Hogwarts: Where the Pokémon Are

When Xia Lin and Kingsley returned to school together, today's game was over.

In the end, the winner of the first game was awarded to Harry, but Cedric volunteered to give up the next game. Because he didn't understand how he won at all, not to mention Harry's face was injured.

Dumbledore was chatting and laughing with the directors from other schools, and Crouch and Fudge were walking beside him.

In fact, Fudge is quite busy at ordinary times, but the Pokémon competition is held by Xia Lin, so he naturally wants to come and watch it.

After a while, Dumbledore parted ways with the teachers from other schools, and Fudge and Crouch followed him to the principal's office.

"Then let's go back to Dumbledore first." Fudge put on his hat and said, "Say hello to Xia Lin for me. It's a pity not to see him today."

Hearing this, Crouch couldn't help but roll his eyes. To him, Fudge was like a Chihuahua, wagging its tail to please Charlene Gold. It would be fine if they were replaced by someone else, but Fudge was the dignified Minister of Magic, while Charlene Gold was a "criminal" who had attacked an Auror of the Ministry of Magic!

Fudge grabbed a handful of Floo powder and was about to step into the fireplace in the principal's office when suddenly, a terrifying demonic fire ignited from it.

The green flames startled him.

Then, two figures walked in one after another.

"Mr. Xia Lin?" Fudge shouted in surprise.

However, Xia Lin ignored him and glanced at Kingsley on the side.

Kingsley came to see Fudge.

"Mr. Minister, I'm afraid we are in trouble," he said seriously.

"Trouble? What trouble?" Fudge had a smile on his face. His plump eyes looked at Xia Lin first, and then at Dumbledore, and then there were no worries at all. "Okay, be calm, Kings." Len. You must know that Scrimgeour said that you can inherit Astok. Could it be that the International Federation of Wizards is looking for trouble? But look, Dumbledore is here, what is there to worry about?"

He is no longer too worried about the International Wizarding Secrecy Law. Anyway, Charlene Gold said that he has his own solution.

After putting this worry aside, Fudge felt relaxed. What was there to worry about?

Unless the mysterious person is resurrected, it's all a trivial matter!

"The mysterious man is resurrected!"

"It turns out that the mysterious man is resurrected? Don't worry, it's nothing-?" After speaking, Fudge's voice changed a tone, "What did you say?"

"He said that the mysterious man was resurrected!" Crouch took over the words. He glanced at Fudge with disgust, "As expected of the Minister of Magic, he didn't even care about the mysterious man being resurrected. I think it's possible Already thought of a solution?"

"What - I - you - are you kidding! Right? Kingsley! This is the first time I found you so funny!" Fudge laughed awkwardly and tried to pat Kingsley's shoulder with his hand. Praise this humorous Auror young man.

"I don't think this is a joking occasion, sir!" Kingsley couldn't help but look at him with some disappointment. Then his eyes turned to Dumbledore.

He immediately noticed that Dumbledore was looking at Xia Lin with a stern look, as if asking the truth of the matter.

But he understood it wrong. What Dumbledore wanted to know was whether things were beyond Xia Lin's control.

"It's a pity that Fudge, what Mr. Kingsley said is true. Voldemort is indeed resurrected." Xia Lin pretended to be hard-working and said, "He is definitely not someone else pretending to be, otherwise he would not have such a powerful power." Power. Even I lost. Karkaroff resurrected him, only to be killed by him instead."

"It's really interesting. You two colluded!" Fudge's face turned pale. To be honest, he probably almost believed Xia Lin's statement, but because of the fear in his heart, he subconsciously hypnotized himself.

How can the mysterious man be resurrected?

Not to mention, his proud backer also lost!

Kingsley felt that his minister might be hopeless, and he could only place his hope on Dumbledore. Fortunately, Dumbledore will always be the same Dumbledore!

"Okay - let's do it, Kingsley, and Crouch, you go back to the ministry to bring this news back. Connelly, you stay here for a while, Xia Lin and I have some things to discuss with you." Dumbledore quickly gave the order. And his words are more useful than the Minister of Magic in this situation!

"I know!" Crouch and Kingsley disappeared into the fireplace.

"Deng-Bulledore-" After all, Fudge has not been won over by the pure-blood faction yet. He has only been the minister for a short time, and his ambition has not expanded to the same level as later. Therefore, after his two subordinates left, he His true nature was immediately revealed and he burst into tears.

"What should I do? I don't have the power to fight against the mysterious man..."

"Quiet Cornelius, let's clear things up first." Dumbledore said calmly. He looked at Xia Lin. At this time, Fudge suddenly noticed that Xia Lin's expression became relaxed and happy.

"--This is?"

"Sorry Connelly, it seems that I scared you. But don't worry, this is just one of my plans. The Voldemort who is about to make trouble outside is not the real one." Xia Lin slowly removed himself from his arms. Take out a weak flame.

Fudge's fat face came close to him: "What is this?"

"This is the real Voldemort."

"What?!"

He jumped up in fright, fell back in horror, and sat down on the ground: "God-God-mysterious man?"

Under Xia Lin's control, the flame slowly formed Voldemort's face, and Xia Lin gave him a little space so that Voldemort's consciousness could talk to Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore-!"

"Charlene Gold!"

Voldemort immediately roared, and Fudge could hear his anger. He immediately used his hands and feet to hide behind Dumbledore.

"Good afternoon, Tom. Your complexion looks much better than the past few days." Dumbledore was extremely happy when he saw Voldemort being controlled by Xia Lin. He immediately started teasing, "You're a lot rosier, what do you mean? What? It looked like he hadn’t taken a shower in more than ten years."

"It has turned into fire, how can it not be rosy?" Xia Lin complained, then put away the flame, turned it into a spherical bird, and placed it next to Dumbledore's phoenix, which was about to reach nirvana. "Send it to you. Yes, you can keep Fox company. By the way, if you want him to react, you just need some music. Or you can simply put him in the annual school song singing session."

"You are really -" Dumbledore shook his head helplessly.

Fudge still didn't understand what was going on, but seeing Voldemort turned into a small thing, not only no longer a threat, but also a little cute, this gave him courage.

"I said, what is going on? The mysterious man is not resurrected?"

"The mysterious man did resurrect Connelly." Xia Lin walked to him.

"Then this is..."

"This is Voldemort. He was resurrected and then defeated by me. Is there any problem?" Xia Lin looked into his eyes, "As for Kingsley seeing that, it was just a puppet, understand? I controlled Voldemort. body, that puppet does have magic power, but he won't hurt anyone, so you don't have to be afraid.

"And—this is your chance."

"My chance?"

"Of course, you already know that he won't hurt you - but others don't know! What will happen if you bravely confront him at this time?" Xia Lin said seductively.

"I will -" The fear on Fudge's face was completely replaced by excitement and greed, "I will - get more support!"

"Obvious!"

"But -" Fudge struggled to get out of his greed, or rather, he didn't get out, but he still had something more fearful - his small eyes looked at Dumbledore. He was worried that someone like Dumbledore would allow him to carry out such a despicable plan?

But Dumbledore stood beside the table as if very busy at this moment - busy teasing the firebird.

Fudge immediately understood Dumbledore's attitude.

"So, what should I do?" He was so excited that he seemed to see a huge golden mountain lying in front of him, and at the top of the golden mountain was huge power!

"You just need to be your Minister of Magic and seek some small benefits for yourself, but don't hurt others. Then, when the American Secret Law Council or the International Federation of Wizards try to hold me accountable , asking them to help fight against Voldemort, otherwise they will stay out of the British wizarding world's business. This is not difficult, right?"

"It's not difficult!" Fudge said decisively.

Dumbledore had never seen this side of him. He always thought Fudge was a weak person.

It seems that as long as people have enough interests in front of them, they will do whatever it takes. He will not be harsh on Fudge because he knows that there is not much difference between himself and Fudge. It's just that the stakes that make him excited may be higher.

"To be honest, Mr. Xia Lin, I have long wanted to be tough on those guys from the International Confederation of Wizards!" He said excitedly, "Those people - zombies! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not talking about you Dumbledore... …”

"I don't mind," Dumbledore said softly.

Then, Xia Lin explained her plan to Fudge in detail, and Fudge nodded repeatedly.

"Put it on me!" He patted his chest and said, "I'll go back and organize the troops to prepare for the confrontation with the mysterious man!"

"No, you should call him - Voldemort!" Xia Lin said.

"F-but-" Fudge still had a hard time saying this. The fear accumulated over the years is like a heavy shackles.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Look, that poor little thing is here now! He's no bigger than a hamster, so what can he do to you?" Xia Lin comforted, "Call Voldemort by his name. It's powerful. You will get more support from the masses."

Hearing this, Fudge seemed to have made up his mind!

"V-Voldemort! Voldemort! Voldemort!"

He shouted three times in a row, each time louder than the last. And the danger he was worried about could not happen at all. The only thing that was hungry for change was probably the small flame on Dumbledore's table. But it only rose a little and then subsided immediately.

"Haha-Voldemort!" Fudge felt unprecedentedly happy. He looked at Xia Lin and Dumbledore with a smile on his face, and said it several times in succession, laughing while talking, as if "Voldemort" was a very ridiculous name. Similar.

"Then I'll take my leave -" he stepped into the fireplace, "Voldemort - that's great."

Floo powdered: "Office of the Minister of Magic."

Now, only Dumbledore and Xia Lin were left in the office.

"Karkaroff is dead?" Dumbledore asked without looking up.

"He died. I asked Voldemort to kill him." Xia Lin said, "He voluntarily resurrected Voldemort. His death is not a pity. What do you think?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, just nodded silently.

After a moment, he asked again: "Do you think it is appropriate for Fudge to continue to expand his power in this way? I think he has gone crazy."

"He is addicted to power, and I can give him just that, which makes him more controllable. If he intends to fight me, then he will have done it as a minister," Xia Lin said.

"Sometimes I feel like you really do look like a Dark Lord - it's a good thing you don't like power, and you don't like killing either."

"The power of magic itself is the greatest power. Of course I don't have to pursue those false powers. If the Magic Congress hadn't planned to target me, I would rather stay in the protected area." Xia Lin said helplessly.

Dumbledore nodded, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Fortunately, I don't have to worry about these things anymore. It's nice to play with the birds in the office. Oh, by the way -"

"What?"

"Xia Lin, how about you be the next principal?"

"ah?"

"Professor Kettleburn has been thinking about retiring recently - I think, maybe I can too." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and looked at Xia Lin expectantly.

Dumbledore: You are the Headmaster!

"I think if you really plan to retire, why not let Minerva be the principal first?"

Xia Lin: I declined.

——

Ministry of Magic.

Kingsley and Crouch have brought news of Voldemort's resurrection.

Now, almost all the officials holding important positions were crowded into Fudge's office.

"How could this happen?" Arthur was bald with worry.

"Kingsley, what did the Minister and Dumbledore say before?" Scrimgeour asked in a low voice.

"The situation may not be optimistic. You know that Fudge. I'm afraid he-" Kingsley shook his head, his disappointment towards Fudge evident.

The two of them spoke neither loudly nor quietly, so that everyone fell silent after listening.

Cornelius Fudge, it was an accident that this person became the Minister of Magic. Facts have proved that his abilities are mediocre enough. Forget it as usual, but now that Voldemort has been resurrected, I'm afraid he is no longer suitable to be the Minister of Magic.