Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

"Okay, let's continue - Mr. Lint, please come to the podium." Helga did not let Les go just because someone was watching outside.

After Les came on stage and pretended to fight with the puppet conjured by Helga for a while, the interest of the parents outside the classroom was suddenly piqued.

"Do you think this kind of doll can be deployed in Azkaban?"

Among the people who watched Helga's teaching, a high proportion of Ministry of Magic officials were included because Mr. Henry had conducted a round of screening beforehand. And they also immediately associated the two things "automatic combat doll" and "Azkaban lacks guards" together.

"But this doll doesn't seem to be very strong? It's a lot of fighting with a little wizard." McNeil from the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures complained.

Henry glanced at him, feeling secretly in his heart.

McNeil's words raised concerns among other Ministry of Magic officials: If the doll was just for sight and had no use, it could not be used to strengthen Azkaban's security.

They squinted their eyes and watched the battle between Les and the puppet carefully.

The puppet waved its arms, and the air in front of it was distorted. Les turned sideways slightly, his robe seemed to be slightly fluttered by a breeze, and a crack several feet long appeared out of thin air on the wall behind him. He twirled his wand like a juggler, and the puppet flew up out of thin air and hit the podium behind it hard.

Onlookers:...

"Are you sure you can beat either of these two guys?" Someone whispered about McNeil.

McNeil's face turned green and white, and after a while he whispered: "I just need to quickly close the distance, and then bend down to avoid the spell, and then I can use an ax to split that puppet in two." Half."

No one took his words of honor seriously, and everyone was seriously considering the feasibility of placing such a doll in Azkaban. According to the strength it just showed, it is more than enough to serve as a jailer, but there are many aspects to consider: Does this kind of doll need a wizard to control it? How long will the magic contained within last? Can they adapt to the damp, dark environment of Azkaban? And how much does this kind of doll cost...

Of course, some wealthy homeowners are also considering buying a few dolls to put at home.

Dumbledore looked at the knocked-out doll with a thoughtful look in his eyes: This doll reminded him of the armor and sculptures at Hogwarts, but it was more advanced. Currently, most of the armors and statues can only use physical means to attack, but the puppets created by Professor White can use magic. He planned to go back and talk to Professor White to see if he could place some of these dolls in the school or upgrade the existing armor and statues.

With different thoughts, these people just listened to the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts section outside the classroom. When the bell rang, Professor White was surrounded by parents who had been waiting for him as soon as he walked out of the classroom.

Facing the enthusiastic people, Hufflepuff didn't have any stage fright. With a smile on his face, he invited everyone to find a place to talk slowly.

"The puppet just now is just an appetizer, made at random - if you want, I can provide a more powerful and comprehensive puppet."

Her words cheered everyone up, and they hurriedly followed her to find an empty classroom to sit down and talk in detail. However, there were also parents who were not interested in the dolls (they couldn't afford them), and lunch time was coming, so Dumbledore simply took the parents who didn't want to talk in detail with Professor White to the auditorium.

But one figure among the parents caught Dumbledore's attention.

"Henry, don't you want to buy some dolls for your family?"

"Professor Dumbledore, my family's ancestral manor has defensive magic personally applied by Salazar Slytherin. This kind of doll takes up a lot of space."

Dumbledore: ...

Let you pretend. With such a solid foundation, no wonder he was able to protect himself wisely during the Wizarding War.

Mr. Henry took the opportunity to fall a few steps behind, ran to his daughter's side, and exchanged glances with Les next to him.

After arriving at the auditorium, several people sat down directly in the corner of Slytherin House.

As soon as her butt made contact with the stool, Daphne couldn't wait to ask why her father was here.

"Come and check if your homework is completed on time."

Daphne:? ? ?

"Just kidding, we are here to find Cornelius Fudge about the Dementors. There will be no Dementors around Hogwarts in the future." Mr. Henry was chatting with his daughter on the surface, but in fact He was reporting his work to Rice.

"Connelly is finished now. The prestige he accumulated after becoming Minister of Magic has been lost. It is only a matter of time before he steps down."

Daphne: Oh oh. I thought, what does this have to do with me?

Les didn't say anything, just took a piece of garlic steak from the plate in front of him. This dish he likes very much: the fat and lean beef is smeared with a thick layer of garlic sauce, fried on an iron plate and sizzling with oil. The butter in the beef fat is roasted under high temperature, and the garlic sauce is cooked. The soaking gives the garlic sauce a fried texture, and at the same time allows the aroma of garlic to penetrate into the beef, making your mouth full of oil and garlic flavor.

"So, who do you think will be the next Minister of Magic? Would you like a steak? The garlic steak here is very good." Les asked while cutting the steak, as if making small talk.

"Of course." Mr. Henry also took a piece of steak like Rice, and then expressed his point of view: "Who will be the next Minister of Magic depends on who gets everyone's support first - to put it bluntly, then It’s the support of our pure-blood families.”

Les nodded. Although people like Henry Greengrass did not hold very prominent positions on the surface, their influence in the magical world was not small at all. Winning the support of enough pure-blood families is indeed the top priority for the candidates for the Minister of Magic.

"I hope the next minister will be a capable guy." He sighed casually as if to express his inner feelings: "The magic world doesn't have much time for fools and mediocrities to waste."

These are Les's true words. After coming into contact with Muggles, Les felt that time was running out for the wizarding world.

Henry felt awe-struck: This is Lord Slytherin's request for the next Minister of Magic. He could not accept a mediocre person remaining in the position of minister.

This requirement is actually contrary to their position. Pure-blood families naturally hope that the Minister of Magic who comes to power will be as mediocre as possible, so that they can gain more benefits. Those smart and capable guys are always trying to do something to cause trouble for everyone. This is also why Fudge was able to defeat Crouch - Crouch's Death Eater son was just a trigger.

However, Lord Slytherin's position is that of Henry Greengrass, and he will definitely find a way to make this happen.

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