The next day, in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, a thin, thin wizard was hysterically shouting at Headmaster Duppet.

"Armando Dupet! For such a major matter as a demon god that may subvert the world, who gave you the power to strengthen the seal on your own?! His face was flushed, and the plate-shaped mustache under his nose moved with the opening of his lips, which looked extremely funny.

"Why would you circumvent the Ministry of Magic to make your own decisions about such a thing? If something goes wrong in the world, who will take the responsibility?! ”

Headmaster Duppet glanced at him with some irritation, but said patiently, "Minister Foley, we're sorry for not exchanging views with the Ministry of Magic beforehand. But this opportunity to strengthen the seal cannot be missed, and we really don't have time to wait for the Ministry of Magic to make a decision. ”

What do you mean by that? I now seriously suspect that you are questioning the efficiency and accuracy of the Ministry of Magic's decision-making. Or do you think the Ministry of Magic is going to cause trouble for you? "Secretary Foley exclaims." Remember who you are, Principal Dippert. You're just the principal of a school! ”

Secretary Foley pronounces the word "principal" very seriously.

"I beg your pardon, Minister Foley." Principal Dippet said with a blank face. "But we really don't want to take that unnecessary risk."

The ghost Xiwen floated next to the bookshelf in the principal's office, watching boredly at the conversation between the two men without any nutrition.

"Haven't we succeeded in reinforcing the Grim Reaper's seal? Why is the Minister of Magic still so angry? Sven looked at Dumbledore beside him and asked, a little puzzled.

"You may not know much about politicians, they don't think the same way we do." Dumbledore smiled slightly sarcastically and said to Sven. "These politicians are not concerned with what they can do with something, but with what benefits they will get from it."

"This time, for example, we strengthened the Grim Reaper's seal and solved a major catastrophe in the world. This was supposed to be a big deal for Minister Foley to gain a lot of prestige and success, but because we didn't inform the Ministry of Magic, they weren't able to participate in the operation. ”

"That's why Foley can't get any benefit from this incident, so how can that not make him angry?"

"In this way, if they really notify the Ministry of Magic, let alone help us, it would be nice if they didn't disrupt our operations." Shiwen shook his head and sighed.

"Doesn't even the risk of world destruction change their profit-seeking nature?"

"Yes, even the destruction of the world cannot change the instincts of politicians." Dumbledore nodded affirmatively.

"Of course, the wizarding world is not without politicians of good character. For example, the current president of the International Federation of Wizards, Visencia Santos, and Liu Tao, the minister of the Ministry of Magic of China. But our Minister Foley is clearly not included in the ranks of high moral character. ”

Shevin glanced at Principal Dippert and Minister Foley again, and frowned at the sight of Foley's flushed face and bruised neck.

"If such a person leads the Ministry of Magic, I am skeptical that I will be able to successfully resolve the problem of the world war, and whether I will be able to withstand the catastrophe of the Grim Reaper's invasion." Xiwen said in a cold voice.

He then turned his gaze to Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, are you really not thinking about becoming a Minister of Magic or becoming the President of the International Confederation of Wizards?" What our world needs now is not a politician, but a leader! ”

Dumbledore fell silent and shook his head slightly.

"No, I can't. I don't deserve power. He whispered.

"Dumbledore, if the wizarding world were led by you, the number of flies and dogs in those departments and organizations would definitely be greatly reduced, and the sacrifices in this war would definitely be greatly reduced." Siwin stared into Dumbledore's wise eyes and asked in confusion. "So, why can't you suppress that thought in your heart and really save the wizarding world?"

Dumbledore silently looked away, looking at his wrist. There was still a silver chain wrapped around the cuff, a blood pact that had lost its magic.

"As early as the moment Ariana left, I understood that I could not afford to pay the price. I can't afford to try, and I can't afford to be wrong. He said softly, as if talking to himself. Grindelwald's mistakes can be fought against or even ended by me, so if I make mistakes, who can stop me? ”

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Xiwen with sharp blue pupils, "If that day does come, will you be the one who will stop me, Strange?" ”

"The Ronin Who Started from Douluo"

Xiwen almost blurted out a rebuttal in his throat.

"Maybe you can really stop me, Strange." Dumbledore looked at Shevan, his voice softened again, and asked softly. "But how many wizards and Muggles will be killed in the process?"

The argument between Minister Foley and Headmaster Dippert slowly subsided, and with a series of crackling flames, the Ministry of Magic officials disappeared into the fireplace of the Headmaster's office.

The space became quiet, except for Siwen and Dumbledore staring at each other.

"I see."

After a long time, Xiwen slowly spoke.

Then, with a deep sigh, he walked through the walls of the principal's office to the space inside the main tower.

In the main tower of Hogwarts Castle, the movable staircase still moves back and forth in the circular space, carrying young wizards from room to room.

There are many bright candles on each floor, which illuminate the circular space where the entire movable staircase is located. The walls of the main tower are covered with portraits for their own pleasure, and each portrait has its own thing to do.

Looking down from the eighth floor of the main tower, the whole castle is filled with a cheerful and lively atmosphere.

Xiwen floated at the highest point inside the main tower, looking at this carefree ivory tower, and thinking of the war-torn outside world, his expression couldn't help but become a little dazed.

Grindelwald's turmoil, world-wide wars, and the invasion of death, each of these disasters is a huge catastrophe on its own, but in this era, it appears at the same time, and at the same time it frantically pours towards the weak human race, as if to swallow everything!

Will they really be able to save the world, led by this overwhelmed Minister of Magic?

"Strange!"

At this moment, Dumbledore's voice suddenly came from behind Sivon.

Shiwen turned his head and looked at him with a puzzled look.

"If you're still at a loss, why don't you do something yourself?" Dumbledore walked over to Sven, leaned against the railing on the eighth floor, and smiled at him. "Actually, you don't need to put all your hopes of leading the wizarding world on me, I don't deserve your deep trust."

"Strange, remember who you are, you're a Slytherin. I'm sure you must have an ambition hidden in your heart! ”

Xiwen nodded thoughtfully.

Immediately, he looked up at Dumbledore in astonishment and asked:

"Where's my Slytherin, Dumbledore? Are you mistaken? ”

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