I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 112: Attacked, but the Minister of Magic

In the winter sun, the sunshine time is very short.

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, it was already dark outside the castle.

This is of course related to the season, but more because today's weather is too bad.

It snowed heavily all day.

The three brave men of Gryffindor walked together in the mountain forest under the thick snow and the howling wind.

"I don't understand why you two are following here." Ron held his right hand against the wind in front of him and looked sideways behind him. Hannah's Justin was following Harry.

"Owen must have arrived at Hogsmeade Village." Hannah said firmly. "I haven't seen him all day. If he knows about this kind of thing, it's impossible not to come."

"Forehead--"

What a weird logic.

Ron stuffed his mouse into his pocket.While you can't help but want to complain, co-author Owen is in your heart a reckless man who likes to join in the fun?

"Scabbers, don't stick your head out, the wind is going to blow you away!" Ron whispered, and Ron suddenly thought that none of them seemed qualified to evaluate Owen.

"What are you doing with your mouse?" Hermione asked in confusion, holding on to the corner of her clothes.

"I have to take it with me." Ron yelled, talking about what happened before: "Did you forget that last week, Christmas, Owen's Sherlock chased Scabbers all day long!"

"It was missing a toe."

"I was in the school hospital that day!" Hermione said with a flushed face after being snatched by the wind and snow.

"Actually, your mouse should be exercising. Look at its fur. It's missing a piece here and there, and it's plump. If it continues like this, it will get high blood pressure and diabetes sooner or later." Justin said indifferently. Making up the knife, he glanced at Ron's pocket.

He didn't like Ron's mouse at all.

too ugly.

How could a wizard in the wizarding world keep a rat that can be found everywhere in the city's sewers as a pet?

This confuses him.

Hmmm - Sherlock is still cute, umm - Bacal is also handsome.

Another chime in. He's the one who borrowed Sherlock from Hannah to cuddle, ran into that big chipmunk in the hallway, and threw Sherlock to attack mice.

Of course, he didn't know at the time that the rat was Ron's.

"High blood pressure, diabetes?" Ron turned to Justin and asked, "What is that?"

"That is."

"Okay." Hermione interrupted the two of them in the snow.She put a beaver fur scarf around her neck (a Christmas gift from Hagrid. It was so big that Hermione could use it as a quilt) and draped it on Luna, who was walking beside her.

"No one cares about your mice, let's go!"

"It will be buried in snow soon."

She regretted going to Hufflepuff to find Owen.

Hermione originally wanted to find a strong helper, but now so many little wizards followed her.

Maybe you didn't understand!

We're going to stop an assassination attempt on Dumbledore!

What you are facing is a ferocious, evil, murderous, beautiful enemy who looks like the goddess of the moon!

This is not an outing!This is not an outing! !

Hermione complained crazily in her heart.

And as the executor of all this, the actual leader of the team, Harry is actually—ahem—a little excited for no reason.

When he used the invisibility cloak to take everyone out of the castle one by one, the excitement became even stronger.

In this cold winter, it is a wonderful thing for everyone to take risks together!

It's just that this adventure has a little bit of danger.

But it might just lose his life. Wasn't his life a bet on that adventure?

What's more, Harry had a premonition that this time would definitely become the most memorable great adventure in his life.

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On the other side, Dumbledore, who didn't know that his unlucky students were worried about their own lives, ran towards Hogsmeade Village on a snow-covered night, intending to save him.

Just, really meeting an important Ministry of Magic figure in Hogsmeade.

Minister, Cornelius Fudge.

If he knew, maybe he would be moved, he would definitely deduct twenty points from each of these unlucky children, and then arrange for them to be placed in solitary confinement!

Meeting Fudge this evening was indeed a surprise.

Originally, Dumbledore planned to stay in school and quietly pay attention to tonight's drama.

However, an urgent letter from the Ministry of Magic was sent to his office at noon, and Fudge asked him to come to the Pig's Head Bar in the evening to talk about Lockhart.

It wasn't until after reading the letter that Dumbledore really paid attention to Lockhart's affairs.

After all, how could the old headmaster, who had a heart for the world, be blinded by a liar.

He knew that Lockhart's stories were plagiarized from other wizards.

He even knew some of them.

But what he didn't expect was Lockhart's despicable method-permanently erasing other people's memories, and how many victims there would be.

"27 wizards, 27!!!" On the second floor of the Pig's Head Bar, Fudge shouted angrily since he saw Dumbledore, "He's better than..."

"The mysterious man is even more hateful."

Cornelius Oswald Fudge, the British Minister for Magic, is a little man who likes to retain power.

He is wearing a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cloak, and purple pointed boots. Nobility is written all over his body. It's a pity that the expression of resentment hides nobility. , only his cowardice remained.

"You still appointed him as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!" Fudge looked at Dumbledore's still calm face, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, "I don't believe it, Dumbledore, I don't believe it!"

This incident discredited the Ministry of Magic. A British wizard attacked more than 27 wizards from other countries. Why did such a pioneering work happen during his tenure!

"Don't you know his true identity?"

"Sit down, Connelly." The old principal picked up a cup of scented tea on the table, took a sip and said, "I don't understand why you have such an illusion that I should know everything."

"You are Dumbledore!" Fudge sat next to Dumbledore with heavy steps.

"Huh~" With his eyes fixed on the greatest wizard, Fudge felt an inexplicable pressure.

The pressure made him irritable.

Obviously I am the Minister of Magic!

But the first thing the outside world pays attention to is always Dumbledore's opinion on this matter.

Although Hogwarts did lose face in a foreign country because of Lockhart's incident, Dumbledore's prestige is still high.

"What should we do now?" He said angrily, his whole figure was like an ammunition depot about to explode.

"According to the law, Connery. I have no better advice than the law." Dumbledore said leisurely, with a firm tone in his calm.

"law!!!"

Fudge stood up abruptly, "Do you know how many letters from victims the Ministry of Magic has received in this week alone?"

"240 seven letters!!!"

"That damned guy, that Lockhart, the permanent amnestics he used made it impossible for us to tell whether those claiming to be victims were real or just trying to blackmail Galleons! "

"And those ordinary wizards who bought his books all went to Lihen Bookstore to get refunds."

"The Ministry of Magic of other countries also sent us complaint letters. Do you know what they are?" Fudge angrily took out a pile of letters of different paper materials from his jacket pocket.

Without opening it, you know that these letters must come from all over the world.

"What do you mean, in order to protect the rights of wizards in your country, you ask the British Ministry of Magic to compensate those victims!"

"Compensation! Thanks to them being able to say it!" Fudge's face turned red.

His whole body was shaking, and he was obviously out of breath!

He's only been Minister for Magic for less than a year and a half!I haven't earned much yet, so take it out?

The most important thing is that British wizards don't care whether things are right or wrong.

In their opinion, as long as the Minister of Magic dares to take out a Sickle to compensate.

Tomorrow the Daily Prophet will publish his front page headline, Cornelius Fudge - the most humiliating Minister of Magic.

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The scent of scented tea filled the room.

Fudge's angry complaints in his ears made Dumbledore truly feel that this former student of his had no political talent.

He was able to become the Minister of Magic only because his biggest rival, Barty Crouch, suddenly revealed that his son was a Death Eater, news that shocked British wizards.

It can be said that he picked up a Minister of Magic for nothing.

It is a compromise after a multi-party game.

As for Fudge himself, he didn't have much talent.

If he really had some talent, he wouldn't be stupid enough to try to cover up the news of Voldemort's return.

Because it didn't do him much good, and even brought death threats to himself - from those crazy Death Eaters.

"Connery." Behind Dumbledore's half-moon glasses, there was a look of concern.

After all, Fudge was his student, he had watched him grow up.

Although Lockhart's incident caused quite a stir, it did not cause too serious actual harm to the British wizarding world, it was just a loss of face.

Should I give him a hand or give him a hand?

The old headmaster said calmly, "You should talk to Barty Crutch, he will have a solution!"

"He?" Upon hearing that name, Fudge's hairs stood on end, and he roared like an enraged lion: "Are you asking me to beg him? Oh! Merciful Mr. Crouch, You are resourceful, can you give me an idea?"

"is it?"

"Still, you want to support him on the stage and push me down!" Fudge, who was blinded by the angry lard, frantically told the truth in his heart.

Barty Crouch is arguably Fudge's no-no.

Although he is no longer qualified to compete with himself for the position of minister.

But Fudge, who had already tasted the power for the first time, was not completely relieved of it.

Especially the person in front of him, Dumbledore, as long as he wants, even Barty Crutch's son of Death Eater, he can support him to the throne of Minister of Magic.

Such is the prestige of the greatest wizard of all.

It's unbelievable, it's deeply frightening.

"Connery - I" a flash of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the old principal. As his outstanding student, Fudge had various flaws back then, but they were far from this.

He stood up, trying to comfort the frantic student.

Just then, "Boom!"

The huge explosion and the air waves generated easily tore apart the house they were in.

The entire roof of the Hog's Head was wiped off by this spell.

The howling wind from the outside rushed in.

Wow, my control is so accurate, I feel that I will finish writing the secret room in just a few chapters of 110.

The next two chapters take off and the Chamber of Secrets ends.