"Stoic Podmore?" Hermione, Daphne, and Malfoy all looked confused.

"Who's that?"

Ning An paused for a moment, looking at the three blank faces, and then realized that for the three people who spent their daily lives in the magic school, the staff of the Ministry of Magic were still very unfamiliar.

"As far as I know, he's Dumbledore—" He muttered for a moment, took a sip of tea, and whispered, "Work for the Order of the Phoenix." ”

Hermione tapped her fingers on the table, and suddenly paused, hanging in the air, looking at Ning An in surprise and incredulity, while Daphne and Malfoy both cast curious glances at Ning An, obviously the topic was much more interesting to them.

"What is the Order of the Phoenix?" Daphne asked with interest.

"I've heard my dad say," Malfoy saw that Ning An didn't speak, but looked at a few of them, so he leaned forward, straightened up, and his voice slowly changed:

"He said it was Dumbledore's organization, and there were a lot of people who served Dumbledore and did some unspeakable things."

"So, these people are all Dumbledore's agents?" Daphne hugged the curly-eared cat to her lap and gently tugged at the kitten's ear, the cat's cute meow, Hermione looked at the curly-eared cat and remembered her Crookshan, which was lying on the big bed/hang in the bedroom.

Crookshank Hill has a raccoon blood, and is very smart, can you train it, just before her thoughts gradually become wandering, Hermione taps her fingers on the table, and accidentally touches the silver fork placed on the edge of the plate, and makes a crisp "jingle bell" under the impact, pulling the girl's thoughts back, so she hears Daphne's voice again

"It's strange that the Ministry of Magic would allow such an organization to appear."

"That's Dumbledore, not to mention that the difference between the Order of the Phoenix and the Serpent's Letter is not that big." Ning An shook his head.

"But we're not under the jurisdiction of the British Ministry of Magic, and Fudge can't interfere in the affairs of the snake letter." Daphne seemed to be interested in the topic, and began to chatter.

Ning An almost laughed, supporting his left chin with his hand, and lightly clasped his fingers on his cheek in a boring way, "The Order of the Phoenix used to be an organization against the mysterious people, and Dumbledore disbanded it after that, I think it must have been recently reassembled again." ”

After he said this, he took a sip of his teacup, as if he still had something to say.

"That's a reminder to me." Ning An raised his hand and tapped his head twice, his gaze wandering back and forth between Hermione, Daphne, and Malfoy.

"Don't look at me like that, I have a bad premonition." Daphne let go of her hand and let the curly-eared cat jump off her lap, joking in feigned discomfort, but Ning An didn't answer.

The gentle burning fire continued to bring heat to the room, it was late, and there should be a lot of students at Hogwarts ready to wash up and go to bed, slowly reminiscing about the day of school life in their sleep, and in the hallway, Filch took Lady Loris around to arrest any student who dared to sneak out at night, of course, Hermione and the others were not among them.

"The .ls exam is right, and the .level exam is not until the seventh grade graduation......"

"That's true." Hermione looked at Ning An suspiciously, not understanding what he was going to say, obviously he didn't need to worry about exam time for a long time.

"What if you were asked to choose a career now?" Ning An turned the teacup in his hand and looked at Hermione playfully.

"Occupation?" Hermione was startled, but she didn't expect Ning An's thinking to jump away, and she turned to a different topic in the blink of an eye.

"I mean, if you were to graduate from Hogwarts early, what would your future be? Coach? Going to work abroad? Or just open a magic shop in Diagon Alley? ”

"Hmm......" The three of them thought seriously, the fragrance of tea on the table drifted quietly, and the silent silence quietly came, Hermione's eyes narrowed, compared to Daphne and Malfoy who had to guess what Ning An wanted to say, Hermione was more inclined to express her thoughts completely and truthfully.

"I think I'll go to the Ministry of Magic." Hermione said firmly, looking at Ning An without blinking, the two looked at each other and smiled, of course Ning An remembered that they were both members of the "Association for the Promotion of the Rights and Interests of House Elves", if they wanted to really put this idea into practice, they couldn't do it without entering the Ministry of Magic.

"Do you want us all to work at the Ministry of Magic? But which country's? "Daphne was unusually astute, and a certain Slytherin instinct was vividly displayed by Daphne.

"Yes, I have that in mind." Ning An smiled, but Daphne frowned.

"But we haven't graduated yet." She whispered.

"If you're staying at the school all the time, it will limit your horizons, and I think you need to be more pragmatic and understand the real world we live in, the wizarding world, and there is no better place than the Ministry of Magic." Ning An looked at the trio seriously.

"But how do we do it?" Hermione asked, and Malfoy gave him the same confused look, even his dad couldn't get him to work at the Ministry of Magic right now.

"Exam scores are an important criterion for admission to the Ministry of Magic, not to mention that we don't even have this score yet."

"Haha, I guess you'll have no problem passing the exam." Ning An laughed and teased Hermione, which made the girl's brows furlen and her chest straightened slightly shyly.

"I can't completely deny it, but exams are something that requires serious preparation, let alone exams that determine the outcome of seven years of study."

"Haha, seriously," Ning An took another sip of tea, the cup was almost empty, he put down the teacup, and his expression became serious again

"I have the idea that maybe you don't have to get a full-time job at the Ministry of Magic, but I might be able to get you an internship."

Draco Malfoy carefully placed the teacup back on the table, trembling more and more as he was proud of his pure-blood, proud of his family, proud of his father and mother.

However, this pride was gradually eroded in the contact with Ning An, and the thorny Malfoy was no longer there, and recalling his past actions made Malfoy feel extremely naïve.

Even Dad couldn't do that, and his friendship with Fudge/Zhang wasn't enough for him to send three fifth-year Hogwarts students to the Ministry of Magic for internships.

It also made Malfoy realize once again what kind of power Ning An, a wizard who seemed to be his age, had.

It does not simply refer to the power of a sorcerer, but to a towering tree, including the vines that wrap around it, the fruits that bear fruit, the birds that nest in the trees, and all the creatures that depend on it.

The invisible tentacles, the power, spread inadvertently - time flies so fast, Malfoy sighed silently, the first meeting between him and Ning An was five years ago, when Ning An had a thin and weak body no different from now, a delicate child.

Who would have thought that in just five years, Ning An has become a "big man" with tentacles almost all over the entire European magic world, until now Malfoy doesn't know how wide the scope of influence of the snake letter is, the only thing he knows is only those characters who interact with Ning An, many of which are not accessible to the Malfoy family.

"Are you going to Germany?" Daphne asked softly, Ning An's question caused the three of them to think, obviously he wouldn't make such a joke, since he said it, it means that Ning An must be seriously considering this matter, no matter what the purpose, at least in Daphne's own opinion, she needs to think seriously.

"My friendship with Fudge isn't that good, but I think Leohard and Jung will teach you a lot of things, and you'll learn more from studying there than at Hogwarts."

"But we haven't finished our studies yet, and there's still a lot to learn." Hermione questioned, and the teacups of the three of them gradually emptied, but no one touched the teapot, all thinking about it, Ning An's proposal was undoubtedly a big choice for them.

Ning An will not be untargeted, Daphne and Malfoy both know this, he will never really say a few boring gossips at the end of the goodnight tea party.

"I think you've learned enough about magic, you're already ahead of your average seventh-grader, right?"

Ning An said, took another sip of tea, only to find that the teacup had long been empty, and looked out the window, the silver-gray moonlight crawled all over the curtains, sprinkling the light of the stars and falling on the marble floor, and it was already very late.

"It's getting late, so let's get here today."

Ning An had an extra wand in his hand, and the three of them got up one after another, only to see Ning An gently knock on the table, and those ceramic teapots, teacups, and tea cups inlaid with gold and silver edges all disappeared, and the desserts, creams, jams, and uneaten scones on the three-tier shelves were also gone, leaving only the aroma still lingering.

"Why do we always feel like we've forgotten something?" Daphne muttered to herself, and after a moment, she slapped her head sharply and said suddenly, "Yes, but about Fudge and Dumbledore......"

"Does that have anything to do with us?"

Ning An also revoked the magic on the ceiling, revealing the bare and pitch-black roof, took the wand back into his arms, turned back to Daphne and smiled, and asked lightly:

"What does Fudge and Dumbledore have to do with us?"

The curly-eared cat sent by Umbridge disappeared at some point.

"But-" Daphne blinked, "isn't this you-"

She said half of her words, but the implication was already about to come out, for some reason, out of the sixth sense, or out of a woman's intuition, Daphne always felt that this matter was related to Ning An, not to mention that it was a strange thing for him to get the news for the first time.

Ning An stood there, didn't speak, and shook his head with a strange expression.

It's strange to say that this thing has nothing to do with him, and it's not quite right, but Stoic Podmore really wasn't instructed by Ning An, to say that Dolores Umbridge and the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, Torrion Boss, were controlled by Ning An with the Imperius Curse.

The Silent Man of the Department of Mysteries, Saul Crocker, was successfully cursed by Torrion, but Ning An was sure that he never asked anyone else to control Stojee Podmore.

According to Draco, his father had already pronounced the names of some members of the Ministry of Magic more than once, and more importantly, Ning An knew who Lucius was serving now.

There is no doubt about Voldemort's return, even if most of the wizarding world does not believe in it, but Ning An himself will not do such a thing to cover his ears and steal the bell, if you think about it deeply, what Voldemort did is indeed very reasonable.

He instructed Stojee Podmore to pass through the security door of the Department of Mysteries, probably in order to get something, such as the prophecy orb that predicted his future.

And after Stonie was caught, he simply shifted the blame to Dumbledore, whether it was expecting the Ministry of Magic to arrest Dumbledore or driving him out of Hogwarts, needless to say, it worked wonders.

This is also what Voldemort is good at, borrowing all kinds of magic and means to destroy the unity of those who may oppose him, first of all, to disintegrate and divide them from within.

"I'll have to explain it to you, Daphne." Ning An walked to the door, chuckled and snapped his fingers, the flame in the fireplace went out, and the whole room was darkened.

"It's none of my business, I'm not going to hide it from you on this matter, of course I trust you-"

"I understand, Ning'an—I didn't mean that." Daphne hurriedly explained, but Ning An waved his hand to show that he understood.

"That's not the point, what I'm trying to say is that this matter is a good thing for us at the moment, and I don't think Dumbledore has any hope of staying at Hogwarts, at least for the time being, given that Fudge is so determined to tear his face with him."

Daphne and Malfoy were both thoughtful, nodding silently from time to time, as they all walked towards the door, and Hermione frowned, as if she had thought of something.

"If Dumbledore is forced to leave school...... Mystery people may take advantage of the situation...... The Ministry of Magic will also send other headmasters......"

Hermione muttered, her eyes lit up, "Umbridge!" She suddenly shouted, startling Daphne and Malfoy, both of whom looked at her strangely, they had never thought that Hermione Granger was a bit of a nervous fellow.

They had always thought of Hermione as a stilted, serious, boring, and annoying honor student—though Daphne still tried to hold on to that view.

"That's right," Ning An put one hand on the door, and the other hand gestured to Hermione with a "bingo" gesture.

"Our senior investigator, Professor Umbridge, is no surprise that he would be the right person to trust the Chancellor."

"But what does that have to do with us?" Daphne was still confused.

"That means—" Ning An stopped, turned his head, and said to them slowly, word by word, "Hogwarts from now on, it may be up to us to say it." ”