Magical Studies at Hogwarts

The meeting with Scrimgeour was three days later.

They were sitting on a bench in a small park in London, and Dumbledore was informed directly by Scrimgeour. In this situation, this was the only way to maintain some confidentiality.

Everyone knew that the Ministry of Magic was not a safe place, and there were countless people inside who were willing to tell Voldemort about their meeting.

"Rufus, long time no see." Dumbledore took out a handful of bread crumbs from a small bag and threw it out. He watched a group of pigeons fluttering their wings and flew over to snatch it, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Long time no see, Dumbledore." In contrast, Scrimgeour had a serious face and sat directly next to Dumbledore, frowning and saying, "You are really interested."

"Things can't get any worse, can they?" said Dumbledore, "We have to have some fun for ourselves and relieve the stress."

"Your way is to feed the pigeons?"

"Of course not, this is just a temporary diversion while waiting for you. You know, candy makes me happy."

"Okay..." Scrimgeour decided not to continue this topic and said directly, "Let's get straight to the point... What do you think of cutting off part of the mysterious man's forces and capturing those hateful werewolves?"

"I am very willing, Rufus, we really shouldn't let the situation get worse." Dumbledore put away the small bag and said calmly.

"Very well, then I hope you and the people in the Order of the Phoenix..."

"Sorry, I have to interrupt you." Dumbledore said, "Do you mean we act together?"

"Do you have other ideas?" Scrimgeour frowned and his tone became deeper.

"Of course not." Dumbledore shook his head, "I'm just afraid that those people from the Order of the Phoenix will cause you trouble, Rufus. You know, neither Sirius nor Alastor are very willing to listen to others' orders...

…”

Scrimgeour looked at Dumbledore, who had a calm face, as if he wanted to see through his inner thoughts. After a while, he said: "It is very reasonable for the Ministry of Magic to lead this operation."

Dumbledore nodded after hearing this and said: "I very much agree with this and am willing to provide all my help for this. But in terms of the details of the operation, I think there are some things that need to be discussed carefully..."

"You probably don't know yet, but we have a dragon that can join the battle."

"dragon?"

"Yes, a Norwegian Ridgeback."

"Can anyone make a dragon obedient?" Scrimgeour's eyes flickered, "It takes three or four people to train a dragon...wait! Scamander is back?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded with a smile, "He and his family went to the United States before, but Newt, my old friend, is happy to provide us with some help at this time.

"

Scrimgeour took a deep breath and looked at Dumbledore with erratic eyes, but in an instant, only water-like calm remained. He nodded lightly and said, "With Mr. Scamander's help, indeed

No problem...then your idea is to let that dragon take the main attack?"

"Yes, this can greatly reduce our losses." Dumbledore said.

"Yes, that's right... Then how do we ensure that we can use the full power of that dragon? Those disgusting werewolves will not just get together."

"This is indeed a problem." Dumbledore hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Maybe we can hurt them first so that they have to get together?"

"I can send out all the combatants from the Ministry of Magic, and you can also ask people from the Order of the Phoenix to join in and drive the werewolves together." Scrimgeour said, "This should be easier to do than before. You should

You don’t know yet, but a group of foreign wandering werewolves have smuggled in. Their actions will no longer be so fast, and we will have many opportunities."

"Really? That's great!" Dumbledore clapped his hands and said excitedly, "Then there's only one question left: Where should we choose the final battlefield?"

"How about the north? In the valley outside the dark forest, if you set up an anti-Apparition spell in advance and guard the intersection leading to the dark forest, you can easily catch them all!" Scrimgeour said sharply, his eyes sharpening.

Look directly into Dumbledore's eyes.

Seeing this, Dumbledore nodded slightly and said: "I very much agree, Rufus, just follow your plan... However, I think there is no need to let people from the Order of the Phoenix join the battle order of the Ministry of Magic.

, they all have free souls.”

"Moreover, they also have to stop the Death Eaters. With all due respect, there may be no one in the Ministry of Magic who can be a match for Strider and Lestrange."

Hearing this, Scrimgeour took a deep look at Dumbledore, his face was very calm and showed no expression. Dumbledore, on the other hand, looked back with a faint smile and without hesitation.

"Okay." After being quiet for a long time, Scrimgeour slowly uttered a word. Then he stood up and adjusted his robe a little.

"So, the plan starts in two days?"

"I have no objection."

"Very good." After another deep look at Dumbledore, Scrimgeour apparated away and frightened the pigeons in the square to flee.

Dumbledore sat on the bench for a while, watching the pigeons gradually come back. He took out the small bag, opened it, reached out and grabbed a handful. After a pause, he spilled the remaining bread crumbs.

The pigeons immediately flapped their wings and gathered around, but Dumbledore stood up and walked slowly outside the square.

As soon as he left the square, he stopped again. He saw an old man with gray hair standing quietly on the street, with an old suitcase at his feet, smiling and waving to him.

"It's really nice to see you, Newt." Dumbledore came to Newt's side and gave him a warm hug. "When I heard the news that you were back, you don't know how happy I was!

"

"Rolph is still in school at Hogwarts. I happened to meet the Weasley child in Romania and came back." Newt replied.

"So...Tina doesn't know about this?" Dumbledore had a strange expression on his face. He looked Newt up and down and asked, "In other words, how long have you been running away now?"

"More than a month." Newt smiled naively, picked up the suitcase on the floor, and fastened the buckle that popped open at some point, "Even better, Queenie invites her to be a guest...and, I always want to

This is the last time to see an old friend." As he said that, he looked at Dumbledore's intact right hand and asked, "How long will it take?"

"One year? Maybe less?" Dumbledore said nonchalantly, stretched out his hand and took Newt's arm, and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore, I still have plenty of time."

"You really don't think about changing the box? How old is this one? Fifty years?"

"Almost..."

Before he finished speaking, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the two of them disappeared.