Hogwarts: I, The Strongest Dark Lord In History!

This summer vacation is very busy for everyone.

Dumbledore was busy running around looking for reliable allies.

The Malfoys were busy holding Voldemort's stinky feet.

Draco didn't always come to play with Lucas as he used to.

Lucas met him several times by chance, and Draco was always dressed in black with a serious face.

As for Fudge, the days were not busy giving speeches.

Just thinking about how to discredit Dumbledore and Harry Potter in the newspapers.

The Boy Who Lied - Harry Potter

"Dumbledore: Crazy or Threatening!"

Lucas smiled and put down the two newspapers in his hand.

Of these two newspapers, the first was published just after the holiday, and the other was freshly released this morning.

They are just two of the most representative of the many newspapers that vilified the two men.

Actually the last month.

Fudge had the Daily Prophet publish an article every day about the Dumbledore threat.

Ordinary wizards can't tell whether the contents of the newspaper are true or not.

So more and more people began to question Dumbledore and the Boy Who Lived.

It is believed that the two are working together to direct a conspiracy.

"Aunt Vita, how are our people getting ready?"

Lucas put down the newspaper and asked Vita Rohir.

"Most of them are arranged in the countries surrounding England. As long as the leader gives an order, they can enter England immediately."

"That's good, tell Uncle Abernathy that when the battle officially starts, hold back the troops and let the Order of the Phoenix stand in front.

Vita nodded, and then continued: "Minister Fudge seems to be a little different recently."

"There is news from the people below that recently it has become very difficult to find Fudge to approve some procedures. If it is not for Pine's help, I am afraid that it will not be possible at all."

"It's normal!" Lucas took the black tea and walked to window 06.

Looking at the colorful flowers competing for beauty in the garden, his eyes gradually became cold.

"Now that the public opinion is soaring, Fudge's support rate has increased significantly. If this continues, he is likely to be re-elected in the next term."

"With the confidence, the words will naturally become a lot tougher. You can arrange it. Today we are going to visit Fudge. He probably wants to beat our Saints Group now.

Hear Lucas' orders.

Vita Rohir left the study to prepare.

Lucas was still standing quietly by the window, but the black tea in his hand gradually turned into fine powder and disappeared.

Ministry of Magic.

There are still many tourists from other countries taking photos in front of the Magic Brothers Fountain.

The green flames in the fireplaces on both sides continued, and a large number of people entered the Ministry of Magic continuously.

This is the norm for the Ministry of Magic.

As the only legal institution in the British magic world, there are many people who come here to handle affairs every day.

Snapped!

Two loud voices echoed in the main hall.

Where the sound sounded, the crowd naturally dispersed to both sides.

Immediately afterwards, the figures of Lucas and Vita Rothier appeared on the spot.

People around were not surprised.

Apparently there were also quite a few people who came to the Ministry of Magic by apparating.

"Mr. Grindelwald, the minister asked me to pick you up!"

Pine Carrow shows up just right.

On the way to the minister's office, Pyne briefly introduced Fudge's recent changes.

It can be summed up in two words: arrogance!

Not only is he arrogant towards the members of the saint group, but he also has the same attitude towards other wizard families.

The popularity of the public has risen sharply.

Fudge seems to be planning to switch the master-slave relationship with the wizard family.

Boom boom boom!

Hearing the response from inside, Pine immediately opened the door of the office.

"Oh, Mr. Grindelwald, how are you?"

Fudge was full of spring breeze, walking towards Lucas with enthusiasm.

"The recent life is not bad, but I can see that Mr. Minister must have a good life recently.

The smile on Fudge's face became more apparent.

"It's just something pleasant. I wonder what Mr. Grindelwald is here for?"

As soon as the two sat down on the sofa, Fudge directly asked Lucas why he came.

It was absolutely impossible before this shoot.

The old Fudge wished he could chat with Lucas all day long.

Just a simple sentence.

Lucas already had a judgment on Fudge in his mind.

"Mr. Minister, our Saints Group plans to open two more stores recently, and the location chosen by the next candidate happens to be the store of the Ministry of Magic, so I have no choice but to trouble you.

"Why bother Mr. Grindelwald for such a trivial matter, but..."

Seeing the troubled look on Fudge's face.

Lucas asked the other party if he had any difficulties on the surface, but he couldn't help sneering in his heart.

Let Fudge be proud for two days.

When that happened, the members of the saints in the five major newspapers would immediately publish the news of Voldemort's return.

How proud Fudge is now, how embarrassed he will be then!

Think up to this point.

The smile on Lucas' face became more enthusiastic again.

"Mr. Minister, if you are in any trouble, just tell me, and I will do my best to help you."

"Well, to be honest, it's actually something in the family. Mr. Grindelwald must know that our Fudge family has had a hard time in recent years.

"As a minister, I can't open the door of convenience to the people of the family, which makes people in the family complain."

"Recently, there are more and more complaints in the family, saying that I have been a minister for several years, but I have not contributed to the family, resulting in the family not even having a decent property."

Lucas didn't pick up on it this time, but tasted the black tea by himself.

The steaming heat covered the coldness in his eyes.

Want a shop? It seems that Fudge has not only changed his temper, but now his appetite has changed a lot.

"Mr. Grindelwald?"

Lucas came back to his senses, with a smile on his face: "Well, these are minor problems.

Hearing his answer, Fudge nodded in satisfaction.

But he didn't see the astonishing chill in the blond boy's eyes.

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

The savior is lying flat in the flower bed outside. In the hot summer, the flower bed is a good place to enjoy the shade.

certainly.

Harry wasn't just here for the shade.

Directly above him was the living room of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.

Since seeing Voldemort return with his own eyes a month ago.

He was here almost every day to eavesdrop on the news coming from the living room.

That's the end of today's evening news.

Well, another day of world peace.

The report did not find strange people waving small wooden sticks in the street.

Harry sat up from the flower bed.

Looking up at the sky, his eyes seemed to be expecting something.

"Why is there no news?"

He has written to many people recently, but has received very few replies.

Only Ronald and the twins wrote back occasionally.

But the contents of the letters are all insignificant things.

For example, "what did you eat today?" "Did you have a good summer vacation?" These are not nutritious questions.

They clearly know what they want to know.

But no one came to answer his question.

As time went by, what Lucas said in the principal's office seemed to have been forgotten by the savior.

There was no news of Voldemort for a month.

Let the savior start worrying, and the more worried, the more he hopes to get useful information.

At this moment, Hedwig flew from a distance.

Looking at the Daily Prophet thrown on the floor

Harry sighed in disappointment.

Opening the newspaper, without any surprise, it was criticizing Dumbledore again.

He didn't know if Dumbledore was doing well, but he was doing very badly anyway.

Putting away the newspaper, Harry walked out of the town, passing through a section of wheat field, and an abandoned amusement park appeared in front of him.

Harry liked to stay here whenever he was in a bad mood.

While he was sitting on the swing thinking about how to find out about Voldemort's news.

Cousin Dudley came over with his friends.

The appearance of several people made Harry even more helpless.

They have met here more than once.

Dudley would bring people here every day to wreak havoc and even smoke.

But the Dursleys were convinced that their son had just gone to a friend's house for tea.

How stupid!

"Harry, what are you thinking about here? Are you thinking about who will save you?"

"What?" Harry looked at his cousin suspiciously.

Dudley smiled and said: "I heard some movement in your room last night, it seems that someone is talking in sleep again."

"Dad, Dad, save me, don't kill me, Dad, come and save me"

Dudley frowned, imitating Harry's dream talk.

"Shut up, Dudley!" Harry blushed and stared angrily at the fat man in front of him.

"Hey, he's coming to kill me, Dad! Mom! Come and save me, he's going to kill me!"

Da713 didn't stop, and even acted harder after seeing Harry's angry look.

Unable to bear it any longer, Harry drew his wand.

Dudley closed his mouth for an instant, and his face turned pale.

And the cronies behind him continued to make fun of Harry.

The bad boys thought it was funny how Harry was holding the stick.

But soon they stopped laughing.

Watching the sky suddenly darken, these bad boys fled in all directions.

Harry was also puzzled by the sudden change in weather.

Before he could figure out what was going on, Cousin Dudley said, "Get that thing off, what the hell have you done to me?"

Harry turned to look at the fat cousin in front of him.

The other party was trembling, and there was still a white breath in his mouth when he spoke.

The weather, which was still hot just now, suddenly became bitterly cold.

Harry let out a breath that felt all too familiar to him.

"Dudley, run, run home, don't stop!"

The savior took his cousin's hand and ran to the gate of the amusement park.

But before he could take two steps, two dementors flew from the sky.

"Impossible, they shouldn't be in Little Whinging, they can't enter Muggle settlements!"

Harry looked at the dementor flying towards him in disbelief.

After such a dazed effort, he was captured by the dementors.

The unlucky Dudley was knocked to the ground.

Happy memories are gradually being sucked away.

Harry turned his head to look at his cousin with difficulty.

Another Dementor is found attacking him.

Harry tried to recall the happy memory, raised his wand and shouted: "Call the gods!"

A silver-white stag appeared, and the two dementors fled in all directions.

The two of them fell to the ground, and managed to save their lives.

Harry Potter didn't know yet.

The moment he cast the Patronus Charm.

The Office of the Ministry of Magic Prohibiting the Misuse of Magic noticed the change in Zongsi.

A letter from the Ministry of Magic immediately flew to No. 4 Jurchen Road.

at the same time.

Lucas walked into the Ministry of Magic's elevator with a cold face.

"Vita, after Fudge steps down, I don't want to see anyone from the Fudge family in the wizarding world."

"Yes, chief!"