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Jelph looked at the surprisingly ugly statue in front of the Headmaster's office and uttered the strange password Dumbledore.

"Cockroach pile."

The statue bowed to Jerff and slowly opened the staircase leading to the office.

The Headmaster's office at Hogwarts is a fairly spacious circular room with portraits of past Hogwarts Headmasters on the walls.

There are also many bookshelves around, and the shelves are full of books. Jelf bet that many of the books on these shelves were unique ones he had never seen.

These are the collections of past generations of principals.

In the middle, a strange spherical instrument was placed. I don't know what it's used for, but judging by the magic fluctuations emitted from it, it should be a magic item.

Dumbledore was sitting in a chair wearing a reading glasses, and next to him stood a man that Jelf had seen several times, Fudge, the Minister of Magic of the Corrupt Nation.

The old fellow was talking to Dumbledore as he wiped the sweat from his face. I don't know where this product comes from so much sweat.

Judging by the expressions of the two, the conversation was not pleasant.

"Quack...", a strange cry came from the right side of the office, and I could see a bird as ugly as a bald chick lying on it, chirping weakly.

It was the phoenix preparing for nirvana.

"Phoenix? I'd love to get one if I had the chance. Jelf thought after glancing at the ugly bald "chicken".

The tears of the phoenix have a super healing effect, the feathers are the most beautiful decorations in the world, and at the same time have a very strong warmth function, the phoenix is a treasure, a magical creature that is several times more precious than the dragon.

However, because of the excessive hunting of the phoenix by wizards, this creature has become extinct in the wizarding world.

Seeing Jelf arrive, both Fudge and Dumbledore's faces changed. Dumbledore showed a hint of joy, while Fudge had a hint of worry in his eyes.

What the hell is this? Will Dumbledore be happy to see me?

Jelf was a little puzzled...

"You may be seated, Mr. Jelf." Dumbledore said to Jelf very politely.

Since that confrontation with Jelf, Dumbledore has put Jelf to the same height as him, strength is everything, and big fists are the last word, which is very applicable in the wizarding world.

"Mr. Jelf, you're here." Fudge shook his blessed body, said a brief hello to Jelf, and stopped talking.

His relationship with Jerf is very strange now, on the surface he is the most powerful person in the corrupt country, but in fact, most of the officials of the Ministry of Magic and the powerful people in the wizarding world are basically on Jelf's side.

As I said before, Fudge knew that he couldn't fight Jelf, but he was obsessed with his status as a minister, so his attitude was the same as now. It's neither friendly nor cold.

He is the stupidest minister of the Ministry of Magic, not only mediocre but also opinionated. If he had been wiser and Ken had teamed up with Dumbledore earlier, perhaps the Ministry would not have been so easily attacked when Voldemort returned.

This is the real * legendary pig teammate, will be a litter of examples.

Jelf didn't even look at Fudge, his eyes looked straight at Dumbledore, quietly waiting for his next step.

In Jelf's eyes, Dumbledore is the one in charge, as for Fudge? Which green onion is this?

"Would you like a snack?"

Dumbledore ignored Fudge, who had an embarrassed expression on the side, winked at Jerff, and smiled kindly.

Jelf, who was just about to be a little hungry, suddenly remembered Dumbledore's strange hobby, and said with a strange face.

"No need."

"That's a pity—" Dumbledore looked regretful, grabbing it from the plate beside him. Black crustaceans were grabbed in his hands and stuffed into his mouth.

Jelf even saw a tentacle leaking from the corner of Dumbledore's mouth, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

No matter how delicious the cockroach was, he wouldn't touch it.

Not only Jelf, but even the expression on Fudge's face after seeing it was a little unnatural, many snacks in the wizarding world are quite strange, but the heresy of cockroach piles belongs to the strange of strange.

There is a chance to put a real cockroach in and see if Dumbledore will dare to eat it next time, Jelf thought maliciously.

Then the room fell into an eerie silence, what the hell was Dumbledore doing? Jelf wondered, why was Fudge here?

None of the three of them took the initiative to speak, just staring at each other here, and all that could be heard in the room was the sound of Dumbledore crunching and chewing on a pile of cockroaches.

"Ahem..."In the end, Fudge couldn't take it anymore and coughed a few times to show his presence.

Jerph understood what was going on and looked at Dumbledore with wide eyes, and Dumbledore nodded in acknowledgment that Jelf had guessed correctly.

What the heck? Fudge is the main owner this time?

Jelf looked Fudge up and down suspiciously, waiting for his next words, not that Jelf looked down on Fudge, but that Fudge had always been a guy with no opinion in Jelf's heart.

Promise, in the eyes of ordinary wizards, is quite a thing. In the eyes of the slightly more powerful wizarding family, the Minister of Magic was a complete joke.

What's the wind this thing pumping today?

Seeing that Jelf and Dumbledore were focused on himself, Fudge cleared his throat rather proudly.

"Mr. Jelf, you are the largest shareholder of Hogwarts at the moment, and you must know that Sirius Black, the most vicious criminal, has recently escaped from prison..."

Fudge spoke here for a long time, and Jerf roughly understood. To put it simply, the Ministry of Magic thinks that Black will come to Hogwarts to trouble Harry Potter, so the Ministry of Magic wants to take over the safety of Hogwarts.

To be reasonable, this is a good thing, and it would be nice to have a few more Aurors over.

However, Fudge's next words moved Jelf.

"You're going to bring Dementors to Hogwarts? Used to search for Blake? Jelf was speechless for a moment, feeling that his mind couldn't keep up with Fudge's pace.

The Dementors are Azkaban's guards, well, reluctantly guards. I haven't heard that Dementors have a knack for finding people. With so many Aurors in the entire wizarding world, you're going to find the Dementors?

And the Dementors were the death of wizards a thousand years ago, and if you transfer these things to the schools of young wizards, it is equivalent to putting a pack of jackals in a human school, what do you make their parents think?

If nothing happens, don't say you're a Minister of Magic, even if you're the King of Magic, you'll have to be taken down... So, are you sure you're not dying?

(To be continued.) )