Overturning Hogwarts

A hospital ward in London, England.

"...There were hundreds of people on the other side at that time, and there were only a dozen or so on our side. I showed off my power, and when I fainted, dozens of people fell down on the opposite side..."

A middle-aged man with red hair and a beard was lying on the hospital bed, gesturing excitedly with his hands.

"Dad, you are awesome." The little red-haired girl clapped.

"Dozens of people! Are you sure a coma spell can have such an effect?" the red-haired boy questioned.

"Oh, ahem, I only used a coma spell, but other colleagues from the Ministry of Magic were also idle...Ron, could you please stop interrupting me casually, otherwise you can't listen to me with peace of mind like your sister? What are you talking about? Do you still want this week’s pocket money?”

Ron lowered his head depressedly.

"Dad, what next, what next?" the red-haired little girl urged, shaking the man's arm.

"Then your father was injured by Muggles. Otherwise, why would he be lying in the hospital now?" A middle-aged woman said dissatisfied.

"It was a sneak attack, you know the sneak attack!" the man reacted fiercely, "That Muggle Auror didn't know the virtues of Witchcraft and used a musket to sneak attack me! If it was a head-on duel, I would never be injured."

"Really? I heard that you were injured because you looked at a Muggle woman dancing."

The woman's tone was calm, but the two children had already sensed that the atmosphere was not good, and were walking shyly toward the door.

"Which bastard is spreading rumors? I want to duel with him!"

The man stopped his children who were trying to sneak out. He didn't want to face his wife's anger alone. He hoped that for the sake of his children, he could save some face for himself.

"Ginny, Ron, you know Dad. You can help me judge. Is Dad like that?"

"What's so interesting about women dancing? It's not a Quidditch match." Little Ron wondered.

"Yes, yes, I only like Quidditch."

"Dad, I will also dance for you in the future." Ginny said coquettishly.

"Good girl, dad really doesn't like watching dancing. If you can become a Quidditch player in the future, dad will be really happy." Mr. Weasley looked at his wife secretly and said.

The woman was about to continue saying something when she saw a figure walking in from the door.

"Haha, Arthur, my friend, I'm here to see you." A man wearing a pinstripe suit, a bright red tie, and a dark green bowler hat walked in with an enthusiastic face.

"Minister." Arthur Weasley stood up and said.

"Don't be so formal. We are old friends and this is not the Ministry of Magic." Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, said with a smile.

"How's it going? Is your injury feeling better? I know a very powerful potion master. I can prepare some recovery potions for you if necessary."

"Thank you, I'm much better now." Arthur thanked him.

"Thanks to the medicine Dumbledore sent, otherwise Arthur might still be lying in bed right now." Molly Weasley said.

"Oh, really? Dumbledore...Dumbledore again..." Fudge whispered a few words, then smiled and said to Arthur,

"I should have come to see you earlier, but, you know, your operation caused big trouble. As the current Minister of Magic, I have been cleaning up this mess."

"You may not know that the Daily Prophet reported this matter with embarrassment. Some ignorant wizards were incited and asked the Ministry of Magic to hold them accountable." Fudge looked at the Weasleys and then smiled, "But of course I don't If you do this, who made us friends?"

……

"...I'm sorry that I can't stay longer. I have to meet an important guest. Oh, these two are your children, Arthur. Red hair is the symbol of your Weasley family. What are their names?" Fudge stood up and said.

"Ron and Ginny," Arthur introduced with a smile, "come and say goodbye to Uncle Minister."

……

"He also said he was friends with dad, but he didn't even know our names."

Ginny said dissatisfiedly after Mr. and Mrs. Weasley followed Fudge out.

"Yes, Dumbledore called our names right away and gave us candies." Ron was a little regretful. Why did this uncle come empty-handed?

……

"What did Connelly mean by what he just said? Why is it that you are the one who caused this trouble? You were obviously just on a mission, and you were even injured."

After sending Fudge away, Molly said dissatisfiedly.

Arthur smiled bitterly and said: "He has already said that he will not pursue it, so there is no need to care about this. He is not targeting me, he just wants to get rid of Dumbledore's influence. It's just that many times... I hope he can stick to the bottom line and not do too much. Wrong thing.”

……

On the Chinese mainland, on an unknown mountain.

An old man wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist bun was holding an iron sign up to the sky and studying it over and over.

"Old man, have you figured out what you've been looking at for a long time?" Zhang Rui, who was sweating while straddling a horse next to him, shouted.

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest threw the iron sign on the mat aside, nodded and said, "The iron sign is rusty."

Zhang Rui walked over and picked up the iron sign, sat down on the mat, and said dissatisfied: "You can tell me it's rusty? I've been wearing it for so many years and it's not rusty, and suddenly it's like this. Don't you think it's amazing?" "

"What's so magical about iron oxide? You should read more when you have time."

...As expected of a qigong master who works in a scientific research institution...I have really learned a lot of scientific knowledge.

"Didn't you say that this brand is something left by our ancestors? Our ancestors didn't leave anything behind?"

"There are too many things left by our ancestors. There are dozens of them. This is the least valuable among them. Who can remember what he said."

"Dozens of pieces?"

Zhang Rui jumped up when he heard this and said excitedly: "Okay, old man, how dare you hide your secrets! Give me those dozens of treasures!"

The old Taoist priest said calmly: "In those days, all the old things were smashed and burned. This thing is inconspicuous. It was left behind after it was thrown into the ashes and no one noticed it."

Zhang Rui was discouraged: "That's really a pity. I still want to use some treasures to defend myself."

"If you think it's dangerous, don't go. Life is not very good now."

Zhang Rui had already told the old Taoist priest about his plan to sneak into Hogwarts and learn magic secretly. After all, the two of them depended on each other, and the old Taoist priest was the person he trusted most.

"Seriously, old man, do you really know no magic? If you could fly with a sword, I wouldn't learn how to ride a broom. I always think that would be too easy."

Zhang Rui was riding a bicycle a few days ago, and his lower body hurt after a long time. At least he still had a seat cushion, and the broom was just a wooden stick!

The old Taoist priest thought for a while: "Well, it's time to teach you some real skills."

"Is it really true?" Zhang Rui's eyes shone, "Is it flying with a sword or is it the Five Thunder Method? Can you live forever?"

The old Taoist priest looked at Zhang Rui with disgust: "Are you stupid? If I knew these things, I would almost starve to death? I have shown you the tombs of my ancestors. Do you still believe in immortality?"

"What if you, old man, are going to survive the tribulation in the world of mortals? Don't some gods like to do this?" Zhang Rui smiled awkwardly.

"Hurry up and try to learn it before you leave. What I want to teach you is what Zhuge Wuhou left behind..."

"It's the Eight Formation Diagram! Ouch, why did you hit me?" Zhang Rui covered his head and shouted. Isn't this what Zhuge Liang is most famous for?

"It's Xiao Liuren's divine calculation."

"Fortune teller, what's the use of that?" Zhang Rui said dissatisfied. Although he had to learn fortune telling sooner or later, it was all pretense and deception.

"Which foreign school are you going to this time? It's hard to predict good or bad fortune. After learning this little Liuren, you can predict good and bad luck by just counting with your fingers, and seek advantages and avoid disadvantages." The old Taoist priest said proudly, wiping his beard. It’s really a home trip, murder and arson, a must-have skill!”

"Old man, we have to believe in science!"

"Asshole, learn from me!"