Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

Cornelius Fudge, current Minister of Magic.

Ivan doesn't have a good impression of him, it's more of contempt.

He didn't know much about the world of Harry Potter, but coincidentally, he had only seen the fifth film version of Order of the Phoenix.

Therefore, he was clear about Fudge's shady thoughts and pathological obsession with power.

Ivan felt that Dumbledore, the old man, might have had the halo attached to him for too long and had forgotten the fundamental reason why he was revered - his strength.

The headmaster of Hogwarts is certainly respected, but the most respected one is Dumbledore who defeated Grindelwald.

Politicians, no matter in any world, in any country, in any society, are not worthy of trust.

They are timid and timid, whitewashing their political achievements and shirking their responsibilities, all in the name of maintaining order and stability.

Judging from the plot of the movie, Dumbledore at that time not only had to be wary of Voldemort, who had returned, but also had to guard against backstabbing from the Ministry of Magic. The most powerful white wizard of the contemporary era was forced into this state. Telling it can make people Laughing to death.

He could feel Dumbledore's insistence on order and restraint of emotions in his heart. Maybe the old man had his own persistence, but Ivan didn't care about that.

That is to say, he is young now and has insufficient magic power reserves in his body. Otherwise, if he is given another two years, he will not be as easy to talk to as he is today.

It wasn't until Alvin left the room that an Auror who was frozen in ice said honestly: "Can you get me out first? My legs are freezing."

Dumbledore waved his wand, the ice shattered, and several Aurors were able to escape from the ice.

Reaching out to pull the frightened Fudge up, Dumbledore apologized: "I'm sorry, Connelly, Mr. Darknight's temper is a little violent."

"A little angry?" Fudge stared: "I thought he was going to eat me!"

"It is undeniable that Ivan is right. You are too cowardly, Cornelius..." Dumbledore's eyes gradually sharpened: "Through what just happened, I suddenly felt that you seemed to treat me more than Voldemort. Are you on guard because you think I will covet the little power you have?"

"I hope you can understand one thing - I must emphasize that it is because of my refusal that you can sit in this position."

Fudge's face turned red again. This was definitely the most embarrassing day in his life.

He knew very well where his rights came from. The reason why Fudge became the Minister of Magic was mainly because of Dumbledore's support.

In other words, before taking the position of Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge was simply Dumbledore's number one licker.

However, after taking this position, and with the support of those pure-blood families who claimed to be noble, Fudge felt a little elated.

Although he still maintained respect for Dumbledore, he was already dissatisfied with Dumbledore's dictates on some things.

Fudge pondered for a while with a gloomy expression, and couldn't help but sigh: "So? The mysterious man..."

"It's Voldemort." Dumbledore corrected: "As Ivan said, remember your identity, Connelly, you are the Minister of Magic."

"Okay, Voldemort..." Fudge gritted his teeth and said the name, his heart full of annoyance and fear: "So he is really back, is he?"

"Everyone has seen it." Dumbledore nodded slightly: "He has possessed Quirrell's body. It must have happened a few days ago."

"Okay, okay..." Fudge nodded impatiently: "Where is he now?"

"I don't know, maybe it's possessed by some small animal and is lingering." Dumbledore said cheerfully: "To be honest, you are a little beyond my expectations. Connelly, I thought you would refuse to accept this. …”

"I really want to do this!" Fudge said angrily: "Why during my tenure? Damn it..."

The words of Ivan and Dumbledore awakened his brain that was gradually lost in power. The more sober Fudge basically believed Dumbledore's words. He did care about political achievements, rights, and was also afraid of Voldemort, but if If Voldemort really comes back, then he won't make the slightest compromise.

Dumbledore looked at Fudge, feeling a little glad that Ivan had just been tough.

Political thinking has always been his shortcoming. From the beginning when he supported Fudge to achieve this position, and later on when he helped Fudge a lot, the relationship between the two has always been very good. Dumbledore always thought that Fudge would trust him and cooperate with him. Own.

But obviously, he overestimated the corruption of Fudge by power and his position in the other party's heart.

Ivan didn't know what the two people talked about after that. At this time, he was looking for the way back to the dormitory.

The corridors and stairs in the castle are intricate and extend in all directions, and the stairs in the middle hall like to move around. For a person who is a road addict and is confused about transportation, Ivan deeply felt the malice of the castle builder.

But...it's actually quite interesting.

"Meow..." A dry meow sounded, and an old cat suddenly jumped in front of Alvin.

Alvin glanced at it, chuckled, and stood there.

After a while, there was a panting sound behind him, and old Filch, the castle gatekeeper, rushed over with an oil lamp: "Stop! Which college are you from?"

Alvin turned his head, his red eyes flashing dangerously.

"Uh, oh..." Filch stood there awkwardly: "Good day, Mr. Darknight..."

The corners of Ivan's mouth raised slightly: "Good day, Mr. Filch, you came just in time."

Ten minutes later, Filch, panting from exhaustion, carried Alvin to the Gryffindor Tower.

"Thank you, Mr. Filch." Ivan jumped off his back and flicked a gold galleon with his fingers: "It's hard for you to keep running like this."

Filch immediately opened his mouth, showing his yellow teeth: "This is my honor, sir..."

He happily put away the galleons, said good night to Alvin, and left with the old cat named Mrs. Loris.

Looking at Filch's leaving figure, Alvin chuckled.

He was Filch who he met while wandering around the castle some time ago. When they first met, old Filch was fierce and had a bad personality. He even asked where he came from. After Ivan explained, he still didn't believe it and said Why should he be caught as a thief?

Then he was beaten terribly!

"Dragon scum!" Ivan said softly.

"Oh, please come in, dear." The fat lady opened the door with a smile.

Back in the dormitory, Alvin was not surprised that Harry became his roommate. In the same dormitory were Ron, the Neville who lost the toad, and a guy named Seamus.

Ron was lying on the bed patting his belly, Harry was fast asleep, Neville and Seamus were eating snacks and whispering. When they saw Alvin enter the room, they both closed their mouths, seeming to be a little afraid of Alvin. .

"What happened to them?" Ivan was a little confused.

"I don't know who spread the word that you are a dark wizard because of the black magic you used at that time..." Ron muttered in a low voice: "Originally, Fred and George wanted to celebrate you, but now people I don’t dare anymore, but don’t worry, Harry and I both believe in you.”

"Well... you're right!" Ivan thought for a while: "I am indeed a dark wizard!"

Ron: "???"