The Mightiest Aurors of Hogwarts

All the Beauxbatons owls took off in the dark, sending the news of the end of a legend to all parts of the world.

Dumbledore himself covered the two old friends with a bright yellow blanket, which was Nico's favorite color during his lifetime.

The little wizards left the auditorium one after another under the leadership of the professor. This night, the atmosphere was particularly heavy.

Aesop waved his wand, and countless cold air emerged from between his wands. Soon, half of the auditorium was covered in frost.

"Excellent weather spell. I saw the shadow of another student in it." Half of Dumbledore's face flickered in the light of the candle.

"Nothing can be hidden from you, Principal Dumbledore." Aesop waved his wand at the end, lowering the temperature in the area where the Flamel couple were.

"You can't even name that person..."

"You can call him by his first name here." Aesop put away his wand. Perhaps because he was in a low mood, he also became particularly direct.

Dumbledore's huge shadow swayed with the candlelight: "Ever since Voldemort, I have always paid special attention to those students with outstanding talents."

"But you didn't intervene."

Dumbledore nodded, his snow-white beard glowing with red-gold light: "I can't, Aesop. As the headmaster of Hogwarts, I hope that every little wizard can go on the right path; but And precisely because I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts, I must respect those traditions..."

"Including the unfair treatment of individual young wizards?" Aesop smiled bitterly, "No need to explain, Principal Dumbledore, I have never blamed you. On the contrary, I should thank you for getting the opportunity to enter Hogwarts. .”

"After all, according to a certain tradition, Slytherin has the right to reject a mudblood."

"Aesop, you know..."

Mrs. Maxim suddenly broke in: "You two, although I know it is very inappropriate to appear at this moment, but when I arrived at the office just now, I received the news from the Hogwarts principal's office a few hours ago."

"Minerva wishes to inform you that due to interference, Hagrid - if I remember correctly, his case has been brought forward."

Aesop immediately tensed up: "Principal Dumbledore."

The Headmaster of Hogwarts knew immediately what he wanted to say.Albus Dumbledore nodded: "Don't worry, I will host Nico's funeral. I think our old friend is not willing to see you giving up a living person for a dead person."

Aesop nodded at Madam Maxime and walked quickly out of the auditorium.

It's really yours, Malfoy!

He immediately guessed the reason why the Buckbeak case was brought forward.

In order to win a satisfactory verdict, Lucius Malfoy deliberately chose the time when Dumbledore was not in England and would not be able to return to England in time.Because the scandal of dealings between pure-blood families and certain departments of the Ministry of Magic was spreading day by day, he urgently needed to restore the prestige of the Malfoy family, so he could not lose this lawsuit under any circumstances.

If the reason for dealing with Buckbeak before was to vent his anger on his son, now it was for the family's face. As for whether Hagrid was innocent or whether Buckbeak was worthy of death, these were never among his considerations.

In order to win, he would do anything to win. He was also a Slytherin, and Aesop knew the style of the "outstanding seniors" like himself in the same school too well - I hope the result of the trial has not come down yet, otherwise I will ask for blessings, Malfoy gentlemen.

Let's turn the clock back a few hours.

Next, all it takes is a vote to pass, and then the damn Hippogriff will be sentenced to death, and this stupid guy will go to Azkaban to stay for a while.

Malfoy pressed his hands on his cane and looked at the half-blood monster who was speaking incoherently on the trial bench with a playful look.

Dumbledore is not here, so you are not at my mercy.Perhaps it would be difficult to remove Dumbledore from the position of headmaster, but the contacts accumulated by the Malfoy family over the years are not useless. At least, it would be effortless to deal with a small gamekeeper.

Now, all we have to do is wait for the verdict.As soon as the results come out, even if Dumbledore comes back, I wonder if the white wizard has the courage to overturn the Wizengamot verdict - after all, countless people are advocating that you are the guardian of order, Dumbledore profitable.

"Respect!" The old wizard at the presiding seat banged the hammer twice. He was about to ask other members to raise their hands to complete the vote, but saw the clerk wink at him.

The old wizard frowned and didn't want to pay attention. Although Lucius Malfoy's approach was a bit taking advantage of others, all procedures were in compliance with the laws of the Ministry of Magic and there was nothing wrong with it.

He will not be biased because of the power of the Malfoy family, nor will he delay judgment because of the influence of others.

Seeing that the hammer was about to fall again, the clerk stood up unexpectedly: "Mr. Presiding Judge, I have an objection."

Minister of Magic Fudge, who appeared at the voting table as a member of the Wizengamot, glanced at him: "Be careful about your identity."

Unexpectedly, the clerk was completely unmoved: "Many members at the voting table today are friends of the person involved in the case, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, and of course our minister, so for the sake of fairness, I request that the vote be changed. member."

"That's ridiculous. According to you, does the case also need to be retried?" Fudge roared.

The little clerk looked directly into the eyes of the Minister of Magic, neither humble nor condescending: "The previous inquiries were in compliance with the procedures. Of course, the case does not need to be retried - as long as no new evidence is submitted."

The old wizard in charge of the trial looked at Lucius Malfoy: "What do you think, Mr. Malfoy?"

There was no way Dumbledore could make it back tomorrow, so the outcome would be the same.

Lucius Malfoy stood up, leaning on his cane: "I have no objection, sir."

……

"Hey, kid, come in."

The boy wearing a wizard's robe full of tears hesitated for a moment before entering the gamekeeper's small house.

"You sit over there for a moment." Hagrid, who was twice as tall as a normal person, was tinkering with something in a crucible.

Aesop looked around curiously. The original color of the carpet, which he did not know what kind of material it was made of, could not be seen clearly. Everything looked one size larger, which was in line with the identity of the owner.

The tables and chairs were obviously built by Hagrid himself, and even the logs used to build the entire hut were probably dragged out of the Forbidden Forest by the gamekeeper himself.

He touched the back of the chair: "Is it made of mahogany?"

"I don't know, it's wood found in the Forbidden Forest." Hagrid said casually. He came over with the bowl of black stuff, "I don't know why you didn't go to the school hospital, but if your wound is not treated, you will It’s going to be inflamed, this is white fresh food, the effect is pretty good - after all, I don’t know how to heal with magic spells.”

Aesop watched as the other party touched the mashed fresh meat on his bloody arm: "I thought you didn't like Slytherin."

Even if Hagrid squatted down, he was much taller than Aesop who was sitting on the chair: "I don't like dark wizards. Most of them are indeed from Slytherin, but you, you are just a child."

"So," he struggled to think, as if imitating someone's words, "you are not only a student of Slytherin, but also a student of Hogwarts."

——"How about the trial."

The sudden sound caused Hagrid, who was waiting outside the Ministry of Magic, to look up. He saw Aesop arranging his tie with both hands.

"You're here, Aesop." He was about to cry.

"Of course, I said I would help you." Aesop patted Hagrid's suit, which was wrinkled from leaning against the wall all night. "Next, let's go to the approval table and defeat them."