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In this exchange meeting between the two academies, he was fortunate to be one of the few people who knew the details of this exchange meeting, and relied on the strength of his family to successfully squeeze his name on the list.

He was a seventh-year Slytherin - unfortunately, he was neither a prefect nor a Quidditch captain.

Even though he had the best grades, the selection of prefects did not depend solely on grades - but on Dumbledore's evaluation of students.

As a pure-blood wizard, he naturally disdained to work as a clerk in those stores after graduation or go to the place where magic items were processed to get cheap and useless things.

His goal was clear from the beginning - to join the Ministry of Magic.

But for the Ministry of Magic, whether or not there is the title of prefect is completely different from the treatment of newcomers - those who are prefects must at least do chores with the officials of the Ministry of Magic, while those ordinary graduates with excellent grades do not even have the opportunity to do chores for the big guys.

Fortunately, before this operation, the Minister of Magic personally promised him that as long as the Slytherins were able to satisfy him, then he would be directly admitted to the Ministry of Magic without worrying about any assessments, and even several of their family's shops would receive discounts from the Ministry of Magic.

Although he knew that he would be teased by the rest of the academy when he completed this, even those from the most profitable families, he resolutely accepted the task.

After all, for pure-bloods like them, although the opportunities are not as few as those broken families, when the opportunity comes, they are still willing to fight hard and have to grasp it.

As for the oldest, noblest, and richest families - sorry, they are just white gloves, they don't need to fight themselves, Nelly Fudge can't wait to give away the information he has.

In order to make the plan better, he immediately incited the students who came to participate in the event - and spoiled the nature of the exchange in advance.

At his persuasion, the Slytherins formed an alliance with the aim of obtaining as many keys as possible—the letters that were copied and distributed to each wizard.

Therefore, for them, the rivals are not only the wizards of Ilvermorny, but also their companions, the wizards of Hogwarts.

As for the Ministry of Magic - they originally shared this information with Hogwarts, but what if some of the information can't be copied?

This is the wizarding world, not everything can be easily copied, such as those materials with secret words hidden in the patterns, books whose content can only be obtained by listening, reading the first paragraph of the first paragraph of a book from time to time running around in a book only to find and smear it with garlic to read smoothly - in case these documents take a hundred and eighty years to decipher, do you have to wait for Hogwarts to understand it before giving them a copy?

Therefore, Minister Nelly Fudge graciously said that we can no longer waste Hogwarts' small amount of money on translating these issues, and that we will provide them to Hogwarts in a friendly manner when we get them.

And the role of these people is naturally to hand over things to the Ministry of Magic instead of their own professors as soon as possible.

To this end, they devised a detailed plan to plunder the keys - for in several cooperative treaties, those keys were to be given to the best young wizards.

The most effective way to compare a person to his or her is to look at the differences between him and those around him - their plan is not only to help the selected wizards who perform well in certain classes, such as using collective wisdom to solve certain problems for him, but also to interfere with the wizards who are also doing well - including the option of sending them to the hospital.

Unfortunately, although the plan was perfect, it encountered a great problem.

That's -- Ilvermorny doesn't play anymore.

Yes, the Slytherins had planned everything, but Ilvermorny refused to continue the contest - according to the Ministry of Magic, Ilvermorny made a considerable concession and gave up nine of the fifteen keys.

However, the distribution of these keys was in the hands of Professor McGonagall.

Even with pressure from the Ministry of Magic, only five keys were allocated to Slytherin - a lot of money, but far from meeting the needs of their team.

In their plan, at least seven keys would be enough - and if all was successful, the seven keys would not have run away.

Norris clearly remembered what the man sent from the Ministry of Magic said when he contacted him - "Minister Fudge is disappointed, I hope you will behave well this time and not live up to the minister's expectations." ”

There was no hint of ferocity in the man's expression, and there was nothing excessive in what he said, but Norris still knew what he was up against after the defeat.

At this time, he couldn't help but secretly hate the person who caused all the plans to fail.

However, when he turned the picture in his mind, this hatred unnaturally subsided, and turned into a coolness from his bones.

The filthy mudblood—he shuddered again, and rebranded the little wizard in his mind.

Well, that mere sophomore, when he arrived, was laughing.

As a Slytherin who was determined to carry out his plan, he did not voraciously read the useless books like other young wizards, but chose to go to class with the others in the cold eye.

As a result, he arrived at the scene of the incident slightly earlier than the Professor, becoming the only Hogwarts wizard to witness the development of the incident and had nothing to do with it.

Before the professors arrived, the Hufflepuff imp, half-blooded, pale but victorious—a few wands scattered at his feet, and as for the wand owner—they were all lying peacefully in the corner, as if they had been caught in a stun or something.

If it were only that, the fight might have been gently covered up - but the sharp-eyed Norris noticed something different.

At the feet of the boy named Alan was a figure he knew very well.

This man has a very non-standard accent, sharp eyes, speaks unceremoniously, and is very partial to his students - and why is he so clear, the answer is simple and terrifying.

He had just finished his class not long ago, and that man was Ilvermorny's Transfiguration Professor!