The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Dumbledore showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He seemed to have not expected Fudge to refuse directly.

In the past, although Fudge sometimes disagreed with him, he never chose to confront him head-on.

In most cases, he would even choose to compromise!

But today...

Dumbledore's eyes changed, and he looked at Fudge deeply.

"I understand, Cornelius."

After getting the answer, Dumbledore did not pester him anymore.

He left the Ministry of Magic directly, returned to the headmaster's office, and lay on the rocking chair that belonged to him.

He recalled the information about Fudge during this period in his mind.

Before today, he had not heard of anything happening around Fudge.

The only thing that could be called an accident was... Argus!

But Argus only had contact with Fudge for a moment!

In such a short period of time, Fudge's attitude could change so much, even Dumbledore was a little bit unbelievable.

"Is it really you, Argus?"

"In just a few minutes, you can bring such a big impact to Cornelius!"

"You are worthy of being your heir...Gail!"

...

After Argus finished the examination at St. Mungo's Hospital, he was sent back to the manor by Mrs. Molly.

Vita got the news shortly after Argus walked out of the Ministry of Magic, and was waiting at the door at this moment.

Seeing Argus coming back, the worry in his eyes slowly dispelled.

He took two quick steps to greet him.

"Argus, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Aunt Vita."

Argus shook his head and looked at Arthur and Mrs. Molly beside him: "Aunt Vita, these two are Mr. Arthur Weasley and Mrs. Molly."

"They sent me to St. Mungo's Hospital."

"Thank you for your help." Vita smiled and nodded to the two.

"Ms. Rosier, you are too polite."

Arthur respected the legendary figure Vita Rosier very much, but Mrs. Molly had no scruples.

Pulling Vita to tell her a lot about Argus.

This made Arthur a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, I'll pay attention."

Vita didn't show any impatience, and nodded slightly seriously.

"Since Mr. Grindelwald has been sent, we'll take our leave first."

Arthur still felt a little pressure in front of Vita, and spoke a little more reservedly.

Vita didn't speak until the two left.

"That Weasley kid is good. If I remember correctly, his wife should be the sister of the Prewett brothers."

"The Prewett brothers?" Argus didn't have much impression of these two people.

There is little description of Mrs. Molly's past in the original book, only that she was an elite Auror, and there are only a few words about the rest.

"These two people are the original members of the Order of the Phoenix, and they were besieged and killed by Death Eaters in the First Wizarding War."

"Not bad."

Vita explained lightly.

Argus raised his eyebrows.

He didn't need to ask to know the reason for Vita's investigation.

The three words "Order of the Phoenix", do I need to say it!

In these years of getting along with Vita, Argus had noticed more than once that although the other party seemed to have let go of the past, there was actually a hurdle in his heart.

He was very concerned about Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix.

He probably knew the information about the two initial members by heart.

"Aunt Vita, after I was taken away, nothing happened to the Saints, right?"

Argus was not interested in Mrs. Molly's past, and turned to ask about the situation of the Saints.

"No, after you were taken away, I left a few people to continue to arrange today's activities."

"Most of them were summoned by me to prevent someone from taking the opportunity to cause trouble."

"Originally, I wanted to go to the Ministry of Magic in person, but it was the Malfoy kid who kept sending people to pass on the news secretly."

"But I guess he didn't expect Scrimgeour to be so bold that he actually wanted to use truth serum!"

At this point, Vita was scared.

This time it was truth serum, even if it was drunk, it would only cause a lot of trouble and would not cause harm to Argus.

But what about next time?

Who can guarantee that Argus will not be fed any deadly potion!

"I miscalculated this matter."

"I only thought that he would use some methods to force me to speak, but I didn't expect them to be so unscrupulous."

Argus also felt a little cold on his back.

He had calculated everything, but he didn't expect Scrimgeour to be so stubborn!

It felt like a scholar meeting a soldier, and he couldn't explain his reason.

"Fortunately, you and Lucius acted quickly, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

"Aunt Vita, remember to send someone to prepare a gift for the wizards who were invited to help."

"There are still many ordinary wizards coming from the British wizarding world today. They can't be contacted. Let's hold some activities in the store tomorrow. It can be regarded as a favor from our Saints Group."

"I will prepare the gifts for the four deans of Hogwarts and Dumbledore myself."

"As for Weasley..."

When it comes to Arthur and Mrs. Molly's gifts, Argus has a slight headache.

With their personalities, they will definitely not accept the gifts they give.

But if they don't, everyone else will have gifts, but the Weasleys won't, and many people will talk about it.

"Forget it, I'll go to the Burrow in person tomorrow. As for the gifts, just prepare some household items."

"How are the store sales today?"

"Very good!" When Vita mentioned this, her tone was filled with satisfaction that was hard to conceal.

Looking at Argus, his eyes were even more excited.

"In just one day, we made nearly 10,000 gold Galleons!"

"In the past, this was our monthly income!"

"If it weren't for the big incident at Gringotts at noon, today's profit would have at least doubled!"

"Ten thousand, not a small amount." Argus nodded, indicating that this amount was acceptable.

"What's going on at Gringotts?"

Vita sneered: "Playing dead! What can happen!"

"It's a pity that the British wizards are very resistant to them because of what happened at noon."

"Many wizards took out the gold Galleons they had stored there."

"No matter how the goblins persuaded them, it was useless. If they were a little emotional, the wizards would say: 'Goblin, are you going to start a third rebellion?' They were so scared that they dared not say a word."

Argus frowned: "No movement from the pure-blood family?"

"Their property is not comparable to that of ordinary wizards, and they will not be transferred for a while." Vita explained softly.

"That's true."

After the two briefly discussed the gifts and the next activities of the Saint's Shop, Argus returned to his room.

A long-lost feeling of fatigue came over him.

He fell asleep hugging his pillow.

...

The next morning.

Argus brought some gifts and knocked on the door of the Burrow.

A handsome figure with red wolf-tail hair appeared.

"Are you... Mr. Grindelwald?"