From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

The next day, in the Hogwarts Principal's office, a thin, bald wizard was shouting hysterically to Principal Dippet.

"Armando Dippet! It's such an important matter about a demon god who may subvert the world. Who gave you the power to strengthen the seal on your own?!" His face turned red, and the small plate-shaped mustache under his nose was red.

The lips move as they open and close, making them look extremely funny.

"Why do you bypass the Ministry of Magic and make decisions on your own regarding this kind of matter? If something goes wrong in this world, who will take the responsibility?!"

Principal Dippet glanced at him a little irritably, but still said patiently: "Minister Foley, we are really sorry for not exchanging opinions with the Ministry of Magic in advance. But this opportunity to strengthen the seal cannot be missed.

, we really don’t have time to wait for the Ministry of Magic to make a decision.”

"What do you mean by this? I now seriously suspect that you are questioning the efficiency and accuracy of decision-making of the Ministry of Magic. Or, do you think the Ministry of Magic will cause trouble for you?" Minister Foley said loudly. "Remember your identity.

, Principal Dippet. You are just the principal of a school!"

Secretary Foley pronounced the word "principal" very strongly.

"Excuse me, Minister Foley." Principal Dippet said expressionlessly. "But we really don't want to take such unnecessary risks."

The ghost Xiwen was floating next to the bookshelf in the principal's office, watching the conversation between the two people without any nourishment.

"Didn't we successfully strengthen the seal of Death? Why is the Minister of Magic still so angry?" Sivan looked at Dumbledore beside him and asked with some confusion.

"You may not understand politicians very well. Their ideas are different from ours." Dumbledore showed a slightly sarcastic smile and said to Sivan. "What these politicians care about is not doing one thing.

It’s not about what results it can bring, but what benefits it can bring to them.”

"For example, this time, we strengthened the seal of the God of Death on our own and solved a major disaster in the world. This was supposed to be a major event that would allow Minister Foley to gain a lot of reputation and political achievements. However, because we did not inform the Ministry of Magic

, so they were unable to participate in this operation."

"It is precisely because of this that Foley cannot gain any benefit from this incident. How can this not make him angry?"

"It seems that if we really notify the Ministry of Magic, let alone help us, it would be good if they don't disrupt our actions." Xiwen shook his head and sighed.

"Even the risk of world destruction cannot change their nature of profit-seeking?"

"Yes, even if the world is destroyed, it cannot change the instinct of politicians." Dumbledore nodded affirmatively.

"Of course, the wizarding world is not without politicians of high moral character. For example, the current president of the International Confederation of Wizards, Vicencia Santos, and the Minister of Magic of China, Liu Tao. However, our Minister Foley is obviously not included in the list.

Within the ranks of noble moral character.”

Sivan glanced at Principal Dippet and Minister Foley again, and saw Foley's flushed face and exposed veins on his neck, and couldn't help but frown.

"If such a person leads the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China, I am skeptical about whether it can successfully solve the problem of world war and whether it can resist the disaster of the invasion of death." Xiwen said coldly.

Then, he turned his attention to Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, do you really not consider becoming the Minister of Magic or directly becoming the president of the International Federation of Wizards? What our world needs now is not a politician, but a politician."

A leader!"

Dumbledore fell silent and shook his head slightly.

"No, I can't. I don't deserve power." He said softly.

"Dumbledore, if the wizarding world is led by you, the number of cowards in those departments and organizations will be greatly reduced, and the sacrifices in this war will also be greatly reduced." Sivan stared closely at Dumbledore's wisdom.

With his eyes, he asked in confusion. "So, why can't you suppress the thoughts in your heart and really save the magic world?"

Dumbledore silently looked away and looked at his wrist. There was still a silver chain wrapped around the cuff, which was a blood pact that had lost its magic.

"As early as the moment Ariana left, I understood that I couldn't afford this price. I couldn't afford to try, and I couldn't afford to make mistakes." His eyes were soft, and he said as if talking to himself. "Grinder

I can fight against or even put an end to the wrong things Wo has done, so if I make a mistake, who can stop me?"

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Xiwen with his sharp blue eyes, "If that day really comes, will you be the one who stops me, Strange?"

The rebuttal Xiwen almost blurted out was stuck in his throat.

"Maybe you can really stop me, Strange." Dumbledore looked at Sivan, his voice softened again, and asked softly. "But how many wizards and wizards will be involved in this process?

Where is Gua’s life?”

The dispute between Minister Foley and Principal Dippet slowly subsided, and with a series of crackling sounds of flames rising, the officials of the Ministry of Magic disappeared into the fireplace in the principal's office.

The space became quiet, with only Sivan and Dumbledore staring at each other.

"I see."

After a long time, Xiwen slowly spoke.

Then, he sighed deeply, walked through the wall of the principal's office, and came to the space inside the main tower.

In the main tower of Hogwarts Castle, the movable staircase still moves back and forth in the circular space, carrying little wizards one by one between rooms.

There are many bright candles on each floor, lighting up the entire circular space where the movable staircase is located. There are portraits hanging on the walls everywhere in the main tower, each of which has its own thing to do.

.

Looking down from the highest eight floors of the main tower, the entire castle has a cheerful and lively atmosphere.

Xiwen was floating at the highest point inside the main tower. Looking at this carefree ivory tower and thinking of the war-torn outside world, his expression couldn't help but become a little confused.

The turmoil of Grindelwald, the worldwide war, and the invasion of death. Each of these disasters is a huge catastrophe when taken individually. However, in this era, they appear at the same time, and at the same time they rush toward the weak humans crazily, as if to destroy them.

Everything is swallowed up!

Under the leadership of this overwhelmed Minister of Magic, can they really save the world?

"Strange!"

At this time, Dumbledore's voice suddenly came from behind Sivan.

Xiwen turned around and looked at him with doubtful eyes.

"If you still feel confused, why not do something yourself." Dumbledore walked to Sivan, leaned on the railing on the eighth floor, and said to him with a smile. "In fact, there is no need for you to lead the wizarding world.

You put all your hope on me, I am not worthy of your deep trust."

"Strange, remember your identity, you are a Slytherin. I believe you must also have an ambition hidden deep in your heart!"

Xiwen nodded thoughtfully.

Then, he looked up at Dumbledore in astonishment and asked:

"Where am I Slytherin, Dumbledore? Are you mistaken?"

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