The little wizards of the black pressure gathered in front of the huge arch and waited in a line to enter.

They were discussing all sorts of things in twos and threes, and the buzzing noise echoed through the antechamber like a swarm of bees.

Zhang Xiao stood in the Slytherin team, scanning the entire team, many of them bowing their heads and not daring to look at him.

A few others gave him a wry smile, as if to show their attitude.

The original extreme pureblood has been suppressed and can't raise his head, so he can only huddle and shrink.

Now it's like a shot of cardiotonic, not only did he tremble, but a few brainless people actually dared to look at themselves provocatively.

yes, yes.

Zhang Xiao laughed, this Voldemort dared to provoke himself before he came back, and Voldemort came back, they still had to ride on their heads to and pee?

Originally, more than eighty percent of Slytherins wore the badge of the Qingluan Society, but now less than sixty percent.

However, the Slytherins who took off their badges did not side with the extreme purebloods, but joined the neutrals.

Sure enough, riding the wall and watching the direction of the wind is human nature, and it is inevitable.

Zhang Xiao pondered how to give those extreme pure-bloods some color.

But I heard Professor McGonagall shouting:

"MR Zhang, Granger! You two come with me! ”

The lively foyer suddenly became audible, and the little wizards looked at the professor curiously, not knowing what was happening.

However, Zhang Xiao guessed what the professor was looking for them, it should be a time converter.

He stepped out of the crowd to join Hermione.

Professor McGonagall, wearing a pointed lady's wizard hat with square lenses that seemed to glow, nodded slightly at the two young wizards:

"Let's go"

The two accompanied her through the antechamber, up the marble staircase, and down the hallway.

Walking into her office, it was a very simple little room.

It is also the location of the Transfiguration Club, and Zhang Xiao and Hermione are no longer familiar with this place.

There is a warm fire in the fireplace, and the warmth of the whole office makes people feel a kind of sleepy conflict.

Professor McGonagall motioned for the two to sit down. She sat down behind the desk herself, her eyes scanning back and forth over the faces of the two through the square lenses.

After looking at it like this for a while, he pursed his lips and said:

"Mr. Chang, Miss Granger, both of you are excellent students at Hogwarts.

According to the rules, the time converter could only be used by one person.

But Dumbledore said that neither of you was good at pulling down anyone, and that you had proven yourself with your performances in the past.

So, with the special approval of the principal, there are two time turners, one for each person. ”

Hermione's face flushed with excitement, and she pursed her lips as well, clenched her little fists, and nodded vigorously.

The whole person was surging with a burning passion, as if he wanted to prove to Professor McGonagall that he would never fail Dumbledore's expectations.

Zhang Xiao was much calmer, especially after learning the truth about the time-turner from Professor Dumbledore.

Isn't this Naruto's shadow clone technique to learn Dafa?

Professor McGonagall pulled two small boxes out of the table and pushed them over, waiting for Xiaohe and Hermione to reach for them.

But he pressed the box again, and looked at the two of them sternly:

"Remember, this thing is confidential and should never be disclosed to anyone else.

The methods and contraindications of use are all in the box, especially you, Zhang, who have requested a special method of use from Professor Dumbledore.

It's not for the whole course, but for learning the Oriental Method, and to be honest, I don't agree with it.

But I respect your choice.

So—"

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"I want you to make sure that it is not used outside of study."

"We promise!"

Zhang Xiaohe and Hermione said in unison.

Professor McGonagall let go of her hand and nodded slightly:

"Put it to good use."

On the way to the auditorium, Hermione was almost flying with joy, holding the box, bouncing in front of her, lifting the box and turning it in a circle from time to time.

Her long, thick hair was thrown in a large arc as she moved.

"Great, Zhang, this is a time turner, what a great alchemy artifact, travel through time!

God, I couldn't believe it, when Percy told me, I thought he was joking.

Use a time turner to select all the courses?

What a crazy idea! ”

Zhang Xiaole watched the little witch speak incoherently, but remembered Professor Dumbledore's words in her heart:

"Time turner? Ah, a very interesting little prop. ”

"Those harsh words are meant to scare you, so that you can use them where they ought to be."

Uh, and I don't know what Hermione will do if she finds out the truth.

But who cares, breaking a girl's fantasy or something, it's simply the most incomprehensible move in the world.

Zhang Xiao weighed the things in his hand, if he used it well, this semester, it would be the year with the fastest improvement in my strength.

The main thing is that there are no worries this year, and the biggest crisis is Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black.

Solving these two problems, the entire third grade can almost be said to be the quietest and most comfortable school year.

The auditorium was a sea of pointed black hats.

Each long table was filled with students, their faces lit up by thousands of candles suspended in mid-air above the tables.

Professor Flitwick struggled to walk out of the auditorium with an old hat and a three-legged stool.

Zhang Xiao sat next to Malfoy, and said in a whisper:

"The sorting ceremony has just ended, and this time there is one less number of new students than last year, and they are all purebloods.

There's one of them that I think you might need to pay attention to. ”

Zhang Xiao looked at the rostrum at the front, and the huge silver chair in the middle was empty.

His brow furrowed immediately, Dumbledore wasn't there?

Even if this principal is too busy, he will not miss the opening ceremony of the school, what happened?

He pondered, and said casually:

"Who?"

Malfoy glanced at the freshman seat in the distance, and after a pause, he whispered:

"Astoria Greengrass!"

Oh~~~~~~~ isn't this Brother Ma's future daughter-in-law?

Zhang Xiao glanced at the little girl delicately, and then looked at the worried brother.

"It's time to pay attention."

I don't know why, Malfoy always felt that Zhang was laughing at himself.

What's so funny about that?

In the minister's office at the Ministry of Magic, Fudge sat behind his desk and played with his bowler hat.

In front of the desk, a middle-aged British man with a gloomy face was whispering:

"Mr. Minister, the Dementors - they are not satisfied, and are asking us for more food."

"Still not satisfied?" Fudge's round cheeks twitched twice, and he put his top hat aside, and shouted in a low voice:

"You know how much of a risk I took to keep them fed?

It's not that children are the most happy.

Does it take a small amount to satisfy a Dementor?

Why do you say - these damn monsters are not satisfied? ”

The middle-aged man lowered his head and said anxiously:

"Mr. Minister, the Dementors were banished by the Patronus Charm before they could take two bites, and there are three flesh Patronuses on the Hogwarts Express!"

"Impossible! Guardian of the flesh? Three? As if he had heard some joke, Fudge slapped the table in annoyance:

"There are no professors on the Hogwarts Express, you mean there are three young wizards who can use the perfect Patronus Charm?

Ha! How did I not know that the students of Hogwarts were already like this? ”

Fudge smirked sarcastically, his short thick fingers poking the tabletop with a 'knock-knock' sound:

"Last year's. . . In the exam (Ultimate Wizard Exam), less than one-tenth of those who can use the Iron Armor Spell well.

The personnel sent by the ministry had to wake up the students who did not block the unconscious spell in time again and again. ”

He leaned forward, the mockery on his face becoming more and more obvious:

"You say, there are suddenly people among such students who can perfectly use the Guardian Charm of the Higher Spell.

Or three? ”

The middle-aged man became more and more anxious, and even fine sweat appeared on his forehead:

"It's true, Your Excellency."

Fudge waved his hand to stop his subordinate's words, only to feel a pang of annoyance in his heart:

"You go out first!"

The middle-aged man was like a big man, he hurriedly bent down, and just as he walked to the gate, he heard Fudge's cold voice:

"Keep your mouth shut, I think you know how to do it, right?"

The middle-aged man trembled, his face showed a trace of bitterness, but his movements were not slow at all, and he took out his wand.

He pressed it against his temple, closed his eyes and brewed for a while, and slowly pulled out a slender silver silk thread.

The silver silk thread slowly fell in the air, and the middle-aged man looked confused, looking at the silver silk thread that had fallen off his wand.

But as if he had thought of something, he showed a hint of horror, and hurriedly opened the door and left.

Fudge smiled with satisfaction, and with a wave of his wand, he set the silver thread on fire.

Then he took out a bottle of sherry from under the luxurious desk and poured himself a glass.

So what went wrong?

Fudge felt like his chest was on fire, and he couldn't help but pull his neckline open.

The door to the 'Bang Bang Bang' office was suddenly slammed again.

Fudge angrily put away his wine, who was so blind to see that he dared to bang on his office door so hard.

Don't you know the most basic reverence for the Minister of Magic?

"Come in!"

Fudge stared coldly at the door, deciding to give him a dismount when the others came in.

Let him know what politeness is!

The 'squeak' heavy door was pushed open.

Fudge jumped straight out of his chair as if the luxurious Magical Animal Leather Back Chair was on fire.

He stammered:

"Dumbledore, why are you here? Today. Isn't school starting today? ”

Dumbledore wore a very formal wizarding robe, dotted with stars and moons.

This is exactly the kind of robe he likes to wear most in public.

Some have crooked hooked noses with half-moon-shaped glasses.

Dumbledore strode in, and the tall man looked down at Fudge, and said calmly:

"Fudge, I'd like to hear your explanation."

"What do you explain?"

Fudge didn't dare to look Dumbledore in the eye, he felt as if everything he had done was under the eyes of this old man.

"So you don't know what's going on? Or do you not need the consent of your minister to transfer the Dementors now? ”

Dumbledore's azure eyes showed a deep sense of disappointment, but he was still very calm:

"Why did the Dementors surround the Hogwarts Express and also boarded the train.

If it weren't for the professor I had just hired in the car, there were a few young wizards who had learned the Patronus Charm at the end of last semester.

That would most likely cause a tragedy!!

Fudge, this is not what we promised, you promised me, the Dementors will never come near the school, and they will never come near the little wizards! ”

"Isn't there no one hurt?"

Fudge blurted out, and then he gushed out a huge wave of chagrin, damn it, isn't this a self-confession?

Sure enough, Dumbledore's voice rang out again:

"So, you actually know that? Fudge? ”

After the chagrin, a great anger welled up, and Fudge raised his head and stared at Dumbledore, his voice becoming sharp:

"I don't know what you're doing, Dumbledore!

You're questioning the Minister of Magic because there are no casualties, just a small friction, right?

Or did you think you were above the Minister of Magic all along?

Tell you, Dumbledore, I respect you, but you have to respect me too!

I didn't order the Dementors to go to the Hogwarts Express, but I just happened to run into them, and the kind of monsters were already hard to control.

But they're willing to listen to the Ministry of Magic, they're willing to listen to me, you know Dumbledore!

Dementors are some of the most powerful Ministry's most powerful men!

It just happened to happen! ”

Fudge's eyes seemed to be able to breathe fire, and he clenched his fists, the wings of his fat nose stirring.

It was as if it was not a respectable old man in front of him, but some disgusting monster.

The disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes grew thicker, he lowered his head, his stern gaze crossed the lenses, stared at Fudge, and asked softly:

"The driver of the Hogwarts Express told me that he had been ordered by the Ministry of Magic to drive 10 minutes earlier than before.

And it's slightly faster than before. ”

"That's for the safety of the students!" Fudge waved his hands and shouted:

"So it's still my fault?

Who doesn't know that only Hogwarts is the safest place, so I was wrong to have the driver drop the young wizard off school as soon as possible? ”

"That's what you really think?"

Dumbledore took a step forward and approached Fudge:

"As it happens, a large number of Dementors have set out from Azkaban to garrison the far end of Hogwarts.

If the Hogwarts Express departs at the normal time, or not so fast.

They shouldn't have met.

So – Fudge, what do you mean, is this a coincidence?

A complete coincidence? ”

Fudge was tempted to jump up and put his head on Dumbledore and tell him that this is it, what qualifications and rights do you have to question the Minister of Magic.

But the previous conflicts made him a little scared.

Especially the last time Dumbledore openly said to himself that he had the idea of changing the Minister of Magic.

If it weren't for that, as the Minister of Magic, if he wanted to send Dementors on the car to inspect them, why bother to come up with this so-called 'coincidence' to try his best to hide his motives.

Fudge felt annoyed, didn't he just send Dementors to suck some of the little wizards' pleasure, they were so brainless anyway.

I'm always giggling and crazy.,I can't understand how much energy I've spent thinking about for the Ministry of Magic.,For the wizarding world.。

Let the Dementors eat a little without dying, and contribute a little happiness to the Ministry of Magic, that is to contribute to the wizarding world.

Dementors are much better than those little wizards who can't put spells well.

And most importantly - the Dementors only listen to him, the minister!

Thinking of this, Fudge snorted coldly:

"Whatever you think, Dumbledore, I don't need to explain it to you.

There's no need for the Ministry of Magic to ask an old-old headmaster for everything. ”

Dumbledore's blue eyes closed slowly, he didn't want Fudge to see the anger he was bringinging.

The situation was very delicate, and the escaped prisoner of Azkaban was uncharacteristically hiding, and he was sure that Voldemort had joined up with his men.

There's a secret conspiracy going on.

Changing ministers is not an easy task.

If there is a conflict with the Ministry of Magic at this time, it will definitely give Tom's side the best chance.

But this matter must not be counted like this, even if it does not succeed, it must scare Fudge and make him honest.

Dumbledore opened his eyes and nodded at Fudge:

"In the name of Chief Wizengamot, I propose your impeachment, Fudge.

Wait for the hearing. ”

Dumbledore turned to leave.

Only the frightened Cornelius Fudge was left.

The stocky Minister of Magic only felt trembling all over.

He was really impeached, he was actually impeached!

No, I have to do something.

Fudge suddenly remembered an old friend, his eyes fanning, and his face gradually became hideous.

Perhaps, I should do something about it.

By the edge of a fireplace burning brightly.

Umbridge bowed respectfully, and said flatteringly to the monster-like Voldemort on the chaise longue with a fire on it:

"Master, according to my inside source - Dumbledore burst into Fudge's office and the two had a heated argument.

Our plan has been an initial success. ”

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

(End of chapter)