Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Two days later, Hogwarts.

In the principal's office.

"Somehow Rita Skeeter had gotten the message and started voicing her doubts in the newspapers.

The Deputy Minister was cursed at his place of work during working hours, and the entire Ministry of Magic was helpless.

If this matter cannot be resolved, it will become a scandal for the entire Ministry of Magic. "

A slightly obese man wearing a gray and black pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, and a long black cloak spoke in a somewhat hurried manner.

He was sitting across from the desk, with a green top hat on his knees.

On his face, there was disguised sadness, as if he was truly worried about this matter from the perspective of the Ministry of Magic and even the entire magical world.

"I searched all over the Wizengamot wizards, but they couldn't do anything about the curse on her. So, the first person who came to my mind was you, Albus.

If anyone can help the Ministry of Magic at this time, help me, the Minister of Magic, I think only you can do it. "

As he spoke, his brown eyes covered with fat on his face followed the figure behind the desk who was wearing a complicated gray robe and a light blue hat.

"I'm curious, why didn't you come to me first before you went to find others?" Dumbledore's fingers were slightly arched, and he gently combed Fox's forehead.

He spoke slowly and in a low pitch, as if he was mumbling to himself or talking to Fox.

"Albus, I know, you are very busy. School, the Wizengamot, the Knights of Merlin, there are so many things waiting for you," Fudge said.

"Yes, there is also an investigation by the Ministry of Magical Education." Dumbledore said, and then he raised his head and looked at Fudge, making eye contact with him for a moment.

Fudge quickly looked away, unable to meet the blue gaze.

"I can't remember the last time you came to me alone to talk about something. Anyway, it seems to have been a few years ago, before you were elected minister."

"I'm very busy." Fudge said quickly, coughing slightly: "The Ministry of Magic has a lot of work."

"Yes, you are now a minister, in charge of all affairs in the UK."

"Yes." Fudge nodded in agreement, with a smile on his face.

"Umbridge is an indispensable part of the British Ministry of Magic. If she cannot come back, it will be the biggest loss to the entire British wizarding community!

As long as you can help her lift the curse, Albus, I can guarantee... guarantee..."

Dumbledore looked at him without saying a word, waiting for his next words.

Since Fudge came to power, he quickly distanced himself from Dumbledore, as if to prove his superior ability and never used Dumbledore to gain power.

However, the laws he promulgated to amend were always limited to the protection of wizards, restrictions on Muggle items and other routine matters, but did not touch upon the fundamental categories.

Or he recommends various "entertainment talents" to obtain the third-level medal of the Knights of Merlin, frequently travels on the international stage and is reported by the Daily Prophet, which shows that under his leadership, the magic world is prosperous.

But none of this... Dumbledore cared.

He just wanted to do what he should do. He had never wanted to get involved in the Ministry of Magic, but Fudge was alienating him and seemed to regard him as his enemy.

In fact, judging from his performance some time ago, it seems that he is looking forward to using the law to get involved in Hogwarts affairs.

Thinking about it, Dumbledore shook his head: "Cornelly, why don't you dare to make a promise? Even...don't you even have the guts to give me a hypocritical and broad guarantee that is good for Hogwarts?"

With that said, Dumbledore crossed the table, and Fudge stood up, his eyes following his figure.

"Fortunately, you are not stupid enough to say that you want to give me money."

Connelly was sweating a little on his forehead. He just... really wanted to give him money. He just needed to embezzle some money from the Ministry of Magic. It was for the sake of Deputy Minister Umbridge and the reputation of the Ministry of Magic.

Umbridge is an excellent person, and for him, he is an excellent tool that is hard to find.

He didn't want to lose her.

"I thought if you would send me some sweets this Christmas." Dumbledore walked to his side and glanced at him.

"I think you should remember how to fill in the address."

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster's Office…

"Yes, of course I remember...Dumbledore."

Dumbledore nodded and glanced out the window. A snow-white owl was flying towards this side.

"Okay, I'll go take a look when I have time." Dumbledore said, sending Fudge into the fireplace.

Fudge put on a hat that didn't fit at all, nodded and said, "Looking forward to your arrival."

After Fudge left, Dumbledore relaxed a little and walked towards the window. On the wall, Everard's portrait looked gloomy: "The Ministry of Magic is so rotten now, can such a person be the minister?!

Fortunately, I asked craftsmen to carve "Magic is Power" and placed it at the door of the Ministry of Magic. They probably all thought that this was the wizard showing authority, and thus forgot about their own motivation and vigilance! ! "

Dumbledore took the letter from Hedwig, opened it and read it carefully, then frowned.

Nagini…

He was a little unfamiliar with this name, but soon he found it from his vast memory.

That was forty years ago.

She's not dead yet...

Even met Mu En and the others.

Thinking about it, Dumbledore put his hands on the window eaves and looked at the white clouds passing by the sky. His eyes turned aimlessly, and finally his sight fell on Hogsmeade.

A moment later, Dumbledore was strolling through the streets of Hogsmeade. Soon we arrived at the door of a tavern.

The tattered wooden sign hung on a rusty bracket on the door. A severed boar's head hung directly above the sign, and blood stains penetrated the white cloth wrapping it.

As you get closer, you can hear the wind making the towering shop sign creak, and people passing by are afraid that it will smash down in the next second.

If the Leaky Cauldron is a slovenly old man, then the Hog's Head should be a rotten old dwarf.

There was only a small, dark, and very dirty room here, which also exuded a strong smell of mutton. The bay windows were covered with thick dirt, barely letting in any light, and some candle stubs were burning on the rough wooden tables.

On the ground, which was originally paved with stones, there were centuries of dirt accumulated.

Dumbledore's appearance made the whole bar quiet for a moment, as if his entry had emptied the air here.

He walked slowly to the bar. In front of the bar, a tall and thin old man with a lot of long gray hair and a beard was wiping the cup with a rag that seemed to have never been washed.

"What do you want to drink?" He didn't even look up.

"Nagini, do you remember this name?"

The old man's hand paused for a moment, then turned around and placed the cup, which had not been cleaned at all, on the cabinet.