Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 335 The Uninvited Guest Before the Dinner Party

Although they saw the return of the original Dark Lord during the live broadcast of the finals of the Trifinals, compared with the projection, the feeling brought by the real person appearing in front of them is completely different.

But if you say how scared you are, that's not the case.

Everything that Grindelwald did has a profound impact on the whole world. The original Dark Lord was not a petty troublemaker like Voldemort.

Only in England, in this country that was shattered by Voldemort, would the word Dark Lord be put on his head. Once he left England, Voldemort's reputation began to decline sharply. At most, he was a little stronger. In France, next to England, people there have even forgotten the dark wizards that ravaged England ten years ago.

At most, when drinking to the fullest, use this to tease the cowardice and uselessness of the neighbors in the wine chat. Although it is their virtue to raise their hands high, there must be no trace of suffering on their lips. Although the Hundred Years War between Britain and France affected even more Most of them are Muggles, but the wizarding world with a slower pace of life and society remembers this for a longer time. Voldemort's credit was indispensible for the surge in the sales of Farahi alcohol at the end of the [-]th century.

But back to Grindelwald, the real Dark Lord who swept across most of the world, the period of his prestige and influence is too long from the present, the story of 50 years ago. Not to mention the little wizards in their teens, even theirs Not many parents have a deep understanding of this. When two generations of 50 years have not really experienced all this in person, time often makes people forget too much.

Grindelwald's deterrence in England is not as vicious as that of Voldemort more than ten years ago.

So even if Grindelwald walks out of Nurmengard, even if there is no news of vindication or justification for him after his comeback, the shock he brings to people is greater than fear, and more people are just surprised by it.

But that's all. If you really want to say something about hatred, only the descendants of the victims can say a few words, but the fear created by Grindelwald was a massive and eye-catching terrorist attack. All of them are individual 'big men', and he did not set off a massacre for no reason that does not need to create value like Voldemort.

The scare brought by the Dark Lord to the students soon passed, because this year's sorting ceremony was much longer than previous years, the little wizards were already hungry, and they could only eat a few snacks on the train, and they all looked forward to a big meal. Delicious dinner.

After Grindelwald was seated, Dumbledore's heart sank when he saw the children's reactions. Although this was within his expectations, it was always better to see it with his own eyes.

Waiting for the applause to subside, the white-bearded grandfather with a smile on his face stood up for the last time, opening his hands as if intending to hug these lovely children.

"Then the nagging is over."

"Please begin."

Dumbledore's cheerful voice paused, and the hands that were originally raised slowly fell to the sides of his body. A cold light of doubt and dissatisfaction flashed behind his half-moon-shaped glasses, which was a bit abrupt. The little wizards couldn't help but follow Dumbledore's gaze.

But there was no one at the gate of the school auditorium, which made them puzzled.

"Boom~boom~boom~"

There was a loud knock on the door, and if the person standing outside was not a giant or a half-giant, then the impertinent interrupter must have drawn his wand, and Hagrid is now sitting on the teacher's bench, so the result is only the second options.

In the wizarding world, it is not only impolite to draw out your wand and come into someone's house, it is like someone knocking on your door with a loaded gun, which is no less than provocation.

But Dumbledore didn't pull out his wand to directly knock down the rude intruder, and expelled him from Hogwarts. As a wizard with first-class strength and reputation, although the old man was displeased, he finally lifted him up. With a finger, Hogwarts's gorgeous and heavy oak door opened silently.

The cold wind from the September night sky blows in through the open door, through the ornate marble steps, and through the second door connecting the auditorium to the foyer.

When looking at the darkness in a place shrouded in lights, the darkness will be deeper than other times. Two figures, one tall and one short, move towards the auditorium from outside the gate. The feeling these two shadows bring is not so pleasant.

The little wizard who had been disturbed from dinner almost stared at them viciously. They were really hungry, and nothing was more important than having dinner.

As the black shadows approached, their footsteps became more and more clear. In this extremely quiet auditorium, one of the sounds, like high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground, was especially ear-piercing at this moment.

There was a kind of overwhelmed moan in the sound of 'click, click, click'. I don't know why this feeling can bring people more disgusting.

But when the light of the candles falling from the ceiling dispelled the night cloaks on the two of them, a murmur spread among the students.

"Why is this guy Fudge here?"

Fudge, who has been emptied of power, has obviously lost the bonus of the Minister's halo. After being stripped of all the fig leaves, he, who has no majesty, will not get the so-called respect, even if it is face-saving. .

In the group of young wizards who are innocent and innocent, this point is even more intensely magnified, especially the young wizards whose parents work in the Ministry of Magic, they understand this more deeply.

"Minister, is there anything important to come to Hogwarts so late?"

There was no enthusiasm in Dumbledore's cold voice. If it wasn't for the Ministry of Magic that was fully taken over by the Knights of the Round Table, he should have replaced Fudge by now. No matter who takes the post of Minister, it will not be worse than Fudge where to go.

The reason why Dumbledore didn't change before was because Dumbledore needed someone who was capable, trustworthy, and consistent with his goals and would not hold back.

But when the Knights of the Round Table sorted out the Ministry of Magic completely and did not need such a capable minister to come to power, what he said had no effect on the situation at all. The only one who could convince the Knights of the Round Table was their king, but it was a pity Dumbledore was not.

"The children have been tired all day. If it's not something urgent, can we talk about it later?"

Although Dumbledore spoke very politely, in Fudge's ears, the voice was extremely harsh.

'What's important?Not something important? '

These echoes played repeatedly in Fudge's ears, even if it was only said once, it seemed to be in an infinite loop.

Fudge, who had already lost power, had no remaining fragile nerves at this moment, and his originally pale face flushed red in an instant, and faintly blackened.

This extremely obvious change made Dumbledore curl his lips unconsciously, and his eyes swept over the Gryffindor table. He had already guessed the reason for some things.

But Ron, who was whispering and laughing happily with his friends, obviously didn't care about it. Dumbledore, who didn't know when he got used to wiping his butt, naturally took the job.

"Of course there are important things, Dumbledore!"

Fudge's voice was unexpectedly loud, which made the little wizards look at him in astonishment.

But Fudge didn't turn his head to meet those gazes, and it's not like he didn't hear the whispers of the little wizards before, but those few words alone made him a little unbearable, the unceremonious words from the children's mouths But there is no tactful twist like an adult, and the meaning is extremely straightforward.

He was afraid that at a glance, most of the courage he had accumulated so hard would be drained, and he would not be able to keep looking at Dumbledore.

"Go ahead, I'm sure kids can take a 5-minute dinner at night, they're solid, good kids."

Fudge gritted his teeth, the time limit of 5 minutes seemed to him to be another straightforward humiliation, but now, he had to bow his head.

"This is a very important time, Dumbledore."

Fudge dug out the previously typed draft from his belly. He spoke quickly and loudly. He changed from the incompetence and panic shown in the past. The rabbit would bite when it was anxious, not to mention that Fudge could be regarded as a fat cat rabbit.

"We all know about the abyss, demons, and that new world, right?"

"So, at this time, I am the Minister of Magic."

He emphasized his title, but was easily interrupted by Dumbledore.

"But minister, haven't you attended the public meeting of the World Federation of Spellcasters seven times in a row? As a minister, you should have attended, but you always have something more important."

Dumbledore's merciless revelation turned Fudge's face from red to livid, and a burst of not-intentional laughter came from the students behind him and beside him.

Even a group of children can understand what Dumbledore said:
'You who have not even participated in such a large-scale meeting that affects the future of the world, what qualifications do you have to talk about the future here now? '

As the heart-piercing whispers became more and more intense, Fudge's livid face also turned pale, but the only stubbornness left in his heart left a blush on his face, but now, on the contrary, he looked normal.

"I have a channel to know the news, I have my own channel, Dumbledore, don't worry about it."

He replied in a calm voice, making the surrounding discussions less unscrupulous.

"I don't want to waste time, so now we can talk about the topic, right?"

Without waiting for Dumbledore to respond, Fudge couldn't wait to continue:
"Since the critical time has come, as the Minister of Magic, I naturally need to focus my responsibilities on the most urgent matters."

After being emptied out, the Ministry of Magic has nothing for him to intervene in, and he can't intervene. Fudge's words can be said to be a rare truth. All his energy is devoted to the current affairs. It is a gamble of fate, whether to enter Azkaban or get out of it intact, or even go to a higher level
He has bet his entire fortune.

"Hogwarts is the most important thing right now."

Fudge seemed a little afraid to look directly at Dumbledore's bright eyes behind his half-moon glasses. He turned around and faced the students behind him, but his eyes were a bit empty, and he was using his unfocused eyes to avoid contact with the students. The direct collision of thousands of pairs of eyes.

"Education is the most important priority nowadays, and nothing can overwhelm the importance of this matter. During this critical period, as the Minister of Magic, I have important things to announce."

Fudge once again emphasized his status as a minister in order to increase the weight of his words. Although he is a waste, the weight brought by this position still has a little weight. After all, it was not long before Fudge was suspended. Students who do not have relatives serving in the Ministry are somewhat in awe of this position.

At any rate, it is nominally equivalent to the prime minister and president of a Muggle country. Some people may disdain it, but most people still hold the most basic awe.

The whispering was suppressed again, which made Fudge feel a little more relaxed.

"I have obtained the authorization from the school board. Most of the school boards believe that in order to ensure the quality of learning and teaching in the future, the Ministry of Magic should send a suitable and capable person to supervise and review the Hogwarts scouts. teaching courses."

"As the Minister of Magic, I am also the one who is obliged to take responsibility for this request."

"You are the hope of England's future and the future of the world. Therefore, as the Minister of Magic and as the father of a child, I will definitely let you get the most correct education."

"Hogwarts is the best wizarding school in Europe. I believe the teachers here are all excellent, but that's just my one-sided belief."

Fudge, who suddenly felt a chill behind his back, almost knelt down on his feet. Grindelwald raised his eyelids and looked at his back at this moment. The gaze from the real Dark Lord even without the collision of eyes brought death. The terrible pressure of the body.

His originally ruddy face suddenly turned pale, and his shoulders trembled slightly, as if a mountain was pressing on it.

But Fudge, who was about to bite his lips to bleed, forced himself to look less unbearable. He took two deep breaths to adjust his state to the end, and those small eyes revealed a trace of resolute ferocity at this moment.

"It's irresponsible to just believe my one-sided words!"

He cheered himself up loudly.

"Some professors need more supervision and more observation, so that the parents of all the students can rest assured, so that the name of Europe's number one magic school will not be shamed!"

He quickly yelled out these words, and at this moment, he looked like a warrior who was about to die heroically, but he was just insulting the word warrior.

Grindelwald looked away, the Dark Lord who once ran rampant in the world was somewhat dismissive of this clumsy performance,

"What I killed back then was a high-ranking moth like you."

This peaceful but piercing voice almost shattered Fudge's few remaining tense nerves. The words were not threatening but definitely threatening drained Fudge's strength, and he could barely hold the arm of the person beside him. , Try not to fall down by yourself.

It took Fudge a while to adjust his mentality. An invisible knife was on his neck, but he had to bite the bullet and speak. At this moment, he was brave, because he was already standing on the edge of the cliff. If you move, you will die without a place to bury you.

"As you can see, Grindelwald." Fudge shook his body again, "I admit that he is a ferocious and terrifying dark wizard. His strength is very strong. He has proved all this, but!"

"But as an important Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, there are uncertainties as to whether he can be a qualified teacher,"

If Fudge, who pissed his pants like a dream and uttered words like a machine gun, can maintain his current state, he will definitely win the championship in talk shows and other competitions. Take Grindelwald as an example, and take the first generation of Dark Lord as an example. Aren't you afraid that the saints will prepare a 'jihad' for him to clean up the garbage in the world?
"As far as I know, Hogwarts was ranked No.40 in the world before, and the current ranking is because Hogwarts' outstanding students won the championship of the three-finals, so they can improve their ranking so quickly. Therefore, the improvement of the ranking lies in the warriors of the three finals."

What Fudge said, who forcibly changed the concept secretly, seemed reasonable at first glance, but it could not withstand scrutiny at all, but it was barely enough as an excuse.

The fact that the students are good does not mean that the teachers must be good. After all, there is no way to talk about talent, but this is a strong argument after all. The school's ranking is not only because of the winner of the Trifinals, but because of the Hogwarts professors. A range of professional qualifications.

Hogwarts, which originally had only one master of potions, suddenly had a bunch of professors with the title of master. Even Hagrid got a master of magical creatures, and he was offered to be half an ancestor in the field of cross-species reproduction. The kind of master, highly recommended by Newt Scamander, certified with a lot of weird creatures that no one has ever seen, and even the ranking of the danger of magical creatures has been revised because of Hagrid.

But Dumbledore didn't make public what only a small number of people knew, and those professors didn't need to boast. They had been masters for many years, and they really didn't pay attention to one or two certificates. They passed the age of showing off.

The words that came out of the mouth of Fudge, a half-understandable person, made the professors behind Dumbledore frown. If Fudge scolded them personally, then maybe they would smile, thinking that someone was disappointed Crazy, but this kind of speech questioning their teaching ability will not give any good face.

They are the professors of Hogwarts, the teachers who teach students, questioning their ability to teach, this is a red line that cannot be touched, people always say that honor is higher than life, and Hogwarts is the reflection of their half-life honor .

But at this moment, Fudge no longer cared about the cold gaze focused behind him. After saying those words, he was completely ready to go all out. Only in this way did he dare to open his mouth to tease Grindelwald and dare to offend everyone. The professor, lost Dumbledore's face.

Using this seemingly high-sounding and legitimate reason as a clumsy cover, he achieved everything he wanted to achieve.

It was also within his expectation to anger the professor here.

"So! To give our children the best possible education!"

After sacrificing everything, Fudge finally dared to look straight ahead and the gazes from all around him. He puffed up his chest, but the first thing he got was the disgust from the students. The children's goodwill and instinct to distinguish between good and bad made them instinctively hate this boastful man, even if he was a minister.

But even so!
"The Ministry of Magic has passed Education Order No. [-]." Fudge's voice became a little tougher, "Under the request of the school board's vote, the Ministry of Magic will send a professional senior investigator to Hogwarts. He will have the same power as the seven-vote decision-making power of the school board, and will come to supervise all matters concerning the operation and teaching of Hogwarts as a representative of the Ministry of Magic."

Hogwarts once obtained a generous teaching fund with the help of the school board. The school board composed of various wealthy pure-blood wizard families brought money and at the same time allowed Hogwarts to be independent of the Ministry of Magic and have Sufficient autonomy.

Although because of Dumbledore, the school's board of trustees was greatly restrained during his tenure, Hogwarts could have no board of trustees, but Dumbledore could not be without it.

But this has become a shackle after all. At least on the bright side, at least in terms of morality and rules, the school board has the final decision on Hogwarts. The appointment and dismissal of the headmaster is actually in their hands, at least they It's just that I don't dare to use it now, but things like today are still within the scope of his intervention.

The great changes in the Ministry of Magic are not just Fudge, the little minister of the Ministry of Magic. The cakes affected by the changes in the chairpersons of all key departments belong to everyone, every member of the wizarding family.

All the energy of the Knights of the Round Table is indeed huge, but it is because of their huge power that this group of pure-blooded nobles who are like loose sand feel threatened enough. , the union has become a matter of course.

In many cases, power and money can be equated. Once all power is lost, the decline of the family will begin from then on.

Just think of it as the struggle of a group of losers.

However, this group of people who rolled desperately together in the rotten mud pond, not wanting to die of thirst, indeed stirred up a lot of mud flying all over the sky, making people sick to the stomach like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Dumbledore didn't frown to show displeasure on his face. Although he was a little unhappy in his heart, these things were not enough to cause him to be in a hurry. He had the ability to directly turn the stage that Fudge set up with great difficulty to the bottom. , but this crude way does not bring any 'benefits'.

He was also an old fox, so he quietly cast his eyes on a not-so-cute little guy.

'Look, what a shitty thing you've done, you just sit on the throne, why don't you refuse? '

"Hehe~" Ron curled his lips and smiled disdainfully, "I am willing, who cares about that stuff." '

'Then I can't help it. ' Dumbledore shrugged pretendingly helpless. 'I can't get in the Ministry of Magic right now, you have to talk to the Knights of the Round Table yourself. '

'What can a buzzing fly do? Hogwarts is deep. Are you so unconfident, headmaster? '

' But the question is, is it not a fly, but an old toad? '

Dumbledore smiled silently and withdrew his gaze, and the eye contact between the two ended there. However, he will have a chance in the future. Ron has a lot of things to help this year besides teaching, but Old Deng is a reasonable person. Don't force others to do what they don't want to do.

"Ha~"

In this silence, Ron's voice was quite eye-catching. After the sneer, he pointed forward, pointing to the shield that Fudge quickly pushed to attract firepower and said:
"It's really a big old toad, colorful."

There was a burst of messy laughter, this straightforward description didn't save any face, and the students who were a little bit upset at first burst into laughter, which was much warmer than the welcome to Fudge just now.

Dolores Umbridge, who had just been loudly introduced her name and position by Fudge, felt as if she had eaten a fly, but a toad should enjoy eating a fly, so she showed a 'sweet and greasy' expression With a smiling face, he opened his big mouth with bright red lipstick, and said in a creepy and delicate voice: "It seems that the professors at Hogwarts didn't teach the students well, right? Disrespectful children need to be disciplined." ,"

"It's a pity that I'm a professor." Ron grinned a piercing smile, so vicious that it could stop a child from crying at night.

"Then it shouldn't be"

"But I'm still an underage child. Why are you being so naive when you're trying to get angry with me? Immature people are not qualified to be a senior investigator."

"very good."

Umbridge still didn't put away his smirk. When facing this kind of thorn, the most fearful thing is to be pulled to the same level, and then the opponent will beat you with rich experience.

Umbridge's retreat made Ron a little disappointed and unhappy, but the future is still long, and he has time to play with the old toad, as long as he doesn't get his hands dirty.

The dinner that was supposed to make people happy was forcibly joined. Although Fudge left Hogwarts temporarily with Dolores Umbridge afterwards, seeing their hurried steps, they must come back The time does not require people to wait long.

Amidst the joyful school song, the little wizards left behind their previous displeasure, and after announcing the end of the dinner, the crowded crowd moved towards the passageway to leave.

"First-year freshmen! And transfer students!"

The voices of the prefects of all grades and the chairpersons of the male and female student unions sounded as usual.

"Hermione, when did you become a prefect?"

Ron, who was a little dazed, tilted his head. Hermione was not led away by him, but said this sentence that Percy often said before to greet the new students.

"Isn't it strange that I'm not a prefect?"

"What about you on the train?"

"Because I want to accompany you." She smiled sweetly, which warmed Ron's heart, "It's fine to have Harry go, in fact, there is nothing to pay attention to, the content is actually the same every year, Percy Told me already."

"That means"

Ron, who immediately figured out the reason, rolled his eyes cunningly, lowered his head and whispered in his ears, "Then I'll wait for you in the prefect's bathroom? Bubble bath is fine."

"Sigh~~~"

"pain"

Ron, who was stepped on the tip of his toe, suddenly had a bitter face, why did this operation become more and more skillful.
"Deserving it."

Hermione shook her hair and turned her face away, and then began to greet the freshmen who had just entered school.

"First-year freshmen and transfer students come with me, don't get separated."

There was a bit of Percy's demeanor in her speech, and she entered the role really fast.

The chaotic team quickly became orderly. After the old students left, the freshman team also set off.

Tonight is a lively night, and so will the future.

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7300 words, there should be another chapter in the early morning, which is regarded as a make-up, but don't wait, read it tomorrow morning

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