Fantastic Creatures Trainer at Hogwarts

Jingle Bell……

Jingle Bell……

There is a wind chime hanging in front of the Ministry of Magic and the Abuse of Magic Office. It was hung by Mafalda. As a dawdling administrator, her biggest hobby is to decorate her desk elegantly and attractively - but now

She regretted it to death.

Wind chimes are very edifying when there are not many things going on.

But if there’s a lot going on…

"Hopkirk, there is a wave of traces in Kent, and there is a little wizard using magic!"

"Hopkirk, Surrey, Harry Potter..."

"Oh, dear Mafalda, why are you still sitting here? Come on, a young wizard named Penelo Crevat needs to be brought here for questioning!"

"Hopkirk, don't leave yet. Send another letter. This time it's from Berkshire..."

"What's going on? Today, there are so many illegal children..."

"..."

Mafalda felt like her head was going to explode.

Only half the morning.

There have been 26 cases in the UK of young wizards violating the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act" and the "International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy".

This means she sent 26 emails in two hours.

There are not enough owls in the office.

She even had to borrow the office next door.

What's even more outrageous is...

These little wizards were simply incorrigible, just like Ringo Shelby, who offended her three times in one breath, so that in the past two hours, she went to work nine times in a row without even touching the office chair with her butt.

A young wizard was brought over for interrogation, during which the five were sent away again.

——Because people have been misunderstood!

and!

This is only her responsibility.

To know……

In addition to her, the Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic also has three operators and a director, and they are all busy...

"What's going on? These people can't learn from that Shelby, right?"

Finally, she caught a free moment and when she was arresting people to register, she complained to the registration clerk at the counter.

Then the registrar looked like, "Don't you read newspapers?"

Take a newspaper.

Except for that dark headline.

There are also contents marked in red by the registrar:

"Ringo Shelby believes that it is unfair to rely on traces to judge young wizards who have violated the law, because pure-blood wizards will be sheltered by their families and will never be warned; but half-blood and Muggle-born wizards

, not only cannot they use magic themselves, but even at home, their parents who are wizards, or their wizard friends who come to socialize cannot use magic. Once they use it, they will receive an 'expulsion' warning..."

"But as we all know, most Death Eaters are purebloods."

"Today when the mysterious man is about to return."

"Cornelly Fudge first wanted to conceal the news of the mysterious man's return, and now he is using traces to arrest half-breed, Muggle-born young wizards. His purpose..."

"What is it again?"

"Here, Ringo Shelby calls on half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards to fight for their rights: the right to cast spells in their own homes!"

Snapped!

After reading it hastily, Mafalda returned the newspaper.

Then my scalp felt numb for a while.

As a dawdling person.

She suddenly realized that she seemed to be involved in a political turmoil, and this turmoil was started by a little wizard.

Little wizard...

Is he really a little wizard?

This method...

Stronger than most adult wizards and even Ministry of Magic staff...

I just hope no one will respond to him again!

——Thinking about this, Mafalda took the Asian girl named "Qiu Zhang" to the interrogation room again.

Watch her leave.

The register clerk at the counter shook his head: "How pitiful. I guess they are very busy these days, and they also offend people!"

"Do you pity her?" The colleague on the side curled his lips when he heard this, "Please, you should take care of yourself first."

"Um?"

"Um, what? They are arresting people, but we are not allowed to register? And they are arresting a little wizard. Will the parents let go after the little wizard is arrested? What's more..." The older colleague sighed leisurely, "It's not just

It’s just their business.”

"The comment section of the newspaper is already noisy."

"and……"

"Many famous wizards have been dragged into the water...those hateful reporters..."

…

Farley family.

After looking at various newspapers, Farley looked at his pure-blood parents who had tried to persuade him several times but failed to do so.

After thinking for a moment.

She began to write frantically, and half an hour later, she handed a thick package of letters to her owl: "Trish, please, there are more than fifty letters in total. Don't worry, I will sell you snacks."

…”

Hula la...

The owl then flapped its wings and flew away.

It skims the wastebasket.

You can still vaguely see the invalidated letter inside, which roughly invites the other party to pay attention to the "Zongsi Incident" and "run" or "voice" for it...

…

Spider End Alley.

Snape looked at the few letters in his hand, snorted coldly, and threw these things aside.

He looked at the potion being brewed on the side.

The fire has gone out.

The potion had an intoxicating fragrance that made him feel intoxicated.

He quickly put away the potions and prepared to go to Diagon Alley - as a potion master, he often cooperated with pharmacies and was one of the sources for pharmacies to obtain potions.

However.

As soon as I went out, a flash of light flashed from outside.

The next moment a group of reporters appeared:

"Mr. Snape, have you paid attention to Ringo Shelby's trace incident?"

"As a Potions Professor, why did you see this student?"

"Do you think young wizards should be exempted from using magic at home?"

"Excuse me……"

Snape's brows immediately furrowed.

He stretched out his hands, tightened his black robe tightly, and then coldly snorted to these reporters: "For those playful, mischievous, and unmotivated students, the so-called practice of magic spells is just a cover. They

Just blindly following Shelby..."

"So you object-"

"However, I have to say that in the days when the mysterious man is about to return, practicing spells at home is a good choice to prevent these idiots from wandering around..." Snape changed the subject and looked at those people.

Quill Pen, "If you dare to distort what I said, I don't mind letting you experience those unique, wonderful potions that won't kill you but will definitely make you want to die..."

reporter:"……"

…

A wizarding community somewhere.

Flitwick was blocked as soon as he showed his head.

Without any choice.

He could only say: "Shelby's approach is a bit reckless, but I also think that special situations should be treated specially. Now, the little wizards must practice magic spells, otherwise they will forget what they have learned in a wasted summer vacation..."

…

Diagon Alley.

A man in black robe slowly walked towards Knockturn Alley.

He has a tattoo on his wrist.

It is a triangle with a circle and a vertical line inside.

After a while.

He walked through a group of wizened wizards gathered together, as if throwing away garbage, threw the newspaper in his hand in front of the group of wizards, and then whispered: "Help him."

Snapped!

After a while of distortion, he disappeared...

…

Ministry of Magic.

The young registrar sadly discovered that the elder was right, and it was indeed too early for him to pity Mafalda.

Because he is worse than Mafalda.

In addition to sending letters and taking people out, Mafalda can still move around.

But he……

But he couldn't move for four hours, and he didn't even drink water during this period, for fear of being scolded for going to the toilet - of course, even so, he was still constantly being scolded.

Because the counter was already crowded with people.

All kinds of colors.

Some are wearing wizard robes, some are wearing Muggle clothes; some are white, some are black, some are yellow... They come in in various ways.

Red phone booth…

Flush the toilet...

Apparition...

Floo Fireplace…

These things are constantly operating, and people are still coming in.

"Hurry up and register, I want to see my child!"

"It's obvious that my child didn't cast the magic, so why are you arresting him?"

"What an abuse of power!"

"We gave you the power of the Ministry of Magic to persecute and harass my children?"

"Where's Fudge? Get him out!"

"Traitor! With the blessing of a Death Eater, he must also be a Death Eater..."

"There are three wizards in my family. Just because my child is bound to Traces, our husband and I don't dare to use magic at home. Why should a pure-blood family be fine?"

"unfair……"

Hundreds of adult wizards waved newspapers in their hands, with anger on their faces. They crowded together and wanted to register quickly so that they could find the person they were looking for...

Without any choice.

The Auror Office had to urgently mobilize seven or eight Aurors to maintain order and help with registration.

And while they are busy.

Above.

Hundreds of owls were flapping their wings and flying in from various directions. Although most of them were scattered, they were so frequent that they still attracted many Muggles to stop.

"So many owls?"

"What happened? Look, those owls are grabbing letters."

"Oh my god, an owl delivers a message? This is unscientific!"

"Does anyone have a camera? Take a photo, take a photo, it's a wonder..."

"Send it to the TV station then..."

——"Everything is forgotten"

——"Muggle shielding"

Several Aurors appeared here, waving their wands and quickly dispersed the Muggle crowd.

"Don't let the owls fly up there, lure them down."

"Asshole! The mailbox is full! How can the mailbox be full?"

"Of course it won't happen on weekdays. We don't have the manpower right now... logistics. The logistics department has also been called in by the Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic to help."

"Let's transfer people from other departments. I'll go find the minister."

Snapped!

…

Minister's Office.

Fudge was sitting at his desk being interviewed - the reporters in front of him were very quiet.

They didn't ask questions like other brutal reporters.

Instead, he sat quietly.

Listening to the Minister's speech like a student: "I hope you can understand one thing, that is, the Ministry of Magic will not compromise because of one person. The Ministry of Magic is not the Ministry of Magic of one person. I, Cornelius Fudge,

It should serve the majority of wizards."

"And what do most wizards want? Peace, stability, and tranquility."

"That's why I immediately suppressed the inaccurate news."

"In fact, after the news that the man was about to return was verified to be true, I immediately passed the decision to announce it. The majority of wizards should not be concealed."

"As for Zongsi this time..."

"That Shelby is just a child's nonsense. This system has been used for so long, and there has never been a problem, and no other little wizard has ever messed with it. He is the only one, and he even deliberately appeared in the newspaper. What is the purpose of becoming famous?

!”

"He looks young, but in fact he is full of ambition."

"I've seen too many people like this."

"Don't worry, everyone. As a minister elected by wizards, I, Connelly, will never bow my head for such a person -"

Katsa.

The door suddenly opened.

The assistant minister said in a panic: "Minister, you are still here... Come out quickly. There are more and more people. If we don't deal with it, the hall will be overwhelmed. There are also those letters..."

"What letter?" Fudge frowned, "Didn't you see that I was receiving it..."

boom!

An explosion came from outside the door.

Fudge was stunned.

He hurriedly led reporters out.

The next moment, he saw that a mailbox used to receive letters in the logistics area was damaged. A small mountain of letters was pouring out from it. He subconsciously took one and saw that it read "About relaxing traces in wizards"

Recommendations for Strengthening Family Supervision”.

"Hmph! Someone must have cast a copying spell." Fudge glanced at the useless assistant, took out his wand and cast a spell on the pile of letters.

Then……

Nothing has changed at all.

Letters were still being exchanged and falling in front of him. Obviously, the handwriting of each letter was different, and even the names were different...

Fudge's face darkened.

He thought that he was still being photographed by the camera, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to explain.

But the words haven't been spoken yet.

Snapped!

An Auror suddenly appeared and said in a panic: "Minister, more than 500 protestors have gathered in the hall, and the number is still increasing. They said that if you don't give a result, they will not leave.

Yes… and he also said…”

"What else can you say?"

"They also say that you are a Death Eater, a lackey of You-Know-Who, a protector of the pure-blood family, and a cowardly and incompetent bureaucrat who only bullies children. If you can't give fair treatment to the little wizards, they won't mind.

Let you step down..."

brush!

The color suddenly drained from Fudge's face...