill the dementors?Fudge couldn't even think about it or even dream of doing it.

At this moment, Albert tried his best to disguise himself, put away his sharp edge, and made himself appear ordinary. At the same time, he thought silently:

"Frustrate its sharpness, resolve its confusion, harmonize with its light, and become the same as its dust...I am just an ordinary little wizard!"

No matter how Fudge observed, he just felt that this little wizard was no different except that he looked more handsome.

But he refused to give up.With the large number of Dementors dying, he had to make an explanation. Otherwise, Azkaban's free labor force would have to leave, and he would have to take out a large sum of gold galleons from the Ministry of Magic's treasury to hire Wizards guard.

You know, part of the Ministry of Magic's treasury is equivalent to Fudge's own small treasury. How could he tolerate others cutting off his own financial path?

Dumbledore stroked his long beard, his blue eyes flickered, and said, "Connelly, we all know that only the Patronus Charm can resist Dementors, let alone kill them. Then It requires very powerful magical power.”

"Oh, yes, of course I know, in fact... But the dementors told me personally that it was this little wizard who shared a box with Harry Potter. He had black hair and blue eyes. It was him, Albert. Klein.”

Fudge looked at Albert and made sure it was correct. He was even more certain that Albert had killed nearly a hundred dementors.

"Albert, what do you think?" Dumbledore looked at Albert seriously. An hour had passed just now. Dumbledore and Fudge had been talking for a long time. Fudge was obsessed with this matter, which made Dumbledore was feeling tricky too.

On Albert's face, there were three parts of helplessness, three parts of disbelief, three parts of anger, and one part of laughter.

"Professor, Mr. Minister, what does the disappearance of the dementors have to do with me?!"

"You are lying! You are lying, Minister Fudge, and Principal Dumbledore. It is obvious that he is not telling the truth!"

Umbridge screamed, her high-pitched voice seemed to penetrate the brain, and it sounded so harsh that the portraits of past principals pretending to be asleep on the wall could not stand.

Phineas Nigellus Black, a grumpy old wizard, said angrily in the portrait: "Which academy did you graduate from? You are so uncultured and dare to yell here!"

"Haha, I graduated from Slytherin and am a noble pure-blood wizard!"