Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

The four heads of Hogwarts' school and Headmaster Dumbledore gathered in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Umbridge's body was now covered with white cloth. Since she died by beheading, her already short stature now looked even shorter.

Covered by the white cloth, it is even difficult to tell whether she is lying horizontally or vertically.

"It's not dark magic, it's the Cutting Curse." After analyzing the cause of Umbridge's death, Professor McGonagall came to an astonishing conclusion: the cause of death of the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic was actually the simplest and most basic Cutting Curse.

This is a spell that young wizards at Hogwarts will learn in the first grade. Basically every wizard can use it, but normal people use this spell to cut vegetables and fruits such as potatoes and onions. No one would use it to behead people!

And how could an ordinary cutting spell be so powerful?

A look of surprise flashed across the faces of Dumbledore, Flitwick and Snape, but Helga remained calm.

She had been mentally prepared for today's situation. Salazar had given face to the three old friends and had not killed all the students in class.

This may be related to the fact that the students attending the class at that time were from Gryffindor and Slytherin, and Godric was also present.

"Let's notify the Ministry of Magic first." A trace of fatigue flashed in Dumbledore's eyes.

The troubles he had encountered recently really exhausted him physically and mentally. After learning the cause and effect of the incident from the students present, his first reaction was to ask the Ministry of Magic to intervene and calm Fudge down to prevent him from having any more misunderstandings.

Dumbledore's response cannot be said to be wrong, but the problem is that the current Minister is Fudge.

Today's Fudge has become depraved beyond recognition.

In a sense, he was Voldemort's most capable Death Eater. He successfully held Dumbledore back for a whole year, giving Voldemort the most precious time for development.

But Dumbledore had no choice, because Umbridge died in Hogwarts and he had to inform the Ministry of Magic.

When Fudge heard the news, he was shocked and angry.

Without hesitation, he summoned all the Aurors in the Auror Office. At the same time, he also called the reporter from the Daily Prophet.

He even transferred Dementors from Azkaban.

After all the people and monsters arrived, he led such a large group of people and rushed towards Hogwarts.

But as soon as he arrived outside the gates of Hogwarts, he encountered what he thought was a warning: Dumbledore refused to allow his Dementors to enter Hogwarts.

"Intolerable!" Fudge's face flushed. "Does he think Hogwarts is his private property? I am the Minister of Magic, I have the right to decide who my guards are!"

The expressions of the accompanying Aurors all changed slightly.

As the elite among wizards, Aurors still have a certain degree of pride. Minister Fudge's clear attitude of not trusting the Auror Office is really infuriating. And the more capable the Auror is, the more discontent he feels.

However, although Fudge was filled with resentment in his heart, Dumbledore's attitude was uncharacteristically firm: Dementors would never be allowed to enter Hogwarts.

Everyone has not forgotten the chaos that the Dementors caused in Hogwarts two years ago, so this is a very reasonable request.

After talking to the air for a full minute, Fudge looked fiercely at the reporters from the Daily Prophet and told them to write down every word of his experience today in tomorrow's press release.

After deploying the Dementors at the gate of Hogwarts and instructing them to wait for his return, Fudge led the Aurors and reporters into Hogwarts.

Rice looked at the Dementors wandering outside the school gate, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He really couldn't stand it anymore. What's the difference between this behavior and letting a pet dog poop in front of someone else's door?

Les pulled out the snake-shaped wand.

Rowena was right, he was indeed much weaker than before, and the domain he was so proud of was no longer useful in this world.

But if you think that losing a few domains can turn you into a fangless snake, you are totally wrong. As long as his essence as a wizard has not changed, he is still Salazar Slytherin.

Why was Umbridge killed by a simple, childish spell? Why didn't she get out of the way? Didn't she want to?

Rice felt that if he could figure out this problem, his strength would suddenly improve to a higher level.

"Let me think...what is the name of that spell? Oh, that's right - Expecto Patronus!" Les raised his wand and randomly awakened some happy memories of the past as the book said. A silver python fell from the tip of his wand and swam rapidly on the ground.

"Interesting, interesting!" Les looked at the python coiled in front of him, with its head raised and its tongue spitting out, and he couldn't help feeling extremely happy. The bad mood that Fudge brought to him was dispelled a lot.

"The person who invented this spell is such a genius!" Les teased his Patronus and then pushed it towards the Dementor.

"Go ahead, show me how you are different from other magic!"

After receiving the order, the Patronus pounced on the two Dementors at an extremely fast speed.

The Patronus that appeared out of nowhere really scared the two Dementors. They tried to escape, but how could the Patronus, who had received orders from Les, let them escape?

The silver python stretched and retracted, and swam to the side of the Dementors at an astonishing speed. Then it stretched out its head and wrapped its tail around the two Dementors tightly.

The Dementors caught by the Patronus let out a shrill scream, and the python shrank its body with all its strength, causing the bones of both Dementors to crack.

Rice looked at the Patronus who easily controlled the Dementors and nodded repeatedly.

This spell seemed quite good to him. Not only could it capture Dementors, but it could also be summoned out to entertain him at other times.

Under the powerful strangulation, the two Dementors finally couldn't resist and after two explosions, they turned into two wisps of black smoke and dissipated.

"Very good." After cleaning up the garbage at the doorstep, Rice hid his figure and disappeared on the spot.

Fudge didn't know that the guards he brought with him had been killed by Rice. He was standing in front of Umbridge's body and crying.

"Dolores, I'm too late!" he cried, trying to put Umbridge's head back on her neck.

As a wizard, Fudge didn't need surgical thread or anything like that to accomplish the stitches; a simple spell was enough to glue the head and neck together.

But even though Fudge had restored Umbridge's body, the high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic was already dead.

Now her soul might have already boarded the reincarnation train between coming and going.

After wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes and using magic to clean the blood off his hands without leaving a trace, Fudge looked at the group of Hogwarts teachers standing in front of him with angry eyes.

"So who murdered our dear, dedicated Dolores?!"

Snape raised his eyebrows and said in a confused tone, "It was Les Lint. More than twenty people witnessed him arguing with Professor Umbridge and then cutting off her head with magic."

"Huh?!" An incredible expression appeared on Fudge's face. He never expected that the murderer was the boy from the Lint family?

He thought it was ridiculous. During the summer vacation, Les Lint's uncle Lucius Lint donated a large sum of money to the ministry. Their family was his staunch supporter. He was very familiar with the boy and knew his character. How could he do such a thing?

Fudge thought for a second and came to his own conclusion.

The Imperius Curse! It must be the Imperius Curse!

The Imperius Curse is a universal excuse. The higher the status of the suspect, the more convincing this reason is.

After the fall of the You-Know-Who, his followers, except for the diehards, basically used this reason to get away with it. Especially those wizards from pure-blood families, basically as long as they said they were cast under the Imperius Curse and were forced, they could be released on the spot.

Lucius Lint, old Crabbe, old Goyle, they all used this reason.

But today Fudge really believed that Les Lint had been cast under the Imperius Curse, and the suspect was standing in the team in front of him!

"Has Les Lint behaved in any unusual way recently?" Fudge did not ask the professors in front of him, but turned to the students who were called in.

"Yes!" Pansy Parkinson stepped forward impatiently and told Fudge all about Rice's abnormal behavior on the Hogwarts Express.

"Sure enough!" Fudge had no doubts in his mind. Les Lint had been cast under the Imperius Curse before he entered Hogwarts.

His eyes darted back and forth between the group of teachers headed by Dumbledore, as if he could not trust them at all.

Now, the professors at Hogwarts were angry.

"Cornelly, are you doubting that we have cast the Imperius Curse on Les Lint?" Professor McGonagall asked bluntly.

"Ah, well, all we can say is that Les Lint has been put under the Imperius Curse. It's a foregone conclusion." Fudge couldn't just say what he was thinking, mainly because he had no evidence.

But his thoughts were already written on his face, so it made no difference whether he said it or not.

Soon, another Slytherin student reported that there was something unusual between Rice and Godric.

"Usually... well, their relationship isn't that good..."

Although it was said very tactfully, Fudge still understood it.

The relationship between Godric and Les was originally very bad, but it suddenly became better after school started this year. There must be something fishy going on!

He walked up to Godric, who looked at him with a half-smile and took out his wand from his arms.

Fudge was so frightened that he almost called for the Aurors to come and capture the red-haired boy.

"Minister, you can check my wand to see if I have cast the Imperius Curse on Les." Godric looked at Fudge with disdain.

With such courage, is he qualified to lead the British wizarding world?

Besides, he didn't need a wand to teach Fudge a profound lesson.

"Uh..." Godric's frankness made Fudge very difficult, and the professors at Hogwarts also got angry.

"Cornelly, don't be so ridiculous! Do you think Godric Longbottom would use the Imperius Curse to control Les Lint?!" Professor McGonagall's angry voice echoed over the classroom, and Fudge's face gradually turned red.

"No, this, how could this happen?! Minerva, who do you think I am? Forget it, now is not the time to talk about these things..." Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and gave instructions to the Aurors who accompanied him.

"It is said that Les fled in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Well, let's go investigate first." Fudge walked outside and said to Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, "Let's send out a wanted order for Les first, and emphasize that we want him alive."

For the Lint family's gold galleons' sake, Fudge added.

Scrimgeour nodded, then led his Aurors to escort Fudge towards the Forbidden Forest.

After searching the edge of the Forbidden Forest, they found nothing, but Fudge was satisfied because he felt he had done something.

On the way out of Hogwarts, he spoke incessantly to the reporter from the Daily Prophet about his views.

Fortunately, with the help of magic, the quill pen can record Fudge's words by itself, otherwise it would really improve the reporter's professional ability.

After walking out of the Hogwarts gate, Fudge immediately discovered that the Dementors were gone, and he became furious.

"Where are the Dementors? Where are the Dementors? I ordered them to wait here for me to come out, but now even the Dementors refuse to obey my orders?!"

Fudge, who was filled with anger, did not see the problem here, but the Aurors all reacted.

"Minister, I'm afraid it's not the Dementors that disobeyed your orders, but someone expelled them." Scrimgeour's voice quickly calmed Fudge down.

Fudge didn't hesitate for a second before he shouted, "It was Dumbledore! It had to be Dumbledore!"

He was no longer logical at this point. Even though Dumbledore had been under his nose for most of the time, Fudge still put the blame on Dumbledore.

Looking at Fudge's ugly appearance not far away, Les narrowed his eyes.

He uncorked a small potion bottle in front of him, and a puff of smoke with a faint green glow rose from it.

Les drew out his wand and waved it gently. A breeze came out from the tip of the wand and blew the smoke towards Fudge.

Fudge was speaking to the reporters at a rapid pace, but Kingsley in the crowd suddenly sniffed.

Rice noticed Kingsley's little action and frowned immediately: the Aurors were not as corrupt as he thought, but it was not a big problem.

Kingsley had already noticed something was wrong. He didn't care about anything else and shouted, "Everyone hold your breath--"

The next moment, a series of explosions were heard from the ground beneath their feet.

The dust was flying and the scene was in chaos.

Les no longer concealed himself, he revealed his figure, pointed the tip of his staff at Fudge's throat, and chanted the spell -

"Split into pieces!"

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