The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

And now...

Oliver raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, and he was very, very speechless. Why did he have to do everything? !

Now the itinerary is fully booked!

He didn't even have time to hug and hold Yan Zeyue high! !

Who knows how he held back Yan Zeyue...

Originally, he didn't need to appear in this court trial. He just needs to attend classes at school with peace of mind, but what?Our lovely white wizard Dumbledore is having fun with his dear old friend~

As for the matter of being a witness, it can only be done by Orlingworth.

The Ministry of Magic is in a hurry this time. Fudge's reputation, because of some newspaper platforms and some marketing account videos in the past few years, has been scolded by many compatriots in the magic world. The key problem is that the Internet is not strictly controlled. I don't know who scolded it, so there is no control at all now.

The emergence of an example like Sirius will definitely push Fudge down soon, so the person who proved Peter Pettigrew this time was a shrew personally selected by the Ministry of Magic, with a super mouth.

In the words of Dumbledore, the possibility of winning will even be reduced by more than half.

Olynworth got a headache just thinking about it, and directly apparated to the office of the Minister of Magic.

And Fudge, who was sitting in the office with a serious face, turned his head in astonishment at this moment.

Orlynworth was dazed and amused by his serious expression just now. Dumbledore hadn't seen this guy so serious when he said that Voldemort might still be alive.

"Hey, Connelly." He staggered to the table, and couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart, but the side effect brought by silence happened at this moment.

If he fainted after finishing the work, wouldn't the Ministry of Magic have to pay him a lot of compensation...

He smiled self-deprecatingly, squinting his eyes.

"Talk about you! Cornelius Fudge!" He didn't care about anything, he directly grabbed the other party's collar and pushed it against the wall.

"Let me tell you, don't think it's enough for you to play tricks now, Albus Dumbledore, my father can push you to this position, and he can pull you down naturally! Maybe you have noticed, you now The sitting position is very unstable!"

Orlynworth's scarlet eyes stared fiercely at him.

The soon-to-be Minister for Magic shuddered.

"Now, as long as you step down, you will lose all the right to speak and lose your wealth. At that time, the people will chase you and beat you. Don't think I don't know. Now your position is essentially for those who are pure Bloody, you are just a puppet, now cancel the court trial and directly declare Sirius' innocence, and that mouse must be handed over to me."

Orlynworth looked cold-blooded.

"Do you want this illusory position, or do you want to die?" He has never had a good impression of this Fudge in his heart, and even felt disgusted.

Just like the group of zombies who surrounded him in the shrew bar back then.

Nausea.

Orlynworth put his hands in his pockets, glanced at him, and sneered.

"Do you know who arranged the group of "reactionary officials" who have worked in your Ministry of Magic in recent years? Heh. Remember, you have been sitting in this position for a long time, so don't take yourself too seriously, Ministry of Magic Minister, you can continue to be, but don't do some dirty work."