The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

After a long day of searching, the Ministry found nothing. For a time, Fudge's reputation suffered a devastating blow.

In fact, this kind of thing has nothing to do with him, but who told him not to send more guards? Who made him not sentence Peter to get the Dementor's Kiss on the spot? Who made him the current Minister of Magic?

Fudge has sent out all the Aurors and strikers, but the search has made little progress. Meanwhile, Amelia Bones has been privately contacting her cronies. The effect of this contact was surprisingly good. Many people said that the position of Minister of Magic should be held by Director Bones after just a brief contact.

Amelia Bones's momentum was growing, and she also saw the right opportunity and played a "Dumbledore Card". The effect of this card was very good, and she suddenly won the support of a large group of neutral forces. After all, only three years ago, a large group of wizards elected Dumbledore to be Minister of Magic. Even though there are not so many people who want him to be the Minister of Magic now, his prestige still exists and he has a strong influence among the officials of the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge also heard about the commotion caused by Bones, but he had no energy to confront Bones. All his strength was used to arrest people, so how could he have the energy to take care of the careerists who emerged?

The turmoil at the Ministry of Magic naturally affected Hogwarts. The most direct point is that the dementors who were about to withdraw were left behind again. But the impact only goes so far. Apart from becoming a topic of conversation after dinner, this incident did not really affect the lives of the students.

In this atmosphere, Christmas has arrived.

The students who were leaving school packed their luggage early and boarded the Hogwarts Express to return to their hometowns under the watchful eyes of the dementors.

There were so many little wizards going home this time. Even Harry, who never went back during Christmas, got on this train. In the same carriage with him were Sirius Black and his good friend Ron. This year Harry will spend Christmas at Sirius's house. It was also the first time since he was born that he spent Christmas in someone else's home.

Tom and Hermione rented a private room by themselves, and they sat facing each other in the private room. Crookshanks was lying on the table between them like a ginger leather blanket.

"Is there anywhere you want to go during the Christmas vacation?" Tom asked Hermione while fumbling for something in his backpack.

Hermione moved her eyes away from Crookshanks, looked at Tom, and said seriously: "Tom, we don't have free time to hang out. We have to spend the entire Christmas vacation doing homework assigned by the professors."

"Really!" Tom raised his head in surprise, "I always thought that we could go to a museum or stroll along the Thames in at least two or three days..."

"Originally, there was, but a certain key man fished for several weeks, causing the progress of all papers to stall." Hermione held Crookshanks in her arms and glanced at Tom.

Under the slender eyebrows are lovely almond-like eyes, and the black eyes seem to be able to speak, showing a bit of reproach.

Tom stared into Hermione's eyes with a loving look on his face, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. "What's wrong? Isn't what I said the truth?"

"Some people would use almond to describe a girl's eyes. I think that's right." Tom blinked.

"Oh, you like to watch it so much, then you can watch it as much as you want!" Hermione came closer and at the same time stretched out her little boot under the table and kicked Tom's calf.

Hiss - it hurts! Tom drew in a sharp breath, and the expression on his face became painful. Although Hermione didn't use too much force, the calf bone was kicked by the girl's boots, which would have been unbearable for anyone.

Hermione pouted and made a naughty face at Tom, but she didn't feel proud for long. The next second, Tom bent down and grabbed her stretched out foot.

"Let me go -"

"Don't let go!"

Hermione tried to pull her feet away from Tom's clutches, but failed. After several attempts, she gave up resistance. Not only did he no longer pull away, but he also put his other foot on Tom's leg.

"I don't understand. Is there anything so rare? Hold it like a treasure." Hermione complained disdainfully, but the blush on her face betrayed her.

"This is based on science. In the cerebral cortex responsible for the perception of body parts, the sensory cortex of the feet and -" Tom paused, because according to research, the sensory cortex of the feet and the sensory cortex of the reproductive organs are Close together. Therefore, when the nerve signals of the two parts interfere, a person is obviously touched by his feet, but he may also get sexual stimulation. It is this physiological structure that gradually established the relationship between feet and sex, which is the origin of foot fetish.

This is simply a matter of course!

But how dare he tell Hermione this directly! Will speaking out be considered harassment? Is he still...

"Okay, stop making excuses. Did you bring wizard chess with you?" Hermione's words resolved Tom's embarrassment in time - wasn't it Ramachandran's research? I had read it a long time ago.

"Of course." Tom took out his homemade wizard chess from his backpack, and the two started playing. However, Tom was soon at an absolute disadvantage, because every time Hermione finished processing her own instructions, she would subconsciously shake her legs, which made Tom have no intention of playing chess.

Happy times are always short-lived. Not long after the food truck passed by, the train arrived at the station. Little by little, the little wizards poured onto the platform, then lined up to pass through the wall and return to the Muggle world.

Tom and Hermione were in no hurry to get out of the car. They slowly changed into Muggle clothes, carried the box and hugged the cat and walked out of the box.

There were few people in the corridor at this time. When Tom and Hermione passed by a box, its door was suddenly opened, and Harry and Sirius walked out together.

When the four of them met, they were all stunned. It was Sirius who broke the silence first: "I plan to invite Harry to my house for Christmas. It just so happens that no one lives there for a long time, and I can have more people to help clean up."

Harry laughed, "I'm really good at cleaning."

Harry really wasn't bragging. Forced by his obsessive-compulsive Aunt Petunia, his cleaning skills rival those of professional cleaners. At the Dursleys' house, he was often forced to clean. If it were Sirius's house, there should be no difference. The only difference is that he volunteered to clean it.

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Today we are going to tell the story of Porteous Natchbull, the ninth Minister of Magic.

Porteous Natchbull served as Minister for Magic from 1781 to 1789. In 1782, he was secretly summoned by Lord North, then the Muggle Prime Minister, and asked if he could help treat the mental instability displayed by King George III. As a result, word of Lord North's belief in wizards leaked out, and Porteous Natchbull was forced to resign after a motion of no confidence was passed.