This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The Malfoy family's manor, of course, is under the control of the Malfoy family.

Lucius swept his contemptuous eyes over the eight people, "Such a rude and rude way--"

He tightly grasped the silver snake head on his cane, "Weasley, I advise you not to make a big deal."

Arthur's eyes were particularly determined, "Malfoy, don't try to delay time!"

The orange-red light flashed,

The exquisite wrought iron gate instantly turned into a pile of fragments.

"Since you refuse to cooperate, we have no choice but to enforce the law!"

Lucius' body was shaking.

It exploded, it really exploded.

The gate of their Malfoy family was actually blown up by the barbarian Weasley.

"Words can no longer describe my anger!" He pulled out the elm wand hidden in the cane.

No spells were heard, and the iron fragments scattered on the ground all floated up.

Arthur and the others cast the Iron Armor Charm immediately.

One against eight, obviously irrational.

But Lucius really had no choice.

He was not worried about the dark magic items in the manor, he was only worried about one belonging to Voldemort.

This thing once symbolized loyalty,

but now it has become a hot potato.

Damn Fudge!

He is simply a vampire among vampires!

Lucius did not attack for a long time, and the situation was deadlocked.

Arthur and the others did not dare to be careless.

"Stop!" Two figures walked quickly on the lawn.

In front was the expressionless Dawlish,

and behind was the spirited Fudge.

A big stick plus sweet dates can be exchanged for gold galleons.

Lucius's steady breathing gradually became heavier.

He even lost his face!

"Put down your wands first." Fudge stood between the two sides in a friendly manner, "Just say what you want to say, there is no need to make such a scene."

Arthur and the others thought about it for a while and understood what was going on.

The Minister may have been beating, but his appearance of eating was too ugly.

"Minister Fudge, I want to complain about their violent law enforcement!" Lucius admitted his defeat, but he still had to have the right attitude.

The dissatisfaction written on his face did work.

"Arthur, you go back first."

"But Malfoy's attitude must hide some-"

"Go back first." Fudge turned slightly to the side with a smile on his face, "I will have a good talk with Lucius."

The search was fake, but the real thing was to get benefits.

Arthur and the other eight were all veterans of the Ministry of Magic, so how could they not see the mind of their own minister.

Argue with reason?

Don't be silly, this is the person who dared to give himself the Order of Merlin, First Class.

"Team up!" Arthur took the lead and turned away.

If there was no anti-Apparition spell,

they didn't want to stay for even a second.

Lucius watched them walk away in disgrace,

and felt as happy as he could.

This move of first suppressing and then raising was very refreshing, but it came at a price.

"Lucius, Arthur and the others have misunderstood my meaning--"

Fudge began to explain the purpose of this special operation.

Although Quirrell was sent to Azkaban, the magic world was still under the threat of dark wizards.

He always believed that the noble and elegant Malfoy family would never go along with this group of people.

These words "touched" Lucius.

"Minister Fudge, I have decided to set up a fund to fight against the dark forces and contribute a little to the Ministry of Magic."

It really hurts.

The Malfoy family is not the big boss of Gringotts. No matter how much surplus the landlord has, it will be squeezed dry sooner or later.

Fudge hid the joy on his face well, "Lucius, thank you for your kindness."

He then said with great sorrow: "Those who harm the stability and unity of the magic world will definitely get the punishment they deserve!"

Lucius forced a smile, "Just as you have always believed in me, I believe you can definitely fulfill this long-cherished wish."

"Thank you for your blessing."

"It should be, Mr. Minister."

Dawlish listened to the two people flattering each other like a piece of wood.

There was still no expression on his face, like an emotionless bodyguard.

"I will let Arthur and others come again in three days."

Lucius felt more comfortable in his heart.

Sure enough, no wizard can refuse gold galleons.

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The southern part of Hillingdon, not too far from the center of London.

The Wayne family just walked out of Heathrow Airport,

and ran into the famous reporter of the Daily Prophet.

Rita's dress today is particularly eye-catching,

she is still wearing a bright green coat in such a hot summer.

Her eyes stayed on Vincent all the time.

"Welcome back,

our hero."

Solving the problem that the American magic world couldn't solve did make Da Ying, who was getting weaker every year, proud.

"How do you know the time?"

Rita gently lifted her jeweled glasses, "I know the editor-in-chief of the New York Ghost. He said that you have been visiting the Magic Congress for some time."

She smiled what she thought was a charming smile, "My intuition tells me that you must have had more magical experiences."

"Your intuition is more magical." Eric walked straight past her.

Evelyn followed him without saying a word.

Vincent tapped his white short-sleeved shirt with his fingertips, "I hope you can knock on the door first this time."

"I will." Rita didn't follow him out.

With this interview opportunity, we will definitely be able to dig up bigger news.

139 Oxford Street.

The Wayne family walked over calmly under the gaze of reporters from many wizard newspapers.

Although they did not have Rita's intuition, they all wanted to know the details of the Furakan incident.

There was no way to avoid it, so they might as well solve it all at once.

The small sofa on the first floor was full of people, and Eric and Evelyn went to prepare tea and snacks in a low-key manner.

"No, I just happened to make a small thing that can help."

"Is it the super-powered version?"

Vincent acted very naturally, "This is a secret. If I tell it, the Magic Congress will definitely take back my medal."

"So is Furakan really the source of the typhoon?"

"I think you need to interview Mr. Scamander, he is much more professional than me."

After dealing with them one by one, two hours have passed.

"What I just said should be enough for everyone to report back, right?"

Reporters from major newspapers all smiled knowingly.

No airs, sometimes humorous.

They are not Rita, who knows what it means to quit when things are going well.

"Mrs. Wayne, very nice snacks."

"Oh - and tea made by Mr. Wayne."

After all the reporters left, the family of three relaxed as if relieved of a heavy burden.

"So this is what it feels like to be a celebrity." Eric smiled bitterly, "If this continues, I want to move to Surrey."

"It's useless." Vincent opened the suitcase and took Gugu out of it, "They all have informants, and the most famous ones even have students."

"Is she so powerful?" Evelyn, who was packing up, turned around, "If we were not as famous as we are now, would she do something?"

"Of course she would."

Compared to digging out the truth, Rita seems to be more willing to attract attention.

The title can be as exaggerated as possible, and most of the content is even outrageous to the extreme.

But even with such a personality, Vincent thinks there are many weaknesses.

As a mouthpiece, she is the most suitable person.

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