Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 69 The Forgotten Cheap Thing
"That...Professor Dumbledore, if there is nothing wrong, we will go back. You have business here, so I won't waste your time."

Ron, who wanted to go back and try his new ability, quietly took half a step back.

He glanced at his dean, Professor McGonagall habitually pursed his lips, showing no emotion.

"There's no need for extra points. It's just a giant monster. I knocked it down with three or two punches. This kind of trivial matter is nothing. I'm really sorry for worrying you."

"So we withdrew?"

Ron retreated to the little friend's side, gesturing with the back of his hand behind him.

Harry, Neville, and Hermione all showed the harmless and cute smiles of little wizards at this moment. This well-behaved appearance made Dumbledore sigh slightly in his heart.

"Go back." The old man waved his hand.

"But Ron, you stay."

This made a guy who had just breathed a sigh of relief froze, with an embarrassed but polite smile on his face.

"Isn't there nothing wrong with it? If it was dangerous, I wouldn't let Harry and the others come together to observe the rare magical creatures."

He muttered softly, drooping his head and rubbing his toes on the floor. The professor felt a little dizzy when he heard this. Why didn't they find out in advance that there was something wrong with this strange thing among the young wizards?
After realizing Ron's current combat power, the professor who started to change his mind silently adjusted his views on Ron in his heart. Of course, he was not vigilant and defensive. Ron still had a good impression in their hearts. Some minor adjustments to Ron's lessons, after all they are the best teachers and very good at individualizing.

Except for Snape, Snape didn't want to make trouble for Ron, his preference was only for Harry, but after Snape thought about it seriously, he decided not to pick on the orangutan in class. , Let’s not talk about whether you can find it or not, if this brat can’t think about it for a while and die with him, the ghost knows what kind of psychological/physical harm he will suffer.

"Then what do you want me to do, principal? Or a troll?"

Ron, who couldn't read Dumbledore's thoughts a little bit, scratched his hair. Anyway, the matter had come to this point. If it really happened, he would be dead anyway, and he couldn't escape.

"You've dealt with the troll perfectly, haven't you?"

Handing over the task of dealing with the hemiplegic and immobile troll to Snape, Dumbledore kindly took Ron's shoulders and led him back to the principal's office.

"Minister Fudge and I have fallen into a small stalemate. Although the rich life experience has given us more experience and accumulation than you, sometimes we will be blinded by this."

Dumbledore spoke softly, and his lake blue eyes looked at Ron calmly, as if he was whispering to him.

"He's just a kid."

Fudge said to Dumbledore dissatisfied: "These things have nothing to do with him, how can a child understand these things."

"But we've been too late, Connelly."

Although the voice was still so calm, Ron could still hear the boredom in Dumbledore's tone. Dumbledore really didn't like to argue with people from the Ministry of Magic. Although he was good at everything called politics, he now There are more things that need him to study, and the nougat-like Fudge makes the old man a little annoyed.

"How about hearing opinions that don't think the same way we do? Ron's a bright boy."

"Okay, okay" Fudge said compromisingly, it was difficult for him to be tough in front of Dumbledore, but because of his limp character, his toughness was worthy of his status as a minister.

"About Sirius?"

"Then how can I help?"

Anyway, with the two cards of Tong Yan Wuji and Dumbledore in front of him, even if he talks nonsense, these adults can't cause trouble for him, and he, who has watched the keyboard man battle in his previous life, still can't point it out. There is so little confidence.

Dumbledore said something succinctly, and as soon as he finished speaking, Ron stared at Minister Fudge, who was still brainstorming, with an inexplicable expression.

"That's it? That's it?"

"Principal, please bring me a cup of black tea, thank you."

After taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat, he almost understood what Dumbledore meant, Ron looked at Fudge and said to him.

"Since the Ministry of Magic has been able to provide compensation and compensation for money, isn't the rest easy?"

"Minister Fudge, you are also born in a pure-blood family, right? Coincidentally, so am I."

"Although our Weasley family is not rich, and although other pure-blood families have some prejudice against our family, we have to say that our Weasley family has truly inherited the most important qualities that pure-blood families cannot discard."

"Our family has never been proud of being a pure-blooded 28 family, do you know why?"

Without waiting for Fudge's answer, Ron continued.

"The glory of pure blood is not to discriminate against Muggles, nor is it because we have been "superior" wizards for generations. The family inheritance comes from the blood, but the blood can only pass on the physical similarity. The most noble thing about the pure blood family is that The noble spirit that we have passed down from generation to generation.”

"No matter whether we are in trouble or imprisoned, as long as we stick to the original admonition and persistence, the glory of the pure-blood family will not fade."

"However, among the 28 pure-blood companies today, how many of them can still persist?"

"It's like Malfoy, why can't the conflict between our family and the Malfoy family be resolved? It's because they have forgotten the glory of being a family of pure-blood wizards, and only Gallon and their lust for power are left in their eyes. "

"Just like they used to follow the mysterious person, what made them voluntarily sink into the mud, voluntarily degenerate, and voluntarily help the evildoers?"

"For the wealth and power that can never be enough to make their eyes go crazy."

"The Weasley family disdains to associate with this kind of rubbish. Although we are poor, we still hold the banner of that family's glory high."

"Keep humility, treat yourself and others equally; don't be afraid of sacrifice, dare to face death for justice and family; don't fear power, if there is no justice, we will become the law."

"This is the ancestral precepts and guidelines written by the Weasley family in the collection for future generations to remember and abide by."

"The Black family is one of the oldest, wealthiest, and most powerful pure-blood wizard families in the UK. Naturally, what Sirius values ​​most is neither money nor power."

"He is a Gryffindor, and a fire called glory burns in his heart, as flamboyant and brilliant as a lion."

"But he was tortured and wronged in Azkaban for ten years because of an unfair and wrong trial."

"Based on his status, isn't this compensation obvious? What Sirius values ​​is honor, the honor of himself and his friends."

"As Harry's good friend, I would like to make a digression here. Harry doesn't like you putting the halo of the savior and the halo of defeating the mysterious man on his head. He always thinks that it belongs to his parents' glory. .”

"I think the Order of Merlin, First Class, is very appropriate, one for Sirius and the other two for Harry's parents. Sirius must be full of guilt for the death of Harry's parents. The Ministry of Magic did not award Harry's parents at that time. The medal was an extremely wrong decision, they are true heroes, and you didn't leave even the lowest consolation to Harry, nor to their best friend Sirius."

Ron put down his teacup, he had finished what he had to say.

In fact, this is not difficult to think of, but Fudge subconsciously forgot about this, compared to Jin Gallon, compared to power status, this thing called glory is the cheapest thing in his eyes.

Can be icing on the cake, but not worth a penny.

As Ron said, there are very few wizard families who can still stick to the pure-blood creed. There are 28 pure-blood families. They are also called the sacred 28 families. Why are there so many pure-blood families in the magic world? These 28 families?

Regardless of the present, at least in the past, the ancestors of their 28 families must have done something respectable and glorious.

Although Fudge was also born in a family of 28 pure-bloods, his greed for power and obsession with money made him forget that long-standing glory, and he thought about what kind of compensation can make up for Sirius and prevent him from causing trouble to the Ministry of Magic. Naturally, Fudge subconsciously forgot this cheap but expensive compensation.

A word to awaken the dreamer.

There was a shrewd brilliance in Fudge's eyes, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and patted Ron on the shoulder.

"You're right, kid, the Medal of Merlin First Class, that's what they deserve. I have to say, the Ministry of Magic really didn't think about it. This is the glory of heroes!"

Although there are three medals to be awarded, two of them are for the dead. Everything that Harry’s parents have done is worthy of this medal. What a big problem, it's much more cost-effective than the exorbitant price of life money he thought in his heart before. He didn't agree with Dumbledore because of this, but he didn't know that Dumbledore didn't care about it. , It’s all his own wishful thinking and embarrassment.

"He's a hero, Sirius."

Fudge said firmly: "We will definitely make up for the glory that is long overdue, but it belongs to him. I think about it, I think about it. I think it is also possible to be the honorary advisor of the Auror. The Holy Olive of the Ministry of Magic Gold satin badges are as they should be."

Fudge has already listed a large number of breathless honors in his mind. Although these things are somewhat useful and even have some privileges, these things are not of much value to Fudge, but to the Black family. As far as people are concerned, these privileges are not difficult to obtain, after all, they have a mountain of Galleons.

Especially since the Ministry of Magic dared not refuse to give this money and had to give it to him. They knew how powerful this huge sum of over one million Galleons would be.

"Then I will take my leave, Professor Dumbledore, and Minister Fudge."

Ron played with the second-order Rubik's Cube in his hand, and then retreated softly.

Dumbledore saw this little movement, and nodded with a smile: "Go, I will let Fox find you if there is something to do."

(End of this chapter)