The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

It was night, and the already quiet Ministry of Magic became noisy again. All the Aurors were called back to work overtime. Fudge took a dozen Aurors with him, and then he left for Hogwarts with peace of mind.

And it wasn't Fudge who was most frightened, but those pure-blood families.

After these families received letters from their children, they almost thought that the end of the world had arrived, and then began to contact each other in a panic to confirm the news.

Lucius was also having dinner with Narcissa, even if there were only two of them, the table was still full of beautiful things.

Narcissa mentioned Draco from time to time.

"Xiaolong is serious. Now he dares to say that the food I cook can only be ranked 99th. He said that there are Chinese dishes in the sky, but there is no earth."

Lucius looked very gentle after hearing this, and was about to scold his son with his wife.

A flame suddenly rose from the fireplace, and then an old human face was projected onto the flames.

The human face said quickly and anxiously.

"Lucius, come quickly to the headquarters of the Pureblood Society. The Dark Lord appeared at Hogwarts and was defeated by that boy Shaw. Only the remnant soul escaped. Now we need to discuss how to treat Shaw!"

After the human face finished speaking, it disappeared without waiting for Lucius' reaction, and probably went to notify the other family.

Lucius and Narcissa opened their mouths wide open, and the silver forks in their hands fell on the dinner plate. This news is really terrifying.

But then I thought that the other family had received the news, but my own family needed someone to convey it.

Could something have happened to Draco?

The two stood up in shock at the same time.

"Xiaolong is all right!"

"Draco!"

After all, Lucius is the head of the family, and he has seen a lot of turbulent events. Although the Dark Lord's incident made him feel palpitations, he turned his thoughts to the other side.

"The Dark Lord died again. I didn't expect Shaw to improve so quickly. I will go to the meeting first. You write a letter to Hogwarts to inquire about Draco's safety, and then go to Hogsmeade and wait nearby." , if there is any news, use the double-sided mirror to notify me."

Narcissa slowly stabilized her mind and hesitated.

"Then when you attend the meeting later, will you support Xiao? He has grown up, we are not as good as..."

Lucius looked puzzled.

"As the head of the Malfoy family, my responsibility is to let Malfoy's surname pass on forever."

After saying such a nonsense question, Lucius straightened his luxurious robes, and walked towards the fireplace with a ceremonial stick.

Narcissa sighed secretly, didn't continue to say anything, and hurriedly got up to write a letter.

Today's Halloween has given the entire British wizarding community a terrifying surprise.

The news also spread slowly, and all kinds of connections started, positive and negative, black and white, all gathered together to discuss the matter of the Dark Lord and Shaw.

Reporters from the "Daily Prophet" also rushed to Hogwarts, and tomorrow's headline must be a news that can cause a magnitude ten earthquake.

As for the event center, the Hogwarts hall was still bustling, but after a while, a large group of owls suddenly flew outside.

This was not the time for the owl to deliver the letter, but Vice Principal McGonagall couldn't hold it back, so he could only let go of this restriction.

After seeing the letter, the students were excited and began to write a reply on the back of the letter paper. Naturally, they were full of hype and hype.

In the school hospital, Xiao quietly watched Madam Pomfrey give medicine to the reluctant Theodore.

He himself was wrapped into a rice dumpling and lay on the bed.

At the last moment, Voldemort tried his best to kill Shaw before he escaped.

It is naturally impossible for Xiao Er to be uninjured.

As for the situation outside, he had expected it, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Thinking about the follow-up plan, presumably those pure bloods are now like monkeys with their butts on fire, jumping up and down, jumping and panicking.

The corner of Xiao Er's mouth could not help but curl up.

Let's let these people panic for a while, and then deal with them after a month or so.

Well, as Voldemort.

While Xiao Er was thinking, a senior student ran into the infirmary, out of breath.

"Xiao, chief, principal, the principal is looking for you, the password is Yuqian Longjing."

Chapter 93 The Unreasonable Fudge

in the principal's office.

Dumbledore was making tea on his desk, and the kettles on the two red clay stoves were gurgling with boiling water.

Dumbledore was obviously not a do-it-yourself master, and he didn't like to be arty, so he hooked his index finger.

The dozen or so porcelain cups on the table seemed to come alive. They grew a pair of legs, lined up and danced tap dances, and jumped into the boiling water to take a bath. There was also the sound of laughing and noisy porcelain cups.

Then the porcelain cups jumped out of the boiling water one by one.

Then the tea leaves in the tea pot rolled into small balls and fell into the porcelain cup.

Finally, a hot stream from another jug ​​is poured into these china cups.

The tea leaves are slowly unrolled, and the tea fragrance gradually spreads out.

Very magical tea craft.

Dumbledore hooked his fingers again, and all the porcelain cups floated up and flew towards the people in the room.

At this moment, there are many people in the room, and it was even a little noisy just now.

Now everyone was staring at Dumbledore playing tricks.

Fudge picked up the teacup floating in front of him, and was immediately scalded, so he became even more impatient.

"Principal Dumbledore, can't you give me an accurate word?"

Dumbledore picked up his teacup and blew, looking puzzled.

"Connelly, doing things is like drinking tea, you have to be a little patient, otherwise you will easily get burned, and the facts are already clear?"

Fudge was furious, he only wanted to hear the words of the strongest white wizard and his united front.

"Principal Dumbledore, this is all a lie. This is the peace and joy of the magic world!"

Dumbledore took a sip of the still untasteful tea. The old bee was not drinking tea, but a personal experience of why a person likes to drink tea.

Just like when he was looking for a Horcrux, he always used the Pensieve countless times to recall every detail of Voldemort and think of his weaknesses.

After he put down his teacup, he picked up a stack of magic photos from the table, and he flipped through them one by one.

It faithfully records the process of an extremely intense battle between top wizards.

"Look, Shaw's thunder net and electric rainbow, Voldemort's life-threatening and water mist, are all so magnificent and dangerous!"

Fudge's eyes twitched, thinking that if Voldemort really didn't die, the Third Wizarding War might start at any time.

He didn't have the courage to face it, and thinking about those corpses and the Dark Marks all over the sky was terrifying, so he tried his best to deny it.

"Impossible. Voldemort died 11 years ago. These photos are all forged. The little witch should be arrested and interrogated to find out who is trying to create fear in the wizarding world!"

Dumbledore took a sip of tea, very disappointed with Fudge's performance.

"Connelly, we can't blind our eyes because of fear, but the situation is not too bad now. Shaw has expelled the Dark Lord, and Voldemort in the remnant state will not be able to make waves for a while, as long as we are prepared... …”

Fudge didn't listen at all, stepped forward to grab the photo and started tearing it up.

"They're all liars, they're all liars, you all want me to step down!"

Snape in the corner looked at Fudge like a fly, and opened his mouth to taunt, but was pulled away by a bald black Auror beside him, and whispered.

"Fudge is abnormal now, it's better not to mess with him."

Snape froze for a moment and then stopped talking, watching Fudge play tricks with cold eyes.

The black man is not really black, but his skin is relatively dark. His name is Kingsley Shacklebolt, a senior member of the Order of the Phoenix, and a top Auror.

The Shakek family belongs to the pure-blood family of the 28 Holy Gods. In the original book, Kingsley later became the Minister of Magic, a very powerful and shrewd guy.

Just as Fudge was arguing and guessing who was trying to kill him in the office, the office door was opened.

Mrs. Pomfrey, the school medical doctor, pushed a cart and brought in Shaw, who was covered in bandages all over his body.

"You'd better hurry up. The patient's whole body is contused and his internal organs are severely damaged. He needs a good rest."

Pomfrey is known as the most difficult person to mess with at Hogwarts. In her three-acre land, Dumbledore doesn't even look good.

Seeing Shaw's misery, a trace of confusion flashed in Snape's eyes, and Professor McGonagall moved his feet and wanted to step forward to care.

But Fudge was even faster, he strode up to Shaw and questioned him directly.

"Your name is Shaw, right? Tell me, who forced you to act in this play, don't be afraid, I am the Minister of Magic, and I can guarantee your safety."

Xiao Er looked at the middle-aged fat man with cold sweat and a terrified expression in front of his eyes. Is this Fudge?

Really timid.

But this kind of cowardly minister who is greedy for money and power is a good minister for him now.

Then it's time for acting skills.

With a look of pain on Xiao Er's face, he pretended to be weak and said.

"Mr. Minister, hello, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Fudge is obviously unwilling to give up, he must extinguish the "rumor" from the source.

If it weren't for the concern that there were so many people at the scene, as well as reporters, they might have used some "small tricks".

Fudge could only warn secretly at this moment.

"You belong to the Black family, right? Cough, it's a big crime to promote the return of the Dark Lord for no reason. You don't want to go to Azkaban to accompany your uncle, don't you?"

He thought for a while and continued.

"If you can be honest, as a minister, I naturally can't turn a blind eye to the things that embezzled your family's property back then."

This is the benefit, but it is all fake politicians' words, and there is no real temptation at all.

Xiao Er blinked hard, and wanted to laugh, but he had to hold back.