After returning from Snow Valley, Ning An slept for a whole day and night, the velvet bed was soft and comfortable, if it weren't for his stomach protesting badly, Ning An planned to sleep until noon the next day.

But he underestimated the things that needed to be dealt with by him, the letters in the office had piled up in the blink of an eye, in Ning An's eyes, higher than the peaks around the snow valley where the giants lived, he fell on the table, feeling a sense of sorrow, he had never been good at doing this kind of thing.

"Oh my God, I regret it a little, did Karkaroff have to deal with so many things every day?"

Lying on the table weakly, looking at the mountains of papers, Ning An rubbed his forehead painfully.

"The letters from all over the world are actually only a small part, and most of them are due to the details of the reforms you have taken this year in terms of enrollment and running schools, and you know, the personnel changes, the related aspects need to be re-coordinated-"

Pani sat opposite Ning An, stretched out his hand and lifted the gold wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, he didn't even have time to look up and look at Ning An, there were more documents around him, the new vice principal shared the burden for Ning An, otherwise Ning An would not even have the time to lament his busy work.

"Okay, okay, it's really self-inflicted—" Ning An sighed, grabbing a letter from the side, "Let me see, this is from Abel, huh...... The Norwegian Ministry of Magic's wine tasting this week will be held in Gnofland...... No, no time—"

Push the letter over, this is Pani's job, he will draw up a reply letter for Ning An with the proper wording, and turn down the invitation, of course, this kind of drinking party will be held almost once every three days, and it is not a big deal not to go.

"This ...... The British Ministry of Magic ...... "Ning An looked down at the soft yellow paper in his hand, which was densely written in fly-headed English letters:

Dear Mr. Durmstrang, Principal Ning An

Regarding your questioning at the British Ministry of Magic, we have tentatively set the date for August 12, and we will further discuss the specific implementation opinions, and we look forward to your reply

You are faithful

Julian? Page

Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, Ministry of Magic

"Well, August 12-" Ning An thought for a while with his head in his right hand, took a quill from the pen holder, lightly ticked the letter, and then pushed, and the letter paper was pushed in front of the opposite Pani.

"Twelfth is the twelfth, let's get this over quickly."

Ning An continued to flip through the letters, a letter wrapped in black patent leather caught his attention, with a bright silver wand printed on it, it seemed that the origin was not small, Ning An opened the package, and two snow-white envelopes fell out.

He opened one and saw that the sender wrote "International Federation of Wizards Education Department", and the letter read:

Dear Mr. Durmstrang, Principal Ning An

It is my pleasure to inform you that the International Confederation of Wizards Education has voted on Resolution 105 of Durmstrang's enrollment reform plan, and we respect your decision and are putting this provision on file so that the International Confederation of Wizards Education can continue to assist in the operation of magical schools around the world.

Also, congratulations on your appointment as Headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

You are faithful

Inez? Sain

Department of Education of the International Confederation of Wizards

Ning An slowly put down the letter, this education hall is a subordinate body of the International Federation of Wizards, although it is said to supervise magic schools around the world, but in fact, the situation of each school is different, at least their ability to control Durmstrang is almost zero, and this kind of reform does not need their consent, in other words, the other party also understands this, so he agreed to the plan application without hesitation, and simply went through the motions.

Picking up another letter, I opened the envelope, the contents of which were quite brief, and I saw that it read:

Dear Mr. Durmstrang, Principal Ning An

We regret to inform you, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus? Percival? Wolflick? Brian? Mr. Dumbledore will no longer serve as the representative of the International Confederation of Wizards, the British seat, and therefore will no longer be the president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

You are faithful

Magalo? Ottororo

International Confederation of Wizards

After reading the sender's awkward name, Ning An slowly put down the two letters, and then put them back in the package, Dumbledore lost the title of president of the International Confederation of Wizards and Wizards only a matter of time, Ning An, who followed the Daily Prophet, had already learned that before this, Dumbledore had been successfully expelled from the Wizengamot.

Although he went out of his way to promote the return of Voldemort and the resurrection of the mysterious man, it was widely believed that he was so old that he was severely blinded, and some even thought that Arbus? Dumbledore had gone mad, along with the boy he valued who didn't die.

"Tsk-tsk, pitiful." Sighing, Ning An put the letter aside, knocked his fingers on the table rhythmically, looked at the opposite side of the pen, and the documents on both sides had been reduced by more than half, and said:

"Miss Delacour has left?"

"Yes," Parney didn't look up, he was writing for Ning An to the Deputy Ministry of Magic of Norway/Zhang, Nils? "Miss Delacour left yesterday afternoon, and she received three letters from France, as if urged by her family. ”

Ning An nodded clearly, the disappearance in the giant camp is indeed worrying, but it seems that Hagrid and Madame Maxim have gone back to look for it, and they must have gotten the message they left behind.

"Is there any news about those two people?" Ning An's tone suddenly became serious, the tip of Pani's pen paused, he finally raised his head, lowered his eye frame again, looked at Ning An, and shook his head silently.

"At least they have not been found in Germany or Norway," Paney recounts in a deep voice, "I suspect that they have gone to England, but there are so few clues that we don't know what their purpose is, and honestly, the world is so big that it is possible for them to hide wherever they are." ”

He paused, saw that Ning An's face was as usual, and added: "Especially, those two are ...... Very powerful wizard case ......"

"Alas......"

Ning An sighed, supported his chin with his hand, and looked behind Pani, there was no news of Helbo and Mojana, this is what worries Ning An, he doesn't know what the two people are planning, but it is definitely related to Sandak, the strange wizard hidden between the world of the living and the dead, and Ning An has made an unbreakable oath that will never benefit him at all.

"We don't have any eyeliner in the UK, the Ministry of Magic ......" Pani sighed when he saw Ning An sigh, and he sighed too.

"Let's keep an eye on it for now, these two people will definitely act if they have a conspiracy, but in fact, what I'm most worried about is that they get together with Voldemort, that's really bad."

Parney also looked cautious, they had killed a Death Eater in Snow Valley, and Karkaroff, a traitor, was hiding here, and Voldemort would not give up easily.

Ning An rubbed his forehead, and suddenly felt that what he had done recently seemed to be a bit too much, but fortunately, Voldemort's heart was always Harry? Potter and Dumbledore, Ning An was sure of this.

"Let's continue to act in the UK next, the Ministry of Magic now has a few of our people," Thinking that the other side of the curtain was still in the mysterious affairs department of the British Ministry of Magic, Ning An faintly felt that Scientak's plan would have something to do with it no matter what, after all, he had been to that world from that curtain.

"Julian? Paige ......" Parney whispered, "He's a coward, it's been so long and it hasn't been fruitful, we have almost no other eyeliner in the Ministry of Magic......"

"Useless thing......" Ning An just scolded in a low voice, and there was a knock on the door, "Bang bang-"

He and Pani stopped talking.

"Come in—" Ning An shouted.

The door was pushed open, and Karkaroff peeked his head out from behind the door, and when he saw Ning An and Pani, he raised the letter in his hand,

"There's a new letter!" As he spoke, he came to the desk and piled up the letters into a new stack, Ning An shook weakly, and lay on the table again, and a letter slid down the hill-like pile of papers and landed in front of Ning An.

"Huh? Hermione? Granger receives? ”

Ning An picked up the letter curiously, this is a letter to Hermione, Durmstrang went to the owl hut to receive the letter during the holiday, presumably Karkaroff carried it all over, naturally including the letter that was not sent to Ning An.

After much hesitation, he still didn't open it, it was not a good habit to open other people's letters privately, if it was someone else, he didn't want to quarrel with Hermione about this little thing, that girl still cared about such respect.

"I'm going out—"

As if he had finally found a reason to escape the case, Ning An Fei also ran out of the principal's office, and before he knew it, a morning had passed, and reading the documents made him dizzy, but as soon as he went out, the cold air flowing in the corridor made his brain wake up instantly, and with the letter, Ning An went straight to the room where Hermione was resting.

It was supposed to be Ingrid's room, the professor of the divination class, but the school hadn't opened yet, and the professor hadn't come back, so he was temporarily set up by Ning An as Hermione's room, knocked on the door, and heard Hermione's voice coming from inside, "Please come in-"

Ning An pushed the door in, Hermione was sitting in a rocking chair, wearing a long-sleeved shirt, holding a thick magic book in her hand, seeing that Ning An walked in, a smile surged on her eyebrows, she thought Ning An was going to be busy for a day.

"Why are you here?" Rising from her rocking chair and putting the book aside, Hermione hurried to meet her.

"There's a letter from you—" Ning An handed the letter over, Hermione looked at him, revealing a look of surprise, it was obvious that Ning An had deliberately not opened it and sent the letter over.

"Thank you—" She whispered, and naturally opened the envelope, the two of them have reached the current relationship, in fact, there is no need to hide any secrets from each other, so Hermione did not carry Ning An on her back, but opened the envelope generously, took out the letter, and read it carefully.

Ning An didn't bother to peek into his head, anyway, he believed that Hermione would always tell him what was written in the letter in the end.

He just looked at Hermione's face, admiring his lover's face was a very happy thing, until Ning An noticed that Hermione's face became more and more nervous, and Shuang/Chun pursed it unnaturally, and his expression seemed to be somewhat struggling.

"What's wrong, what's going on?" Ning An asked her worriedly.

"Mrs. Weasley......" Hermione looked up, looked at Ning An hesitantly, and said slowly, "Mrs. Weasley...... Invite me to live in the Burrow for a while......"

"Go to the Burrow......

Ning An pondered, he thought that this summer, Dumbledore must have reconvened the Order of the Phoenix, and Mrs. Weasley didn't know if she was concerned about Hermione's safety, or if she had already regarded her as a reserve member of the Order of the Phoenix, which was equivalent to her own person, so she invited her to the Burrow.

"Do you want to go?"

Ning An asked Hermione, he had never had the idea of letting Hermione be a spy in his heart, the intelligence on Dumbledore's side was actually not very important to Ning An, and his main idea at present was to consolidate his power in Northern Europe and do a good job of defense.

On the other hand, he extended his tentacles as much as possible in the United Kingdom, especially the Ministry of Magic, to lure others to his side as much as possible, and the ultimate goal was to find Helmo and Mojana.

As for what Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix were up to, Ning An didn't care.

"I'm ......" Hermione looked at Ning An, "I'm having a great time here......"

"Okay, then I won't go-" Ning An gently hugged Hermione, feeling the feeling of her lover wanting to stay with her, and she also felt extremely happy in her heart.

Meanwhile, far away at the other end of the North Sea, Britain, Harry? Potter was having the most boring summer vacation of his life, though perhaps most of the summers he remembered were just as boring as this one.

But this time, he still has something that needs special attention.

Lying flat in the garden outside 4 Privet Road, Harry listened quietly to the radio announcements, and inconsequential news came in his left ear and soon came out of his right ear.

Until the announcer finally said, "That's the end of today's coverage", Harry didn't hear any clues about what he thought was going to happen, and he didn't know whether to be disappointed or glad that Voldemort didn't seem to have time to make a move, and the Muggles hadn't been horribly attacked.

But maybe he's already doing something, but the Muggle news won't be reported, and of course, the Daily Prophet doesn't say a word about those things, and they don't even believe that Voldemort has returned.

"Today's day is over."

Harry carefully rolled over, braced himself on his knees and elbows, patted the dust off his fat trousers, and walked across the grass in front of the door, stepping out of the low wall of the garden into the clean and tidy street.

Looking at the house opposite, where there had been a new occupant a long time ago, he vaguely remembered that his friend named Ning An had lived there.

Thinking of Ning'an, Harry's mood turned bad again, and the summer vacation at the Dursleys seemed to become more and more unbearable.