The sun in winter has very short daylight hours.

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, there were already five fingers outside the castle.

It's about the season, of course, but it's more about the weather being too bad today.

It snowed heavily throughout the day.

The three reckless men of Gryffindor walked together in the mountains and forests under the thick snow and the howling wind.

"I don't understand why you two are coming along." Ron fended off the wind in front of him with his right hand and looked sideways behind him, Hannah's Justin following Harry.

"Owen must have arrived in Hogsmeade." Hannah said firmly. "I haven't seen him for a day. If he had known about this kind of thing, it would have been impossible for him not to come. ”

"Uh-"

What kind of strange logic is this.

Ron shoved his rat into his pocket. I can't help but want to complain, and Owen is a reckless man who loves to join in the fun in your heart?

"Don't poke your head out, the wind is going to blow you away!" With a whisper, Ron suddenly thought that a few of them didn't seem to be qualified to evaluate Owen.

"What are you doing with that rat?" Hermione asked tightly, a little confused.

"I have to take it with me." Ron yelled and talked about what had happened, "Have you forgotten that last week, Christmas, Owen's Shylock chased Blob all day!" ”

"It's missing a toe."

"I was in the school hospital that day!" Hermione was snatched by the wind and snow, and said with a flushed face.

"Actually, you rat should exercise. Look at its body hair, one less piece here, one less piece there, fat all over. If you continue like this, sooner or later you will get high blood pressure and diabetes. Justin tinkered with a knife as he glanced at Ron's pocket.

He didn't like Ron's rat at all.

It's ugly.

How could a wizard in the wizarding world pet a rat that was everywhere in the city's sewers?

It made him puzzled.

Uh-huh - still Shilok cute, um-Bakar is also handsome.

Plug in addition. He was the one who borrowed Shylock from Hannah to hug him, met the big chipmunk in the hallway, and threw Shylock out to attack the mouse.

Of course, he didn't know that the mouse was Ron's.

"High blood pressure, diabetes?" Ron turned to Justin and asked, "What's that?" ”

"That's it."

"Alright." In the snow, Hermione interrupted the two of them with a loud voice. She wore a beaver skin scarf around her neck (Hagrid's Christmas present, oversized, Hermione could use as a quilt.) Draped over Luna, who was walking side by side with him.

"Nobody cares about your rat, let's go!"

"I'm going to be buried in the snow in a moment."

She regretted going to Hufflepuff to find Owen.

Hermione had been looking for a powerful helper, but so many young wizards had come with her.

Maybe you haven't figured it out!

We're here to stop an assassination attempt against Dumbledore!

Face a murderous and evil, murderous and beautiful enemy like the goddess of the moon!

This is not an outing! This is not an outing!!

Hermione complained frantically in her heart.

And as the executor of all this, the actual leader of the squad, Harry was actually—ahem—inexplicably a little excited

When he used the invisibility cloak to take everyone out of the castle one by one, the excitement became even stronger.

In this cold winter, everyone is adventurous together, what a beautiful thing!

It's just that this adventure has a little bit of danger.

But he might lose his life, and he didn't gamble with his life on that risk?

What's more, Harry had a hunch that this would definitely be one of the greatest adventures of his life.

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On the other hand, he didn't know that his hapless students were running towards Hogsmeade on a snowy night because they were worried about their lives, trying to save their Dumbledore.

Just, literally meeting an important figure from the Ministry of Magic in the village of Hogsmeade.

Minister, Cornelius Fudge.

If he knew, maybe he would be moved, he would definitely deduct 20 points from these unlucky children one by one, and then arrange confinement!

Meeting Fudge tonight was indeed an accident.

Originally, Dumbledore had planned to stay at school and quietly follow tonight's big play.

However, at noon a letter from the Ministry of Magic arrives urgently in his office, and Fudge asks him to come to the pig's head bar in the evening to talk about Lockhart.

It wasn't until he read the letter that Dumbledore really took Lockhart's attention seriously.

After all, how could the old principal, who had the world in mind before, be tied up by a liar.

He knew that Lockhart's stories were all plagiarized from other wizards.

There were even some he knew.

But what he didn't expect was Lockhart's despicable methods - permanently erasing other people's memories and how many victims would be.

"Twenty-seven wizards, twenty-seven !!" On the second floor of the Hog's Head Bar, Fudge's angry shouts hadn't stopped since he saw Dumbledore, "He's better."

"Mystery people are still hateful."

Cornelius Oswald Fudge, British Minister of Magic, is a small man who is happy to retain power.

This is a pinstriped suit, with a bright red tie, a long black cloak, purple pointed boots, he is full of nobility, but unfortunately the resentful expression, but the nobility is hidden, only his cowardice remains.

"You've also made him a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!" Fudge looked at Dumbledore's still calm face, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, "I don't believe it, Dumbledore, I don't believe it!" ”

This incident disgraced the Ministry of Magic, a British wizard attacked more than twenty-seven wizards from other countries, why did such an initiative happen during his tenure!

"You don't know who he really is?"

"Sit down, Connelly." The old headmaster picked up a cup of flower tea on the table, took a sip and said, "I don't understand, why do you have the illusion that I should know everything." ”

"You're Dumbledore!" Fudge sat down beside Dumbledore with heavy steps.

"Whew~" His eyes were fixed on the greatest wizard, and Fudge felt an inexplicable pressure.

The pressure irritated him.

Apparently he is the Minister of Magic!

But the first thing the outside world concerned about was always Dumbledore's opinion on the matter.

Although Hogwarts did lose face abroad once because of Lockhart's affairs, Dumbledore's prestige was still high, and it was not a discredited affair that could be discredited.

"What are we going to do now?" He said angrily, and the whole person looked like an ammunition depot about to explode.

"By the law, Connery. I don't have any better advice than the law. Dumbledore spoke slowly, calmly with a touch of firmness.

"Legal !!"

Fudge jerked to his feet, "Do you know how many letters from victims the Ministry of Magic has received in just one week?" ”

"Two hundred and forty-seven !!"

"That damn guy, that Lockhart, the permanent amnestics he uses make it impossible to tell if the people who claim to be victims are real or just want to extort a sum of gold Galleons!"

"And the ordinary wizards who bought his books, all went to the Blotted Bookstore to get a refund."

"Ministries of magic from other countries have also sent us letters of complaint, do you know what they are?" Fudge angrily pulled out a pile of papers of different materials from his jacket pocket.

You don't have to open it to know that these letters must come from all over the world.

"What do you say that in order to protect the rights and interests of wizards in your own country, you want the British Ministry of Magic to compensate those victims!"

"Indemnification! It's a shame that they can say it! Fudge's face flushed with glances.

I was trembling all over, obviously angry!

He's only been Minister of Magic for less than a year and a half! I haven't caught much yet, so dig it out?

The most important thing is that English wizards don't care whether things are right or wrong.

In their opinion, as long as the Minister of Magic dares to pay a sike for compensation.

Tomorrow the Daily Prophet will run his front page headline, Cornelius Fudge, the most humiliating Minister of Magic.

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The fragrance of flower tea permeates the room.

Fudge's angry bitter complaint in his ears made Dumbledore truly feel that this former student really had no political talent.

He became Minister of Magic because of the shocking news that his biggest rival, Barty Crouch, was suddenly revealed that his son was a Death Eater.

It can be said that he picked up a Minister of Magic for nothing.

It is a compromise after the game of multiple forces.

And Fudge himself, he doesn't have much talent.

If he really had some talent, he wouldn't be so stupid as to try to cover up the news of Voldemort's return.

Because it doesn't do him much, and it even brings death threats to himself - from those crazy Death Eaters.

"Connery." Behind Dumbledore's half-moon glasses, there was a hint of care.

Fudge was his student after all, and he grew up watching.

Although Lockhart's affair was in a uproar, it did not cause too serious actual harm to the British wizarding world, and it was just a loss of face.

It's time to pull him or pull him!

The old headmaster spoke calmly, "You should talk to Barty Krach, he will have a way!" ”

"Him?" At the sound of that name, Fudge's whole body stood on end, and he roared like an enraged lion, "Are you telling me to beg him?" Oh! Merciful Mr. Crouch, you are resourceful, can you give me an idea? ”

"Really?"

"Or do you want to support him on stage and squeeze me down!" Fudge, blinded by the angry lard, frantically told the truth from the bottom of his heart.

Barty Crouch is arguably Fudge's taboo.

Although he is no longer qualified to compete with himself for the post of minister.

But Fudge, who has already tasted power, is not completely reassured by it.

Especially the person in front of him, Dumbledore, as long as he wants, even if it is Barty Krach's Death Eater son, he can support him to the throne of the Minister of Magic.

This is the prestige of the greatest wizard.

It's prohibitive, it's terrifying.

"Connery-I" A flash of disappointment flashed in the old principal's eyes, as an excellent student with his grades, although Fudge had various flaws back then, it was far from that.

He got up, trying to appease the mad student.

At this moment, "Boom! "A bang.

The huge explosion, the resulting wave of air, easily tore apart the house they were in.

The entire roof of the Hog's Head Bar was erased by the spell.

The wind howling outside rushed in.

Wow, I'm in good control of this, I feel like I'll finish the secret room in just a hundred and ten chapters.

The next two chapters take off, and the secret room ends.

(End of chapter)