The card draw starts in Azkaban

Just as Duwei was teaching Harry how to face the Boggart, on the other side of the school, Snape went to find Dumbledore. Standing in front of the stone statue, he calmly said what happened recently.

Password.

"Bibi's all-flavored beans."

The stone statue lazily raised its eyes and glanced at Snape, then retracted its eyelids more slowly, turned around, and moved away.

There was a creaking sound, and it turned around to make way.

Snape pulled his robes in front and quickly walked up the spiral staircase.

If he heard correctly, when the stone monster turned back, it let out a deep sigh.

"Why".

Snape ignored the lazy stone monster and came to the principal's office.

The principal's office was very quiet. The principals in many portraits had gone out to play. The remaining principals were doing their own things. The Phoenix stood on a horizontal bar and looked at Snape.

Dumbledore had his eyes closed and seemed to be dozing.

As a master of Legilimency, Snape could tell at a glance that Dumbledore was not faking sleep, but was looking for something in his memory.

After a while, Dumbledore opened his eyes and saw Snape, but before Snape could speak, the light of Dumbledore's fireplace turned green.

Someone used floo powder to come here.

"Wait a moment, Severus, I'm afraid it's him coming to see me again."

Dumbledore signaled Snape to wait a moment and turned to look at the fireplace. Sure enough, a fat and greasy head appeared in the fireplace.

Minister of Magic Fudge.

Dumbledore waved his wand casually, and Severus Snape felt that there was an invisible barrier around him. If he guessed correctly, the meaning of this magic was to prevent the people in the fireplace from seeing him.

.

He could still hear the conversation this time.

A magically created invisibility cloak.

Fudge descended on the fireplace in the principal's office, and only a head appeared in the Floo network's fireplace. This was a clever trick that Snape himself knew. You can choose to use your body when communicating on the Floo network.

A certain part of it was sent over, just like Fudge.

However, the reason why skills are called skills is because they require long-term practice.

If you are not proficient in this technique, if you are not careful, it is very likely that the facial features on your face will leave you as your technique is not proficient.

The fire turned into a head, and Fudge's voice came out of his head, panicking and losing all confidence.

"We need your help, Dumbledore. The Ministry of Magic is in a terrible mess."

Fudge asked Dumbledore to help the Ministry of Magic.

He thought of Dumbledore again.

Only Dumbledore can help him.

"Those guys are on strike!"

Fudge complained.

It has been more than ten days since the last time Duwei and Sirius appeared. During this period, Fudge continued to intensify the search for these two prisoners. Some "former" Death Eaters who had "repented of their past" also took advantage of the opportunity.

This opportunity led them to join the Ministry of Magic - "We are your loyal subordinates, Minister, and we are willing to obey any of your orders." After joining the Ministry of Magic, they made large donations to Hogwarts and St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic, together with

The Ministry of Magic also donated heavily.

They also handed over donations to the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge was extremely satisfied with this. He felt that these former Death Eaters were all supporting him - "The mysterious man is dead, and these Death Eaters were good people who were bewitched and threatened back then." He hypnotized himself in this way. These "

Former Death Eaters served as high-level officials under the mysterious man, and now they are parachuted into the Ministry of Magic.

They have done nothing, but they are already high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic.

They formed a group, squeezed out the mixed-blood wizards and other old people who were working, and usurped resources. In a very short period of time, they formed a large network.

Fudge was very satisfied with this. He felt that everyone in the Ministry of Magic was harmonious. With the help of these people, he had a better grasp of the power of the Ministry of Magic!

Here’s what happened!

What he didn't expect was that under his stupid actions, the entire Ministry of Magic was almost completely shut down. Perhaps he had never thought about one thing, that is, power does not come from the top down.

Power comes from the bottom up. He is not Dumbledore. He can control the Ministry of Magic because he is the Minister of Magic. He is in that position, so he can order the officials of the Ministry of Magic.

Without the position of Minister of Magic, he is nothing!

Just like ancient Rome, only the emperor who holds the imperial army and legions is the real emperor.

No matter whether you are Octavian or Caesar, if you lose the loyalty of your generals, you are just a corpse!

The Ministry of Magic is composed of many wizards, and people like Lucius Malfoy will not catch two fugitives personally.

The ones who really do the work are the unlucky ones like Walker. They have no vacations, no subsidies, and nothing. They are at the front, but they are repeatedly stabbed in the back.

The credit belongs to Lucius, and people like Walker have nothing.

"Tell these idiots to get out of my world, or I will tell them to try what it means to 'cut out the heart'!"

This was Mad-Eye Moody's stern roar at Goyle in front of Fudge, even if Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, was here, Mad-Eye Moody was still the same.

He didn't care about his direct superiors and the top boss at all. After his rant, he took away a large number of Aurors and continued patrolling, but refused to obey the orders of "those stupid superiors".

The remaining Aurors, how should I put it, when these poor people captured Hagrid at Hogwarts last year, countless spells fell on Hagrid, but Hagrid bounced them away. 100%

They were perfect in the 80th grade of the Ultimate Wizard Level Examination and the Defense Against the Dark Arts written exam, but in the remaining 20th grade of practical operations, their performance was average.

When it comes to their work, they appear to be a bit ridiculous.

Hagrid is a hybrid giant!

He is still mixed race!

He is not a pure-blooded giant!

Aurors are the most powerful people in the Ministry of Magic who perform the most dangerous tasks. But among this group of people, except for Mad-Eye Moody and others who participated in the last war against Voldemort, the rest of them are more powerful than the others.

The batter isn't much better.

How ridiculous.

What made Fudge despair was that this group of Aurors, as well as the strikers and other departments, did not leave.

It’s just that I didn’t leave!

They are all slacking off in their work.

Fudge simply cannot control the Ministry of Magic by relying on his "loyal" subordinates. Nor can he fire all the Ministry of Magic staff who are passive and slack in their work.

In desperation, he turned to Dumbledore for help.

After hearing these words, Dumbledore casually dealt with Fudge. After a while, Fudge smiled happily.

Snape, who was hidden in magic, had a contemptuous smile on his face.

'Cornelly Fudge, this is a rare fool.'

He felt ridiculous for Fudge's short-sightedness and stupidity. Dumbledore was an extremely smart man. As long as he wanted to, he could make anyone who chatted with him feel happy.

Just like it is now.

He didn't give any help to Fudge, but Fudge was very happy. Maybe what he wanted was not some help, but some emotional comfort.

After sending Fudge away, Dumbledore waved his wand again.

"What happened, Severus?"

He asked Severus to sit down and brought him a cup of tea. Smelling the strong smell of honey in it, Snape put it aside.

"Lupine is giving the boy private lessons."

Snape said: "They were in private contact.

But Lupine is a werewolf."

Dumbledore looked at Snape with a smile, saying that he understood Snape's concerns.

"He will not hurt Harry, Severus. Although Remus is a werewolf, he has never really hurt anyone else."

When he said this, Snape couldn't help but frown. He didn't agree with Dumbledore's words. 'They almost killed me,' Snape thought to himself.

But Snape also knew that arguing with Dumbledore on this matter was useless.

"So, you have known about these things for a long time? This was all done with your acquiescence?"

He goes straight to the point.

"Yes, Severus," Dumbledore said happily, "I also learned about this news not long ago. The relationship between Remus and Harry is extraordinary.

If they are together, nothing will happen.

If you are still worried, how about you take on the role of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts during the week before the full moon night of every month?

Severus, can you spare the time?

Go give those kids Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons?"

After a few words, Snape soon left the principal's office in a good mood.

Only Dumbledore is left alive here.

Dumbledore sat on the chair, feeling a little tired. He took a Bibi Bean from the table and quickly spit it out.

"Bah, bah bah bah!"

He spat loudly and looked unhappy.

"It tastes like earwax again, oops!"

Dumbledore shouted bad luck, took a sip of tea and rinsed his mouth carefully, and then took out a dark magic book from under the table.

This black magic book contains a strange murmur, which can turn the unsteady readers who read it into black magic puppets.

There is no doubt that this is a masterpiece of black magic. Unfortunately, the reader it faces is Dumbledore. Dumbledore opened the book without realizing it, and the black magic flicked on him, and he was easily

It bounced out. Dumbledore looked at the words on it, took out a map, and made signs.

On the cover of this map, an evil-looking dark wizard holds a wand and continuously releases "Avada Kedavra". Unfortunately, his Avada Kedavra has no effect.

The most it can do is add a touch of green light to the writing!