Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

After successfully solving the top priority of the summer, Tver felt much more relaxed in the following period.

Even early in the morning, when Cynthia came over with piles of letters, he looked at them one by one with great interest.

“It seems that you are very satisfied with the results this time?” Cynthia said while sorting out the letters and looking at Tver with a smile on her lips.

“It’s indeed good. Look, this is a letter from Mr. Quinton, who was arguing with me.” Tver shook the parchment in his hand.

“Although he still expressed dissatisfaction between the lines, he was still trying his best to think about the issues I inspired.”

“that’s enough.”

“I don’t need all of this group of people to agree with me. This is unrealistic, but as long as they begin to question the confidentiality law in their hearts, our purpose will be successful.”

“But Dumbledore thinks you are a little too radical.” Cynthia handed over the letter from Hogwarts.

Tver did not answer, but stretched lazily.

“What did he say?”

“He said that many committee members have focused most of their attention on him as the chairman. From the end of the meeting, owls have been flying to Hogwarts in an endless stream, almost never stopping for a moment.”

Cynthia read the contents of the letter amusedly, but at the end, her expression suddenly changed.

“However, Principal Dumbledore wrote at the end that it seems that some committee members know your identity as a Durmstrang student…”

“Oh?” Tver finally sat upright curiously, “How do you know?”

“There is a student from Durmstrang in the family of one of the participating committee members. After accidentally mentioning your name, this student recognized you as a popular figure in the school.”

“However, this committee member doesn’t have any strange opinions. On the contrary, he feels that his child is in the same school as you and is quite happy.”

“Especially after knowing your excellent performance in school, I think there is a fundamental difference between you and the teacher.”

“However, Dumbledore still reminds you to be prepared for your identity to be exposed, whether you are a Durmstrang graduate or a Grindelwald student.”

Tver nodded helplessly.

He himself deliberately did not mention that he graduated from Durmstrang and emphasized his British identity to avoid giving everyone a preconceived stereotype.

Especially when some of my opinions are so similar to what the teacher put forward back then!

Fortunately, the speech was successful, and committee members like Zhou Ya, who had great influence on the Wizards Federation, were willing to support him.

Although the force he formed is not as big as the teacher’s original one, the passers-by are much stronger.

It’s just that there are so many magic schools in this world, and the committee members attending the meeting come from so many countries, and they will all meet a committee member who has a Durmstrang student at home, and this student happens to remember his name.

To be honest, it is indeed a bit unlucky.

It must be the backlash caused by solving Malvolio’s problem!

Not long after he complained in his mind, the client walked in carelessly.

“I’ve helped you solve a lot of troubles these past few days, and you’re actually writing a reply here so leisurely?!”

Malvolio skillfully sat across from the two of them, picked up the cookies placed on the table, lazily spread them out on the chair and started eating.

“If you don’t say what it is, of course we trust you.” Cynthia continued to sort out the letters and said without raising her head.

“Tsk, are you still blaming me?”

“Tell me, what is it that makes you, the deputy director of the Auror Office, so busy?” Tver turned his attention from the letter to him.

“Who else?” At this point, Malvolio sat up straight in annoyance.

“Fudge ordered Umbridge to give it to us. No, I’m from Fudge’s side, so I’m causing trouble for you and Hogwarts!”

“Then Umbridge not only didn’t think she was being used by Fudge, but she also thought she had his trust.”

“While we were busy at the conference, we forcibly passed the anti-werewolf law at the Ministry of Magic, forcing all werewolves to register and accept the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. Otherwise, the werewolf capture planning team will be dispatched!”

“I remember this.” Cynthia raised her head in surprise.

“This is a sub-department of the Office of Beasts of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, but isn’t the mission of this planning team the arrest of werewolves who pose a threat to others?”

“Besides, the anti-werewolf law was in place last year, otherwise Lupine wouldn’t have faced interference from the Ministry of Magic last summer.”

(Remember this foreshadowing?)

Malvolio suddenly shook his head.

“You also said that it happened last year.”

“In the new law passed by Umbridge, the planning team can judge the danger of werewolves on their own and arrest them ‘in advance’.”

“If I hadn’t informed Lupine and some of the werewolf companions he recruited overnight, he would have been able to spread your beliefs to Fenrir Greyback in Azkaban.”

“Advancement? How can it be judged as early if there is no crime?” Tver felt ridiculous.

It’s as weird as using a time turner to travel back in time and catch future criminals.

“So Umbridge is crazy. Now even Scrimgeour is dissatisfied and feels that she has taken away the power of Auror.” Malvolio said with a shrug.

“But Fudge is implicitly siding with Umbridge, and werewolves are not popular in the first place, so this law is still enforced.”

This is not possible, Tver immediately frowned.

Although this planning team can push the werewolves to their side to some extent, it will also arouse the werewolves’ antipathy towards wizards.

Compared to the former, Tver was less willing to see the latter.

“Is it possible to abolish it?” He looked at Cynthia who was deep in thought.

In terms of every aspect of the Ministry of Magic, Cynthia was more familiar with Turville than Malvolio.

“Yes!” she said affirmatively.

“The lack of clarity on duties, penalties, rights and responsibilities itself means that this law is not in compliance.”

“But if Fudge is determined to implement it, we’d better get the support of the Wizengamot and then propose a proposal to abolish it.”

“I’ll write to Dumbledore.”

Without saying a word, Tweel immediately picked up the letter Dumbledore had just written to him and the new parchment.

“And I remember that one of the committee members present at the meeting has a good influence on the British Ministry of Magic. Maybe we can use them together.”

None of the committee members who can participate in the wizards’ association meeting is a fuel-efficient lamp.

Either he is an internationally renowned veteran wizard whose name can appear in textbooks, or he is an important official from the Ministry of Magic of various countries.

Basically, he can have a lot of influence in the British wizarding world, especially with the old people in the Wizengamot, and maybe he is still an old friend.

“Don’t be stunned, help write a reply!” Tver didn’t stop writing the quill in his hand, but he didn’t forget to glance at Malvolio coldly.

“Do I want it too?” He pointed at himself and was stunned for a moment.

“Nonsense, do you still want to be resurrected?”

“But there are so many letters here?!” Malvolio watched in shock as Cynthia took out more and more letters.

“Stop talking nonsense, after writing these replies, I will take you to Sirius to get the pendant back, okay?”

Tweel felt like he was coaxing a child and had to give him a candy before he could use Malvolio.

“That’s a deal!”

As expected, he happily picked up the quill and began to open the letter…