This Hogwarts is not normal

At three o'clock in the morning, Snape had searched almost the entire castle, but could not find any clues.

After the six little ones had eaten their fill, they had already quietly returned to the dormitory.

Cedric and Rolf turned left when they went out, and it was not difficult for the remaining four to rely on the Marauder's Map.

On this day, Gryffindor still had the most points.

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A few hours later in the morning.

London, Westminster, Whitehall.

At dawn, a man with long, silky blond hair and a satin-like robe appeared on this busy street.

He holds the silver snake head of the black cane in his palm, showing elegance and calmness in every step he takes.

And here is not only the location of many Muggle government departments, but also the hiding place of the Ministry of Magic.

The middle-aged man is tall and slender and looks very handsome.

With his gloomy and pale face, combined with his outfit, he looked like he was no ordinary person.

However, the strange thing is that the passers-by act like "passers-by" who cannot see the aristocratic dress.

The man also seemed not to see them and turned into a dirty street with several dilapidated buildings.

The rusty red phone booth in front of him seemed to be where he was going.

He picked up the phone and put it aside, then reached for the dial and dialed the number "62442".

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and the business you need to handle."

This cold female voice did not come from the microphone, but from the top of the phone booth above the man's head.

"Lucius Malfoy, I have an appointment with Minister Fudge."

"Confirmed." The female voice was no longer cold, and even more enthusiastic, "Please take the badge.

The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day."

Lucius didn't go to get the metal badge that popped out of the coin slot.

He waited for a few seconds, and the floor suddenly sank as if it was collapsing.

The darkness didn't last long.

This section is like a small room in a Muggle elevator, stopping in front of a splendid hall.

Its dark wooden floors are polished to a polished finish.

The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, which are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

There were many gilded fireplaces embedded in the walls on both sides, and people were constantly appearing and disappearing from inside.

The most conspicuous thing in the hall is a pure gold statue fountain.

On it are wizards and witches, centaurs, goblins and house elves.

Under the influence of magic, water jets are sprayed out from different places on the sculpture.

Lucius walked straight towards the golden door at the end.

He opened the door and walked in, and what he saw was more than twenty magic elevators.

Just as he was walking towards the elevator on the far left, a black and white vortex suddenly appeared not far in front of him.

It was accompanied by a rather harsh explosion of air.

As soon as the back of a tall and thin man appeared, Lucius turned his attention to the sparse back of his head.

He has red hair and his suit is a bit white.

The tall and thin man turned around subconsciously and gently pushed the glasses on his nose.

"It's you, Malfoy—"

He stepped forward with great interest, "No wonder I was almost late today. It turns out that you, a distinguished guest, are coming to the ministry~"

"Here comes Wes." Lucius looked coldly at his forehead, which was sparser than the back of his head.

His elegance and calmness disappeared in an instant, "You should pay more attention to your body, don't just care about the children."

The man who was almost the same height as him was none other than the twins and Ron's father, Arthur Weiss.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Arthur lowered his head and glanced at his chest, "Where's your badge, Malfoy?"

Lucius sneered, "When did the Department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts have the right to question me?"

He raised his hand to push aside Arthur who was blocking the way, "Wes, come on, I don't have time to greet you."

"You'd better be careful."

Arthur tilted his head, his face full of high spirits, "You know about Quirinus Quirrell, right?

I have submitted an application to the ministry to thoroughly investigate all items containing black magic."

Lucius stopped and turned around, "It's ridiculous. Such a ridiculous application will never be approved."

"Really? Do you really think so?"

His pale face remained unmoved.

"Come Wes, I am innocent and cannot have any collusion with dark forces." After saying that, he turned around and stepped into the elevator.

Arthur stared until the door was completely closed.

"Oh no, we're really going to be late now!" He hurriedly ran into the second-to-last elevator on the right.

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The Minister of Magic's office is on the ground floor deeper than the lobby.

The style here is very period, and there are several promotional posters posted on both sides of the corridor.

Each one has a different slogan, but Fudge's big face is on them all.

Lucius stopped in front of the door, adjusted his expression slightly, and then stretched out his hand.

"Knock knock——"

"Come in."

He opened the door and put on a false smile, "Mr. Minister, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet with me."

Fudge, who was sitting behind his desk, responded with the same smile, "Lucius, given the relationship between you and me, no matter how busy I am, I have to meet you first."

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He clapped his hands lightly, and two cups of hot tea appeared on the table.

"please."

Lucius sat across from him with some restraint, "You're welcome."

He leaned his snake-headed cane against his chair, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.

After taking a sip of hot tea, with the portrait of the first Minister of Magic hanging behind him, Ulric Gamp suddenly lowered his head in a daze.

Lucius didn't put down the teacup he was holding until the portrait started snoring.

"Your Excellency Minister, don't you think this process is too cumbersome?"

"This is the rule he set." Fudge turned to look at the portrait, "Only when the guests drink the tea, anything discussed in the office will not be leaked."

"I know, that's why I prepared this." Lucius stretched out his hand to reach into his robe.

"I just need a reminder." He took out a small box that was the size of a palm but was extremely beautifully made.

Fudge raised his eyebrows slightly, "Dumbledore is very sure."

Lucius' expression changed drastically, but he quickly returned to normal, "I'm very grateful to you, Mr. Minister."

Voldemort really appeared, even if it was just Dumbledore's one-sided statement.

"One more thing."

"Say it." Fudge stopped his right hand hanging above the box.

"How do you think about my previous proposal, Minister?"

Lucius had already been here more than half a month ago.

"Is it still the same reason as before?" Fudge decisively picked up the small box.

"Not to mention whether Dumbledore will assist in the investigation, just doing so will lead to countless criticisms against the Ministry of Magic."

Lucius understood the subtext.

It’s not that it’s impossible, it’s that the benefits have not been achieved.

His pale face once again put on a false smile, "I heard that the ministry's funds are limited recently, and I am a very kind-hearted person."

Fudge put away the small box with peace of mind, "I have to seriously think about how to minimize the impact."

Firstly, it can damage Dumbledore's reputation, and secondly, it can also serve as a warning to the wizarding world.

As the current Minister of Magic, the real reason why he refused in the first place was actually because Lucius was too stingy.

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