Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

However, this little episode did not end with Snape sitting in the headmaster's seat.

Due to the [Law of Conservation of Dirty Things],

At first, the young wizards didn't pay much attention to it, but when Snape sat down, they soon discovered another problem.

"Have you seen where Fudge went?" Neville observed for a while and made sure that Fudge would not appear again before asking.

!!!

"Really?" Hermione said in surprise. "The person sitting in the headmaster's seat is Professor Snape. What about Fudge?"

Hearing this, Ron and Harry looked towards the professor's seat again, "Really..." "Where's Fudge?"

Hermione said uncertainly, "Hasn't he come yet?"

"NONONO,"

"Don't look for it. You won't find Fudge even if you break your neck!"

"Guess what we saw last night?"

"We saw Fudge leaving school during our night tour last night!"

George and Fred spoke one after the other, but as they spoke, they started arguing.

"Fred, you bastard! Why did you just say it directly!"

"I'm Fred!? What a joke, are you George!? If you are George, then who am I!?"

"Rebellion, rebellion! Just wait!"

One of George and Fred picked up a cup of slightly green "soy milk", poured it into his mouth and swallowed it all without hesitation.

After a while, no matter the one who drank the soy milk or the one who didn't,

Almost at the same time, their faces began to turn pale, the whites of their eyes rolled up, and white foam began to come out of the corners of their mouths.

This is synaesthesia that can only be activated with the consent of both parties.

Obviously, the two guys started a fight in this way, but unfortunately, the winner could not be determined for a while.

Fred's girlfriend Angelina was not sure who was her boyfriend because of the performance of these two guys just now.

She had no choice but to hold the handkerchief and look at her sister-in-law Ginny in confusion.

"Ah..." Ginny shook her head helplessly, "Honey... Lee, coprolites."

Harry's face turned red, and he forced himself to suppress the smile on his face. He took out the fecal stone he always kept in his pocket and hit George and Fred with it.

Ron quickly lifted up their robes while the two men were hiccuping, put them over their heads, and cast a spell - [Quick Imprisonment].

Of course, he cast magic on the two robes. In this way, even if they vomited, it would only be inside the robes and would not affect others.

After completing these actions,

Ron looked at Ginny, who had a calm expression, with some suspicion, and then looked at his good friend, who looked a little unnatural, with a scrutinizing and suspicious look.

Although I was very suspicious that Harry had done something behind my back that was against our friendship,

But considering the huge gap in strength between himself and Ginny, Ron wisely chose to keep his mouth shut and not voice his doubts.

Yes, Ron can indeed rely on his set of chess pieces to firmly rank among the top five in the battle power ranking of young wizards in Hogwarts, but don't forget where those chess pieces came from.

Every time he thought of this, Ron felt extremely embarrassed and helpless.

I remember one time, when he was sparring with his sister Ginny, the chess piece that was supposed to protect him suddenly betrayed him.

They all did a 180-degree turn and spit at him! This scene made Ron laugh and cry.

What's worse, he had to endure Ginny's beating afterwards amid the laughter of the chess pieces.

The chess pieces even showed expressions of gloating and cheered for Ginny. When was this strange function implanted?

Ron knew that he couldn't ask Raven to solve this problem.

After all, it was good enough that Raven didn't hand over control of the chess piece to Ginny.

So, even though Ron had a great reputation outside, he was still helpless when facing Ginny.

The discussion about Fudge did not last long.

As the owls happily delivered the newspapers and went home early to sleep (except for the diurnal snowy owls), the auditorium was soon set off by the shouting of the little wizards.

At this time, even Professor McGonagall had no intention of maintaining order. After all, even she herself was shocked by the news.

The Minister of Magic, assassinated by Voldemort? Oh my God! This has never happened since the establishment of the Ministry of Magic!

Even though two ministers died in office for unknown reasons, no one dared to admit that they were able to assassinate the Minister of Magic.

But today, people witnessed history.

Professor McGonagall had a headache, but at this moment, the people in the Ministry of Magic had an even greater headache than her.

At the Ministry of Magic, numerous Ministry of Magic employees sat in the largest of the many courtrooms that originally belonged to the Wizengamot, arguing endlessly.

Most of them had serious expressions, as if the sky was about to fall.

"Deputy Minister Scrimgeour, we should avenge Minister Crouch first!" Ludo Bagman said indignantly.

However, no one paid any attention to him. Who should he seek revenge on? Voldemort? Who can defeat him? Could he rely on your Quidditch bat, Ludo Bagman?

And even less so from Umbridge's point of view.

At this time, Frank Longbottom, with a frown on his face, brought up a problem that they had to face now.

"Deputy Minister Scrimgeour, we must have a charter. Due to the evacuation of the Wizengamot, we are temporarily unable to try criminals and cannot convict and sentence them. The courtrooms next door have been converted into temporary cells."

Frank Longbottom said,

At this time, Umbridge, Frank's boss, laughed a strange "hem-hem" laugh.

"That's too small, Frank. That's too small, but it's not your fault. After all, you've been crazy for more than ten years. It's already pretty good that you can recover to your current state."

Frank Longbottom didn't care about Umbridge's rebuttal and personal attack.

The Longbottom family is a family of Aurors, and Frank Longbottom is the best among them. He can remain calm even when facing death threats from Death Eaters, let alone Umbridge's rumors.

He responded with a soft stab without changing his expression.

"So, Director Umbridge, what do you have to say?"

Umbridge was waiting for this sentence! Of course, even if Frank Longbottom didn't ask her, she would find a chance to tell it.

"The Wizengamot of the Ministry of Magic cannot be built in a day or two. The most urgent task is to elect a new Minister of Magic. Without a minister in charge, many things will be difficult to do."

Umbridge is indeed an old politician. Even though they are currently in a hostile relationship, she can convince Rufus Scrimgeour to support her ideas.

Yes, tied up.

The wizarding world is different from the Muggle world. Even if the Minister is gone, the Deputy Minister still has the final say.

Many orders must be approved by the Minister of Magic, and many secrets will only be revealed to the Minister.

Just like Fudge couldn't enter the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, even though Rufus Scrimgeour was the supreme commander of the Ministry of Magic, there were many places he couldn't set foot in, such as the Department of Mysteries.

Rufus Scrimgeour knew that Umbridge hoped that Fudge would succeed her as Minister, so that the two of them could continue to dominate the Ministry of Magic.

And didn't Scrimgeour want to be the minister? Of course he did.

There is a saying that goes: Don't give the world to people you hate.

Scrimgeour had this idea. The wizarding world was in turmoil, with the dual threats of Voldemort and Hercule in front and the job handover due to the invalidation of the Statute of Secrecy behind.

If we want to smoothly integrate with the Muggle world, now is the most important juncture, and it is also the time when we need a sensible Minister of Magic the most.

Scrimgeour could let Fudge work for another term, but that would take four years. Would Fudge be able to organize the preparations for the population explosion in the next four years? Of course he didn't have that ability!

Therefore, Scrimgeour wanted to take this opportunity to completely make these two guys give up and just be tools.

So, naturally, the date for the election of the Minister of Magic was set at Samhain.

......

"Samhain?"

Raven looked at the note Rufus Scrimgeour handed her, with a look of realization on his face.

As a high-ranking member of the Druid Order, a Druid,

Rufus Scrimgeour was absent from this important Celtic festival, so he naturally had to submit a request to Raven.

"So sending Umbridge back is not just to interfere with the Aurors' decision, but to use Crouch's death to completely lock the most elite group in the wizarding world in the Ministry of Magic?"

"Hmph, that's ridiculous."

This was Raven's judgment on Herper's plan, but it was better than nothing. Compared to letting Umbridge hold the Aurors back, this move could barely be considered a strong control.