Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

On the night in early April, there was still a hint of coolness in the wind.

The stars are shining in the sky, the moon is bright and clear, and the dim moonlight is sprinkled, covering the grass with a layer of light gauze.

Together with Harry and Ron, Clark hurried towards Hagrid's big log cabin.

It was already late at this time, but they saw from a distance that the window of Hagrid's house was still shining with a dim yellow light.

They went to the door of the wooden house, took off their invisibility cloaks, and knocked on the door with "kuang, kuang, kuang".

Seconds later, the door flung open inwards, and they saw Hagrid pointing a crossbow at them, with Fang the Hound barking loudly behind him.

"Oh, it's you," he said, putting down his weapons, and glaring at them. "It's so dangerous in the castle, what are you doing here?"

"We have something for you." Clark explained, and several people walked into the room.

"You shouldn't be here, it's not safe." Hagrid tried to persuade them to go back, but Clark changed the subject.

"By the way, what are you doing?" He asked, pointing to the crossbow in Hagrid's hand.

"Nothing... nothing..."

Hagrid said vaguely, "I thought... it was all right... sit down... I'll make tea..."

With that said, he picked up the teapot, took some water and put it on the stove.

However, he seemed to have something on his mind. Even with such a simple action, he accidentally spilled the water in the pot and almost put out the fire.

"Hey, watch out!"

Clark reminded him, but in a hurry, Hagrid's thick palm shook violently and knocked over the teapot again.

"Are you all right, Hagrid?" Harry asked. "Have you heard about Hermione?"

"Oh, yes, I heard." Hagrid's voice was a little choked, and Harry only thought he was sad because of Hermione's matter, and didn't care.

But Clark saw something abnormal. When Hagrid was entertaining them, he always looked nervously at the window, as if he was waiting for someone.

Harry was still organizing his words, thinking about how to ask about his expulsion that year without making Hagrid feel bad.

However, just as Hagrid poured them each a large cup of boiling water (forgot to put the tea bags),

And when he was about to put a thick piece of fruitcake on a plate, there was a series of rapid and loud knocks from the door.

Hagrid shook his hand, and the fruitcake fell to the floor, but he didn't care about it at all, and walked to the door hesitantly.

The three of Clark also exchanged glances, then quickly put on the invisibility cloak and retreated into a corner.

When Hagrid saw they were all hidden, he grabbed his crossbow and yanked the door open again.

"Good evening, Hagrid."

It was Principal Dumbledore who came in, with a very serious expression on his face, followed by a middle-aged wizard with a very strange appearance.

The strange man was short and stocky, with unkempt gray hair and a worried look on his fleshy face.

His attire was also a strange mishmash, like any wizard who didn't understand Muggle attire.

A pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cloak, purple pointed boots, and a dark green top hat under his arm, the color matching is very bold.

"That's the Minister of Magic!" Clark lowered his voice slightly, and introduced to Harry, "Cornelly Fudge!"

Harry nodded, indicating that he knew it, and at the same time began to worry, a minister of the Ministry of Magic, why did he come to Hagrid so late?

Hagrid's face also turned pale all of a sudden, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

His stocky figure sank into a chair, looking from Dumbledore to Cornelius Fudge.

"It's too bad, Hagrid," said Fudge in a crisp, quick tone, "very bad, the repercussions are so great I have to come, it's too much to have such a serious attack on a student Now, the Ministry of Magic must act."

"I don't," Hagrid looked at Dumbledore pleadingly, his eyes already filled with tears, "you know I don't, Professor Dumbledore, sir..."

"I hope you understand, Connelly, that I trust Hagrid completely." Dumbledore frowned at Fudge.

The sharp-eyed Clark noticed that when Dumbledore spoke, Fudge subconsciously took half a step back.

"But you see, Albus," he said awkwardly.

"Parents of students keep writing to me, and some colleagues in the ministry who have children at Hogwarts are also very worried, and I am under a lot of pressure.

Besides, Hagrid's criminal record is not good for him. The Ministry of Magic had to take some measures to explain to the parents of the students. "

Dumbledore sighed helplessly, "I know, but Connelly, I still want to tell you that taking Hagrid away will not help at all."

His blue eyes shone with a fury Harry had never seen before, and that was exactly how Harry felt.

These hateful guys, in order to cope with the pressure of public opinion, actually want to convict an innocent person.

Harry's fists were clenched so tightly that he was about to explode, but Clark held his shoulders tightly, keeping him immobile.

Meanwhile Fudge was still there explaining to Dumbledore.

"You have to look at it from my perspective." He played with the top hat in his hand, "I have to do something."

As he said that, he added, "If it turns out that Hagrid is not Hagrid, he will come back. This is also a way to prove his innocence. If I don't take him away, he will always be punished." -"

"Take me away?" said Hagrid, shivering all over. "Take me where?"

"Don't worry, time is short."

Fudge stammered, not daring to meet Hagrid's eyes.

"This is not a punishment, but a precautionary measure. If we catch the real murderer, we will release you with our full apologies..."

"It's not Azkaban, is it?" Hagrid's voice was extremely hoarse, as if two iron plates were rubbing against each other.

Fudge hesitated, and before he could answer him, there was another heavy knock on the door.

Dumbledore went to answer the door, and this time Clark covered Harry's mouth because he almost shouted.

Outside the open door, Lucius Malfoy was wrapped in a black traveling cloak, standing in the dark with a cold, contented smile on his face.

"You've come, Fudge," he said with satisfaction, striding into Hagrid's cabin, "very, very good..."

"What are you doing here?" Hagrid was very angry when he saw him, "Get out, get out of my house!"

Yaya, who was squatting on the ground, also started barking at him.

Lucius Malfoy looked around the small shabby room, his eyes lingering on the fruitcake on the ground for a while, his trademark sneer showing on his face.

"Believe me, dear friend, I don't like to come into your—oh—you call it a house?

I just came to see the school, and I was told that the headmaster is here. "

"What do you want me for, Lucius?" asked Dumbledore, his words polite, but the flames of anger still burned in his blue eyes.

Lucius Malfoy wasn't afraid.

"Things are terrible, Dumbledore," he said lazily, as he produced a long roll of parchment.

"The board felt it was time to let you go, it's a suspension order - you'll see eight directors sign it, that's more than halfway through.

We all feel that you have not fulfilled your role in the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts.

So far, there have been three offensive incidents on campus. Just yesterday, a poor Muggle witch with good character and good academics was also attacked and is now lying in the school hospital.

At this rate there will be no Muggle students left at Hogwarts, and we all know that would be a terrible loss for the school. "

"Oh, how did this happen, what are you talking about, Lucius?" Fudge said in a panic, "Dumbledore has been temporarily suspended... oh, no, no... you can't do this kind of thing under the circumstances ..."

"The appointment - or suspension - of the Headmaster is a matter for the Board, Fudge," said Mr. Malfoy in his even tone.

"Since Dumbledore failed to prevent these attacks, and has caused such a serious impact on the British wizarding community, that even foreign countries may be watching our jokes, then someone must be responsible for it."

"But look, Lucius, if even Dumbledore can't stop these attacks—" Fudge's brow began to sweat, "I mean, who can?"

"There will always be a solution. The Ministry of Magic can also send professional personnel. Anyway, all eight of us voted."

There was a smirk on Malfoy's face, and his words made Fudge stop talking. To be honest, the Minister of Magic was also moved.

You know, when Dumbledore was here before, this school was impenetrable and impenetrable.

Hagrid stood up abruptly now, closing in on Malfoy, his big, shaggy, black head almost touching Malfoy's.

Fudge quickly stopped him, "Don't be impulsive, Hagrid!"

"How many people did you threaten and blackmail before they agreed, eh, Malfoy?"

Hagrid stared into Malfoy's eyes, glaring fiercely, as if he wanted to eat him.

"My God, my God, you know, your bad temper will get you into trouble one day, Hagrid." Malfoy was not afraid of him, "I just want to give you a piece of advice, don't tell me Zkaban guards are not going to like it when they yell like that."

In the corner of the wooden house, Harry and Ron were trembling. They were surprised by the news that Dumbledore would be kicked out of school. Clark looked at the scene in front of him, but his mind drifted to a few days ago.

Since he experienced the enhanced version of the Sorcerer's Stone last semester, he has understood that this is the real magical world, not the kind of childish children's books.

In fact, if you think about it, you know that the fact that Dumbledore was kicked out of school by Malfoy in the second part is not reliable.

As the school directors of Hogwarts, at least they are all from pure-blood wizard families. With the Malfoy family, relying on the so-called vicious curse, can the other 11 school directors be forced to submit?

It was simply wishful thinking, and this kind of operation method relying on violence was too embarrassing for Malfoy. It could be said that he had no political sense at all.

Moreover, Clark also participated in the board meeting before. In his opinion, the 12 board members of Hogwarts were clearly divided into three factions.

The anti-Deng faction represented by the Malfoy family;

The neutral faction represented by the Ollivander family;

There is also the Fu Deng faction represented by the Shaker family.

These three factions together constitute the stable structure of the Hogwarts school board, and Malfoy alone wants to pry it. Clark can only say: Rowling understands hammer politics!

So when he noticed something was wrong, Clark immediately talked to Malfoy about it.

Sure enough, old Malfoy's words also verified Clark's guess.

"Want to suspend Dumbledore? You're probably crazy."

Clarke remembers him saying this:

"Do you know how long Dumbledore has been working at Hogwarts? How many wizards in the UK are his students? His reputation is unmatched and irreplaceable! Besides, the school board is not monolithic, no With the support of more than half of the school directors, it is simply impossible to do this.”

"You can't drive Dumbledore away!" Hagrid's growl woke Clark from his memory, "If you drive him away, then those little Muggle wizards really have no chance of survival! There will be murders soon of!"

Well, it seems that under Clark's guidance, Malfoy still managed to win the vote and get the job done.

In fact, the reason is very simple, it is nothing more than moving interests.

Those old guys on the school board don't have any lofty ideas. The so-called firm will is nothing more than not having enough interests.

Clark used himself as a bait to create a dragon farm project, and deliberately exposed flaws, giving those guys the illusion that the project would stop and the Prewett family would be dragged into bankruptcy.

In the face of such great interests, those school directors turned into vultures and hyenas in an instant, preparing to share a big meal with blood-red eyes.

At this time, Dumbledore, who could solve the problem and possibly help the Prewett family out of the predicament, became their obstacle instead.

So when Darren Burke brought the news of the withdrawal of the agreement, they immediately launched a new offensive-suspended Dumbledore.

If Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts, the monster attack in the chamber of secrets in the school will definitely be difficult to solve.

In this case, they only need to delay for a while, and they can start harvesting after the Prewett family's capital chain is completely broken and they are unable to maintain the construction of the dragon farm project.

As for the attack caused by Dumbledore's absence, and even the lives of the little wizards, what does that have to do with them?

The accumulation of wealth itself is bloody!