Harry was taken to the school hospital, and the matter wasn't over yet.

Dumbledore hurried down, staring at the Dementors trapped in the Patronus Spell water dungeon, with anger in his eyes that John had never seen before.

This White Devil King is really angry.

A hundred Dementors stormed the Quidditch pitch, what a terrible disaster it would be.

"I need to find Cornelius Fudge, John, please get these Dementors under control." Dumbledore said to John.

John nodded, and the remaining students were a little bold to come over.

John had a headache, and he used his wand to control the water dungeon and move it to another location.

Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall came to their aid, their eyes filled with fear and anger that the Ministries were using the safety of their students as a bargaining chip.

"I'm going to have to complain about these guys!" Professor McGonagall's face turned pale, and she said viciously, "Mr. Wick, thank you for your help in finding out. ”

Professor Flitwick's shrill voice suppressed excitement as he praised John, "Excellent, John Wick, what a genius idea to add a Patronus Charm to a water dungeon." ”

As a Charms professor, Professor Flitwick has an honor.

"Where are we going to transfer this thing? I mean, I probably can't move very far. ”

John's magic crystal is constantly being consumed, this thing is not a magic stone, and it will become a waste product when it is consumed.

The material of a magic crystal costs hundreds of Galleons, which makes John really painful.

Professor McGonagall proposes to put the Dementors in the Dungeon, not the Slytherin one, and Hogwarts has its own Dungeon.

The Dementors struggled to escape, and the trio teamed up to suppress them and send them to the dungeon.

After doing everything, John felt a little sore in his hands.

Glancing at the ring on his right hand, he had snuck a lot of curses on the twenty-odd Dementors just now.

Now the ring, the black lines are becoming more and more clear.

Quietly retracting the black thread attached to the water dungeon, the Dementors looked listless.

Professor McGonagall is only supposed to have been suppressed by the Patronus Charm.

In the evening, the Ministry of Magic hurried in, led by the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

There is also an acquaintance, Rufus Scrimgeur, the head of the Auror Office.

They hurried in, and John could see that Fudge's face was not good, and a handkerchief was shivering and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He was also scared, he really didn't expect the Dementors to break into Hogwarts.

It was the school, and behind it stood a family of wizards from all over England.

If the families had known about this, they would have rallied to protest against themselves, the Minister of Magic.

He was scared, this hard-won power, he was used to.

John sees Fudge hurrying into the principal's office, and John is told to go to the principal's office.

As soon as he entered the office, John saw Dumbledore's face, the most angry and serious he had ever seen.

Fudge's eyes lit up when he saw John, and he stepped out of a speed that did not match his pot-bellied body, grabbing John's hand and shaking it excitedly.

"You're John Wick, the one who stopped the Dementors?"

"Thank you so much for preventing a tragedy and saving the reputation of the Ministry of Magic, which will not forget your kindness."

Fudge said this, throwing an olive branch, smiling, sweat on the tip of his nose almost falling.

"If you want, I can send you an invitation after you graduate, the Ministry of Magic needs talent like you."

He said as he stole his eyes at Dumbledore.

It seems that wooing yourself is not necessarily true, but wooing Dumbledore is certain.

Rufus Scrimgeour looked calm, oblivious to Fudge's actions.

John looked at Dumbledore with disappointment in Fudge's face.

Fudge did something wrong, as long as he was dedicated to the wizarding world, then Dumbledore was his biggest backstage.

It's a pity that everything he did was to keep his power, and it was only right to shirk the blame in this matter and let Dumbledore disappoint him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, Headmaster Dumbledore came looking for me." A perfect smirk appeared on his face, and John withdrew his hand.

He approached Dumbledore, who shifted his gaze to John with a look of relief, "John, we need you to describe the whole process. ”

John nodded, and then recounted all the uniforms he had found when the Dementors had rushed into the Quidditch pitch.

He looked calm the whole time, as if he hadn't done anything big.

Fudge's face was getting ugly, and John didn't mind making up for it with the Minister of Magic.

He said in a calm tone, "I think the Dementors may have been inspired by Quidditch's joyful mood and not suppressed their nature. ”

Leaving the safety of the students to the Dementors is like letting the greedy cat guard the fish.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, looking at Fudge.

After that, John didn't have to get involved, and Dumbledore could be said to use a reprimanding tone, making Fudge embarrassed.

In the end, the two parties parted unhappily, and John took the whole process into his eyes, and a fine light appeared inside.

"It's an opportunity."

Fudge is too incompetent, and can even be said to be a pig teammate, causing all kinds of chaos after Voldemort's resurrection.

In that case, John was ready to see if he could pull the minister down in advance.

Rufus Scrimgeour was not to blame, he was always resolute in using the Aurors to control the Dementors.

It's a pity that Fudge felt that it was a seizure of power, so he didn't give him a chance.

After this incident, John knew that the opportunity had come.

He wrote more than a dozen letters and sent them out, each of which would go into the hands of a pure-blood or influencer.

Through these people working together, even if the Minister of Magic didn't make a mistake, it would be a headache, not to mention the current situation where Fudge was in a loss.

...

The next day.

The Dementors were taken away, and the twenty-odd Dementors were not as active as they used to be, and even some of the Dementors were one size shorter in their clothes.

Rufus Scrimgeour hands over to Professor McGonagall, promising that the Dementors will be punished.

There was confidence in his words, for Johnny Silverhand had promised him help.

That night, after he and Fudge left Hogwarts, they saw Fudge being called back to his office in a hurry.

Soon, Fudge was heard with a furious smashing sound.

It should be Johnny Silver's hand that helped.

This made him happy, because he had not been happy with Fudge for a long time.

can be in charge of their own affairs, who wants to be crushed by others.

Harry hadn't woken up yet, he had fallen from a height of at least 50 feet.

At night, John looked up at the sky.

After the storm, the sky was cloudless, and a full moon hung on it like a jade plate.

The time has come.

John took out the mandrake leaves and put them in his mouth.

The Animagus Way officially begins.

Although he could not speak, John had a solution.

He took out his wand and swiped it through the air, and red sparks stayed in the air wherever he went.

The marker appears.

This is how you can communicate with others.

Externally, all you have to do is claim that your throat was swollen due to excessive consumption of mana yesterday.

There is no disease in the wizarding world, and there may be such a thing.

After the full moon, Harry woke up.

He was heartbroken that the team had lost because of his own relationship.

It's not the first time, especially with Wood, who stands in the rain and wants to drown.

It was Wood's last year, and his passion for Quidditch never managed to lift the trophy.

Harry thought it was bad enough, but life is never the worst.

His light wheel 2000 was blown by the wind to the beating willow, and the beating willow directly dismantled the broom to pieces.

The companion who had been with him for three years was gone, and Harry was in a terrible mood.

There was a steady stream of people visiting Harry, and John brought him a box of cockroaches.

"John, what's wrong with you?" Hermione looked at John suspiciously, he hadn't said a word the whole time.

John pointed to his throat and wrote down his reasons for thinking about it with the marker.

Hearing that it was the result of saving himself that day, Harry felt even more guilty.

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