The Necromancer of Hogwarts

Squeak.

The door to Dumbledore's office was pushed open.

Dumbledore, whose face was full of exhaustion, looked at the visitor, who turned out to be Filch, the castle manager.

Seeing him, Dumbledore sighed softly.

"Mr. Filch, is that why you're here?"

"Have you made a decision?"

Filch had an unprecedented calmness on his face, as if he got the courage to support himself from nowhere.

He nodded: "Yes, Principal Dumbledore."

"I am very grateful to you. Even though you knew I was a squib, you were still willing to take me in and make me the administrator of Hogwarts Castle. This is the greatest luck in my life."

"But I can't run away like this anymore, Mr. Principal, my peers are running around crying, and I can make their voices louder by standing up."

"I want to join their rally, Mr. Principal, and I also want to clarify to them that you have done what you can for the Squib group, and it is not like what the malicious voices outside said..."

Dumbledore took off his glasses, wiped the dirty lenses, and sighed heavily.

"Go ahead, Mr. Filch, it's a brave decision."

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

"I see your progress, Mr. Filch."

"I think you have a true Gryffindor heart."

Filch showed a flattered smile on his face, saluted Dumbledore, and then left Hogwarts Castle with his luggage.

In the principal's office, Dumbledore watched Filch leave, not knowing what to think.

"The human heart is the most powerful magic in the world."

"This experience has once again strengthened my thoughts. It is already the third day of meditation..."

Dumbledore shook his head bitterly, feeling a mountain-like pressure on his body.

He sat at the desk in the principal's office and wrote a letter to the Daily Prophet, explaining his sympathy for the Squibs and the fact that he was indeed unable to solve the Squibs' treatment.

In this letter, Dumbledore kicked the prickly ball to the Ministry of Magic.

"I have always sympathized with the Squibs. I have always considered them part of the wizarding community, and I myself have tried my best to provide jobs for the Squibs."

"There is one staff member at Hogwarts who cannot use magic, but he relies on his diligence to make Hogwarts Castle as clean as new. His work achievements are obvious to everyone in the wizarding world and are very impressive."

"But please forgive me, most people are quite familiar with the situation at Hogwarts. There really are no redundant jobs available at Hogwarts."

"I think the problem of employment in the wizarding world should be solved by our Ministry of Magic. I sincerely hope that the Ministry of Magic can introduce a solution as soon as possible to help this special group of squibs integrate into the life of the wizarding world."

……

Filch carried his suitcase and came to the street where he had been away for a long time.

At the end of the street is the Ministry of Magic, and the open space outside is already full of people.

These people are all Squibs who have come from all over the magic world. So far, nearly a hundred Squibs have come here to hold a sit-in rally.

Each of them held a sign in their hands that read: "I want to work!"

They did not use any violent threats. Everyone followed the leader's request, showed the peaceful image of the Squibs to the magical world, and strived for the greatest sympathy from the wizards in the magical world.

Due to their large number, in order not to affect the normal travel of members of the Ministry of Magic, the crowd made way for a road that could accommodate two or three people at the same time.

Now every member of the Ministry of Magic has to walk between these squibs on their way to and from get off work.

The squibs would only ask them in a low voice: "Sir, what department are you in? Can you provide us with a job?"

No one can bear this kind of pressure, not to mention having to go through two rounds of gaze baptism every day. As long as there is still a little bit of conscience, it feels a bit unbearable.

Even officials within the Ministry of Magic have expressed sympathy for the Squibs' plight. They have held several rounds of meetings in the past few days to communicate this problem with unprecedented efficiency, hoping to come up with a solution.

But the trouble is, there are nearly a hundred Squibs gathering outside right now, and the Ministry of Magic is unable to solve their urgent work problems.

There are no jobs and no money for resettlement, so what can they do?

"Shit...what should we do?"

"If this matter can't be solved anymore, I'll be finished!"

The current Minister of Magic is going crazy. What's going on?

He even discussed with Scrimgeour whether to use Aurors to drive away all these squibs.

Scrimgeour just pointed outside: "Are you crazy?"

"Reporters from the Daily Prophet and a dozen tabloid reporters are outside, reporting on the situation of these squibs every day."

"As long as you dare to expel them, the magical world will explode immediately. Do you know what kind of reputation we will get? Our reputation will probably be as bad as that of the Death Eaters. We can't even think about continuing to do this!"

"And there are not only squibs here, but wizards also come to support the actions of these squibs."

"Expulsion? I must warn you, all members of the Ministry of Magic must not even say a single curse word, otherwise public opinion will skin us and tear us apart!"

The Minister of Magic's hair turned white, and his face was full of depression: "Then what should we do with these squibs?"

"Damn it, dumb guns are coming one after another every day, and now I have to pretend to even go to work!"

Scrimgeour could only remain silent.

He is a good hand at dealing with the most heinous criminals.

But to deal with this situation?

Hell, the wizarding world has not heard of sit-ins in thousands of years. How should we deal with this? !

……

At this time, both Xiang Yu and Lucius laughed.

Xiang Yu said: "They can't bear the pressure anymore."

"In two days, if the current Minister of Magic cannot come up with a solution, he will have to take the blame and resign. There will not even be an unlucky person willing to take over the position of Minister of Magic."

"Mr. Malfoy, it's your turn to give them a way to survive."

Lucius nodded, straightened his appearance in the mirror, and then apparated from Malfoy Manor to the vicinity of the Ministry of Magic with his cane.

He moved slowly down the street, past the Squibs, as if he were on his way to the Ministry of Magic.

At this moment, someone in the crowd said: "This is the patriarch of the Malfoy family, who has countless properties in the magic world."

"If only Chief Malfoy would nod, we would definitely get a job."

"Dear Mr. Malfoy, can you help us? Each of us is very hardworking!"

Filch in the crowd was heartbroken.

He had met Lucius at Hogwarts more than once, so he naturally knew what a pure-blood noble was like.

In the eyes of pure-blood nobles, Squibs are probably worse than clay, so how can they get help from someone like Malfoy?

Lucius seemed to be the same way at first. He didn't even bother to look at these squibs and walked straight forward.

There was despair in the eyes of the Squibs, and unprecedented frustration enveloped their hearts.

Is it really impossible for me to integrate into the magic world?

Until the next moment, a dirty little hand grabbed Lucius's cane, and Lucius was forced to stop.

He looked down sullenly, only to see a pair of pure eyes, a little girl of twelve or thirteen looking at Lucius timidly.

"Mr. Malfoy...I have no home..."

"I want a family, I'm very capable, I can do laundry..."

Lucius took out his cane, and the Squibs next to him were all worried, fearing that Lucius would hurt the little girl who had offended him.

But no one expected that the next moment, Lucius sighed softly.

Regardless of the noble appearance, he squatted down, held the little girl's hand, gently touched the little girl's head, and said something into the little girl's ear.

Then Lucius stretched out his hand and pulled the hook with the little girl, as if they had agreed on something.

Click, click.

How could those reporters let go of such a classic scene? It would be one of the most shocking photos in the history of the wizarding world!

In the dazzling flashlight, Lucius's eyes were complicated, allowing reporters to perfectly capture the struggle between pride and humanity.

Until the end, Lucius showed a rare gentleness in his eyes and said something that made the magic world boil.

"The Malfoy family is willing to establish a Squib resettlement institution to take in all abandoned Squibs, provide them with education, and be responsible for providing jobs for all Squibs."

At this moment, after a brief silence, thundering cheers rang out.

The picture is so poor that you can see it, and you are invincible!