"Connelly, I told you I wouldn't do anything to Dementors."

Inside the principal's office.

Dumbledore had a headache, and in front of him was the pot-bellied Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge put on a bowler hat and raised his voice a little more loudly, asking, "Who, I mean, is there anyone other than you who can make the three Dementors disappear without a trace." ”

The Dementors are missing, and the first suspicion of the Ministry of Magic is Dumbledore.

Because the headmaster had expressed his dislike for Dementors more than once, and with this ability, he couldn't think of anyone other than Dumbledore.

Strictly speaking, the Dementors of Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic are not superior-subordinate relationships.

They were a partnership, with the Ministry of Magic providing prisoners for the Dementors as rations, and the Dementors performing their duties as guardians of the prisoners for the Ministry.

That's why Fudge found Dumbledore in a fit of rage when he learned that the Dementors were missing.

If this matter is not handled well, the Dementors will strike, and the prisoners of Azkaban will have a chance to escape.

Azkaban must not, at least during Fudge's tenure as minister, and the Dementors could not make mistakes.

Dumbledore was helpless, he waved his hand, and said a little tiredly, "Connelly, besides me, there may be someone else who can do it, and in addition to the Patronus Charm, there may also be other spells that can kill the Dementors." ”

Fudge thought of a possibility, and with a frightened self-deception, shouted, "Impossible, we all know that he, he can't come back!" ”

The first figure that appeared in his mind was that person, and Fudge thought of another possibility, and said to himself firmly: "I know, it's Sirius, it's definitely him!" ”

His eyes grew brighter and brighter, and Fudge's body shook.

"It had to be him, he lurked around and killed the Dementors."

His voice grew louder and louder, as if to convince himself, and finally he almost yelled out and slammed the door and left.

Dumbledore looked at his back and sighed to himself.

Fudge was not like this in the past, and at that time, Dumbledore lent his influence to make him Minister of Magic, and it was power and comfort that made him cowardly.

At that time, the Ministry of Magic had better candidates, but Dumbledore felt that the wizarding world needed to be stable.

Now that I think about it, that may have been the wrong choice.

Fudge had been running away from the fact that Voldemort might return, and he wouldn't believe it even if it was Dumbledore who said it.

"Power shouldn't be used as a private weapon."

As long as Dumbledore wanted to, or even showed interest, his old friends, former students, the Ministry of Magic, the Wizengamot, and the entire wizarding world would not hesitate to make him Minister of Magic.

But Dumbledore knew his heart, he was pure, powerful, brave, and upright, but he couldn't touch power, it was a deadly poison that would make him lose himself.

The younger self had been with the man, who had become the first Dark Lord to lift the law of secrecy, and Dumbledore knew that it was his own thoughts that influenced him.

Therefore, even in the era of the two most dangerous Dark Lords, he never touched on power, or even avoided it.

The small golden funnel on the table, he touched it lightly with his fingertips, as if he was speaking to himself, as if telling someone.

"I hope you won't be like that."

There seemed to be two figures in front of him, a young man in his prime, and a handsome student in a Hogwarts uniform with a disguised disguise.

Their figures gradually overlapped, and a third person appeared.

Dumbledore tried to see clearly, but unfortunately his old eyes were dizzy, and all he could see was the man's back.

"The possibilities are endless."

Retracting his fingers, Dumbledore looked back at the Sorting Hat and the Sword of Gryffindor.

He was so different, and yet so similar.

He's thriving, and he's getting old.

The phoenix is old, can it still bathe in the fire?

...

This was the second time John had run into Minister of Magic Fudge, and the other man's face was stinky, as if he had eaten the Weasley twins' newly developed canary cookies.

Fudge's face was ugly, and he muttered words like Sirius.

John shrugged at this, the Minister of Magic was probably deflated by Dumbledore.

Upon returning to the Slytherin Lounge, John discovers that there is also a stinky-faced man here.

Daphne's good-looking face wrinkled, and she almost wrote on her face that Miss Ben had a temper.

As the little brother who needed Daphne's help in class, John leaned over and asked, "What's wrong with you, Tom messed up your notes?" ”

The last time it stinked was because Tom messed up Daphne's painstakingly sorted notes, and Daphne ran after Tom.

Tom's licking dog thought he was playing with him, and he had fun in front of him, but finally hit John's hand to find out what it was all about.

When his dog did something wrong, John had no choice but to wipe his butt and sternly say, "I'll let Tom perform a somersault for you, don't be angry with a dog." ”

Daphne squinted at John, and said in a strange manner, "Thank you John-"

The voice was elongated, and the intonation was as if it was deliberately sharpened, giving John goosebumps.

"Uh...... You're welcome. John rubbed his arms and subconsciously replied.

In the next second, Daphne immediately pulled down a face, snorted coldly and turned her head away.

John is in the same place So, don't you want Tom to perform a somersault?

I remember Tom eating dog food upside down.

The next day, John felt that he could let Tom perform a handstand for Daphne and eat dog food.

In the auditorium, Daphne arrived, and sat a few seats away from John.

John leaned over and whispered, "Come with me, I'll show you something." ”

Daphne's expression moved slightly, and she was overjoyed, thinking that John had finally come to her senses.

After saying a word to her best friend Pansy, she leaves with John full of anticipation.

Pansy gave her knowing look, then glanced at Malfoy, who was loudly plotting with her two henchmen on what to do with the Gryffindor juniors, and she really wanted to smash a plate of potatoes with skin in front of her on Malfoy's head.

Walking out of the auditorium, Daphne and John walked to the bridge with anticipation.

The place is rarely visited, and the long covered bridge is made of stone and wood.

The morning breeze blew across John's cheeks, blowing John's longer black hair, and his perfect features were even more beautiful by a ray of morning sunshine, and the tips of his hair brushed over his brown salamander-like eyes, making Daphne sink a little.

She looked at John expectantly, shy in her heart, but still stammered and asked, "Johan, what are you going to show me?" ”

She deliberately pretended to be careless, because her mother said that a woman who is too active will not be cherished.

John stared straight at those pale gray-blue eyes, a smile on his lips that slowed Daphne's heartbeat.

"I know, you've always minded, and I know what you mean......"

Maybe John's eyes were so hot that Daphne couldn't help but dodge.

John looked at her expectantly and shyly, and his smile became more and more obvious, and he guessed correctly.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The sound of music coming from nowhere, Daphne was stunned.

"Look at it, Tom specially trained it to eat dog food upside down in order to make amends for you!"

John, in a proud and excited voice, pointed to a dog who was forced to do business.

Tom came over with a rice bowl in his mouth, tore open the bag of dog food and poured it in, his front paws were forceful, and he screamed.

It stood with its legs floating in the air, relying only on the strength of its forelimbs to complete a handstand, its long ears drooping down, and it was gulping down its food.

The atmosphere was very quiet for a while, and John was still cheering Tom on.

"Come on, Tom, eat!"

"You can, Tom, believe in yourself!"

"Come on, you're going to be the dog of the Earth Dog King!"

The sound of waving the flag and shouting fell on Daphne's ears, and her originally shy expression turned into a cold one at the moment.

She stared at Tom, who was working hard, and two sneers tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"How's that, awesome!"

John watched with relief as Tom ate cleanly.

"Huh."

Daphne smiled coldly, and once again said in that weird and screechy tone, "Thank you John—"

Why does this sentence sound so awkward?

John scratched his head, feeling a little weird, and said cautiously: "Actually, Tom can also perform a one-handed handstand to eat dog food." ”

"Thank you, John—"

Again, Daphne turned around and walked away, not giving John a chance to understand at all.

Glancing at Tom, who was already spinning his tail around him, John raised his eyebrows and said loudly, "Something is wrong with you!" ”

Daphne paused, thinking that John had finally found out, but soon she realized that she was overthinking.

John pulled the dog's face and asked, "Obviously, the dog food eaten these days is double, why don't you see any meat!" ”

Tom's flattering dog face froze, and he bowed his head weakly.

Daphne's steps intensified, as if she had mistaken the floor for John, and stepped on it hard.

This dog thing even knows how much dog food Tom has eaten, and he can't even find out why he is angry!

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