HP Magic Biography

"I'm sorry, Principal..." Snape said, "Forgive me for interrupting you, but a potion bottle doesn't change anything at all, let alone, it's just a..."

"Yes, the empty bottle is correct," Dumbledore nodded, "At least for now!"

Dumbledore randomly fiddled with the empty brown medicine bottle, which was really useless in his eyes.

"So, I think it's better to solve Sirius' problem with Minister of Magic, Mr. Cornelius Fudge, than where to waste time. What do you think, Minister Fudge?" Snape said, and he gave Fudge to him. Pushed it out, in his opinion, he had said enough today.

"Yes, Dumbledore!" Fudge was serious. "According to the order issued by the Ministry of Magic, all the wizards on record are responsible for helping the Ministry solve the problem, and can force a call if necessary..."

"I don't remember such a law..." Dumbledore said casually. He had been looking at the cat that Fanlin had changed. His blue pupils were hidden behind the half-moon glasses, and his eyes narrowed slightly. I didn't know what I was thinking about when I got up.

Fudge was choked by Dumbledore for a while. What is it that I don’t remember such a law?

Harry stared at Snape angrily. He knew that Snape wanted Sirius to die and couldn't wait, but he still felt very angry. He thought Snape was really bad!

"I'm very sorry, Connelly..." Dumbledore said, "You know, the last time I participated in the Legislative Assembly of the Ministry of Magic was... Oh, or a few years ago, and I've been studying magic for the rest of the day... …"

"This was last year, Albus!" Fudge's expression improved a little bit. At least Dumbledore could give him an explanation. Although this explanation was very clumsy, the ghost knew that Dumbledore had done some work in the past two years. What, obsessed with magic research?

Whether Fudge believes it or not, it is clearly unwise to have a conflict with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore is the principal of Hogwarts School, and Dumbledore has taught here since the first generation of Dark Lord Grindelwald. Forty years of school career has made Dumbledore's prestige very strong.

This is Hogwarts, this is the best magic school in the world, and many elites in the magic world have gone out from here. Obviously, there is not much benefit to being the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"I think you should pay more attention to the instructions of the Ministry of Magic, Albus. Many laws have now been strengthened and further revised."

"Indeed, under your leadership, the Ministry of Magic is getting... more and more powerful, isn't it?"

After Fudge heard these words, his face completely eased, at least Dumbledore respected him on the surface.

"Very good!" Fudge regained his old look, and he straightened his chest, and his whole body was slightly behind.

"So, going back to the original question, you also know about Sirius, Albus, this is about the prestige of the Ministry of Magic. The longer you delay, the prestige of the Ministry will gradually decline. This is very bad, so The attitude of the Ministry of Magic is to take over all matters concerning Sirius."

"Oh, of course, there is nothing wrong with it!" Dumbledore nodded. "However, before opening the barrier and letting those things in, I think there is someone you must meet."

"Is there anything more worthy of my investigation than Sirius Black. If you are talking about our Harry, he is here. I think Harry is also in favor of the Ministry's decision. I believe our Harry must He has completely got rid of Sirius Black's control."

"Oh, what Potter said is indeed one of them, and you have already seen the other one, Connelly. However, there is the truth about that year. I think we need to hear how Mr. Peter Pediru answered. of."

"What are you talking about? It's impossible. Isn't Peter Pediru dead already, killed by Sirius Black, and we all attended Peter's funeral!" Fudge said, he thought Dumbledore must be crazy .

"Indeed, we buried a finger of Peter Pediru," Dumbledore nodded, "but it was only a finger."

"What the **** are you talking about, Albus, I don’t have the time to discuss a dead man with you here. Moreover, you, I, and Mr. Peter Pediru are all first-class Medal winners of the Merlins. I want to discuss it privately. It's an insult to Sir Merlin."

"He's a liar!" Harry cried angrily, and Fudge was taken aback.

"Calm down, Mr. Potter!" Dumbledore said, and Hermione hurried up and took Harry with her hand.

"Perhaps it seems like a good choice for him to discuss with you about the past in person!"

Dumbledore said mildly, but Fudge was angry, and he thought he was being tricked.

However, Dumbledore quickly gave an answer that shocked Fudge.

Dumbledore pointed his finger to the ground lightly.

"FiniteIncatatem (cursive stop)!"

Dumbledore chanted the spell calmly. He wanted Fudge to know that he didn't use any hands or feet unless he cast a deceptive spell, but that was something I would use in combat, which required extremely high control skills. But Fudge clearly understood it, and he could tell at a glance whether he had moved his hands or feet.

That was almost a momentary matter, Guanghua was very dim, basically a fleeting matter, Peter, who was originally reduced by Fanlin, appeared in front of everyone with the influence of lying on the ground.

Fudge couldn't believe his eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fanlin easily caught Fudge's immense magic power to probe Peter lying on the ground. He seemed to want to see through Dumbledore's magic.

However, leaving aside whether Fudge was able to do it, Dumbledore just released a spell-relief technique, and the other hands and feet simply did not exist.

This made Fudge feel very surprised. There is no weird transfiguration in it, and his investigation is useless.

Of course he recognized the man lying on the ground. Peter Pediru's funeral was presided over by him himself. The eulogy written by Umbridge, who was still a little secretary at that time.

This is to commemorate the warriors who fought against the Dark Lord. He read these eulogy personally and awarded Peter the glory of Sir Merlin, but Peter is lying here now, he is obviously still alive.

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