The Mightiest Aurors of Hogwarts

The Prime Minister quickly calmed down. He felt that the other party must be from the Ministry of Magic, otherwise it would be impossible to know the news.

He adjusted his suit: "Yes, this is what I agreed with your minister..."

"I don't care about your political dealings," Aesop interrupted rudely.

"Do you know what a Dementor is?"

The Muggle Prime Minister considered his words. He found that the young wizard in front of him did not seem to take the so-called Minister of Magic seriously: "Fudge told me that dementors are the jailers of your wizard prison, and they happen to be human beings." Feeding on happy emotions?”

"Exactly?" Aesop repeated with a sneer, tapping his slender fingers on the thick desk, "You need to get those prisoners back before they become food for the Dementors."

"But……"

"I'm not consulting you, Mr. Prime Minister."

The Prime Minister sat back in his seat: "Sir, do you want to threaten a Prime Minister?"

As Aesop's fingers tapped, the desk surface became shattered little by little: "If you don't do it, all your political opponents will receive a list tomorrow."

He retracted his finger and said slowly and firmly in the Muggle Prime Minister's disbelieving eyes: "They will know that the Prime Minister provided a group of prisoners to a special company to participate in dangerous experiments."

"No, you can't do that!" The Prime Minister's face was full of horror, but it was definitely not because he watched his desk turn into a pile of debris.

"I will step down because of this! My party will not let me go!"

Aesop straightened his tie: "Then, take those prisoners back and let them return to where they belong."

"Wait, sir!" the Prime Minister called to Aesop before he disappeared.

"You are the wizard who understands our society the best I have ever seen." He stared at Aesop. Although Fudge was the Minister of Magic, in the eyes of the Prime Minister, Fudge's political wisdom was not as good as that of a village chief in England. "But what's in it for you?"

"I mean, you wizards don't actually care about us...what do you think of Muggles?"

"Mr. Prime Minister, do you know the law?"

"Of course, I have a doctorate in law." The Prime Minister said dissatisfied, "Or do you want to talk to me about your wizard's "Law of Secrecy"?"

There was some disdain in his tone. In his eyes, wizards' laws were really full of flaws. He couldn't believe how they relied on such crude laws to manage the people. Perhaps it was because the number of wizards was too small.

"So, this is how I understand the law."

"The so-called law is when people surrender some of their rights in exchange for the protection of their greatest rights."

Before the Prime Minister could react, Aesop continued: "In other words, no one should be subject to additional punishment beyond the provisions of the law. This is the meaning of this largest agreement. And you should be the largest defenders."

"Even a wizard?"

"Even as a prisoner."

Aesop slowly turned around. If he stayed any longer, the Ministry of Magic might react. After all, the safety of the Muggle Prime Minister was also a matter of great concern to the Ministry.

"May I know your name?" asked the Prime Minister. "Not to complain to Fudge, of course, Mr. Wizard."

The Muggle Prime Minister tried his best to smile and make his words appear more sincere.

"Aesop Green, a wizard who grew up in a Muggle orphanage, Mr. Prime Minister."

……

Soon, Cornelius Fudge received a notice from the Muggle Prime Minister to take back the prisoners.

"Minister, if Muggles don't provide prisoners, I'm afraid those Dementors will not be safe." Umbridge said regretfully, Dementors were her biggest support, and they were also her hope of catching Black and doing meritorious deeds.

Fudge pressed his head: "There is no way, we can't fall out with the Muggle Prime Minister."

"There is no other way, Mr. Minister."

Fudge stood up: "No way, I even hinted to him that as long as he can abide by the agreement and send those prisoners to Hogsmeade, we don't mind providing him with a little help in the next election."

"But even so, he still didn't agree." If it weren't for the repeated assurances of the wizard responsible for the safety of the Muggle Prime Minister, Fudge would have even thought that the guy was controlled by someone using the Imperius Curse.

Fudge walked up to Umbridge: "Even without those prisoners, you can manage the Dementors, right, Dolores?"

Umbridge quickly replied: "Yes, Minister, I will keep an eye on them."

Aesoglin in Hogsmeade slowly fell from the air, and the color of his eyes returned to normal. It seemed that the Muggle Prime Minister had fulfilled his promise.

There weren't any Muggles here anymore - not before the dementors had feasted on their happy mood.

And he seemed to have gained something extra. Aesop looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest with a strange smile on his lips.

Finally we know how Blake evaded capture.It's really interesting, it seems like I'm not the only Animagus not registered with the Ministry of Magic.

However, his Animagus form is much prettier than Blake's black dog. Look at how thin he is. It seems that his 12 years in prison have really made him suffer a lot.

Aesop Green walked to the door of the Hog's Head Bar unknowingly. He had to find a place to fish during the night shift, but even if it was here, it was still too dirty.

Just as he was about to leave, he thought of something: Now that he's here, wouldn't it be a waste not to make a fortune?

It's been a long time since any new customers came to my Evil Suppressing Cube, so I still need to save more magic points.

He waved his hand, and two white threads seemed to rush towards the wall of the bar.If someone looked down from mid-air at this time and his eyesight was good enough, he would be able to see that the entire Pig's Head Bar was surrounded by a mist-like circle.

"Close the door so you can beat the dog." Aesop opened the bar door with a cheerful smile, and his clear voice made everyone in the lobby look over.

"The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are doing business. Everyone puts their wands on the ground and squats against the wall."

The bartender who looked very much like Dumbledore roared: "Aesop Green, you've already been here once this month! I still have business to do!"

"Mr. Aberforth, don't be so excited. My performance this month is a bit poor, so I can only come to you to purchase goods. After all, everyone knows that your bar is the best place to hide evil and evil."

"If you keep doing this, my place will become the most secure place in the entire magical world!" Aberforth cursed, but he had no intention of taking action. It was not because of the other person's status as an Auror, it was just simply Can't beat it.

There is nothing embarrassing about this. After being knocked down three times in a row, the irritable Aberforth has already accepted this. Unless the brother he doesn't want to mention comes in person, or the mysterious person comes back from the dead, there should be no One can say that it is definitely better than Aesop Green.

God, he'd graduated from Hogwarts less than five years ago!

The Pig's Head Bar is different from other places. People here wear hoods when drinking, obviously not wanting to be recognized by others.