Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

Along with Mag's voice, the door of the infirmary was opened.

There was a burst of messy footsteps, and before Carlos could react, the infirmary was occupied by a group of people in suits.

They stood there in suits and ties, and then looked seriously at Dumbledore and Carlos lying on the bed.

"Albus." A slightly wealthy man came out with a gentle smile on his face.

"Cornelly." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect you to come."

"Such a big thing happened at Hogwarts. I must come over and take a look." Fudge said, adjusting his clothes, and then said: "Where is the prisoner, have you caught him?"

"He escaped," said Dumbledore. "Without a trace."

"Without a trace?" Fudge frowned.

"We need the help of the Aurors."

"They will help you." Fudge nodded, then turned his attention to Carlos.

"Are you Carlos Emmanuel?" He said, approaching with a smile.

Then he reached out and grabbed Carlos' hand.

"Uh... Minister..." Carlos looked at him a little surprised, and then wanted to twitch his hand, but unexpectedly found that his hand was held tightly by Fudge.

"Smile." He said gently, then turned to look at the group of reporters who followed him.

After a dazzling flash of light and a clicking sound, Fudge let go of his hand.

"How are you feeling? How is your recovery going?"

"It's... not bad..." Carlos glanced at the reporters and said, "They..."

"This kind of thing needs to be known to the public." Fudge smiled: "I heard that you fought bravely against the dark wizard, right?"

"not me……"

"This is worth learning from."

"But……"

"We at the Ministry of Magic will commend you for your actions."

"minister……"

"This behavior deserves our admiration and publicity, and all wizards should know..."

"Ahem..." Dumbledore coughed, interrupting Fudge's speech. He slowly approached the two of them and said, "Connelly, this matter is not as simple as an ordinary dark wizard."

"..." Fudge's expression looked a little playful. He nodded slightly, then turned to look at the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic and said, "Wait for me outside."

After hearing his words, the Aurors and reporters nodded and left.

As the reporters and Aurors left, apart from Carlos Dumbledore and Fudge, only McGonagall and Rozier were left in the infirmary.

"Albus..." Fudge's eyes were on Rozier. He didn't know this man... and his dressing style was a bit avant-garde, wasn't it?

"He is Albion Rozier, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Dumbledore introduced: "He was the one who saved Carlos."

"Then you are also a hero..." Fudge's eyes lit up, and then he reached out and grabbed Rozier's hand.

"Your behavior Ministry of Magic..."

"Minister Fudge, those reporters have left." Rozier said with a cold face. He didn't like the Minister of Magic very much...it seemed a bit too...how should I put it...

"Oh... I'm sorry." Fudge's face was still full of smile. He looked at Dumbledore and said, "So Albus, what you just said... is not just a dark wizard, what do you mean?"

"This matter has something to do with Death Eaters." Dumbledore expressed his judgment.

"Death Eaters...?" Fudge shook his head: "They have all been captured and imprisoned in Azkaban, such as Sirius...Bella..."

"For example, Malfoy?" Rozier shook his head in time: "Minister Fudge, even if I'm not British... I know these things."

Fudge was interrupted and seemed a little embarrassed. He clasped his hands slightly and said, "The Ministry of Magic also makes exceptions for some things..."

"But this matter is not an exception." Mag said: "It is very possible that behind Quirrell..."

Before she finished speaking, Fudge shook his head: "I will let the Aurors investigate...but I will not believe any rumors about him."

"Even if it's true?" Dumbledore asked.

"No... no no no..." Fudge shook his head and walked to the door of the infirmary: "There is no evidence, Albus... I cannot convince my Aurors and all wizards to believe a rumor without evidence."

"But I will satisfy your request." Fudge showed a slightly embarrassed smile, then opened the door and walked out.

"I have to say...he is really damned." Rozier muttered and shook his head.

Dumbledore looked at McGonagall and Rozier thoughtfully: "This matter... don't tell anyone else yet."

"I understand." Mag nodded.

"Well." Rozier curled his lips and looked at the silent Carlos: "What about you, Carlos, what do you think?"

"The person you are talking about is Voldemort, right?" Carlos said, "The person behind Quirrell."

"Yeah." Rozier nodded: "It should be him..."

"I think... the dark shadow in the Forbidden Forest should be him." Carlos thought for a moment and said, "And he might be in Quirrell."

"A very reasonable guess." Dumbledore smiled: "You are very smart, Carlos."

"Ha." Rozier sneered, then shook his head.

"By the way, Carlos, your grandpa should be here in a while." Dumbledore said, taking out a small satchel from behind him.

Carlos's research results were hung on the small satchel, and the cooking manual was also tied to it.

"Grandpa Newt?" Carlos' eyes lit up. He didn't expect Grandpa Newt to be here.

"Then I won't stay any longer." Rozier's smile seemed slightly stiff. He nodded to McGonagall and Dumbledore, then smiled slightly at Carlos and left.

After watching Professor Rozier leave, Carlos slowly said: "Professor Rozier...is he a member of the Wiccan Party?" Of course he also knew about the Wiccan Party. After all, Tina had told many stories about Newt.

"Yes Carlos." Dumbledore nodded: "But..."

"But he is not a bad person, principal." Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Carlos spoke: "Professor Rozier has saved me several times... He is definitely not a bad person."

"You won't... won't hurt him, right?"

Listening to Carlos's words, both Dumbledore and McGonagall laughed softly.

"How is it possible, Carlos?" Dumbledore said with a smile: "How is it possible?"

"Huh..." Rozier leaned against the door of the infirmary, listening to the words inside, and then laughed softly. He put out the cigarette he had just lit, then shook his head and walked towards the grass.