Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

In the end, Gryffindor relied on Albert's Special Contribution Award to add 200 points at once, far behind the other three houses, and won the Academy Cup.

The whistle whistled and Hogwarts slowly started to move.

Hermione looked at the solemn Albert in front of him, wearing a custom-made dress from Sheofan Clothing Store. The black velvet looked very high-quality.

Albert adjusted the tie on his chest, but he couldn't do it right. Hermione leaned forward and helped him finish it.

Seeing Hermione approaching him, with a slight frown on her fair face, her beautiful and heroic eyebrows lowered, and her two red lips that looked like red jelly, Albert's breath froze.

He slightly lifted his soft brown hair, revealing his delicate and lovely ears. Under the sunlight, Hermione's ears became translucent and glowed slightly.

"What are you going to do when you are dressed so solemnly? It's holiday now..." Hermione pushed away Albert's hand.He asked with a slight blush on his face.

Regretfully taking back his hand, Albert made a recollection, "It was to attend a hearing, to be precise, a meeting of the Wizengamot. They were trying to determine whether Sirius Black was innocent and whether he was responsible for Pettigrew. Peter issued an arrest order."

"Sounds promising." Hermione nodded.

"Oh? What do you say?"

Hermione began to analyze seriously, "This is an obvious thing. Sirius was sent in by Minister Fudge's predecessor, and Black was imprisoned in Azkaban without strict interrogation and investigation.

After Fudge came to power, what he did was not recognized by the British wizards, and he was scolded miserably. If he wanted to be re-elected, he had to do something. This overturning of Black's case was an opportunity to attack the previous term. The forces of the Minister of Magic and his former competitor Barty Crouch.

Moreover, Black is the sole heir to the ancient pure-blood Black family. He can clear Sirius Black's grievances and win over the pure-blood family. In short, Fudge will definitely help, and then there are pure-blood families who protect each other. The intricate forces..."

Albert nodded and shook his head in his mind. At Hermione's age, it was already very good to be able to analyze these things.

But the thinking is still too one-sided. The pure-blood family is not monolithic. If Albert had not asked Malfoy and the others to speak for Black this time, maybe they would want to step on Black. After all, the decline of the Black family would leave a piece of flesh. Waiting for several big families to eat.

In addition, Sirius is not a pure-bloodist. In the eyes of many people, he is a pure-blood traitor like the Weasley family. He can't stand alone. If it weren't for the Order of the Phoenix, that is, Dumbledore It is not certain whether he will be able to clear his name this time.

Hermione still has a long way to go on her journey as Minister of Magic!

The sun turned to the southwest, Hogwarts slowly stopped, and station nine and three-quarters arrived. Albert and Hermione said hello, and walked alone through the parents who were picking up students, to the bathroom in front. Standing there was an old man with a white beard, tall and thin, wearing a purple wizard robe, his nose was crooked, as if it had been broken twice.

Dumbledore had been waiting for Albert for a long time. Since Albert had not been to the Ministry of Magic yet, he needed him to lead the way. It happened that the two of them were attending the Wizengamot meeting together. Dumbledore was the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, and Albert Special is as a key witness.

Albert followed Dumbledore into the bathroom and stared blankly at the toilet in front of him.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you saying that this is the entrance to the Ministry of Magic?"

He couldn't understand that the means of transportation in the wizarding world would be like this. They could connect to the earth, but they couldn't connect to sewers or hell!

"This... the Ministry of Magic has improved. You only need to rub the toilet side." Dumbledore didn't know how to explain it, and even thought this idea was not bad. After all, he could even eat piles of cockroaches. What does a toilet mean?

In desperation, Albert had no choice but to touch the side of the toilet. It was as if there was a hook in his belly button, catching him, and then there was a "swish, swish" sound in the air. The next second, Albert Special has been set up in the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore patted Albert from behind, and the two registered their wands and took the elevator downstairs.

The underground floor is the minister's office. In the not-so-fast elevator, Albert caught a glimpse of a huge poster of Fudge, holding a wand and looking into the distance with great energy. It looked like he could do a lot, but in fact, anyone familiar with Neither Fudge nor anyone else in Britain's wizarding community thinks so.

All the way to the ninth floor underground, this is the Department of Mysteries. The interrogation room is on the tenth floor underground. The elevator cannot reach it, so Albert and Dumbledore need to walk there.

On the way, Dumbledore asked Albert about Sirius.

"I heard Remus and Sirius say that you are a prophet?" Dumbledore asked with interest, staring at Albert with a pair of blue eyes.

"Uh...yes." He had to admit what he said even while kneeling, and Albert nodded.

"That's it..." Dumbledore walked in front of Albert, stroking his short silver beard while going down the stairs.

"Do you have anything to do during the summer vacation?"

"It's okay. You know, I'm not interested in Quidditch. I don't have to go watch the World Cup." Albert regretted it after saying this. Dumbledore must have something to ask him. He didn't want to be the next one. Newt Scamander or Harry Potter.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, waited until Albert was side by side with him, and then smiled and patted Albert on the shoulder.

"That's great. I'll visit you then."