Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

After returning to the Byron Hotel and warning Lupin, Dumbledore hurriedly left London.

Soon, the British Ministry of Magic received an official letter from the Wizengamot regarding the transfer of all evidence, witnesses and investigative powers of the Yorkshire Massacre.

Fudge and officials from the British Muggle government were even meeting in a conference room when the letter was received.

"Sorry, there's nothing I can do about this."

Fudge stared at the letter for a while, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

This made the Muggle government officials very surprised. They couldn't understand why the legal and political systems of the wizarding world were so chaotic. A number one figure who had bypassed the Grand Court could directly bypass the country's centralized military, political and legal system and intervene directly. A case——

In their eyes, the British Ministry of Magic is the government of the wizarding community in the UK, and the Auror Office is the military force of this government.

This bizarre model in which an international joint organization can directly intervene in the internal affairs of a certain political body leaves Muggle government officials at a loss as to what to do, which is inconceivable to them.

They have never been the only ones to intervene...

Several officials looked at each other, unable to conceal the shock in their eyes. The only lady among them could not help but ask a question.

"The Wizengamot was established earlier than the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic in all countries depends on its help. This is a rule of the wizarding world."

The Muggle officials were silent.They still cannot accept this strange political structure.

"Sir Connelly, is there anything similar to the Wizengamot -" the female official opened her palms and gestured to the number "5" "The Ministry of Magic? Maybe we can use their veto power -"

Fudge didn't know much about the Muggle world, so he didn't understand what the female official meant, but he probably understood the method she proposed.

"Maybe we can try. I am also a member of the Wizengamot Tribunal. I have the right to participate in this case."

Fudge looked solemn and said with dignity.

"I will contact other members of the Inquisition and tell them all the details of this case. We will not let an evil dark wizard with blood on his hands easily escape the punishment of the law."

"It is a must. Mr. Connelly." The colleague next to the female official reminded.

"Yes, it is a must." Fudge repeated his words without hesitation, and then looked at the female official.

"In this case, maybe the Muggle government needs to provide me with some conveniences, which will help me contact other members of Congress faster."

"Of course, of course, no problem. That's what we'd like to see."

The female official stood up and nodded.

"Yes, we need to get to the bottom of the case as soon as possible and give the public an explanation. This is why we are sitting here and working together."

Several other officials stood up and agreed.

Several people shook hands with Fudge one by one in a reserved and dignified manner, then said goodbye and left.

The entire meeting was a joyful one for both host and guest, and everyone got what they wanted. Although it was a little rough at the beginning, the result was good.

…………

Alexis didn't wait for Sirius Black, which made him a little anxious.

After class, Alexis took out a big brick the size of a brick from his trench coat pocket and hit Dumbledore with it.

When he came back from his trip last year, both Dumbledore and Grindelwald complained vaguely about their worries about being able to see him only once a year, so he bought Muggle-made mobile phones and gave them to them respectively, and taught them Used - at least he thought the church did.

But this phone has never been used.

Alexis dialed the number, but there was no answer on the other end.

He put away the phone in frustration.

This feeling of knowing nothing about the outside world and having to wait passively made him more and more anxious.

Fortunately, today's newspaper has been placed on his desk, and now the newspaper has become his only information channel to learn about Lupine and Black.

Although he knew that nothing valuable would be published in the newspaper, Alexis unfolded the newspaper and read it patiently.

However, he soon realized that he was wrong.

The Wizengamot Supreme Court actually intervened in the Yorkshire Massacre! ! !

The Daily Prophet's front page headline was a meeting scene shot from a subtle angle.

In the picture, Dumbledore looks around and leaves with Lupine after announcing that he will take over the case as the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot.

He looks like an old lion surrounded by wolves.

Alexis actually felt a bit of Dumbledore's aura from the picture.

Newspapers extensively reported on the meeting and its final outcome. Although Dumbledore announced that the case would be taken over by the Wizengamot Supreme Tribunal, Minister Fudge did not seem to give up.

The newspaper said that Minister Fudge would join other lawmakers in private to provide a more comprehensive explanation of the case.It seems to be intended to influence the decisions of MPs.

The whole matter was exaggerated by the "Daily Prophet" and cast a shadow. The newspaper finally mentioned meaningfully

"Is it right or wrong to use personal prestige to influence a tragic massacre?"

I don’t know if I’m talking about Dumbledore or Cornelius Fudge.

Alexis flipped through the newspaper again. Today's paper was so dominated by the meeting that Sirius Black failed to get even a tiny bit of space.

Putting down the newspaper, Alexis took out the letter paper, soaked the quill with ink, and wrote a letter for Horn to take out of the campus.

"Go, find Mundungus Fletcher, and keep an eye on him until he promises to help find out about the Wizengamot."

Horn flapped his wings gently, opened the wooden box and had a meal, then spread his wings and flew away.

Horn crossed mountains, skimmed over plains, and passed winding rivers before finally landing on a magical black market stall in northern France.

The stall owner was a short, fat wizard with an unshaven beard, two short bow legs, long and messy ginger hair, and a pair of swollen and bloodshot eyes.He had a cigarette in his mouth, and his body smelled strongly of tobacco and alcohol.Like a rag that fell into the corner of the kitchen.

Seeing Horn, the stall owner's expression changed. After throwing away half of his cigarette, he hurriedly cleaned up the stall, not even paying attention to the customers who stopped to inquire.

Horn tilted his head and looked at this familiar guy, then slowly spread his wings to follow.

Mundungus turned into a remote alley and looked back as he trotted.

Goo goo goo!

Just when he slowed down and thought he had gotten rid of Horn, Horn was landing on the wall in front of him, tilting his head to look at this strange wizard with a strange brain.

One person and one bird looked at each other for a moment, then Horn raised his paw and stretched it towards Mundungus.

Mundungus' pupils shrank, he untied the mailbox, took out the letter paper inside and looked at it.