Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

As an organization that manages all wizards in the country, the rules and regulations of the Ministry of Magic are still very strict.

According to regulations, there are fixed procedures for outsiders to enter the Ministry of Magic to work.

Visitors must come to a red phone booth, state their purpose of coming to the Ministry of Magic, and obtain permission before entering.

In the past, Dumbledore would not have been special.

But today, Lao Deng's heart is full of anger, as if he has returned to the hot-tempered age 80 or 90 years ago, and how could he care about going through the procedures.

In the hall on the eighth floor of the Ministry of Magic, figures flashed and men and women hurried.

In the middle of the hall, there is a huge magic fountain, which is the most famous landscape of the Ministry of Magic, the "Magic Brothers Fountain".

The fountain was made of pure gold. The wizards and witches stood at the top, holding their wands high. Surrounding them were centaurs, house elves and goblins, looking at them in admiration.

Of course, this is only the ideal social form of wizards. Except for house elves, the other two creatures do not have such respect for Gang.

A large ball of fire suddenly appeared next to the fountain, startling the people around it.

Several strikers and Aurors guarding the place immediately drew their wands, and were stunned when they saw Dumbledore appear.

"Headmaster Dumbledore?"

There is no one in Britain who does not recognize the old wizard in front of him.

Dumbledore's face was as dark as water and he did not respond. Instead, he glanced around and then called out:

"Kingsley, is Suiji in the ministry?"

"Yes." A tall black wizard nodded blankly.

Dumbledore turned and left.

"Wait!" Another wizard called him, "Deng, Dumbledore, this is against the rules, isn't it? You haven't declared it yet, and it's illegal to disapparate..."

Dumbledore stopped and turned back to look at the person who spoke expressionlessly.

The man swallowed his saliva and couldn't say what he said next.

The surroundings also fell silent.

Seeing that Lao Deng looked like he was not to be trifled with, any fool knew that something must have happened. The man who just stopped him also regretted it and didn't know what to do now.

"Dumbledore?"

Fortunately, a voice came to his rescue at this time. Crouch walked out of the elevator and noticed something was wrong when he looked at the strange atmosphere in front of him.

"Barty." Dumbledore also nodded.

"You came just in time. I've been looking for you recently about..." Cratchit walked to him.

"Barty." Dumbledore interrupted: "I have something very important to see Fudge now."

"Then I'll accompany you. I can't let you go today."

Crouch's attitude was very firm. The things Wayne asked him to do had made considerable progress. After receiving letters and commitments from the Ministry of Magic of the United States and Sakura, Fudge had begun to waver.

Now only 337 is left to deal with Hogwarts as the host, and this matter is unlikely to be left.

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded helplessly.

"Mr. Crouch, Dumbledore has not registered yet." Kingsley Shacklebolt reminded.

"Registering for what?" Crouch frowned: "This is my guest, don't worry about it."

With his words, the wizard responsible for guarding and maintaining law and order breathed a sigh of relief.

Crouch took Dumbledore to the first floor below.

There are only two departments on this floor: the minister's office and the logistics department.

Along the way, Crouch also asked Dumbledore why he was in such a hurry to find Fudge, but he was put off.

Seeing them appear, a witch wearing a pink coat came up to them, her face wide and slack, like a pink toad.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm so glad to see you here." The woman said in a sweet voice.

"Umbridge, Dumbledore is here to see Fudge." Crouch said.

Umbridge pretended to be surprised and covered his mouth: "I remember that I don't seem to have an appointment for you today. The minister is currently receiving distinguished guests. If you don't mind, please wait for ten seconds."

Crouch looked at her in disbelief.

Is this woman crazy?

When did Dumbledore need to make an appointment to see Fudge?

In the past, Fudge had to go to Hogwarts to find him, okay?

"You are?" Dumbledore looked at Umbridge. He really had no impression of this student in his mind.

"Dolores Umbridge." Umbridge said in a cooing voice: "A senior official in the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore snorted noncommittally. "Are there any senior officials?"

The disgusting smile on Umbridge's face suddenly solidified.

"That's Fudge's assistant." Crouch's mouth twitched, but he didn't explain.

"You go in, I'll deal with him."

"Thanks Barty."

Dumbledore nodded, then ignored Umbridge and walked straight to the door of the minister's office.

Umbridge tried to stop him, but was held back by Crouch.

"That's not your job description, 'senior officer.'"

Umbridge's face turned green and pale.

The office door was suddenly pushed open, and Fudge, who was talking to someone, was very surprised.

"Albus, why are you here?"

The customer in the office is also a familiar face.

Lucius Malfoy raised his chin frivolously: "Dumbledore, you lack basic respect for the Minister of Magic. You barged in without even knocking on the door (cbeb). Do you think this is your principal's office?"

Lucius Malfoy has nothing important to do here, he is just here for daily communication.

This is the way the Malfoy family survives. They use money and the prestige of a pure-blood family to win over senior officials of the Ministry of Magic and build a protective network as big as their ears.

"Lucius, Albus is my friend. Of course he doesn't need to knock on the door when he comes." Fudge quickly tried to smooth things over, but Dumbledore didn't appreciate it at all.

"Lucius, I need to take up some of Connelly's time, please get out now."

Lucius Malfoy instinctively wanted to explode, but when he saw Dumbledore's calm eyes, he snorted instead.

"Get out, get out!"

After saying that, he stood up and left angrily.

Fudge looked at Dumbledore awkwardly, wondering what was wrong with him.

The blank expression made Dumbledore even angrier.

Such a big thing has happened, and as the Minister of Magic, you still don't know about it?

"Connelly, why didn't the Ministry of Magic restrain the dementors? They broke into the school and almost killed a student!"

Just as he reached the door, Lucius, who was about to turn the door handle, froze and hurried to the two of them with a nervous look on his face:

"Dementors entered the school? How is Draco? Is he okay?"

Dumbledore looked at the anxious Lucius, but he did not chase him away.

Two minutes later, Fudge and Lucius finally knew the complete story.

Before Fudge could speak, Lucius was the first to explode.

Minister Fudge! Is this how you manage dementors?"

"My son is still competing. If something goes wrong, can you shoulder this responsibility?"

"Those bastards must pay a price, and remove all the dementors quickly, otherwise I will unite other families to go to the Wizengamot to ask for an explanation!"

"That's right." Dumbledore suddenly felt much better.

This seemed to be the first time that he and Lucius were on the same side, and even he himself did not expect this day to come.

"And you!" Dumbledore was still too happy, and Lucius, who had sprayed Fudge with a confused look on his face, pointed the cannon at him again.

"As a principal, you're not at school when such a big thing happens?"

"You weren't here when Blake sneaked into the castle not long ago, right?"

"Dumbledore, if you don't want to be the headmaster, there are many people who want to be!"

At this moment, Dumbledore had only one thought in his mind.

The young man... is quite courageous.

Half an hour later, Fudge finally calmed down the anger between the two of them and gave them a proper way to deal with it.

First of all, the Ministry of Magic will not pursue the hundreds of dead Dementors, but Wayne is prohibited from taking the initiative to approach the Dementors in the future.

If Wayne continues to kill, Azkaban will almost have no dementors to guard it.

As for the remaining Dementors, the Ministry of Magic will also send a team of Aurors to control them, and at the same time return to Azkaban in batches to 'eat' to ensure that nothing like this will happen.

Ultimately this time, the Ministry of Magic ignored the Dementors' needs.

If they were willing to send a few wizards to negotiate with the dementors, they wouldn't have reached this point.

As for apology and compensation, that is impossible.

Dumbledore's fuss today has already made Fudge very embarrassed. If he continues to pay compensation, he will be scolded to death by the people below.

"Cornelly, I don't want this to happen again." Dumbledore expressed his attitude and left, with Lucius following behind him.

After the two went out, the smile on Fudge's face disappeared instantly, and he tightened his grip.

Dumbledore...

An invisible rift appeared between Fudge and Dumbledore. This incident made Fudge realize again that too many people did not take him as a minister seriously.

Outside the door, seeing Lucius and Dumbledore appear, Umbridge immediately greeted them with a sweet smile.

"Mr. Malfoy..."

"Dumbledore." Lucius didn't look at him at all, but warned Dumbledore: "Take care of my son, or you will be in big trouble.

After saying that, he walked into the elevator aggressively.

"Thank you for the reminder, Lucius." Dumbledore replied calmly, ignoring Umbridge and came to Crouch's side.

"You just said you have something to find, how about we go to your office to talk?"

"That couldn't be better."

Umbridge was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

What she hated most was that others looked down upon and ignored her, but today the three people all regarded her as a transparent person and didn't care at all.

"When I take the position of Minister of Magic, I must take revenge!"

Looking at the empty corridor, Umbridge swore viciously.

the other side.

Dumbledore followed Crouch to his office on the fifth floor.

"Barty, what is it that makes you so anxious?"

Crouch motioned for Dumbledore to sit down, then asked his assistant to leave the office, and then he came to the opposite side of Dumbledore.

"How have you considered the expansion of the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Ilvermorny and the Magic Institute have agreed to provide financial support, and will also send professors to assist in the preparations. The Ministry has basically approved it. Now I just need your opinion."

Dumbledore was a little embarrassed.

"Barty... I can't decide this matter alone.'

"Maxim and Karkaroff have both agreed." Crouch interrupted.

"This is a good thing, and it benefits everyone."

"Magic schools on other continents have an increasing need for exchanges, and Hogwarts also needs to consolidate its reputation as a millennium college.

"Why do you have any hesitation? Do you have no confidence in your students?"

"Of course not." Dumbledore denied immediately.

Even if you don't count the existence outside of common sense like Wayne, he still believes that his students are the best.

only...

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, looked at Crouch's anxious look, and asked the question he was most concerned about:

"Barty, why do you care so much about the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Because I want to climb up."

Crouch said calmly: "For me, this is political achievement and my trump card for running next time.

The two people's eyes met like this, and Crouch made no secret of his ambition.

The higher his position is, the more useful he will be to Wayne, and in this way he will be more confident in exchange for a chance to be resurrected.

"The Goblet of Fire will only choose three warriors." Dumbledore said softly.

To be honest, he doesn't want to put too much energy into the Triwizard Tournament now.

If there was no threat from Voldemort, he would not mind holding a grand event to allow students to communicate more with magic academies from other countries, which would also be beneficial to their growth.

But the more people there are now, the easier it is for problems to arise.

Voldemort and Tom were like two cold poisonous snakes, staring at Hogwarts and Harry in the dark.

"The Goblet of Fire isn't a problem at all."

Crouch took out a suitcase from under his feet. After opening it, a golden ornate wine glass lay quietly inside.

"This is the replacement I found. The Triwizard Tournament is outdated. Now is a new era. What do you think about calling it the Holy Grail War?"

Dumbledore picked up the Holy Grail.

After a long time, his eyes became very solemn.

"This cup...where did you find it?"

"I didn't find it." Crouch said softly: "Mr. Lawrence asked me to hand it over to you. At the same time, he also asked me to say hello to you."

Dumbledore looked up in shock.

Hogwarts.

Wayne is surrounded by little badgers, all of whom want to learn the Patronus Charm.

Cedric wanted to hug his thigh like before, but this time Wayne didn't give him a chance and hung him on the wall directly.

Looking at the pairs of longing eyes staring at him, Wayne also had a headache.

He didn't have time to open a tutoring class for the Patron Saint, and even if he had time, he wouldn't be interested.

"You can go find Professor Lupin, he can also do this magic."

"Really?" Hannah was a little confused: "Professor Lupin has never used this spell before, and he didn't show up at the stadium today. How do you know?"

"Last time on the train, he was planning to use the Patronus Charm to drive away the Dementors, but I beat him to it."

Wayne said: "As long as you make a request in class, he will definitely not refuse."

"How can I have so much time to teach so many people? Everyone should leave."

Wayne persuaded the little badgers to leave before letting Cedric down.

The model student rubbed his sore waist: "Wayne, you are too cruel."

"Who told you to hug someone's thigh at every turn? Who did you learn to be so shameless about?" Wayne glanced at him sideways.

"Don't I want to learn the Patronus Charm?"

"Go to the library to find information yourself. If you don't know how, ask the professor."

Seeing Wayne about to go out, Cedric quickly followed him, "Where are you going?"

"make money."

Harry was the worst victim of the dementors' sudden attack. His nimbus fell from a height of fifty feet and broke in half.

And Wayne is the biggest winner.

The original energy of the students' patron saint brooches has almost disappeared. After watching a game, they basically need to buy them again.

After seeing the powerful performance of the Star Casting Dragon King's patron saint, many students who originally didn't care about the patron saint brooch became enthusiastic.

The hundreds of coins in stock were quickly snapped up by the little wizards, and pure-blood young masters like Malfoy even asked him to customize enhanced versions [It seems that today's dementors really scared them.

the next day.

Dumbledore finally returned to school after being away for many days.

And the first thing he did after coming back was to get scolded. .