Zhang Xiao said goodbye to everyone, walked out of the corner, squeezed away the worried little wizard who couldn't discuss the marginal conjectures, and came to the side of the Gryffindor students.

"Fred, George!"

The twin brothers, who were lowering their voices to discuss whether to take this opportunity to bring laughter back to everyone (selling tricky props), were startled.

looked back and said in unison:

"Zhang?"

Zhang Xiao stopped the shoulders of the two and took them to another remote corner:

"Man, please do something, borrow me the live map."

The twins showed exactly the same expression of surprise at the same time, their eyebrows raised high, and their eyes widened:

"Zhang, how do you know we have this baby?"

"We never told anyone"

"You don't have to worry about this, lend it to me first, I need it."

The twins glanced at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and sneakily pulled out the folded map from their arms:

"W-you'll use it, right?"

Zhang Xiao put the map away and nodded.

The brothers were even more curious:

"How can you use it? Unless you know"

"Pointed forks? Big feet? Moon face? Worm tail? ”

The reason why I am not in a hurry to see the map is because of this, it is too cumbersome to explain.

If you don't explain, it's okay once or twice, but if you don't explain it, others will be afraid, and you will be afraid of why you will know the secrets that others have hidden well.

If you still want to live a normal life, don't let yourself be too strange and don't detach yourself from other people's perceptions.

"It's a long story, I'm going to get down to business now, but I still need your help.

- Do you know if there is a secret passage in the auditorium to the outside? ”

The two brothers were stunned and showed a tacit confident smile.

Dumbledore stood beside Hagrid, calm as if nothing had happened, except for eyes as deep as the sea that seemed to be brewing a storm.

"Connelly, you mean that the Ministry of Magic has identified Hagrid as the alleged murderer?"

Standing in front of Dumbledore was a very strange-looking man.

He was short, stocky, stocky, with messy gray hair and an anxious look on his face.

Compared to the tall Dumbledore, he was like a dwarf potato.

The clothes on his body were a strange hodgepodge: pinstriped suits, bright red ties, long black cloaks, and purple pointed-toe boots.

Under his arm is a dark green top hat.

It was none other than Cornelius Fudge, the British Minister for Magic.

At this moment, the powerful Minister of Magic did not dare to look Dumbledore in the eyes, but turned his face sideways and stared at Hagrid's large teapot.

"I don't want to, Albus.

But you see. Fudge said unnaturally, "Hagrid's track record is not in his favor."

The Ministry of Magic had to take some action - the school board had been contacted. ”

"Antecedents?" Dumbledore took a step forward and looked down at Fudge, a chill already in his tone.

"We all know what that so-called ex-convict record is, Connelly.

Or is the Ministry just trying to find a scapegoat? ”

Fudge was silent for a moment, he glanced up at Dumbledore with some fear, but his heart was full of anger.

That's it, it's always been that way, Umbridge was right, and the purebloods who were respectful to themselves weren't wrong.

Dumbledore - never put himself in his eyes, never thought of himself as a Minister of Magic!

He changed his approach and turned to Hagrid, who was standing on the sidelines, helpless:

"It's terrible, Hagrid," Fudge said in a heavy tone, "very bad, three attacks, more than forty victims!"

It was all young wizards, and when I got the news, I felt like the sky was falling, and I could even imagine how much of a detrimental effect the news would have on Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic.

Parents will gather to denounce you, me, Albus, and the professor!

He paused, ignoring Dumbledore's increasingly piercing gaze:

"Look at it from my point of view," he said, fiddling with his top hat, "I'm under a lot of pressure.

Something had to be done.

If it turns out that it's not Hagrid, he'll be back. But I had to take him away. Shouldn't I fulfill my own-"

"I don't think I'll allow you to do that."

Dumbledore finally spoke again, and he stood in front of Hagrid:

"As the principal, I can't just let you take the professors from the school!"

Fudge grasped the polite hand and gradually strained it, even trembling slightly, and he finally looked Dumbledore in the eye for the first time.

The wings of his nose fanned, a faint flush appeared on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Dumbledore! I knew—"

"It's a pity, Mr. Dumbledore, I'm afraid you're no longer the Headmaster!"

Lucius strode into Hagrid's cabin, wrapped in a long black travel cloak and a grim smile on his face.

Tooth began to bark wildly.

"You have come, Mr. Honorable Minister" he said with satisfaction "very good, very good"

"What are you doing here?" Hagrid said angrily, "Get out of my house!"

"Believe me, my dear friend, I'm not happy to enter your room—oh—you call it a house?"

Lucius Malfoy looked around the small chamber and sneered.

"I just came to the school to have a look, and I was told the principal was here."

"What did you just say, Lucius?"

Dumbledore asked softly, as if an old man hadn't heard clearly, and politely asked for it again.

"Don't doubt your hearing, Mr. Dumbledore"

Lucius slowly pulled out a long roll of parchment.

"The board felt it was time to let you go.

It's a recall order – you'll see twelve directors all sign it.

We don't think you're using your talents.

How many attacks have occurred so far? How many little wizards have been hurt already? ”

Fudge didn't say a word, as if he didn't exist.

Hagrid jerked to his feet, his furry, black head brushing against the ceiling.

"How many people did you threaten and blackmail to get them to agree, well, Malfoy?"

"Threats? Extort? Stress? Lucius sneered:

"I'll tell you the truth, we've given Dumbledore a chance, but we haven't seen any effective measures come out, and even today, we've been trying to give Mr. Dumbledore a chance.

It was only when the news came that forty young wizards had been attacked—and even the children of the school director's family.

All the directors signed it right away, so."

Lucius's face became more and more gloomy, and his voice was cold and scary:

"It's your favorite headmaster who doesn't fight for it, understand? Silly-big-one? ”

"You can't take Dumbledore!" Hagrid shouted, causing the Great Hound to tremble and whine in the basket.

"I'm afraid that's not up to you!"

Lucius lightly dropped a sentence, turned to Fudge, and bowed slightly:

"Looks like you've made a decision before?"

Fudge finally stepped forward at this moment, and he seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation with Dumbledore:

"Take Rubeus Hagrid away!"

The two Aurors immediately stepped forward and tried to lock him up, but Dumbledore stopped them, and the Aurors drew their wands, and although they were afraid, they still pointed at him:

"It's none of your business, Professor Dumbledore, please don't get in the way of our official business!"

"Kingsley" Dumbledore looked at the face of the Auror in front of him, and the anger in his eyes softened a little.

"Duty, Professor!"

"What's the duty?" Dumbledore closed his eyes, but a sentence suddenly came to mind:

"What should you do if those who are weaker than you but who try to do evil use the rules they have set to persecute you?"

The boy stood in front of him and said in a loud voice:

"The strong need to be restrained, but it is definitely not a rule made by a chaotic ruler, there should be self-restraint, and set a bottom line and code of conduct for yourself."

A palpitating feeling of terror slowly spread from Dumbledore's body.

It was like sitting in a small boat and watching the storm in the distance slowly approach.

It's even suffocating, except for Hagrid, everyone is like their hearts are being grabbed hard, pinched and flattened little by little.

Cold sweat soaked the clothes on his back almost instantaneously.

Fudge groaned, and said in a voice of fear that was almost pleading:

"Albus! Do you want to- do you want to destroy the authority of the Ministry of Magic? Destroy the order? ”

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

(End of chapter)