The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Draco, who got the definite answer from Charles, quickly perked up.

Although he could understand Lucius's desire not to make him worry, he still felt unhappy in his heart, so he couldn't help but vent his unhappiness when he met Harry when he got off the car.

"The Ministry of Magic actually lets you move around freely, Potter," Draco glanced at Harry with contempt, "So hurry up and enjoy your rare freedom. I think Azkaban must have prepared a special cell for you."

Harry glared at Draco fiercely. If Ron Weasley hadn't pulled his arm in time, his clenched fist would have "kissed" Draco's cheek directly: "Stay away from me, Malfoy, don't mess with me!"

"What else?" Draco snorted coldly, bumped Harry's shoulder heavily, and walked forward without looking back. As he walked, he said in a neither loud nor soft voice: "It's just like what the newspaper said, like a madman."

Harry's eyes were filled with rage like a mad lion. Looking at Draco's back as he left, he wished he could tear him into pieces.

Draco was in a state of constant fear, and Harry also had a difficult holiday.

Not only was he attacked by Dementors, he was also nearly expelled from Hogwarts for using the Patronus Charm to protect himself. He was finally acquitted thanks to Dumbledore's efforts, but Fudge still refused to let him go.

During this holiday, Fudge had been using all his power, including his influence on the Daily Prophet, to attack him and Dumbledore, slandering those who claimed that the Dark Lord had returned.

Layer upon layer of pressure kept piling up on him, almost making it hard for him to breathe.

Naturally, his mood would not be very good.

Another person who was in a bad mood was Howard who was in the principal's office.

He almost laughed out of anger at the woman who was wearing a bright pink suit and was about to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

"I remember that I have rejected the Ministry of Magic's request, Ms. Umbridge," Howard said coldly while looking at the arrogant woman, "Hogwarts already has an excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. There is no need to change him."

Dolores Umbridge opened her eyes wide in disbelief, as if she had not expected Howard to reject her so mercilessly.

This action made her look like a frog with round eyes. Her voice was deliberately disguised as sweet, which made people's scalps tingle. "The Minister of Magic has always believed that the education of young male and female wizards is of vital importance."

"But as far as we know, Hogwarts's Defense Against the Dark Arts course has always been very unruly in the past. In order to prevent this from happening again, the Ministry of Magic has carefully compiled a magic defense course."

Dolores Umbridge said as she pulled out a book from her equally pink leather bag and placed it in front of Howard.

"Hogwarts doesn't need such useless things." Howard didn't even look at the book she placed on the table. He raised his chin towards the door and said, "If there is nothing else, Ms. Umbridge, you can leave. The opening ceremony is about to begin. I should go to the hall."

Howard had been shown an early draft of the book, so he knew what was in it.

The book is full of worthless theories. There is not a single bit of knowledge about actual combat, let alone spells. Even simple defensive magic is erased.

"Principal Howard!" Dolores Umbridge's face turned red with anger, and she looked a little funny and weird against her pink suit. Her voice became sharp and shrill, like the sound of a cat's claws scratching on a blackboard. "This is an order from the Minister of Magic!"

"So?" Howard looked at Dolores Umbridge solemnly.

He thought that perhaps it was because he wanted to perform well in front of Mr. Grindelwald during the Triwizard Tournament last year and acted too approachable, which made the Ministry of Magic feel that they could control him.

"The Ministry of Magic once promised that it would no longer interfere in any of Hogwarts' affairs. I guess the Minister of Magic you are talking about is not a villain who goes back on his word, right?"

"How dare you!" Dolores Umbridge pointed her short, thick finger at Howard excitedly. "I am a tolerant person, but there is one thing I absolutely cannot tolerate, and that is disloyalty."

"Disloyal?"

"Yes, it seems that the situation at Hogwarts is more serious than I thought. I will report this matter truthfully to the minister." Dolores Umbridge said while holding her chin high, as if she wanted to see Howard's regretful look.

But she didn't wait for Howard to regret, instead she heard his laughter.

The deep laughter echoed throughout the office, making Dolores Umbridge feel abnormally flustered.

"Oh, Ms. Umbridge, please believe that I am absolutely loyal." The man who looked a little old-fashioned and old-fashioned raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and waved his wand to draw a pattern in the air under the horrified gaze of Dolores Umbridge.

It was a shape that looked like a triangular eye with a vertical line in the middle of the pupil.

From Dolores Umbridge's panicked expression, it can be seen that she recognizes this symbol. It is the symbol of a saint.

"It's just that the person I'm loyal to has never been a cowardly Minister of Magic."

"The only person I am loyal to is Mr. Grindelwald."

Dolores Umbridge took a step back unconsciously, her pupils trembling unconsciously, and big drops of cold sweat fell from her forehead.

This woman, who had been aggressive from the moment she entered the principal's office, finally realized that she might have hit a wall today.

Dolores Umbridge actually did not have any outstanding abilities. She was just Fudge's lackey. She relied on Fudge's trust to bully others in the Ministry of Magic.

But she knew very well that under the current circumstances, it was absolutely impossible for Fudge to fight against the legendary Grindelwald for her, nor was it possible for him to support her.

She hoped Howard would stop talking, otherwise if she brought the bad news back to the Ministry of Magic, she would probably be blamed by Fudge.

Dolores Umbridge opened her mouth but dared not speak.

"Due to various reasons, I didn't have time to communicate with the Ministry of Magic before, but I think it's not too late to inform you now." Howard stood up from his chair and slowly straightened the wrinkles on his clothes.

“I hope you’ll remember that.”

"As long as I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, this school is under my jurisdiction. If anyone dares to interfere..."

"Then don't blame me for being rude to them."