The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"No! Dawlish, Shacklebolt! Hurry up and catch him!" Fudge came back to his senses and immediately yelled!

Dumbledore raised his hands high, blinked at Harry, clapped his hands together, Fox spread his wings and flew over, hot flames bloomed in his hands, sweeping all around with great momentum.

"No! Dumbledore!" Fudge lay on the ground to avoid the flames, stood up and roared angrily.

Harry quickly stood up and helped Professor McGonagall who was about to throw himself and Marietta down at the same time.

"Okay, Fudge, stop howling, he's gone now, let's talk about the new headmaster of Hogwarts, shall we?" The black cat changed back into a human form and sat at Dumbledore's desk chair.

"You colluded?" Fudge gritted his teeth and looked at Macon.

"Heh! ~ This is a business. If someone sells it, someone will buy it. If you don't believe me, you sold the Ministry of Magic. How much is the price?" Macon kicked the chair into two legs and put his feet on the table. , "As long as the price is reasonable and the magic contract is signed, I will guarantee to write my name on it."

"That's not up to me! Very well, let's talk about Hogwarts' rent!" Fudge suppressed his anger and tried to calm himself down. At this moment, he only felt a throbbing on both sides of his temple.

Macon raised two fingers and waved them in front of him.

"20 Galleons a year?" Fudge hesitated, looked at Umbridge, who nodded to him, "Okay, we'll..."

"It's 200 million Galleons a year!" Macon jokingly said, stood up and walked in front of Fudge, "20 Galleons? I bought the land use right for 5000 million Galleons just now, 200 I have to wait another 25 years for Wanjin Gallon to pay back my capital, can you live until then?"

After Macon finished speaking, he patted Fudge's white and tender face, and wiped him in disgust. Just when Fudge couldn't bear his anger and was about to explode, he said softly, "Why does it smell like blood?"

"Ah! Macon, this price is too expensive. Look, can we lower it?" Fudge took a deep breath, straightened his hat, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his voice became gentler.

"That's not okay. I just started collecting rent, and I discounted it. How can I make money in the future?" Macon said in embarrassment at first, and from the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Fudge's face changed again and again, and quickly changed his words, "However, it's not like that. There is no way."

"What way?" Umbridge couldn't wait any longer. The headmaster's position was full of ups and downs, and he didn't know what it would be like if he continued to struggle. Worry about no money?

"You can consider sharing!" Macon squinted at Umbridge.

"Shared!? What do you mean?" Fudge frowned. Umbridge must have paid the money. Could it be that he and Umbridge should share it?No, that doesn't make sense.

"The principal pays 80.00% of the rent, and the vice-principal pays 20.00% of the rent, which is a joint-stock system. However, those school managers need you to solve it. I don't think there is any need for those people to stay."

"That's 40 Galleons! And a vice-principal! I'm going to be the principal! Besides, if I'm not the principal, who else can be?"

"Of course it's Professor McGonagall." Macon looked at the distraught Umbridge amusedly, "Why don't you pay 200 million? He is the vice-principal himself. Whether this can be done depends on whether he agrees or not. ! Whatever you want, if you don’t want to move the castle tomorrow, I will transform this place into a commercial street for wizards! Isn’t that more profitable than collecting rent?”

"No one has the ability to move this castle." Fudge looked at Macon with a cold face, moving the castle?Thank you for being able to speak!Dumbledore's move was simply too ruthless. The Ministry of Magic's involvement in Hogwarts itself was not justified. Selling the land rights completely cut off the possibility of the Ministry of Magic directly appointing the headmaster.

"If I don't move it, I'll demolish it!" Macon waved his hand indifferently, "Or like Floating Void City, send it to heaven!"

"Okay! I'll offer 40 Galleons!" Umbridge gritted his teeth and pointed at Professor McGonagall. "But she wants to pay 160 million Galleons first!"

"I..." Professor McGonagall was about to show that he couldn't take out that many Galleons when he was interrupted by Macon raising his hand.

"Professor McGonagall, you don't need to pay for this money," he shook his head and continued, "You were the one who persuaded Dumbledore to take me in when I was homeless. Long can measure it."

"Macon! Are you kidding me!?" Umbridge's eyes could almost burst into flames, and she jerked out the thin, short wand, about to point at Macon.

"Stop! You're crazy! He's the Silent Man!" Fudge hurriedly stood in front of her, forcibly snatched the wand from her hand, and whispered in her ear, "The vice-principal is the vice-principal, when you sit still The seat, put pressure on the school board, and have a chance to get it back! Our biggest obstacle, Dumbledore has left Hogwarts, and now the most important thing is to pass the news to the outside world!"

"Congratulations, Principal McGonagall," Fudge said, holding Umbridge steady, and immediately showed his affection to Professor McGonagall, and then said to Macon, "and you, Macon, 40 Galleons, Dolores Si will hand it over to you in its entirety, and we can also handle it with the school board, I still have a lot of documents to approve, so I won’t waste time here.”

"Secretary Fudge is really a busy man, living like a maggot all day long, wandering around in piles of smelly and long documents..."

"Macon! How did you talk to the Minister?" Percy closed the record book in his hand and said arrogantly, "You haven't apologized to Mr. Minister!"

"Shut up!" Fudge said sullenly, stopping Percy.

"Did you hear that? The minister told you..." Percy realized that the sound of shutting up was obviously not about Macon, because the minister was looking at him with a very ugly face.

"Okay, Weasley, Macon was joking with me." Fudge forced a smile, and took the lead to leave the office. Umbridge swept Macon and Professor McGonagall's face back and forth, and snorted coldly, Following behind, Percy scratched his head and followed.

"Macon, I can't be the headmaster. Let's wait until Dumbledore comes back." Professor McGonagall showed embarrassment. She knew that Dumbledore's departure was only temporary, and sooner or later, he would come back.

"Dumbledore will talk about his return when he comes back. You must take the headmaster's seat first. Only in this way, Fudge and the others will not put their minds on it," Macon stood up, gently pressing Professor McGonagall on the headmaster's hand On the chair, "Wait a minute, let's go to that place to take over the principal power that belongs to you, and leave the rest to me."

Professor McGonagall sighed, accepting Macon's arrangement, smiled and stretched out his hand on his head, moving his cat ears, "You have a lot of tricks!"

Macon smiled quite complacently. I don't know what expression Dumbledore would have when he learned that it was neither Umbridge nor me who became the headmaster of Hogwarts?