Fudge is apparition-shifting.

When he was very young, he put a lot of hard work into this area in order to get a position.

I worked the exam and obtained the certificate of Phantom Shifting on my own.

It's just that when he actually entered the Ministry of Magic, some of the knowledge he learned in school was not very useful.

And because of the poor grades, he was not able to enter the noble 'Law Enforcement Division'.

Not to mention staying away from the front line, but it is true that there is no chance to use Phantom Shifter again, but instead uses Floo powder and fireplace to pass in a fixed location.

And when you become Minister of Magic, you have fewer opportunities to travel alone.

In this case, when Fudge used the teleportation magic of Phantom Shifter again, he actually felt an indescribable sense of stagnation.

And when this instinctive rejection from the body overlapped with the complexity that surged inside, he even felt dizzy.

"Hogwarts ......"

Chewing on the name of the ancient academy repeatedly, Fudge subconsciously began to organize his clothes.

Hogwarts is not a 'reunion' for him, and recently, due to various 'problems' within the school, he has visited the school several times.

Werewolf riot.

Fire dragon smuggling.

Every incident in the wizarding community must be vigilant, and it is a great opportunity for the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic to reach out to this school, which has always maintained an independent stance.

Unfortunately, no matter what their plans were, none of this worked out, and on the contrary, his position became precarious.

Thinking of this, Fudge's somewhat fat body couldn't help but tremble,

But before he could think too much, he came back to his senses and saw an old man dressed in bright clothes but casual.

Albus Dumbledore.

Although there was still a bridge between the two sides, Fudge could see him clearly at a glance.

Having experienced several storms and legends that are absolutely unimaginable to modern wizards, the old man smiled and beckoned like an easy-going old man:

But in the face of that kind smile, Fudge's eyes subconsciously looked around.

Maybe it's looking to see if someone is following you, or maybe it's looking for something, maybe even Fudge himself doesn't understand why.

After all, he came here by himself through the illusion of disfigurement, and there were no stalkers or bodyguards.

He's the only one here!

Knowing this fact, instead of feeling reassured, Fudge became more agitated.

It's just that his performance is a different story:

"Albus!"

Without any hesitation, Fudge's face had already shown a more enthusiastic smile when Dumbledore beckoned kindly.

He quickly dragged his fat body across the bridge in front of the Hogwarts gates and walked to the gates.

"Hoo ......"

The sudden, strenuous exercise made the Minister of Magic obviously a little uncomfortable, and he just held his heart and kept panting:

"This distance...... Whew, seriously, it's quite long. ”

"It's a pity that Hogwarts has anti-apparition magic, and breaking in with magic can lead to some very bad results."

As a school with a thousand-year-old history and all kinds of ups and downs, Hogwarts has experienced a time that is not as comfortable as the books describe.

As the simplest and most effective way to do this, Hogwarts defenses are never weak warnings.

The magic of 'anti-illusion' set up in that era could only result in disintegration and separation—just like those that would have occurred after the failure of the illusion.

Thinking of the half-truths and half-truths he had read from books before, the corners of Fudge's mouth quivered.

"Of course I do, Albus."

He spoke.

"So, I've always come on foot, and I've always been like that before."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Looking at Fudge's movement of wiping his sweat, Dumbledore just nodded slowly.

The old headmaster's unhurried attitude made Fudge even more impatient, and he didn't seem to have the intention of getting straight to the point.

Even, in Fudge's opinion, if he hadn't asked himself, Dumbledore would have dragged on forever!

But this kind of thing is absolutely not allowed!

Thinking of this, Fudge's original expression loosened a little within his control:

"The letter you wrote to......"

He opened his mouth to make it clear.

"I've seen the contents of that letter."

"Ah, the letter."

Dumbledore nodded slowly.

"That's exactly what I wrote."

The old headmaster happily admitted this.

But......

"Are you sure you want to talk about this here?"

At this moment, there was a slight commotion inside the school gates.

At the same time, a Hufflepuff student was coming out of the gate.

"Ah, Headmaster Dumbledore."

The red-haired boy beckoned.

And when he looked to the side, Fudge was stunned.

He subconsciously lowered his round hat, as if trying to hide his face.

However, when Dumbledore casually reached out in front of him, Fudge noticed that the child didn't seem to see anything.

"What are you doing here?"

"It's just a casual walk."

As if the powerful Minister of Magic didn't exist at all, the old headmaster had a conversation with the younger students.

"What about you?"

"I just want to walk around the school."

"The scenery inside Hogwarts is pretty good."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"In a hundred years, I haven't gotten tired of watching it."

"Hmm."

There was no rebuttal, no further recognition, and the first-year student just nodded slowly.

"So, I'll go first."

The student just walked away.

As a young man, the red-haired boy walked very fast, and his figure soon disappeared.

After that, he couldn't help but wipe his sweat again.

Of course, he could see that it must have been the powerful headmaster who was covering for him before.

Otherwise, the Minister of Magic will appear in the school again, and this kind of thing will definitely spread throughout the school!

This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed!

"Connelly, do you have any proposals now?"

“…… Go to your office, Albus. ”

Wiping away the cold sweat that seemed to run down again, Fudge spoke.

"There...... There shouldn't be any people there, right? ”

But soon, when he remembered something, he couldn't help but deny it.

"No, there are portraits there, ...... there"

"Portraits have their own rules, Connelly, have you forgotten that?"

“…… Ah, it seems to be. ”