I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 134 The desolation at the end, let’s go home

"Oh! God, stay away from that murderer, kid." Just as Sirius was screaming, a crowd of people suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.

Owen is quite familiar with the fat face at the head.

That's the Minister for Magic, Connery Fudge.

Ok?

Did this stupid thing take the wrong medicine?

"Climb! You old bastard, what do you want to do?"

"Ahem!" A flash of light came on, illuminating Fudge's embarrassed face: "Look at this kid, he's still angry."

He smiled awkwardly, and gave a greasy smile to the reporters behind him.

However, this move did not completely satisfy the reporters. Their cameras were mainly on Owen's body, 'click, click', taking a clear picture of every hair on him.

Uh—Fudge was getting more and more embarrassed, and the vigilance bell in his mind rang loudly.

No - something has to be done.

Then, at the moment when Owen lost his mind, he suddenly squatted down and gave Owen a bear hug pretending to be kind, and smacked his face.

???

The touch from the cheek made Owen's whole body tremble!

what just happened?

It seems like the young master was kissed by a salty, rough man?

I'll rub your shit, shit, I'll die!

"Grandpa wants to fight you."

The little black devil said "Wow" and pretended to cry.

~~ Grandpa! ! !Not clean anymore.

After all, there were several "clicks" and "clicks" around.

A group of reporters from an unknown newspaper seemed to have smelled bloody sharks, and their excited eyes could overflow with light.

Looking at Owen's crying face, I wanted to put the camera on it.

"Okay, I think everyone knows that the Ministry of Magic will never wrong a good person. This time about—the little wizard" Fudge suddenly seemed to be stuck in the neck, and the corner of his mouth twitched. The child next to him, he—he forgot what the child's name was.

However, as an old politician, he played a sloppy eye casually, and he continued: "Ahem, the Ministry of Magic enforces the law impartially. This time it was all those French wizards who took the lead in provoking. We have already found out that our children are fighting back in self-defense. .As for."

He looks around.

Very puzzled, why Owen would come here.

The Death Eaters around him looked fierce and vicious, and he was terrified when he saw them.A little wizard is not afraid?

"This—maybe it's the negligence of the temporary worker in charge of the Azkaban door key room. The child came here out of curiosity, and we will fire him. Such an irresponsible temporary employee, magic The ministry will further scrutinize the individual's issues and prosecute him for dereliction of duty."

???

Owen finally came back to his senses and looked at the reporters, as well as Mr. Auber who was hiding in the crowd of reporters, and Professor Dumbledore with a serious face, and he understood everything in an instant.

He was imprisoned in Azkaban.

It's full of hot spots.

Aliens (French), Quidditch, Beauxbatons, duels, ambushes, victories, no public trial, 13-year-olds in Azkaban.

With these keywords listed horizontally, which British wizard is not excited?

Some British wizards even shouted that the British Ministry of Magic was run for Frenchies - such fatherless nonsense.

I don’t know who revealed the news, but now newspapers all over the UK are publishing one thing, that is, a third-year wizard from Hogwarts was shamelessly assaulted by four or five Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry students. sneak attack.

When the number was absolutely at a disadvantage, the little Hogwarts wizard faced danger and fought against the bad boys of Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry by himself, and finally won a complete victory.

The British Ministry of Magic threw the young wizard who defended the honor of Hogwarts and British wizards into Azkaban.

What a disgrace, what an outrage.

After all, wizards all over the UK graduated from Hogwarts. The news was like a bomb in deep water. With a bang, even some old Hogwarts people who never expressed political opinions popped up.

All kinds of critical voices poured into the Ministry of Magic like snowflakes.

The snarling letters sent to Minister of Magic Fudge have not stopped since morning.

Especially the content of those howler letters.

It simply exhausts all the ways to greet relatives in English vocabulary.

From top to bottom, with his mother as the center, Fudge's [-] generations of relatives are all within the range of firepower.

Other Ministry of Magic officials were not exempt either.

A group of insects, stealing high positions.When will my British Empire be revived again!

Fudge must step down!

Fudge step down!Fudge step down!

A political crisis ravages the British Isles.

And besides that, since there are foreigners this time, especially the enemy is French.

The four Hogwarts houses have never been more united than they are today.

What?You say Gryffindors are a bunch of brainless brats.

Cao Nima, what did you Frenchman say?

'Brainless brat' is also what you can call it?

Tell you, no one but us Slytherins are allowed to call our brave Gryffindors that.

or--

What are you to discriminate against our Hufflepuffs.

What?You say they are all idiots?

No one except Ravenclaw has the right to speak like that.

Without a certain idiot born in Hufflepuff, Paris, France, would have been gone!

What?You said Paris was saved by the great alchemist Nicolas Flamel?

you fart!

I, Senior Newt, are invincible in the world. You French guys actually tampered with history and the honor of my Senior Newt. It’s like a dog has eaten your conscience. Brothers from Hogwarts, beat him up the son of a bitch!Today, I, Ravenclaw, will tell you what the weight of knowledge is!

After all, a certain Ravenclaw picked up the magic book several feet thick and slapped it like a fly.

Stuff like this has happened all over the UK.

You know, this is the news this morning.

It is conceivable that if the Ministry of Magic does not deal with this matter, in a few days, Britain and France will repeat the Hundred Years' War!

That's why Fudge came here in such a hurry.

"About Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry——"

Before the reporter who asked the question finished speaking, Fudge hurriedly replied: "The Ministry of Magic, the British Ministry of Magic, will send a warning letter in the most severe terms to the French Ministry of Magic."

"They must apologize for this and pay us compensation, they blew up a park!"

aside!

The culprit who bombed the park nodded, ah!Yeah!It's time for them to pay compensation. Before my mother's father could exert his strength, they cried and called their mother to surrender.

It really inherited the fine tradition of France!

Not happy at all!

No sense of accomplishment at all!

Fudge has been doing his best to maintain the majesty of the Ministry of Magic.

He tried to portray himself as a loyal servant of the British wizards, but his funny, sweaty brow, and eager expression were very annoying.

But at this time, Owen's eyes were no longer on the greasy old man next to him.

He picked up a newspaper from the ground, which may have been brought in by the reporter of the Daily Prophet, and missed it when he just took a photo.

In addition to the full reports about him, the few pens and inks were devoted to the big moves of the Malfoy family.

--The last of Lockhart's victims from overseas arrive in England.They will receive the most complete assistance at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

——The Malfoy family invested tens of thousands to establish a complete accident insurance for the wizarding world. Your life is protected by me. Buy a personal accident insurance now for only sixteen Galleons per year.

Finally, on the headlines of the last page of the paper, Owen found what he was looking for.

——The staff of the Ministry of Magic won the grand prize, and Arthur Weasley, Director of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department of the Ministry of Magic, received the "Daily Prophet" Annual Award Galleon Award.

The newspaper published a photo of the nine members of the Weasley family standing in front of the pyramid, smiling and waving vigorously.

Later, he threw the newspaper to Sirius in prison.

The other party was confused at first, and then the moment he saw the photo.

He understood what the kid in front of him meant.

In the photo, Ron was standing in the middle, tall and thin, with an ugly mouse on his shoulder.

Pettigrew Peter! ! !

Sirius stared at the ugly creature that seemed to be showing its might.

His eyes were wide open, and he was panting heavily.

Even the staff of the Ministry of Magic, who were far away from him, could feel that extreme anger.

"Oh! Merlin's beard." Fudge yelled, the hatred in his eyes made his heart tremble, and he took many steps back.

After the Aurors around him surrounded him, he took a few steps forward stiffly after realizing it, and pulled Owen over, "Stay away from him, kid."

"That's not normal."

"That's a madman."

Owen looked up at Fudge, who looked wary.

Suddenly, I seem to understand a lot.

He would rather struggle in the complicated power game than understand the magnificent soul of an ordinary person.

No wonder the magic was running away from him.

It's boring, very boring.

"Professor, let's go back." He pinched Fudge's little finger and almost broke it. The guy finally let go of his hand in pain, and immediately walked towards Dumbledore.

There was a light under the half-moon-shaped glasses of the old headmaster. He glanced at Owen, and then quickly moved his gaze to Sirius and the Death Eaters.

A dead body lying in a damp cage.

A prisoner under magical attack.

Angry like a flame in the dark, the roaring man.

Suddenly——his expression was a little lonely.

There was a distressing look of worry in Professor Dumbledore's melancholy eyes.

He wondered if that man had lived such a life, as always. 40 years.

How could the damp and filthy prison hide his golden hair, and then the years took away the luster and color.

He should hate me, thought Professor Dumbledore.

Then he stretched out his hand and held Owen's cold, tepid hand tightly.

He shook his hand tightly subconsciously, with a hint of bitterness in his mouth, and said, "Let's go home!"

As he said that, under the roar of the already crazy little Tianxing, the two figures walked over the crowd and walked firmly towards the exit of the corridor.