Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops…

Boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, fried potato chips…

The dinner was very sumptuous, and Alvin also saw the British preference for potatoes.

Harry and Ron seemed to have never eaten in a few lifetimes, stuffing food into their mouths fiercely.

"Is that really the mysterious man?"

"Is he possessed by Quirrell?"

"How did you find out?"

"What kind of magic is that? You're so handsome, man!"

Fred and George sat next to Alvin on the left and right, asking questions like machine guns.

Dumbledore did not explain Ivan's identity to others. Currently, he is the only one who knows Ivan's specific identity, as well as the portraits in the principal's office who only take orders from the contemporary principal, and a phoenix named Fox.

Ai Wen ignored the two of them and swept away the food in front of him like a whirlwind.

"Okay, you two." Hermione looked at the twins: "He has been vomiting for a day, it's time to eat something."

"How do you know so clearly? Did you vomit on you?" Fred said with a smile.

Hermione's face froze, she lowered her head and said nothing, as if she thought of something that made her unable to eat.

"I was attacked by him before. Because my nose is more sensitive, I took note of his smell." Ivan explained briefly.

Fred: "Oh, I want to take a good bath when I get back later."

George: "Yeah, I don't want a man to smell my body fragrance..."

With that said, they put their arms around Alvin's shoulders at the same time and said in unison: "Anyway, well done!"

Harry on the side seemed to be hesitant to speak, and Alvin glanced at him: "Is something wrong?"

Harry hesitated and whispered: "When Voldemort appeared just now, I felt like the scar on my head was so painful that it was going to explode."

Alvin glanced at him: "It's okay, it's not a big problem."

He had long noticed the soul fragment on Harry's body, but it had no effect on him for the time being. If it stayed on him, it could be used as a life-saving charm, so he didn't care.

With his current control over the underworld's magic, if he took action forcefully, he would definitely pull out Harry's soul. The risk was too great, so he had to wait.

"Attention first-year students, no students are allowed to enter the forest area on the school grounds. Some of our classmates from the old class should also remember this..."

After the meal, Dumbledore gave a brief speech. After he finished speaking, the prefects of each house took the freshmen of each house back to their dormitories.

"Mr. Darknight?" Professor McGonagall stopped Alvin: "Please follow me."

Following Professor McGonagall to the inner door of the auditorium, the room was already full of people.

"Ivan, this is the Minister of Magic, Mr. Cornelius Fudge." Dumbledore introduced the chubby man beside him to Ivan.

Ivan looked at the other person, who looked about 60 to [-] years old, with a kind smile, a rich body, weak magic power fluctuations, and a restless heartbeat.

Alvin raised his eyelids: "What are you afraid of?"

"Huh?" Fudge's smile froze on his face.

"What are you afraid of? Your heartbeat is racing, your calves are stiff..." Ivan's nose twitched slightly: "There is also white hair sweat all over your back..."

"I don't quite understand... what Mr. Darknight means..." Fudge shook his head slightly, but his eyes always stayed on Ivan.

His mood at this time had begun to change from bad to worse.

If Ai Wen's words spread, how will others see him?

The Minister of Magic who was frightened into a cold sweat by a remnant of Voldemort's soul?

"This is really ridiculous, Albus." Fudge turned around in embarrassment: "So you want me to believe what a kid who just entered school said?"

"Mr. Minister, everyone present at the time can testify." Dumbledore said gently: "In addition, although Mr. Darknight is young, his magical attainments are very high. Although it is also due to Voldemort's weakness, he is indeed Defeated Voldemort."

"Absurd..." Fudge seemed a little hard to accept: "So you are going to tell me that the mysterious man is back? And he was defeated by a child?"

"Isn't it called Voldemort?" Ivan frowned and glanced at Fudge, then looked at Dumbledore angrily: "What on earth are you doing? Minister of Magic? You have to avoid even a name? How on earth can such a thing become famous? Minister’s?”

"Don't tell me that the Ministry of Magic is always holding back this kind of thing? You never said such a thing before!"

Dumbledore started to have a headache again. This boy's temper was really hot. He originally just wanted to call Ivan over to explain what happened in detail.

Beside him, Fudge's face turned from pale to livid, and then flushed. He felt that he had been greatly humiliated.

"Very good...I can see it, Dumbledore..." Fudge looked very ugly, as if he had eaten some Bibi flavored beans: "You are determined to give me a blow, and you want to give the Ministry of Magic a blow." It’s embarrassing…”

"Are you trying to show off?" Ivan smiled, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Fudge's collar, pulled him to the ground with a thud, dragged him in front of him, and said solemnly: "Who do you think you are? Just because of your softness just now Eggy?"

Fudge was dragged to the ground, furious, stretched out his hand to tear up Alvin's sleeves: "Let me go! Brat!"

Immediately, several Aurors who came with him took out their wands, and Dumbledore also raised his wand, preparing to stop the sudden conflict.

However, before the Aurors could point their wands at Alvin, Alvin had already raised his other hand, and a blue magic circle lit up in his palm.

"Ice shape - ice coffin!"

sieve--

A biting chill swept through the entire room, and in an instant, the Aurors were frozen in place by the clear ice, with only their frightened heads still outside.

Then, under the stunned gaze of everyone, Ivan slapped Fudge to the ground, then raised his foot and stepped on his chest, lowered his head, and his red eyes met the panicked gaze of the other person.

"Alvin!" Dumbledore quickly stopped him loudly.

"Shut up first." Ivan didn't even look at Dumbledore, and looked at Fudge at his feet solemnly: "Now, I say, you listen."

"First, Voldemort is still alive, but very weak. If you can seize the opportunity, all the credit will be yours. The prerequisite is that I want to see the attitude of the Ministry of Magic."

"Second, don't fucking play tricks on me. I'm in a hurry and don't have time to scheming with you politicians."

"Third, restrain your worthless self-esteem. In the face of absolute strength, the power you rely on is just a joke. You are afraid of Voldemort but not afraid of Dumbledore who can suppress him. Do you really think that good people can be bullied? ? I suggest you go to St. Mungo’s and get some treatment for your brain that has been kissed by a troll!”

After the words fell, Ivan looked up at Dumbledore and shook his head slightly: "But don't tell me that you want to persuade him through negotiation."

Dumbledore: "..."

Ai Wen snorted lightly, turned and left: "More than 100 years old, pigs have become sperm..."

Everyone: "..."