Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 226 The game is suspended?victory?
The golden light shone in the rain, and the translucent wings kept trembling...

After avoiding a Bludger that nearly hit him, Harry was close to the Snitch circling ahead.

As for the rest of the Slytherins, they were firmly stopped by George Weasley.
"The score was completely overtaken... I don't know what Slytherin is thinking, but now..."

"Gryffindor is now leading by 80:60,...God! Look at how the broom in that George's hand sprints...its instant speed...is more than twice as fast as all the broomsticks on the market, including the light wheel 2001 in Slytherin's hand...I can't see clearly..."

"It's just...it seems that this broom is too fast to control...George Weasley almost hit the stands just now!"

Lee Jordan was obviously attracted by the broom in George's hand, and the three sentences were inseparable from this topic.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall suppressed his voice, and a dissatisfied voice came from the microphone.

Harry kept accelerating, and Malfoy next to him also accelerated, and his speed was slightly higher.

At this time, other Gryffindor players and Mrs. Hooch had already rushed to the playing field here, and George Weasley could not provide additional help to Harry.

The good news was that the other Slytherins couldn't blatantly foul him anymore.

Everyone's attention was focused on the golden flying ball.

Harry charged down again, the golden snitch was shining half a meter above the ground, dangling back and forth.

Malfoy saw it too, and immediately followed him.

The two rushed towards the ground at full speed, neither of them would slow down.

There's a race against the clock to catch the Snitch first, and it's almost there—and—

……

In one of the stands where people have lost their interest in watching the game, there are bigger melons exploding.

All the reporters were 'waiting' and waiting for Lucius to pounce on Arthur Weasley for a 'duel'.

If we do it, today...no, this week, there will be headlines on the front page.

"Arthur Weasley!"

"Look at the good things your son has done..."

Lucius knew he couldn't do anything to those reporters.

He stared coldly at Weasley, and under the worried and weird gaze of Narcissa Malfoy next to him, he waved his wand and summoned a black top hat, which he put on his 'poor' hair.

Lucius originally planned to find a professor to deal with the Weasley boy, but he didn't expect that there were no other Hogwarts professors present in this stand except Gilderoy Lockhart.

(The last time Fudge came to deal with the [Halloween 'Giant Rafflesia'] incident, as well as David Goodman's inquiries to the professors during this period-cause the relationship between the Hogwarts professors and the Ministry of Magic is very tense,
As for Dumbledore, there were other important matters. Fudge knew that he was born in the Ministry of Magic in London. )
And as the only Hogwarts professor Gilderoy Lockhart in this stand, that guy was covering his head and brain because his hair was scorched, and was about to run away while the reporters were not paying attention to him.

——It seems unreliable, and it seems that there is no way to punish the little wizard with any severe punishment.

So now Lucius could only and had to glare at Arthur Weasley.

Cornelius Fudge next to him has already put on a black and silver-rimmed wizard's pointed hat (used to cover his head).

David Goodman wanted to pull the reporters aside and negotiate terms to see if they could exchange the negatives in their hands.

In the stands, there was a lot of noise, pushing and shouting, and the chaos continued.

"Fudge!"

Suddenly a shout came from a distance, followed by a flash of fire, followed by an ethereal and melodious song, Phoenix Fawkes suddenly circled and danced in front of everyone.

Then, Dumbledore with a silver beard, a purple robe, and a round red-purple wizard hat suddenly appeared on the viewing platform.

Unlike usual,
He has a serious face, and it can even be said that his expression is extremely severe. At the same time, his complexion looks particularly old and tired.

But even when Dumbledore walked in front of the crowd, the reporters still clung to Cornelius Fudge.

Lucius Malfoy rushed forward angrily and said to Dumbledore, "Just right! Albus Dumbledore... look at the good students Hogwarts has taught... what they are doing..."

"Calm down, Lucius...it's just a little thing!"

"A small matter!?... Is this a small matter?" Lucius Malfoy even broke his voice angrily, his voice was hoarse, and he stared at Dumbledore with red eyes.

Dumbledore shook his head, ignoring Lucius.

"Everyone, be quiet, I have something to discuss with Minister Fudge."

He cast a spell, and his soft voice echoed over the stands, sounding a little urgent.

"Albus you... you weren't in London with Nicole Flamel on that giant..." Fudge muttered (no one heard) with disbelief in his eyes.

Cornelius Fudge wasn't with Nicole Flamel... because the immortal, very famous wizard didn't like journalists and Ministry officials at all.

And only Dumbledore is the wizard he trusts, otherwise the most famous and possibly the most powerful alchemist in the world would not go back to the Ministry of Magic to dissect and study the wreckage left by the [Giant Rafflesia].

Otherwise, Fudge wouldn't have invited so many journalists here to watch the game, and in the end it wouldn't have...caused the current embarrassing situation for him.

Hearing Dumbledore's voice,
Some of the reporters went quiet, but some didn't care, they just wanted to make a big story, like some lady like a poodle...

— Rita Skeeter.

"Minister Fudge... This new image of yours will be the cover of the front page of [Daily Prophet] tomorrow, can you say a few words..."

Rita Skeeter excitedly snatched the camera from a small man next to her, then waved it...as if showing off her booty, and asked Cornelius Fudge loudly.

David Goodman shouted repeatedly, wanting to get the 'indecent' photos (negatives) of Fudge from other reporters.

It was chaos again.

Dumbledore frowned, with a rare impatience on his face... even a little angry.

Under his half-moon-shaped lenses, a cold light flickered, and when he saw that no one was paying attention to him.

With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, the cameras in the hands of all the reporters came out one after another. They gathered in a pile in mid-air, spun continuously, and finally landed in the corner between the edge of the stands and the entrance and exit of the stairs.

"Dumbledore, what do you mean..."

Rita Skeeter asked loudly 'angrily', but everyone could see the deep excitement from her.

She took the cowhide notebook, opened another page, and the automatic quill was ready to go.

Depending on the situation, no matter what Dumbledore said or did next, he could not stop this guy from turning black and white and making a big fuss about what happened.

For a moment, everyone's attention was diverted from that hair. As for the Quidditch match and Lucius' previous questioning... no one cared anymore.

They, even Fudge, wanted to see how Dumbledore would react.

perhaps……

It's because Dumbledore hasn't fought anyone for too long.

Everyone thought that everyone in front of him was just an old guy, but they forgot that he was... or is still one of the most powerful wizards in the world until now.

Dumbledore's expression was so stern, there was no kind smile, no gentleness behind the glasses.

Every wrinkle on that old face was filled with cold impatience.

Some people have realized that something is wrong. …For example, Lucius, a guy who is good at identifying the 'wind direction', took Narcissa and hid behind the crowd repeatedly. It seemed that he didn't care that his hairstyle was damaged at all.

A force began to radiate from around Albus Dumbledore, the damp and cold air was driven away, and the temperature gradually increased.

Even a wizard can feel the pure majestic and turbulent magic power in him.

It almost distorted the surrounding light, and the wizards present could almost see Dumbledore as if glowing.

Dumbledore stared at Rita Skeeter coldly, but he didn't pay attention to this woman as usual, saying hello and exchanging a few words.

His eyes flicked past her like a bug, to Cornelius Fudge, and the other Ministry executives who were here.

Rita Skeeter was chattering her teeth, trying to speak, but unable to speak, her face stiff and trembling.

No one had seen, or said they had forgotten, this side of Dumbledore.

A wizard who is almost at the top of the wizarding world does not rely on a few witty jokes and amiability.

In this slightly barbaric magical world,
— Strength is the only criterion for testing status.

Dumbledore's illustrious reputation was earned by typing, not by touting it with a reporter's pen.

Bloody plots in the dark, battles and killings, and ruthless calculations are simply imagined by a sentence or two in the newspaper.

—that would be much crueler.

"Connelly! Look at you, haven't you received the news yet?"

When people are silent,
Dumbledore seemed to understand something, he said something softly.

- It's confusing.

At this time, there was a loud cracking sound in the air, and then a golden ring on Fudge's hand burst into red flames...

Then suddenly a house-elf jumped out of mid-air.

After it stood firmly, it stared at its two big eyes like tennis balls, and its long and pointed nose trembled slightly.

It's just that this guy doesn't cringe like a normal elf at all.It looked indifferently at the wizards around it

Even... snapped his fingers.

— with a snap.

All sounds are lost from people's ears.

It handed Fudge a rolled-up parchment envelope stamped with red inkpad of the Ministry of Magic crest, ... or rather the wizard with the golden ring.

This alien-looking house-elf seemed to only recognize the golden ring.

It opened its mouth to say something to Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic.

Fudge immediately touched the inkpad with the golden ring, the red inkpad melted away, and then opened the parchment envelope.

After a quick glance, his expression changed drastically.

Cornelius Fudge's face was so ugly that it could be wiped out at that moment.

Then he took out his wand, which turned into a long quill, and signed the parchment letter... With a flash of fire, the envelope became two pairs.

After receiving another envelope, the house elf snapped his fingers again after confirmation.

disappear into thin air,

In the end, everything recovered, and the noisy and noisy voices on the field reappeared in people's ears.

"Everyone, please leave irrelevant personnel!" After Cornelius Fudge gave Goodman a wink, his most capable assistant said.

He started to drive away wizards who weren't Ministry of Magic employees.

The reporters, as well as the parents of other little wizards showed curiosity on their faces.

Depending on the situation... This matter can even be said to be more serious than Fudge's bald front and back.

The Minister for Magic, Fudge, doesn't even do the slightest bit of cover-up... that's...

—Something must have happened!
The wizards present were somewhat uneasy.

They looked at the indifferent faces of Dumbledore, Minister of Magic Fudge and others, and some of them left hurriedly with interest (Narcissa and Mrs. Weasley were also among them), while some...such as Rita Skeeter, Lucius Malfoy, were completely unmoved, stood where they were, and refused to leave.

Some reporters also stopped when they saw this scene, learning and doing well.

Dumbledore didn't say much when he saw this.

—he flicked his wand lightly.

"Ah!—Dumbledore, what do you want!"

Rita Skeeter screamed and cursed... and the other reporters who stayed behind were instantly pulled up by an irresistible force and thrown into the air through the entrance and exit in the corridor over there.

——The wand waved again, and with the rumbling sound, the planks continued to deform, grow, overlap, and close together completely.

Completely block the entrance.

The entire stand has become a closed space.

At this time, only Lucius, a non-staff member who does not belong to the Ministry of Magic, was still standing there, and even his wife Narcissa was kicked out.

(Arthur Weasley, who had just pissed everyone off, was left confused, and Mrs. Weasley was also separated.)
Cornelius Fudge's scrutinizing eyes kept scanning Lucius, his eyes full of wariness and suspicion.

I can't see a bit of vendetta that was just revealed.

Lucius finally felt something was wrong at this moment, he was a little scared.

Dumbledore coughed and said, "Anyway, Mr. Lucius will find out through his own channels in a while... There is no need to hide it from him, and I still need his cooperation to issue martial law at Hogwarts through the school board!"

Fudge thought for a while, nodded, stopped talking, and silently opened the copied sheepskin letter, and showed it to everyone.

As for Dumbledore, he pointed his wand at his throat and said, "The voice is loud!"

Then his words resounded like thunder throughout the packed gymnasium, echoing in every corner, stunned every teacher and student immersed in this fierce competition.

"I,...Albus Dumbledore...on behalf of the Headmaster of Hogwarts...declare..."

"This Quidditch match... will end immediately from now on..."

"Say it again... from now on, this Quidditch match will end immediately..."

"All the Aurors of the school come to the stand where Minister Fudge is at once..."

"Irrelevant people in the school, please gather in the hall auditorium..."

"Prefect, immediately lead the students of your college to the dormitory in an orderly manner..."

"..."

……

When Dumbledore's voice first began to fill the stadium, it distracted the two (Harry and Malfoy) who were chasing the Snitch.

Malfoy paused for a moment.

But Harry didn't stop thinking, he stretched out his hand vigorously, and at the moment Malfoy was stupefied, he took the first step and successfully closed his fingers on the jumping ball.

—Harry he caught the golden snitch,
He won the game for Gryffindor!
But at this time Dumbledore announced——

The game ended immediately, and all personnel immediately evacuated the remarks.

"School staff maintain order, and you have the right to use coercive means... to maintain order when necessary..." Dumbledore's voice was like a bell, revealing signs of uneasiness.

Let everyone feel the severity of the matter.

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Snape..."

And at this time, an accident interrupted...or it was expected that a louder voice interrupted Dumbledore's order.

"Harry Potter has already got the Golden Snitch first... I declare that Gryffindor has won this match! Gryffindor Wan..."

"Ah!—Ah!"

Jordan's voice came from the microphone.

—Of course there is no one else.

Finally, there was a dragging sound from the microphone (you can imagine how angry Professor McGonagall was), and then the microphone sound suddenly cut off.

You don't need to think about it later, you can know what happened to this man who seeks benevolence and deeds benevolence.

After Dumbledore was interrupted, he was obviously taken aback, and then continued to announce the order with some hesitation.

"Forehead……"

"Um……"

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Snape, Professor Sprout... also came to the stand where Minister Fudge was, and the rest of the professors maintained order in the auditorium... accompanied by other people outside the school..."

(End of this chapter)