From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

After listening to the three people's narratives, all the professors and school directors looked at Xiwen with rather strange eyes, as if they were looking at some kind of monster.

"Ahem, coincidence, it's all a coincidence!" Xiwen coughed twice and said awkwardly.

At this moment, Mr. Malfoy's deep voice suddenly sounded.

He looked at Xiven and his son with suspicious eyes and said, "I want to know how a first-year freshman interfered with Grindelwald's plan so coincidentally?"

"What, are you doubting us?" Sandrine frowned and glared back at Malfoy.

"No, I didn't doubt your intentions." Malfoy showed a false smile. "It's just that your branch of the Far Kingdom has an unusual relationship with Grindelwald, and there are so many coincidences in this matter...

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"Malfoy, you have to think clearly about what you are talking about!" Sandrine interrupted Malfoy rudely and said coldly.

"I always know what I'm talking about." Malfoy stared at Sandrine and Sivan without any hesitation.

"No need to argue anymore!"

At this moment, Principal Dippet suddenly spoke, interrupting the tense atmosphere between Malfoy and Sandrine.

"I think Mr. Rozier has told us with practical actions that he is worthy of our trust. I have wronged many people this semester and I cannot continue to make mistakes."

Principal Dippet turned around and took a deep look at Xiwen and said, "Mr. Rozier, I apologize to you for ignoring your suggestions before."

Seeing the principal glance at the three prisoners who were arrested because of Xiwen, Mr. Malfoy reluctantly withdrew his gaze and began to play with his cane as if nothing had happened.

Sandrine snorted coldly. After all, she was unwilling to make the matter a bigger deal and also withdrew her gaze.

Principal Dippet saw that the atmosphere had relaxed and nodded slightly. Then he looked at Professor Luo Lei and the three of them and asked a key question: "So, what was Grindelwald's purpose in destroying the castle?"

"I don't know..." All three of them looked at a loss, and no one knew Grindelwald's true purpose.

"Is that really the case..." Principal Dippet sighed.

"Armando, leave it to me to find Grindelwald's purpose." Dumbledore was silent for a while, and then said softly.

Principal Dippet nodded and said, "Then it's all your fault, Albus."

Then, he looked at Xiwen and said to him solemnly: "In addition, I think Hogwarts needs to award you a special contribution award, Mr. Rozier!"

On his serious face, which seemed to have remained unchanged for thousands of years, a slightly stiff, yet unusually gentle smile appeared.

Seeing the principal's expression, Xiwen laughed heartily and felt relieved.

The series of events surrounding the destruction of the magic node has finally come to an end!

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After the matter is over, the next step is some finishing work.

First of all, how to deal with these three followers of Grindelwald who endanger the safety of Hogwarts.

As several deans worked together to cast spells, the fireplace in the room successfully gained magical support and was connected to the Floo Network.

Then, three calm-looking men in formal attire walked in through the fireplace, followed by several solemn-looking Aurors behind them.

"Good evening, Principal Dippet." The leading man smiled and walked over to shake hands with Principal Dippet.

The leader of the man was wearing a black formal wizard robe. His thin body could not hold up the shoulders of the formal robe, causing it to hang loosely. He had a row of small, plate-shaped mustaches under his nose and was slightly bald on his head.

On top, her gray and black hair was combed back, as if she wanted to appear more energetic.

"Good evening, Minister Foley, Directors Maughan and Pillivic, and all the Aurors. Thank you for your trip at night!" Principal Dippet stood up and shook hands with the leader, Minister Foley.

Then he brought several Ministry of Magic officials and accompanying Aurors to the three unconscious prisoners and introduced them to their crimes.

Listening to Principal Dippet's explanation, Minister Foley nodded repeatedly and earnestly expressed that he would get the punishment they deserve for these three people.

While the two were talking, Dumbledore suddenly stood up and walked towards where the Minister of Magic and the others were.

"Minister Foley, I think it is necessary for me to remind you again that Grindelwald definitely has the determination and ability to declare war on the European wizarding world and the entire Muggle world. The Ministry of Magic of the United States must prepare for war as early as possible!

"He looked at Minister Foley with sharp eyes and said seriously.

"Professor Dumbledore, I think we have discussed this issue." Minister Foley's eager expression immediately cooled down. He turned to look at Dumbledore, emphasized the tone of the word "professor", and used a very strong expression.

The obvious intention was to remind Dumbledore that he was only a professor, not an official of the Ministry of Magic.

"Grindelwald cannot risk the disapproval of the wizarding world and completely break the International Statute of Secrecy. He does not and cannot have the ability to declare war on the entire Europe!" He said aggressively.

"Preparing for war requires a large amount of manpower, material and resources. It is impossible for the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China to waste a large sum of Galleons to prepare for an impossible war just because of your one-sided words. You want to raise your profile through war speeches.

Your own reputation? Dumbledore, you think too much!"

Listening to Minister Foley's words, Dumbledore's eyes became sharper and sharper. He stared closely into Minister Foley's eyes, which made him panic for a while.

"Mr. Dumbledore." Director Morne, who was standing behind Minister Foley, suddenly reminded him.

Dumbledore finally reacted and withdrew his sharp gaze. Then he sighed helplessly, shook his head and left.

Seeing Dumbledore leaving, Minister Foley secretly breathed a sigh of relief and took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

As if he felt that his behavior just now was very humiliating, he quickly stuffed his handkerchief back into his pocket, adjusted his expression, and righteously ordered the Aurors to take away the three criminals.

"Principal Dippet, these three prisoners will be tried next weekend. We hope that you and Mr. Rozier can attend the trial as key witnesses." Minister Foley said to Principal Dippet and Sivan.

Principal Dippet nodded, and then looked at Xiwen with questioning eyes.

However, Xiwen seemed to have no decision-making power when Sandrine was present, so the two of them turned their attention to Sandrine.

Sandrine thought for a while and then asked: "Minister Foley, Xiwen is not an adult yet. I should be able to attend this court hearing as a guardian, right?"

"Of course, no problem, Mrs. Rozier." Minister Foley agreed readily.

Soon, all related matters were arranged. Minister Foley, who thought he had accomplished an outstanding political achievement, said goodbye to Principal Dippet and others with a smile, and left through the fireplace with the two division directors and the accompanying Aurors.

this room.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Xiven vaguely saw Director Morne giving Dumbledore an obscure look before walking into the fireplace...

As several Ministry of Magic officials and Aurors left, the school board members who were still in the room saw that the matter had almost been resolved, so they said goodbye to the principal and the four deans and left.

Sandrine hugged Xiwen reluctantly and started to chatter again. She stared into Xiwen's eyes and said, "Don't let me see you fooling around like this time again. Do you hear me? Your father has already left.

, if something happens to you again, are you going to let me spend the rest of my life alone?!"

"I understand, Mom. I will never take such risks again!" Xiwen nodded in agreement, feeling his heart heavy.

"Remember what you said!" Sandrine waved to Xiwen, turned and walked into the fireplace. "See you next weekend, son!"

"See you next weekend!"

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