"Hogwarts is under the control of the Ministry of Magic, and—" As he spoke, he threw a spell that enveloped the golden crown, but nothing happened.

It was still suspended in the air.

Well?

This? Fudge frowned and looked at the Aurors on either side.

Then his subordinates understood, and reached out and grabbed the golden crown directly.

But just like there was a void glass in front of them, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't touch the golden crown.

"Dumbledore!" Fudge didn't even think about it, and decided that this was definitely a little trick of the old headmaster.

His eyes fell unkindly on Hermione and the other little wizards.

Although the witch who was suspected to be Rowena said that they were all Ravenclaw people when she left, which made me a little jealous, but it was only jealousy, and the little wizard swept through his actual affairs like iron, even if the Aurors took people away and imprisoned them in Azkaban now, it would be in accordance with the law.

I didn't do anything wrong.

"I guess it was just an accident." The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched, and a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

After all, with the headmaster's deep wisdom, he couldn't figure out why Hermione attacked the Minister of Magic

"Accident?" Fudge scoffed at this.

The so-called accident is three to one, and it is a shameless sneak attack!

Although he is not very honorable, after all, it is quite embarrassing for him to be defeated by three young wizards as an adult wizard, but the facts are the facts.

"I don't think there's such a word for surprise in law." Fudge's meaning is clear, it is humiliating to be knocked down by the little wizard, he can not be held accountable, but the golden crown must be taken away.

Otherwise, I'll have to ask these bastards to go to prison in Azkaban.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Hermione lowered her head, as if she had resigned herself to her fate.

It turned out that Dumbledore was with the Minister of Magic, and the dark wizards around him were actually Aurors.

The news made her dizzy, a little unacceptable, and—what a shame!

She'd rather the other party be a vicious dark wizard!

If this gets out, she, Hogwarts. Woo woo ┭┮_┭┮, is it too late for me to transfer now?

Or, can I still go to school?

"Hey, what are you talking about?" At this time, halfway up the mountain, a young man with long black hair suddenly ran up.

He wears a blanket made of unicorn fur and pulls another person in one hand.

"Owen?" Hannah exclaimed in surprise, then frowned, "Y-you're at the castle?" ”

"That's right! Professor Sprout invited me to cough cough and drink tea, you understand! Owen, who had pulled Malfoy from halfway up the mountain, smiled shyly.

"Drink—tea?"

Hannah, who had long heard of Owen's strange black words, immediately understood what he meant.

He was dragged into confinement by Professor Sprout again.

"I thought"

"Why?"

"Shut up. This is not your student party! The Minister of Magic shook his majesty and scolded loudly.

His eyes flashed across Owen's face. Then he said to Professor Dumbledore in a tone of inquiry, "This is the student you taught?" ”

"Huh?"

"You don't seem to be a student of Dumbledore, oh~ You want to change your course?"

"Have I allowed you to speak?" He clenched his wand in his hand, his fists clenched.

Yes, the fire in his heart was about to burn away what little reason he had.

Today was his most humiliating day. He must reassert his prestige as Minister of Magic before Hogwarts!

He didn't want to live a day when he sent letters to Dumbledore asking if he was in power.

"What a big official! Mr. Minister. Owen waved his hand slightly, and the golden crown suspended in the air seemed to be inspired by some kind of inspiration, and fell straight to the ends of his hair.

"You—" Fudge's eyelids fluttered slightly.

I've tried it all before, and no matter how hard I try, the magic and physics can't shake the Ravenclaw crown suspended in the air.

"Ah~ this!" Owen tapped his wand on the jewel of the golden crown above his head. He replied with a smile, "You have to get its approval." Does the heir of Ravenclaw understand? ”

Uh-huh- Professor Dumbledore's little tricks are really useful.

"Ravenclaw's heir? So what can be done? Fudge squinted and suddenly remembered, as if there had been an heir to Hogwarts in the past.

But that's the heir of Slytherin.

Could it be?

The souls of the four founders have been lurking in the castle, waiting for an opportunity to choose the perfect successor in their hearts?

- It is rumored that the mysterious man who ravaged the wizarding world of England back then seems to have an inexplicable relationship with Salazar Slytherin.

If he is the legendary heir of Slytherin.

That- believe in the heights he has achieved!

If Hogwarts has any other way to make wizards extraordinary, it's that everything must be under the control of the Ministry of Magic.

In any case, today he must take this golden crown with him.

"I suggest you don't ask." Owen stretched out his bare right hand, which he was wearing nothing, and glanced at it, "It's not early today, you should go back to sleep!" ”

"Boy!" The corners of Fudge's mouth curled slightly, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes, "Who do you think you're talking to?" ”

"Maybe you've all forgotten. I'm the Minister of Magic! I can get you out of Hogwarts, and even England, with a single word! ”

"Oops~You're so brave~," Owen tapped his left hand with his wand in his right hand.

His eyes were squinted, and an inexplicable smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Now he's Owen, not the witch Lani.

The young lady will never be angry, nor will she use such frivolous words, or use the unforgivable spell, but he will~

Because he doesn't care~

See you in Azkaban!

What's the matter, anyway, they are all acquaintances, and they are all talents, and I like them very much.

"It's a pity that I only deserve to smell my grandfather's fart!"

"What did you say?"

"What did I say you are deaf? I don't look very old, why don't you have good ears, why don't you go to St. Elizabeth's Hospital for recuperation? ”

As he spoke, Owen stretched out his wand, pointed at Fudge's head, and said, "Are you an incomplete cerebellum or a completely underdeveloped brain?" Could it be that the promotion of the Ministry of Magic was exchanged for brains? ”

"How did you come here, the minister, don't you have any points in your heart?"

The corners of his mouth outlined a sneer: "That's all the old principal's mercy, it's charity, it's your luck to pick it up, don't roll away, and look for trouble for the principal all day long, do you think you have a problem with your brain?" ”

"You!" Hearing this, Fudge's eyes glared angrily, and his eyes seemed to be able to breathe fire.

And the surrounding Aurors, the expressions are even more wonderful than the other.

One will be red and one will be black.

But they were all shocked by what this little wizard said out of nowhere.

When I got the number of rolls, I was stunned at first,. It's really simple, I feel like I can take the test for any junior high school student, but I can't.

(End of chapter)