Chinese students at Hogwarts.

hiss! Malfoy next to him had already made an unusually obvious intake of breath sound.

Not just him, almost all the little wizards in the auditorium were expressing their surprise in various ways.

Those little wizards who were not sensitive to this aspect just thought it was very cool that the principal did this.

But purebloods like Malfoy, who have a "family background", can faintly feel the stormy waves below.

On the rostrum, Professor McGonagall knocked over the soup bowl, and Professor Flitwick dropped the lucky cloud. The professors were holding newspapers and looked even more shocked than the little wizard.

"What does Principal Zhang Dumbledore want to do?"

Malfoy asked in a low voice, his face a little pale. Ever since he met Zhang, Malfoy's position has been leaning towards Dumbledore little by little.

One of the important reasons why Lucius and his wife agreed that Malfoy should continue to come to school was because Dumbledore was here.

As long as Dumbledore is around, Voldemort will not dare to attack the students of Hogwarts. This is recognized by everyone.

Pretty much the same, actually.

Seeing that Zhang didn't speak, Malfoy couldn't control his anxiety, moved closer to Zhang Xiao, and whispered:

“Zhang, impeachment is not a problem, but the problem is that impeachment failed.

This will make people mistakenly think that Dumbledore has lost his previous influence, and they will think that Dumbledore is old and no longer useful.

Zhang, do you understand?

The reason why Lao Wang gradually lost power was because he failed to execute the minister for the first time. "

Zhang Xiao put down the newspaper and nodded. Of course he understood what Malfoy said. Either the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind overpowers the east wind.

It's a matter of wind direction.

In the original book, Dumbledore was actually giving in all the time. His biggest resistance was just saying "You can't catch me" and then using the Phoenix to escape.

But it's different now. Dumbledore, who has found a method that suits him, is definitely not the kind of person who acts recklessly.

Combined with his identity as the old Riddler and the old Thousand Layer Cake.

You have to try to think in the direction that Fudge may make a small profit, but Dumbledore wins.

"Draco, generally speaking, what would Fudge do if he wanted revenge?"

Zhang Xiao suddenly asked.

Malfoy thought for a while and replied in a low voice:

"If nothing else, I will definitely smear him in the newspaper first and then deprive Dumbledore of his position.

In fact, if Dumbledore hadn't lost his position, Fudge wouldn't have been able to do anything. "

Is that so? Zhang Xiao nodded thoughtfully.

Hmm. In the original book, Dumbledore seems to have lost his two positions as Chief of the Wizengamot and President of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Fudge also considered revoking Dumbledore's First Class Order.

If Dumbledore wins, then he must first admit that he would be happy to lose these two positions.

Why would Dumbledore want to lose these two seats?

Zhang Xiao pinched his chin, and suddenly remembered that before heading to the cave, Dumbledore rushed over in a hurry, and was very happy that he had escaped the boring meeting again.

If you think about it this way, it's possible that Dumbledore was tired of these meetings and wanted to get rid of them.

This is the case with some things. If the direction of thinking is wrong, even those with great wisdom will find it difficult to understand the key to the matter.

When Zhang Xiao did the opposite, he found that everything seemed to have a reasonable explanation.

After getting rid of the shackles, I warned Fudge. Although I didn't know what price Fudge would have to pay to take away these two positions, it would definitely not be easy.

Thinking about it this way, Dumbledore won three times! Maybe more than I thought.

Zhang Xiao calmed down his thoughts, folded the newspaper, and asked Xiao Ma, who was still worried, a direct question.

"Draco, which one are you afraid of, the Dark Lord or Fudge?"

"No need to ask, of course it's the Dark Lord!"

"But the Dark Lord has no position, why are you afraid of him?"

"He is so powerful that he can destroy the Ministry of Magic alone! Compared to him, Fudge is trash!

So I’m sure—”

Malfoy suddenly closed his mouth, looking thoughtful.

"So you found the problem?" Zhang Xiao said slowly: "Dumbledore doesn't need those things. Some people are obsessed with playing power."

"Zhang, you're right, Dumbledore doesn't need that."

In the first Potions class of school, Snape immediately brought everyone back to the past.

He kept using his unique aria-like speaking style behind everyone's back, mercilessly sarcastic about every Gryffindor he saw.

Not even Hermione escaped his venomous tongue.

At that time, Hermione was handling the ingredients of the potion in a textbook way.

But he heard Snape's contemptuous snort:

"Inspiring nerd, Miss Granger, do you only follow the textbook?"

No one knew what this sentence meant, but Zhang Xiao had a rough guess.

Hermione bit her lip and glared hard at Snape's back, but didn't say anything, but her movements were more standard and perfect.

Ron and Harry, in addition to being deducted points, also tried to comfort Hermione:

"Ignore this disgusting old bat, Hermione, you are the best Potions student in your year.

Oh yes, and Zhang. "

"Yes." Ron answered, leaned forward, hid his face behind the crucible, and said mysteriously:

"Guys, do you notice something isn't right about Old Bat?"

Although Hermione did not participate in the discussion, her little ears hidden in her thick long hair moved, and her body unconsciously rubbed towards Harry and Ron.

"I feel the same way, Ron, tell me."

A series of incurable diseases such as dragon pox had flashed through Harry's mind.

"I think he may be acquainted with Professor Lupin-" Ron quickly told the information he knew.

"I had a stomachache that day. On the way to the toilet, I happened to bump into Lupine and Professor Snape talking. I couldn't understand the names they said, but the two of them seemed to have had a feud before."

A holiday? Later, Sirius seemed to have said that they were classmates with Snape when they were in school.

Harry's eyes sparkled, and he eagerly wanted to know more details.

"Everyone, come and take a look -" Snape's deep and gloomy voice sounded from behind the crucible.

Harry and Ron shook their heads and raised their heads stiffly, only to find that Snape had already filled a spoon with some of their potion.

"Orange--"

Snape drawled, as if he was very happy that the potion that should have been green turned orange.

"Tell me, Potter, Weasley -

Didn't you two bring your brains with you today?

Didn't you hear me say, clearly, that all it takes is a drop of mouse bile?