A week passed quickly, and Dudley brought his friends from the Discipline Group (the Group of Six) to Hogwarts through Hogsmeade's secret passages, and I have to say that Hogwarts was very deserted during the holidays.

With the exception of a handful of professors who call Hogwarts home, the castle is almost empty.

This made Filch, the dormitory administrator, relaxed and a little embarrassed at the same time.

"Jelly slugs!"

The correct password was called, and the door to the principal's office slowly opened.

"Professor Dumbledore, your tastes are getting stranger."

Dudley complained at Dumbledore as soon as he entered the door, and Dumbledore was eating candy with the name 'Password'.

Jelly slugs. Just like its name, this candy also resembles that insect in appearance, even in terms of taste

Like the cockroach pile, most of the wizards who buy this candy use it for pranks, and few wizards actually eat it.

Because it's so similar.

Dumbledore, who was sitting in his seat, looked at the few 'uninvited guests' with a little helplessness: "I only changed the password an hour ago, and I didn't tell anyone. ”

Just after saying this, Dumbledore paused slightly, as if he thought of something, it is not entirely right to say that he didn't tell anyone, at least one person who is not human knows.

Dumbledore looked to the right of the table, where Fawkes's nest was, and the latter felt that Dumbledore's gaze was very weak.

I seem to know why I can guess it every time.

"Dudley, do you want to take them with you? I don't remember telling you that I could bring someone else. ”

Dumbledore glanced at the other Humanity beside Dudley.

"Teaching one is also teaching, teaching a group is also teaching, professor, I don't think you will be so stingy."

"Dudley, it's not a matter of petty, we're going to meet a very dangerous wizard who is very talented. It's the wizard I've ever seen who is the best at using language, and I'm sure you and Harry won't be fooled by him, but the others"

In fact, Dumbledore didn't have much confidence in Harry, and the student named Tom was far from being able to match him when it came to using people's hearts.

"It's alright, Professor." Dudley shook his head slightly, holding out his casserole-sized fist, "If anyone gets lost, I'll use this to sober him up." ”

Friendship is broken or something, and I want to try it once in a while.

Dumbledore: "."

With Dudley's current physique, he will probably hang up with a punch.

"You." Dumbledore sighed, acquiescing in this kind of addition, and did not dwell on this issue: "Have you all agreed with your family?" I don't want to get yelling letters from your parents during the holidays. ”

He just said this because he was worried that they were still young and easy to be bewitched, and on the other hand, whether the other party was willing to teach them was another matter, if he was not willing to teach himself, he just took them out.

"That's right."

Dudley picked up a licorice wand, just sniffed the package, silently put it back, and then chose a giant candy next to it.

Ice cream balls.

It is said that when sucking, it can float itself several inches off the ground.

Expertly peel off the icing and put it in your mouth.

The taste is similar to that of ice rats with mint flavor, but it does not make the body feel 'cold'.

"Professor, when are we leaving? If you are apparitioned, you will have to take us with you, and I have not been to that place. ”

Dumbledore picked up a bee candy and put it in his mouth, explaining, "This is a transnational act, and it needs to be approved by the local Ministry of Magic, and it is illegal to enter the country with apparitions." ”

In addition to the United States, where wizards from various countries in Europe have to go through strict screening, wizards from various countries like Europe are not too strict about entering and leaving each other.

The question was that the place they were going to was too sensitive, that person had almost subverted the entire Austrian Ministry of Magic, and it would have been quite a hassle if it had not been authorized.

"Then you should get permission."

Dudley frowned and looked at his feet, waiting for a few moments without any sign of leaving the ground.

What a broken ice cream ball, fake money refund!

It was as if Dumbledore had bought the candy.

Elderly people over 100 years old dare to cheat their money, at least ten times the compensation.

"I have some friendship with the Austrian Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore said with a look of reminiscence, as if time had gone back many years.

Hermione, who was following Dudley, happened to see this scene from Dumbledore's recollection, and the girl's instincts told her that there was a story in it.

"If you don't want another meal at Hogwarts, then we can go now."

Dumbledore said.

"I think we can try Austrian cuisine."

"I've heard that the Wiener schnitzel and Sach cake over there are pretty good."

Since Dudley had said so, and seeing that the others had no opinion, Dumbledore took them with him.

Take the Knight Bus

Directly to the border checkpoint of the Austrian Ministry of Magic.

Since they have taken the official channel, they must also take legal transportation.

When they got out of the car, except for Dudley and Dumbledore, the others didn't seem to be in very good shape.

"Long time no see, Mr. Dumbledore."

Dumbledore was warmly received by officials of the Austrian Ministry of Magic, at least on the surface.

To be honest, they were actually not very happy to know that Dumbledore wanted to meet that person, but the Austrian Ministry of Magic owed Dumbledore a great favor at the beginning, even if their Minister of Magic has changed several times in the past few decades, this favor has to be recognized.

"A week, I'll let you in for a week at most."

Austrian officials were categorical.

"A week is too little time to do anything."

Dumbledore frowned deeply when he heard this: "This is different from what Minister Wilson said before. ”

What can I learn in a week?

At the very least, it needs a vacation time, otherwise it doesn't make any sense at all.

"But that's the limit, Mr. Dumbledore. Minister Wilson has retired, and we have just had a new Minister of Magic, which is his order. ”

"Retired? Wilson is not yet retirement age. ”

"Then I don't know, that level of things is not something I can touch."

The official shrugged his shoulders with his hands outstretched, looking helpless: "That's all I can do." ”

The other party looked like he didn't eat oil and salt, which made Dumbledore's forehead wrinkle and squeeze out the word 'Chuan'.

Just as Dumbledore was struggling, a child walked by and handed a note to the Austrian Ministry of Magic official.

"Here's a letter from you, sir, which another gentleman asked me to give to you."

The official opened the note casually, glanced at it briefly, and instantly changed color.

(End of chapter)