Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Harry's emerald green eyes were empty and confused, and his mind was blank and warm. He felt as if he was lying in a white cloud as soft and comfortable as a white cloud.

There was a soft voice in his ear telling him what to do.

With a stiff smile on his face, Harry walked out of the tent and walked through the streets of Hogsmeade.

Passing through the heavy iron door, we came to a luxuriously decorated room, except for the exquisite sofas and coffee tables placed in the living room.

The most eye-catching thing is the magnificent fireplace inlaid in the hall. It doesn't look like a stove, but more like a sealed door.

Harry walked into the fireplace with a silly smile, grabbed the sparkling powder in the silver bowl next to the fireplace, and threw it at his feet.

With a whoosh, green flames jumped out from under his feet, covering his whole body in it.

"church--!"

The green flames roared into a terrifying whirlpool, and Harry's figure disappeared instantly.

"Ding-a-ling--! Ding-a-ling--!"

Ministry of Magic, Floo Network Authority

Mrs. Acmore suddenly raised her head, and a copper bell was ringing desperately, which meant that an illegal fireplace was being transferred.

She looked at an automatically running typewriter not far away, typing on the keyboard.

After a while, a note came out of the exit. Mrs. Aikemo picked it up and took a look, and her face immediately became serious.

She walked nimbly through the busy office with the note in hand. A poor colleague was pressing the copper receiver hard to his ear.

He is responsible for monitoring Floo network communications, but the people chatting on the Floo network recently are a group of Indian wizards. God knows where they learned their English. They have an indescribable smell.

The monitor was in agony over this, and what was even more frightening was that Mrs. Aikemo greeted him yesterday, and his words also had that flavor!

Paying attention not to make a sound, Aikemo quietly bypassed him and took the note to the emergency communication office at the door:

"Mr. Minister, I have just detected an unauthorized fireplace connected to the 'Pureblood Home'. It is also worth noting that this fireplace is activated from Hogsmeade -

I think this should be a serious illegal act. "

On the other side of the receiver, Fudge stood with a silly smile similar to Harry's and said slightly stiffly:

"No need to pay attention, this is a secret operation carried out by a special envoy of the Ministry of Magic."

"Special envoy? Secret operation?" Aikemo frowned. This was not in line with the procedures and rules.

"Yes, it's a matter of confidentiality. You don't need to know. Or are you questioning the minister's order?"

The last sentence may have awakened Fudge's instinct, but he said it quite fluently, full of the 'majesty' of a minister.

"Okay, Mr. Minister, I understand." Mrs. Aikemo's sense of responsibility was exhausted at this point, and it was only enough for her to put forward her own opinions once.

She ended the call, stared at the note in her hand for a while, shook her head and smiled to herself:

"Ministry of Magic Code - what do they have to do with me?"

A small flame suddenly lit up on the note, and then she let go of her hand, watching it slowly turn into ashes.

Greengrass sat leisurely on the seat that originally belonged to Fudge, while Fudge lowered his hands and stood respectfully aside, still with that happy, silly smile on his face.

It felt pretty good to control the Minister of Magic with the Imperius Curse.

Unfortunately it can't last long, unless the Ministry of Magic is in fact under the control of its master.

Greengrass felt a little regretful. The Ministry of Magic was not a fool. It had many safeguards in place to ensure that the Minister of Magic was not controlled by others.

The reason for such a setup is because the minister has too much power and there are almost no restrictive factors, except for the Wizengamot which can barely balance it.

The Ministry of Magic is simply the minister's dictum. As long as you want, you can issue many outrageous decrees, such as forcibly appointing the headmaster of Hogwarts, banning gatherings of young wizards, etc.

Greengrass waved his wand, and Fudge immediately picked up his quill pen and wrote smoothly on the fine parchment:

"The minister ordered the Auror department to prohibit going to Hogsmeade and participating in any activities organized by Dumbledore. Let the reporters from the Daily Prophet come over. The minister wants to make an important speech!"

Tsk tsk tsk. Greengrass smacked his lips and wrote like this, but he didn't know if those Aurors would be obedient.

Although the minister has great power, if others don't listen to you, there is nothing you can do.

Greengrass turned the ministerial order into a paper airplane and flew it out. Then the next thing was the last thing.

"Department of Mysteries, I am Cornelius Fudge, delivering the orb involving Harry Potter to the Minister's office!

What? Do I have to go in person? I'm the Minister of Magic! "

Fudge roared angrily at the signal of the Imperius Curse. Unfortunately, the Department of Mysteries remained unmoved and insisted on principle, requiring Fudge to be present.

Okay, it doesn’t seem to work, but that’s normal. Everything involved in the Department of Mysteries is top secret. If Fudge’s call alone can make the Department of Mysteries work, then it means that the entire Ministry of Magic is rotten. .

There are things like the use of goblin technology - anti-thief waterfalls, and a variety of detection methods to prevent the Minister of Magic from being controlled by someone or the Polyjuice Potion.

So even if Fudge is indeed in charge of the Department of Mysteries, he still has to follow the rules and verify his identity.

What a pity, but it doesn't matter. Greengrass stood up, elegantly arranged his clothes, held the slender chain of the gilt pocket watch with his fingers, took it out and took a look.

"Goodbye then - Your Excellency the Minister who is about to step down."

Greengrass bowed slightly politely, as if saying hello normally, and came to the end of the minister's office - there was a very beautiful fireplace there.

This is the special fireplace for the Minister of Magic. There will be absolutely no surveillance and it will be absolutely safe.

As one of the three unforgivable curses, the power of the Imperius Curse should not be underestimated. Greengrass estimated that there would be no problem if the effect lasted until the speech was completed.

So he picked up a handful of floo powder, threw it into the fireplace, and suddenly turned around with a mocking smile:

"By the way, Mr. Minister, I'm afraid you don't know, right? I was the one who entered Azkaban Prison and helped the Death Eaters escape, and it was I who found the Dark Lord."

Greengrass seemed to have accomplished something very happy. He hummed a tune in a good mood, and then he walked into the fireplace:

"church--!"

The fire was noisy, and in the blink of an eye, Greengrass was no longer in the fireplace. Only Fudge still had that happy, silly smile on his face, waiting quietly.

Harry blinked, freeing himself from the Imperius Curse.

The world in front of me seemed to be covered with blurry glass, hazy with double images, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Glasses, where are my glasses? Why did I hear a group of people laughing?