The classrooms at Hogwarts were empty, the students had gathered in the hall for lunch, the tables were filled with all kinds of tempting food, and hundreds of students dressed in black wizarding robes were whispering as they ate their food.

"Did you hear that? The Minister of Magic had just arrived. At Gryffindor's long table sat two identical teenagers, speaking to the wizards beside them, showing that they were well informed.

Sure enough, the words of the twin brothers attracted everyone's attention.

"George, tell me about it!" The young wizards sitting across from them asked hurriedly.

"We were in Potions class when Professor Snape left abruptly, came back with a black face a while, and then took out his anger on us, and we were reprimanded for our innocence." George, the twins' younger brother, spoke sadly, reaching out to wipe away a non-existent tear.

"As messengers of justice, we naturally cannot give in, we must pursue the truth, and after careful investigation, we have discovered the source." The twins' elder brother echoed the younger brother with a serious expression.

"It's thanks to our Captain Wood, if it weren't for his tireless training for Quidditch under the scorching sun, soaring over the vast blue sky, how could he have discovered the Minister of Magic." George spoke it in a serious way, but the words made people laugh.

"According to Wood, our Minister of Magic is in a hurry, his face is terrifying, and most importantly he is alone, so according to our speculation, something terrible must have happened to Lord Dumbledore, and this matter is inseparable from Professor Snape." Fred's analysis turned out to be somewhat reasonable.

"What the hell is going on?" The unsuspecting wizard students around all pricked up their ears and put down their knives and forks, as if the words of the twin brothers were more appealing than food.

"We don't know about this, after all, we're just kids." The twin brothers spread their hands, shrugged their shoulders, and teased.

"Oh!" Many underage wizards had a look of disappointment in their eyes.

The students were still happily eating their lunches, unaware that their Minister of Magic was about to be frightened, and the mischievous twin brothers did not know that, despite their nonsense, they really guessed a few points.

The Headmaster's room at Hogwarts exudes a soft light, the round office walls are covered with photographs of past Headmasters, the slender legged table has many delicate silverware, swirling with spray mist, a shelf behind the desk is a tattered peaked hat, and on a high gilded perch behind the door, lies a beautiful bird, its size is as big as a swan, and its bright red and gold feathers are very beautiful, like a flame burning.

On the chair behind the round table sat a tall old man with a wizard's hat on his head and a sumptuous dark purple robe dotted with silver stars.

The old man's long white beard dragged to his chest, he wore half-moon-shaped glasses on his hooked nose, and a pair of blue eyes, with a hint of wisdom at this time, stared at a middle-aged man in front of him.

The greatest white wizard of the century, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the recipient of the Order of Merlin of the First Class, Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore has appeared!

"Mr. Dumbledore, why don't you believe it!" The middle-aged man was short and stout, compared to Dumbledore's aristocratic attire, his clothes were very funny, a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cloak, purple pointed boots, and a certain dark green top hat on the table next to him, if he was holding a microphone in his hand, the whole person was completely a circus host.

This ridiculous man has a remarkable identity, Cornelly Fudge, the British Minister of Magic.

At this time, Fudge did not have a trace of the Minister of Magic at all, holding a silk handkerchief in his hand, wiping the fine sweat on his forehead from time to time, although he wore too much for the hot summer, but his face was a look of panic, which showed that he was too nervous.

"Minister Fudge, what you're saying is interesting, but the enemy won't be the Death Eaters." Dumbledore smiled.

"Who do you think can freeze all of London, if he hadn't died, I'd be sure that person was him, and only his minions, the Death Eaters, could have come out." Fudge looked anxious when he saw that Dumbledore didn't believe him.

Today, Fudge was sitting leisurely in the office of the Ministry of Magic, thinking about what to eat at noon, when he suddenly received a message from the Aurors, telling him that it was snowing suddenly in London in the hot summer, and Fudge knew that it was abnormal even if he was stupid, but he thought it was done by a group of wizards, and immediately sent the Aurors to search for the source.

Soon the Aurors all returned, the heavy snow stopped, and Fudge got the shocking news that the Aurors had not noticed the enemy at all, and when he was stunned, the four Aurors who had met Madara returned, and finally brought back useful news, they had been used with the Imperius Curse and had no memory of what had just happened.

The Ministry of Magic tried all kinds of ways to restore their memories, because none of the four people were Imperius Curses, but Fudge thought that the enemy must be the Death Eaters, and Fudge, who had determined his thoughts, was even more frightened, because the Death Eaters were able to freeze London, although he didn't know how many of them there were, but this kind of power made him extremely frightened.

The timid and cowardly Fudge immediately thought of Dumbledore, and his feelings for Dumbledore were very complicated, on the one hand, people sang about Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, but looked down on him as the Minister of Magic, and even many people took him as a joke.

This difference in treatment made Fudge very jealous of Dumbledore, but he was afraid that Dumbledore would take his place, but he still had to turn to Dumbledore for help when he encountered an unsolvable problem.

Fudge also knew that it was a shame for him to go to a headmaster as a minister, so he didn't dare to take someone and sneaked into Hogwarts, but he happened to be seen by Gryffindor's Quidditch captain Wood, and then passed on to the bigmouth twin brothers Fred Weasley and George Weasley, and now the whole school basically knows about it.

"Fudge, this matter won't be the Death Eaters, don't worry, I'll help you investigate." When Dumbledore heard the news just now, he was shocked, he knew that Voldemort was not dead at all, but everything was under his control, and Fudge's matter caught him off guard, but Dumbledore was definitely not a human being, he went out and called Snape to an empty office to ask if Snape's dark mark had burns.

Dumbledore's words surprised Snape, but his Dark Mark did not move, and it was clearly not the man who had summoned his disciples.

Dumbledore, who got the answer, returned to the office, with a little more thinking in his eyes, although Fudge insisted that he was a Death Eater, Dumbledore knew that even if the Death Eaters from all over Britain were added together, it would be impossible to freeze London, and a person or group of people with this kind of power was by no means an idle person.

However, Dumbledore had to reassure Fudge and not cause panic, he had already seen through Fudge's character.

Coo-goo-goo!!

An owl pecked at the window outside, interrupting Fudge as he was about to speak, and Dumbledore's usually calm face fluctuated when he saw the owl.

Bang!

The window opened automatically, and the owl flew up to Dumbledore, sticking out its ankle with a small note on it.

Dumbledore opened the note, glanced at it, and silently rolled it up.

"What's wrong?" Fudge was a little curious.

"Your Excellency, I'm afraid the person you want to find has already arrived." Dumbledore slowly stood up, a look of solemnity in his eyes.

"What? Where are those people? Please protect me to return to the Ministry of Magic and gather the Aurors. Fudge was shocked to see Dumbledore push open the door to the Headmaster's office, pick up his hat, and hurry after Dumbledore.

"It's not a group of people, it's a person." Dumbledore said calmly.

Smack!

The hat in Fudge's hand fell to the ground, and he hurriedly picked it up and caught up with Dumbledore, he was frightened just now, and after thinking about it carefully, he thought that Dumbledore should have said that he had found one of the people in the group, how could he freeze London if he was alone.

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Thank you 'Elly' and 'Derek Auk' for their tips!

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