Connelly Fudge gave an inappropriate speech on "Why Purebloods Are Great, Half-Bloods Deserve to Die" when he suddenly got stuck and fled in embarrassment amid popular protests. ”

"The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, claims to be under the control of the Imperius Curse!"

The Department of Magical Safety insisted that there was nothing wrong with the Minister's security work, and said it was an insult to his job.

'At least he (Fudge) wasn't under the Imperius Curse a long time ago, we just maintained the 'Waterfall', you know, that thing works wonders for the Imperius Curse'

An employee of the Department of Magical Security, who did not want to be named, said this in an interview with this newspaper. ”

"The Fudge era is coming to an end, what is the future of the Ministry of Magic?"

The big headline took up almost half of the newspaper's page, and in the huge photo, Fudge looked at the camera in frustration and haggardness, compared to the small man with a ruddy and round face before.

He looked almost a decade old now, but no one sympathized with him, and everyone thought he should immediately get out of his position as Minister of Magic.

Zhang Xiao shook the newspaper and put it aside, picked up the black tea in the sideboard, and took a sip gently.

The color of the tea soup is dark, the entrance is mellow, with a slight bitterness.

Leaning back slightly, the velvet backrest was soft and comfortable, the sunlight shone through the high flower window on the patterned floor in the foyer, and the washed shirt had a fresh soapy fragrance.

The white shirt set off the boy's shape, and the pillar of sunlight under the Tyndall effect crossed his body, half light and half dark.

This look looks like a beautiful landscape painting, and the little wizards who occasionally pass by are not willing to spoil this leisurely and tranquil atmosphere, and subconsciously relax their steps.

Zhang Xiao held the tea, her eyes were empty, she was stunned, and occasionally picked up the teacup and took a sip slightly.

It's been almost a week since the last Hogsmeade-Chapel incident.

That event changed a lot of people and changed a lot of things.

Harry had become reticent, often sitting alone, not knowing what he was thinking, but he was almost desperate in the club's training.

Ron didn't know how to comfort his friend, he had to do what a good friend should do - train with Harry, and surprisingly, Ron accompanied Harry's lifeless training.

Even if he was tired and sweaty, even if he was usually a lazy man, when Harry needed him most.

Ron didn't drop the chain.

Hermione became more and more crazy in her studies, and after discussing it with Zhang Xiao, the little witch also decisively stopped her dream of taking 12 o's, she pursed her lips, holding a thick book, and there was only firmness in her bright eyes.

"I found that 12 o's was useless, and I felt that I should spend more time learning more about what I didn't know about it, Zhang, I can't imagine what would have happened in the dungeon if I hadn't recognized the goblin motto at the time."

Hermione's voice trembled slightly, "I calculated that Neville wouldn't last long, he would be killed, then Justin, and then the little wizards.

Professor McGonagall: They're coming soon, but by the time they do, we'll probably be dead!

A dozen of our classmates could have been killed and thrown into that terrible cauldron."

Zhang Xiao was speechless, he didn't have that kind of 'I'm not strong enough, as long as I'm strong enough, I can reverse everything!' 's slightly secondary mentality.

Dumbledore is strong enough, right? Isn't it a bunch of regrets? Even the images on the Mirror of Eris are richer than others.

The Heavenly Master is strong enough, right? I heard my dad say that I didn't read it every day, 'It's true to things, it's really always possible.' It should always be quiet, and it should always be quiet. 'Stillness but not?' Didn't he want to save the Daomen disciples in the Battle of Yaqi?

Voldemort is strong enough, right? Seeking to live but not being able to, seeking death but not being willing, nondescript, not human or ghost, thousands of potions and all kinds of magic just ask if you can live forever, in the end it is not an empty thing?

Strong is originally a false proposition.

Not only the three of them, but the other people's training attitude was also completely different from before, Cedric put away all his beloved figures, and as long as he had time, he would definitely pick up his wand to train his movements.

In addition to training with everyone, Zhang Xiao also found that he was secretly practicing marksmanship on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and if it weren't for the magic, his wrists would have been swollen and he couldn't lift his chopsticks.

As a result, Madam Pomfrey began to complain about why Malfoy always 'accidentally' hurt his wrist.

Neville had become one of the most popular people in the school, and his presence was firmly imprinted in everyone's minds that night like a hero.

No, he's a hero.

Many little wizards didn't know where to learn a set, and shouted after him, saying that they wanted to learn both hands.

In desperation, Neville began teaching Tai Chi in the open – the kind of fitness tai chi that grandparents in the park often did.

Whenever there was a group lesson, there would be a group of young wizards in the square wearing wizard robes and punching strangely, with solemn faces and extremely serious.

Zhang Xiao thought it was funny before, but suddenly remembered the unreasonable incident of 'Little Brother Ma's haircut in the first month'.

God knows what strange things this group of little wizards can toss out under the power of idealism, maybe it's an AT force field?

"Zhang, what are you doing here?"

Malfoy walked over, with exhaustion on his face, Zhang Xiao sniffed his nose, a pungent smell of gunsmoke, needless to say, Brother Pony went to practice marksmanship again.

"It's nothing, it's just a daze." Zhang Xiao hooked her fingers, and the armchair not far away swiped lightly, landing right in front of Malfoy.

The teapot jumped up, the clear line of water slanting down the spout, and Malfoy thanked him, picking up the teacup and drinking it down.

"By the way, Zhang—" Malfoy sighed comfortably and gathered himself in his chair, "Did you hear that, Fudge is stepping down." ”

"Fudge stepped down? So fast? I thought he would struggle a little longer. ”

Zhang Xiao shrugged indifferently.

The kidnapping of the young wizard and the return of Voldemort are two explosive news that pierce the most sensitive hearts of all wizards.

Even though Fudge desperately denied the authenticity of Voldemort's return, and said that it was just a trick by Dumbledore to try to steal power.

But the angry parents didn't listen to Fudge's explanation, and as Fudge gradually lost ground, more problems broke out little by little.

For example, the circus revealed that the Death Eaters had come with Fudge's letter of introduction, and the Department of Magical Transportation revealed that there had been an illegal fireplace connected to Floo.com, but Fudge ordered to ignore it.

"So who's the new minister?"

Zhang Xiao picked up the teapot and poured another cup for the pony, and Malfoy tapped it lightly on the table three times with his index and middle fingers, and then exhaled and said solemnly:

"Barty Crouch!"

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

Came back too late

Woe is not a single line, November is all bad luck. It's too back, and it was stuck when applying for a license, which means that the store may not be able to open, and all the investment is wasted.

(End of chapter)