Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

Fudge thought he was unlucky enough, but what happened next was beyond his expectation.

The stairs adjacent to the missing one also disappeared. The fat Fudge suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, at least not panicking. But when the third staircase also disappeared, he panicked.

"Dumbledore——"

Before Dumbledore could react, Fudge fell through the large hole formed in the stairs - fortunately, a staircase turned below to catch him, otherwise he would have broken his muscles and bones in this fall.

But even if he was caught by the stairs just right, Fudge would still be thrown to pieces. He felt like all the bones in his body were broken, and he lay on the stairs for a while before he recovered.

During this period, he had not considered what would happen if the stairs disappeared further, but the pain in his body was so intense that Fudge completely lost the motivation to move.

'If the stairs disappear again, I'll admit it! 'Under successive blows, Fudge showed a self-defeating mentality. However, it seemed that luck had come to him, and this time the stairs did not mysteriously disappear until Dumbledore arrived.

Dumbledore, who rushed to Fudge's side, did not hesitate and directly protected him and retreated to a safe place.

Dumbledore doesn't like Fudge very much, but this guy is the Minister of Magic after all. Dumbledore can't just watch the current Minister of Magic fall to his death in Hogwarts Castle, right?

"This has never happened before." Dumbledore frowned slightly as he looked at the stairs that suddenly disappeared.

This is very wrong. Ever since Fudge stepped into Hogwarts, his level of unlucky has not been unlucky in the normal sense. This is more like...

curse!

Dumbledore thought of those Defense Against the Dark Arts professors who tried to teach for another year. After completing a year of teaching, they would encounter all kinds of bad luck once they thought of continuing for another year. However, what Fudge experienced today was considered a particularly unlucky group even among Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.

What Dumbledore and Fudge didn't know was that Fudge didn't suffer further misfortune, not because of his luck, but because someone showed mercy.

"Okay, the Minister of Magic cannot fall to his death in Hogwarts Castle." Rice from a distance held down Helga's arm, giving up her idea of ​​continuing to clear the stairs.

"He is really being given an advantage!" Helga said angrily: "Does it count as a passing test if you only suffer this little crime?"

"Of course not." Les wouldn't think that Fudge had "passed". It would be too easy for him to suffer only this little. But he was not as angry as Helga, because Henry had already taken action.

For a political creature like Fudge, if he had to choose between misfortune and failure, he would definitely choose misfortune without hesitation.

Fudge, who was helped to a safe platform by Dumbledore, cried and asked Dumbledore what happened and why he was so unlucky today.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and could only respond in a humorous tone: "It seems that you are not very welcome at Hogwarts Castle today."

Fudge suddenly lost his guard and shouted loudly: "But I am also a graduate of Hogwarts!"

Dumbledore didn't want to talk to him - you are a graduate of Hogwarts and you sent dementors to surround Hogwarts? The four founders, Yuchi Izumoshita, will definitely expel you from school.

Rice had never regretted so much that he had developed the magic that could transmit sounds. When Fudge's words "I am also a graduate of Hogwarts" came into their ears, Rice and Helga were indeed irritated.

A large chandelier smashed down on Fudge's head. If Dumbledore hadn't had quick eyesight and quick hands, Fudge would have died here today.

Fudge:…

Dumbledore: ...

"I think you should say less." Dumbledore advised sincerely.

Fudge nodded with dull eyes.

The screws of the large chandelier are in disrepair and cause the chandelier to fall. The probability of this happening is not impossible, but it is also close to zero. Fudge was really scared.

He followed Dumbledore and arrived at the west tower cautiously and fearfully. Then when he was climbing the hanging ladder leading to the Divination classroom, the ladder broke...

Fudge, who had fallen on his butt, was used to it. He climbed up from the ground, repaired the ladder with a repair spell, and then slowly climbed into the Divination classroom.

After hearing Fudge's purpose, Professor Trelawney was shocked: Isn't this minister too unlucky?

She carefully performed a divination for Fudge, and this time she really saw "ominous" from the divination.

When she came to the "ominous" conclusion, Trelawney even felt like crying - in order to build up her own image, she always liked to give people "death prophecies", but after so many years, she finally met someone The person who truly embodies the omen of death in the hexagram!

Professor Trelawney tried her best to explain the hexagrams she saw to Fudge in great detail. Fudge's face turned as black as a burnt crucible.

"Then what should I do to avoid these disasters?" After hearing this, Fudge, who felt that he would die intact if he continued to listen, interrupted Professor Trelawney and asked her about the solution.

Trelawney:?

"I'm only responsible for divination, and I don't know what to do - maybe it would be better for you to leave the castle first?"

Fudge was so angry at Trelawney's words that he said, "If I had known this, why would I have gone back to the Ministry of Magic?" ! Why go to all the trouble to come here to ask for your divination? Do you know how much I have suffered along the way?

He really didn't want to say anything more, and even wanted to ask Dumbledore to borrow a broomstick and fly out of the window. But considering his luck today, Fudge really didn't dare to do this.

In the end, even with ten thousand reluctances in his heart, Fudge could only go back along the same path he came from.

When he walked out of Hogwarts Castle again and bathed in the sunshine, Fudge even felt like he was surviving a disaster.

"Albus, I'll go back to the ministry first. If anything happens, let's communicate via email..." Fudge glanced at the castle behind him with lingering fear. In his eyes, his familiar alma mater has turned into a terrifying cave, and he never wants to step foot here again.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes: in the end, he did not respond directly to the topic of whether to continue sending dementors to station outside Hogwarts.

Just then, a beautiful owl flew in front of him and handed a letter into his hands.

Dumbledore opened the letter and looked surprised.

"What's wrong?" Fudge asked.

Dumbledore looked at him strangely and told him that many parents were waiting for him outside the school.

Fudge:? !

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