Being a bastard at Hogwarts is not safe.

"Minister, we are only now at Hogwarts, what if Dumbledore gets rid of that dragon?"

Standing outside the gate of Hogwarts, a chunky old woman in a pink sweater asked.In front of her was a middle-aged man with a mustache walking with his hands behind his back.He is about 1.7 meters high, not tall, but he has an official temperament. He is the Minister of Magic Fudge who came to Hogwarts for inspection.

Fudge pondered for a moment, then said: "It is indeed possible. Although I have signed the investigation order as quickly as possible, with Albus' ability, he can indeed quickly dispose of all the evidence."

Umbridge pinched the orchid finger, with a "charming" smile on his face, and asked, "Then what should we do?"

Seeing Umbridge's appearance, Fudge quickly pretended to think about it, turned his head and retched twice, and said coldly: "We should focus on those lower grade students, they are not as good as Albus. Response speed. After entering Hogwarts, you go to the headmaster's office to find Albus first, and I will stay outside and pretend to be a reporter to investigate the specific situation and see if I can get evidence to bring him down."

"I see, Minister." Umbridge nodded, the expression on his face became more and more excited, and his eyes sparkled.

......

Brian reluctantly walked to the principal's office on the eighth floor early in the morning. Although he did not want to meet Dumbledore, since the old principal had already made this request, he could only hold on to this thigh. Bite the bullet and come here.

Just as he was thinking about what Dumbledore would say to him later, a voice suddenly came from his ear.

"Student, I'm a reporter from the Daily Prophet. I want to interview you. What do you think of the strange things that happened at Hogwarts recently?"

Brian turned his head, and a middle-aged man leaning against a pillar in the classroom on the eighth floor looked at him and said with a smile.

Brian froze for a moment, looked him up and down, and shook his head slightly.

Look at the old pink woman chatting with Professor McGonagall beside the stone lion at the entrance of the principal's office. Are you an Auror from the Ministry of Magic who came with him?Not to mention that badge pinned to your chest.

Speaking of bureaucracy, the Ministry of Magic is actually the same as those petty officials who went to the streets to inquire about public relations in the previous life, and they have no tricks at all.If you know how to be a little more flexible in doing things, you can be smarter in questioning techniques, and you won't be guessed so easily.

However, Bryan knew that in front of these Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, he could not talk nonsense. Any small matter would be infinitely magnified by them, and it would become a reason to bring down Dumbledore grandiosely.At that time, it will become a betrayal of "Dumbledore's trust", not to mention that Lao Deng will wear small shoes, not to mention that in the future, I will still need to hug Lao Deng's calf tightly and take the opportunity to learn alchemy.

Professor McGonagall had obviously heard the question here, and his face couldn't help showing a sad look. He was about to come over but was stopped by that disgusting old woman to chat, and she just wouldn't let her come near here.

Brian didn't know the identity of the person in front of him. If he said something wrong, it would be difficult to explain it to the school board, and it would be difficult for Dumbledore to deal with it.

"How else can I see it? Stand at the door of the classroom and watch..." Brian glanced at him, and continued: "It's lively with a group of children fighting around all day long, but they are all young people. world, I don't understand..."

With a smile on his face, Fudge was holding a photo crystal ball in one hand, and was about to answer the question and enlarge these questions to get some favorable confessions from Brian, but he opened his mouth wide but didn't know what he wanted to say.

"I'm asking you, what strange things have happened recently, and what is your opinion on these things. I'm not asking where you stand to watch, let alone whether the world of your young people is hot or not. Aren't you a child? "

As the minister of the Ministry of Magic, Fudge has been in office for ten years and has already mastered the way of handling things. If he wants to bring down Dumbledore, he must start with these students to obtain unfavorable evidence during his tenure.

Dumbledore is always afraid of Dumbledore, who personally put himself on the position of Minister of Magic, so whether he can be pulled down has become the key to breaking his demons, and he has to do it himself.

When he came in, he had already fantasized that everything would go smoothly, until he met this "special" little wizard in front of him.

"Strange thing? Opinion?" Brian looked up at him and said, "I'm just a child, and I have difficulty studying. I don't have time to watch young people fight."

Fudge frowned, forced a kind smile and said loudly: "Hogwarts is everyone's magic school. Whether it is the officials of the Ministry of Magic, the teachers, or the students of the school, they are all closely related and express their personal opinions. , What is the identity and what is the difference? I am just an ordinary reporter from the Daily Prophet, and I just need to learn something from you?"

"Ordinary reporter? Don't be joking, you are from the Ministry of Magic." Brian looked at him vigilantly and said, "Will you expel me for slandering Hogwarts as soon as I open my mouth?" Catch Azkaban. Let me tell you, I won't be fooled by such a clumsy scheme, so don't even think about slandering me."

Fudge opened his mouth, staring blankly at Brian in front of him, not knowing what to say.He really couldn't figure out what kind of messy things these first-year little wizards had in their heads.

"Whoever told you that the Ministry of Magic can imprison people in Azkaban at random. The Ministry of Magic needs an arrest warrant even to catch Death Eaters, and they can only be convicted after a court trial. How could they use such absurd reasons? If so, This minister would like to ask you, who would dare to expel you and send you to Azkaban for no reason?"

"Minister?" Brian's eyes quickly narrowed into a line, and he said coldly: "You actually said that you are just an ordinary reporter? How dare you say that you are not from the Ministry of Magic?"

"..."

With a plop, Harry on the side of the stairs heard the conversation between Brian and Fudge, stepped on the air and fell down on the spot, staring blankly at Brian.

Fudge silently retreated to the edge of the pillar doubting life, and never asked him another question.

On the other side, Dumbledore, who had just walked out of the principal's office, didn't know what happened. He hesitated for a while, and looked at the stunned Professor McGonagall and Umbridge suspiciously.

"Ms. Umbridge, Mr. Fudge over there, why don't you come in?"