Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 348 Only Communication Can Solve Problems!
"I don't think I'll have time to listen to the cauldron's report for now, Richfar." Fudge stood up from behind the desk, his face tensed, and he looked at Dumbledore, looking extraordinarily nervous. "Dumbledore, you just came here without notifying in advance?"

"Time is running out." Dumbledore said quickly, and he walked up to Fudge almost instantly, across the desk from him, looking down at Fudge.This brought great pressure to Fudge, and his hand reached into his pocket, and there was no doubt that he was definitely holding his wand.

But few people have the courage to pull out their wands in front of Dumbledore, and Connery Fudge is obviously not among those 'heroic' people.

"Dumbledore, I need an explanation. Although we are old friends, the regulations of the Ministry of Magic are here." Fudge gritted his teeth, and it was obvious that he had put in a lot of courage.

Dumbledore pulled a chair and sat down, "As you can see, I'm here for Mr. Lestrange. I need the Ministry of Magic to clear up the misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding!?" Fudge shouted exaggeratedly, "He had a fierce fight with at least three elite members, and some were even injured."

"I must emphasize one point, they did it first." Hera said hurriedly, taking off her hood.

Fudge laughed angrily. He pointed at Hera's nose and shouted angrily, "You still have the guts to show up at the Ministry of Magic. I will let the Aurors catch you."

"I'm sorry, Connery, I'm afraid I can't let you do this," said Dumbledore without haste. "I came here for this matter. If you blindly treat Hera as a criminal, I'm afraid we won't be able to reach a reasonable negotiation."

"Why do you need to negotiate? There is no doubt that Lestrange is a criminal, and he is the most vicious and terrifying." Fudge roared furiously, and he jumped up behind the desk.

Dumbledore tapped his fingers on the tabletop, which seemed to calm Fudge down a bit, maybe it was just too exhausting for Fudge, in short, he calmed down quickly, or he stopped making such a fuss.

"Glad to see sanity return to you," Dumbledore said happily.

Fudge sat back in his seat angrily, leaned on his seat, and looked listless, he said listlessly: "Okay, Dumbledore, tell me, how are you going to convince me?"

"I don't think this is a difficult decision." Dumbledore said with a smile. He turned his head to Hera and Richfar, "Hera, I think you must be very interested in the thinning of the crucible. After all, Severus has often complained to me that the frequency of the crucible exploding among young wizards is getting higher and higher. I think you'd better help him figure out the situation."

"But—" Hera paused, then quickly lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "I see, Mr. Richfar, can you tell me about the thinning of the crucible?"

"Of course, Mr. Lestrange, I am very excited to share this important discovery with you. I don't think such a terrible thing has happened in recent years."

Hera followed Richfa quickly to the next-door office. The room here was so soundproof that Hera couldn't hear the conversation between Dumbledore and Fudge at all. Of course, it might be the volume they could control.

"Mr. Lestrange, I think it is very necessary for you to look at this." Richfar handed Hera the roll of parchment that was terribly long in his hand and dragged to the floor.

The moment Hera got it, Hera was almost shocked. The parchment was terribly heavy. God knows how long it was and how much ink was written on it.

Hera almost glanced at the title and put it aside, "Excuse me, Mr. Heilig, can I be quiet for a moment?"

"Sorry, did I do something wrong?" Richfar asked in surprise as he picked up the parchment.

Hera shook her head, "It's not like that, it's just that you know, some unpleasant things happened earlier today, and I'm not in the mood to think about them now—I don't mean to say that the matter with the crucible is not important, it's just that I'm a little restless now."

"Of course, I can understand." Richfa nodded, and then he sat behind the desk and read carefully again.

Hera sat on the sofa, gently rubbing her temples, thinking about how Dumbledore persuaded Fudge. Although Fudge was stupid, he was by no means an easy guy to talk about.

He was stubborn as hell.

"Mr. Lestrange?"

"Well, what happened?"

"I heard that you have done some exciting business in Greece?" Richfa asked cautiously, while looking towards the door unstoppably.

Hera immediately became vigilant. He squinted his eyes and stared at the handle of the sofa, as if he suddenly had a strong interest in this dilapidated sofa.

"Mr. Lestrange?"

"Oh, what's the matter?" Hera pretended to be stupid and asked back.

"I just asked you, you have been doing business in Greece for a while, right?" Richfa continued to ask without giving up, and then he put the parchment on the table in embarrassment, rubbed his hands, and didn't even give Hera any time to answer, and quickly asked, "I don't know if you still do it now?"

"Huh!?" Hera's face was filled with a smile immediately, and she looked at Richfa with a smile, "I don't know what difficult things you have encountered?"

But the vigilance in Hera's heart did not relax in the slightest. He was even more vigilant and guarded against Richfa. God knows what his purpose is! ?

Could it be that he wanted to kill himself in return for messing with his brain last year?
This is just crazy!
"To be honest, I want to ask you to make a Portkey that can lead to the Ministry of Magic." Reachfa said quickly, "You know, I'm German, and I always go home to visit my parents every year during the holidays, but long-distance apparation is too dangerous, and using broomsticks is too tiring. As for flying carpets, you know, it's not legal in England."

Hera nodded, and Richfa's reason was obviously very good. If he hadn't received the order from Dunge, maybe he really believed Richfa's excuse.

"I think I understand your needs." Hera nodded, but soon he pretended to be contemplative: he lowered his head and shook his head from time to time, "Mr. Heilig, you know that the Ministry of Magic has very powerful magic, which is by no means an easy task, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a place here that allows Portkey transmission. After all, this place is full of Aurors."

"I don't think you need to worry about that." Richfar looked very confident. "There is an old courtroom in the Ministry of Magic, which has been abandoned. The corridors there are rarely visited by wizards. I think it will be a good landing point."

"Uh" Hera frowned, he was a little confused about the situation.

He couldn't help but think about it, the foolish witch Dunge was talking about, and Richfa in front of him both wanted a Portkey to the Ministry of Magic.This is by no means a simple matter.

There must be some kind of conspiracy hidden here.

Let's hope Reach Law is simply trying to save time and effort.

"I don't think this is a difficult task for the most famous portkey maker in Greece, right?" Richfa said with a frown, as if he didn't like Hera's performance.

Hera shook her head, "Of course it's not difficult. I guess I'm probably the only one who can make a Portkey that meets your requirements, but why must I be in the Ministry of Magic? I think it's not difficult to apply for a Portkey that can be transferred between London and Germany as the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Magic, right?" Hera stared firmly at Richfa, trying to read something from his expression.

"The Ministry of Magic has been extremely busy recently. Minister Fudge has been busy with Hogwarts matters. Everyone is very busy with Hogwarts. I don't know when the approval will come. I will probably be going home around Christmas, so I have to ask you." Richfar asked in a low voice.

Hera frowned, around Christmas.
What did Dunge say before?

Hera suddenly felt that it was necessary to consult his friends in Germany, whether any of them knew Richfa, and what was this guy from!
Just as Hera and Richfar were in a tug-of-war, the door opened.Dumbledore came from the next office with a smile on his face.

"How is it, Dumbledore?" Hera quickly stood up and asked, "What did the Minister say?"

"He agreed." Dumbledore nodded, with a faint smile on his face, but he always looked worried.

Connery Fudge followed Dumbledore, looking like a plump, poisoned penguin in his dark green coat and pinstriped robes.

"Hera, I'm sorry for the unpleasantness that happened to you before. I think we can work together in the days to come." Fudge smiled hypocritically, and Hera was a little uncomfortable with the hypocrisy.

"Dumbledore, is this—?" Hera asked hesitantly, and Fudge held out his hand, hesitating whether to hold it.

Dumbledore nodded.

Hera stretched out his hand, and Fudge grabbed him almost instantly, and he held it with both hands very hard and shook it up and down.

"I believe that the future of the wizarding world will definitely become better with our joint efforts." Fudge said loudly, he almost compared Hera to the future light of the wizarding world.

"Thank you, but I don't have such great ambitions." Hera withdrew her hand awkwardly.

Fudge just looked at him with a smile, the difference from his previous appearance was too great.

"Okay, it's about time we left, it's getting late." Dumbledore patted Hera's arm and said softly.

They bid farewell to Fudge, and Richfar Heilig said to Hera before they left: "I hope Mr. Lestrange won't forget our discussion about the thinning of the cauldron just now?"

"I will think about it carefully. As for whether it is worthwhile, I think I should consult Professor Snape." Hera responded, and he was not in a hurry to agree. In fact, he had already begun to think about whether to reject Dunge's deal.

Almost soon they were in the resplendent hall, and they used the fireplace, and through the emerald flames, Hera found him back in a familiar place.

"Is this the principal's office?" Hera asked in surprise.

Dumbledore nodded jokingly, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Would you believe me if I said no?"

"You are really amazing, Dumbledore." Hera admired sincerely. "So I'm out of the Ministry of Magic's wanted list now?"

"I think so, as long as you don't do anything illegal again, even Dorelos Umbridge can't do anything to you." Dumbledore said with a smile, he skillfully took out a plate of candy from the drawer, put it on the table, and took the lead in picking up a piece and putting it in his mouth.

"How did you do it?" Hera had been holding back this question all the way, but he kept holding back, because the Ministry of Magic was not a suitable place.Whether it is a question or an answer.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, as if the candy was too sweet, "That's not what you need to care about, I just exchanged some things that Fudge cares about, but they don't actually have any value."

"Okay." Hera said in a low voice. If Fudge reversed his attitude in such a short time, I believe Dumbledore must have paid a lot of price, but as he said before: as long as you don't remove me from the chocolate frog card.

"So, how about we go to the auditorium together, I think it's dinner time now, the students will definitely cheer up a lot." Dumbledore's blue pupils flashed, as if he had already thought of the excited scene of the students.

"But there is one thing I must tell you." Dumbledore said to Hera when Hera turned around. "You can no longer meddle in the affairs of the Defense Association."

"Is this part of the negotiation?" Hera asked stiffly.

Dumbledore nodded emphatically, "This is a very important part."

"I see." After a long silence, Hera said, with his head down, a little frustrated.

Dumbledore stood up and patted Hera on the shoulder, "Don't worry, we'll get Hogwarts back on track. Although it will take some time."

"Well, I believe you, Dumbledore." Hera sighed, followed Dumbledore and walked downstairs.

"Don't you wonder why we can use the Floo network to get back to Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked as he went downstairs.

Hera shrugged and said indifferently: "Is this the principal's prerogative?"

"Obviously." Dumbledore nodded, he seemed to know that this topic was boring, and he fell silent soon.

Fortunately, it took them almost no time to reach the auditorium.

The moment they stepped into the auditorium, the entire auditorium fell silent, and the students stared blankly at Dumbledore at the door—and Hera behind him.

Everyone held their breath, staring at the figure that had worried them all day.

(End of this chapter)