This may be the last collective action of the boys before Christmas.

That's right, Melda didn't come alone. Instead, with Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

Once again, returning to the principal's office on the eighth floor, Melda had the feeling of being like the next day.

I vaguely remember the last time I came.

The familiar spiral staircase, the familiar oak door, the familiar sphin-like eagle statue, everything was so familiar that Melda's password was the last time.

"Chilled lemon juice!"

With the password correct. The spiral staircase rises slowly, and the shiny oak door opens.

"Melda, how do you know the password for the Headmaster's Office?" Hermione asked, confused, if she hadn't seen the letter from the Ministry of Magic with a password for the Headmaster's Office.

And it's not possible.

"Nothing!" Melda spread her hands. Tilting his head and looking back, he said.

"It's all blind with one hand." Melda spoke amazingly.

"Old Deng's password is best guessed. In exchange for a few, but it's a coincidence that they can be matched at one time like this time. ”

After hearing Melda's answer, Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes, and said with deep meaning in her heart: How many times have you been to the principal's office! Even the password set by Professor Dumbledore has been figured out by you!

I've never been here for a good student like myself.

With that, the four little ones walked into the room, this is the first time that the Gryffindor Triumvirate has been here,

Whether it was Hermione Harry or Ron, they were all looking left and right at the decoration of the office.

Melda didn't talk to each other like they did, he kept his eyes on the gentleman in a very ladylike (crossed out) manner, and then walked straight to the old Deng's side.

Fudge, the commissioner of the Ministry of Magic, probably just arrived, and he was chatting and laughing with old Deng, and it seemed that the two of them got along very well, and they were not at all as embarrassed as when they broke up later.

"Oh! Look, this must be Mr. Corris, who is really young. Fudge was unusually enthusiastic, first walking over and smiling and patting Melda on the shoulder, then past him and greeting Harry behind him.

"Oh! You must be Miss Potte, right!? Fudge looked at Harry with some surprise as he was a ponytail today. He clearly remembered that it was a boy.

However, as an old politician, he still has the ability to see people and speak people, although he is a little confused, but he still finds the direction of praise from Harry's face: "You really look like your mother." ”

"Ahem, Mr. Minister, it's Mr. Pote." Melda said with a smile.

"Oh, today's kids, they're really mavericks." Fudge said in a slightly surprised tone that he didn't know whether it was sarcasm or statement.

But it was this unclear tone that managed to annoy Melda.

My grandfather has long hair to eat your rice.

If you don't like to look at it, get out. Who the told you to come?

Melda, who had long broken hair, and Harry, who was in a single ponytail, were clearly the targets of this pedantic guy.

Hum! Such a person can also be the Minister of Magic.

From this point of view, how ruined the wizarding world in Britain really is!

"Every child has the right to express his or her own individuality. I guess we shouldn't get too much into it, Connelly. Dumbledore's tone was steady and deep. Then a change of topic brought the conversation to the point.

"Melda, do you know anything about the Museum of Greater Glasgow?"

Melda tilted her head and said nonchalantly: "I know, it was said in the Daily Prophet a few days ago. ”

"The newspaper only had a part of the news." Fudge finally got serious at this point, and he slowly walked up to Melda and said, "The attackers are three wizards. ”

"And it was a sudden attack in broad daylight, which was something that many Muggles saw."

"The Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters has been busy these days."

"The Muggle Conciliation Commission is hollowing out its head and pondering some reasons to explain it to the Muggle Prime Minister."

"So what?" Melda said angrily. Isn't that what your Ministry of Magic is supposed to do? Now come to me and tell me what are you doing here?

"Of course, if it's just because of this, the Ministry of Magic won't come looking for you." Fudge suddenly laughed.

No one would have imagined that an accident would trigger a chain reaction that would follow. And cautious, he has long seen a lot from these superficial things. That's why he's here.

"It has been unanimously confirmed after a joint investigation by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, the Department of Mysteries, and the Investigation Committee of the Ministry of Magic." Fudge's expression suddenly became excited, and he read out a large number of important departments of the Ministry of Magic, which seemed to add chips to what he was going to say next.

"The Glasgow Museum of the Corris family has a collection of more than 30,000 pieces, of which more than 6,000 are magical items."

"This is a serious violation of the secrecy law promulgated by the International Confederation of Wizards."

"Hereby—" Fudge stopped suddenly. Looking around, it seems to be showing his authority.

"The Ministry of Magic hereby decides. All magical objects in the collection of the Museum of Greater Glasgow will be confiscated, and a fine of 100,000 gold Galleons will be imposed on the Corris family. ”

"It's blackmail." Melda said angrily.

"When the Museum of Greater Glasgow was built, the Council of Wizards had not yet been formed, so what right did you have to punish a museum older than the law?"

Melda was furious, according to the title deed kept by his family. The Great Glasgow Museum was built as early as 1307.

The Council of Magic, on the other hand, was only established in the 40s of the 14th century.

Not to mention the International Wizards' Union Secrecy Act, which was only enacted in 1692.

Fudge's words are nothing short of blackmail.

"Oh, Mr. Melda, I didn't expect you to know so much about the law, so I think you should know that after the enactment of the Secrecy Law, any dangerous magical items will have to be filed with the Ministry of Magic."

"I guess your more than 6,000 magic items shouldn't have been recorded, right?" Fudge continued thoughtfully.

He seems to have decided that he will eat Melda this time.

Because this has happened in history, after all, the pure-blood circle basically has a long history, and no matter which family, there may be one or two forgotten dark magic items.

In cases like this, it is usually the Ministry of Magic that has private discussions with the family in charge, not as it does now. Rush straight to the door to notify.

"Huh!" Melda sneered.

He knew that the Malfoy family also had a lot of dark magic items hidden in it. If the Ministry of Magic is so dedicated, why didn't they go to his house to search?

Very good!

Melda stared at Fudge coldly.

Dead fatty, you've managed to mess with me.