The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

The incident ended with Slytherin and Gryffindor each being deducted 100 points, and Ron and Flint, who were at the core of the incident, being confined for a week.

Argus followed several deans to the Slytherin lounge. After announcing the punishment, the deans turned around and left, returning to the office to discuss how to explain to the outside world next.

After all, such a big vicious incident cannot be concealed.

Think of countermeasures in advance, at least there is room for explanation.

Only Argus was left, standing in the middle of the Slytherin lounge.

The Slytherin members looked guilty.

They had learned from Professor McGonagall that Argus took all the blame in the infirmary.

They all lowered their heads.

I dared not even look at him.

Argus walked to the center with an expressionless face, his eyes scanning around.

"Raise your head!"

Draco hesitated for a moment, and stepped forward.

"Argus, this is all my fault, you... don't blame them."

"I will apply to Dean Snape..."

"I never meant to blame you." Argus answered loudly.

"What really makes me angry is your attitude towards difficulties and setbacks!"

"If you deduct points, just find a way to add them back!"

"Why are you sighing here!"

The little Slytherin snake raised his head, and the disappointment in his eyes gradually disappeared.

The look he gave Argus was even more fanatical.

"Last school year, we made history!"

"With an unattainable score, we won the college cup."

Argus's clear voice echoed in the lounge.

The confidence of the Slytherins returned again.

Proudly raised his head.

Everyone stared at the blue-eyed boy in the center of the lounge.

"Since we can create the first time, we can create the second time!"

"Why?"

"Because we are Slytherin! We are the embodiment of confidence, ambition and glory!"

"Now, look into my eyes and tell me, do you have confidence!"

"Yes!"

The little snake of Slytherin roared excitedly.

There was no trace of the decadence just now.

"I can't hear it!"

"Yes!"

"Very good, keep this attitude, glory will definitely belong to Slytherin!"

"Yes, Chief!"

...

What happened in the morning spread throughout the British wizarding world before noon.

That afternoon, under pressure from outside wizards, the Hogwarts Board of Directors announced that Dumbledore, who had been suspended for less than two days, would return to the position of principal.

Dumbledore hurried back from outside after hearing the news.

The first thing was to call Argus to the principal's office.

Looking at Argus, who seemed a little guilty, Dumbledore's face was full of black lines.

"Mr. Grindelwald!"

"You said you wanted me to return to Hogwarts, is this the way?"

Argus touched his nose guiltily.

He originally wanted to influence the Hogwarts Board of Directors through Lucius and the pure-blood families cooperating with the Saints, so that the Board of Directors would revoke the suspension order against Dumbledore.

As a result, such a big incident happened before he even wrote the letter.

But anyway, the goal was achieved, and there were no major casualties, so Dumbledore had no place to vent his anger.

He was just a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

"Just tell me whether you are coming back or not!"

"You!" Dumbledore was amused by Argus's recklessness.

When he was looking for connections outside, he also thought of many means to make Harry a hero of Gryffindor and send the college cup to them.

As a result, before he even started, 100 points were deducted!

This is 100 points!

It's easy to deduct, but if I want to add them, how much thought do I have to spend!

"Forget about it."

The incident had already happened, and Dumbledore knew that it would not make much sense to continue to entangle with him.

He simply stopped entangled and changed the subject.

"There is something that needs your help, Mr. Grindelwald."

"You are the headmaster of Hogwarts and the chief wizard of the Wizengamot. I am a second-year wizard and cannot help you."

"If you really encounter difficulties, you might as well go to Professor McGonagall or Dean Snape. They are much better than a little wizard like me."

Agus knew that Dumbledore would do bad things as long as he opened his mouth.

Decisive rejection!

Dumbledore's tone did not change at all: "Wait until I finish speaking, and then consider whether to refuse."

"I don't know what you think of Mr. Weasley, Agus?"

"Mr. Weasley? Ron?"

"It's his father, Mr. Arthur Weasley."

When Ron was mentioned, Dumbledore couldn't help but have a headache.

He cheated Harry at school and cheated his own father outside.

Now, as soon as the flying car started, it was about to send his father to jail.

This matter itself can be big or small.

In a big way, it exposed the wizarding world. In a small way, it was just a modification of Muggle items. Arthur was the director of the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. He could just fool people by saying that he confiscated Muggle items.

But the point is, he just led people to raid the homes of a lot of pure-bloods!

These people are now gnashing their teeth at him. Now that they have found an opportunity, how can they let him go easily!

In the past, Dumbledore could still use his influence on Fudge to hint to Fudge to let him go.

But Fudge, with the help of Argus, thought he was in control of the Auror Command.

He was thinking about how to get rid of Dumbledore, so how could he listen to him?

Because he knew that Arthur was Dumbledore's man, he even helped the pure-blood family.

In desperation, Dumbledore had to seek help from outside.

Argus, who had contact with both Fudge and Lucius, became the best choice.

"Arthur Weasley..."

Argus immediately understood what Dumbledore was thinking.

But he didn't plan to help.

To be honest, he had a good impression of Arthur, and his notes did give him a lot of inspiration.

Unfortunately, the label of Dumbledore on him was too heavy.

No matter how he saved him, he couldn't turn him from the Order of the Phoenix into a saint.

It's not impossible to do it yourself, but... you have to pay more!

He shook his head and continued to refuse: "Forget it, Professor Dumbledore."

"I do have a good relationship with Mr. Weasley, but it's a pity that I don't, and the saints don't have such long hands to interfere with the Ministry of Magic's choice."

"Really?" Dumbledore didn't quite believe it.

Although he had no evidence, with the personality of Argus and his old friend, they would never come to the UK without placing people in the Ministry of Magic for a year.

He thought about it and sighed.

"In that case, I will think of another way."

"Don't forget our agreement last year. If Harry has any problems, I hope you can correct it in time."

"Of course! Professor Dumbledore, if there is nothing else, I will go back to see the wounded in Slytherin..."

Argus said halfway and suddenly realized that he shouldn't mention this matter.

He raised his head and met Dumbledore's resentful eyes.

He ran out of the door before he finished speaking.