Send someone to remind Voldemort that he realizes that he can use the school board to put pressure on him, and then backhand to take the opportunity to get Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry out of the school board, and finally, use official power and public opinion to thoroughly investigate the property of the pure-blood wizarding family on Voldemort's side, so that the Death Eaters will be shaken internally

Dumbledore's silver brow grew higher and higher, and he suddenly felt that he still had room for improvement in terms of intrigue.

"It's bad luck for Tom to meet you, Amosta--"

After thinking about Amosta's plan in his head, Dumbledore shook his head slightly,

"After Tom gets his mana back, he must be desperate to get back those followers of his old days, and encircle the dark creatures to expand their power, and throwing this plan out at the right time will cause him a lot of trouble, but, Amosta-"

Dumbledore's words changed sharply, and suddenly became serious,

"You should understand that if we do this, it will affect more innocent people, and their lives will inevitably be affected, and it will also destroy the current fabric of the wizarding world."

Amosta's eyelids twitched slightly, surprised by Dumbledore's acuity.

Indeed, this was not only a plan against Voldemort, but also an opportunity to overhaul the social order and production structure of the magical world that had been firmly established.

"There has to be a change—"

Amosta didn't explain too much, and said succinctly.

The cold rain and mist hit his cheeks head-on, making Amosta a little drowsy and suddenly clear, the world outside the castle was still dark, and the night shrouded in clouds swept through the thunder from time to time, but the distance was too far, and after the rumbling thunder crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, the sound that reached the ears was not even as loud as the movement made by the elves who were hiding in the shadows and secretly cleaning the castle.

Tonight, he and Dumbledore had a frank exchange.

Dumbledore did not resist the series of methods he wanted to get Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to divest from the control of the school board, but it was clear that he did not want Amosta to get too deeply involved in the Ministry of Magic, and to use the imminent war to shake the original order of the wizarding world.

In other words, he didn't want Amosta to strike at the pure-blood wizard family on a large scale.

This is to be expected.

Dumbledore's mind was not far behind, he could see the danger of the pure-blood wizarding family's monopoly on the wizarding world, and his response was to stay at Hogwarts and import Muggle-born wizards to the wizarding world in an endless stream of ways to change things.

This method will indeed work, but after a certain point, it will not be effective, because the best and high-end resources in the wizarding world are still in the hands of those pure-blood families. I'm afraid Dumbledore himself could see this, but, because of various factors, he never had the determination to push for change, because it would lead to another bloody war.

But sooner or later, this war will arise, it is better to merge the two battlefields into one and solve the problem at once - this is how Amosta sees it.

Click-

In the distance, like a flash in the pan, a fierce and brilliant thunder lit up the night curtain and then disappeared, this summer, in this extremely tragic way to say goodbye to everyone. Amosta looked at the place where the thunder light had fallen for a long time, and when he looked back, the window of Dumbledore's office still exuded a steady glow, like an everlasting lamp, which would never be extinguished.

"Sleep--"

Amosta pursed her lips and put her hands in her pockets, showing a rare youthful heart, and walked slowly across the covered bridge in the rain towards her dormitory.

The thunder ended, the roar of the explosion and the movement of the air waves pushing the courtyard wall even under the cover of thunder, still woke up the nearby neighbors, and the lights of the bedrooms on the second floor of several houses were turned on in a hurry, and the heavy rain obscured their vision, so that they could not see what was really going on in the crazy old man's house, but the strange silver light that flickered from time to time in the rain curtain still made these Muggles feel terrified.

Muggles invariably pounced on the landlines on their bedside tables and broadcast police calls.

"Oh, God--"

When the four policemen ran down from the police car in the rain, kicked open the tattered subway door and broke into the courtyard with a gun, and saw the courtyard clearly by the light of a flashlight, they suddenly gasped.

"You planted explosives in the garden, didn't you, sir, answer my question!"

A pot-bellied policeman pointed his gun at the floor of the entrance hall, leaning against the wall and panting, and shouted and asked.

"Get out of here, you stupid Muggles!" The deranged old man slammed his staff into the air, as if he could drive away the Muggle cops who had broken into his yard.

"Look at me, my God, I must be dreaming!"

Another policeman grabbed the old man by the sleeve and forced him to look into the courtyard, and then several of them stiffened as if they had been under a petrification spell, still drenched in the rain.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that the lid of the bucket was lifted off, and the garbage can that was spraying garbage in all directions like a machine gun, the crazy old man's cheeks twitched a few times.

"The Ministry of Magic has something to say again!"

The heavy rain blurred the line between night and day, and it was not until noon the next day that the wizards who came and went in and out of this courtyard finally disappeared.

Arthur, who had trimmed the toppled lawn and collapsed courtyard wall, stood in front of the iron door with two large black circles on his face, and waved weakly at Moody, the Mad-Eye.

"Thank you, Arthur!" Still standing in the foyer, Moody yelled in a gruff voice, "I'll take care of your little ones!" ”

Mr. Weasley didn't say anything, just smiled weakly at Moody Blind, and then the apparition shifted away from Mad-Eye's territory. Moody in the foyer didn't close the door immediately, he stared in the direction Mr. Weasley had left, the magic eye in his socket that flashed as blue as lightning frantically.

Bang Bang –

When the door was slammed shut, it was dark as if it were night. Moody limped back to his kitchen, where he stood in front of the extinguished fireplace and pulled out his wand.

After playing with his wand for a while, Moody twisted his wrist and pointed the tip of his wand at the fireplace, and a hot flame ignited the stacked wood in the stove, and then, grabbing a handful of Floo powder from the mantelpiece and throwing it in, waving his wand—

"You've got the trouble in order—"

Call! A phantus of a python's head appeared in the rolling ground flames.

A high-pitched, grim voice came from the fireplace, "What confusion do you have about to execute, or do you feel fear?"

"I just want to make sure you're still up to the plan, aren't you?"

Moody's face was gloomy, and there was obvious resistance in his other normal eye,

"Even if you've seen it, Amosta Bryan isn't what you think he is, and with Dumbledore and Bryan watching, it's hard to get Harry Potter out of Hogwarts--"

"Amosta Blaine has indeed surprised me, and I must admit that it is not something I can do without recovering my body to kill him, but I have explained to you again and again that my plan is perfect, and neither Dumbledore nor Bryan can see through it!"

The voice of the flames was marked with impatience,

"After the stupid things you did at the World Cup, you could expect Dumbledore and Bryan to be more vigilant, but I also tweaked the plan to make the whole plan more flawless

You see, you have to prove your worth to me in order to get my help, it's your luck, Voldemort never gives people a chance easily, and if it weren't for the fact that my faithful servant was seriously injured and needed time to heal, I wouldn't have forgiven me for your assertion at the World Cup! ”

(End of chapter)