[GGAD] Adherent

The third issue of the "Daily Prophet" in the [-]th century was a big seller. The headlines of the newspaper printed the facts and topics that people are most concerned about. In the most conspicuous photo, a man in a suit and a black top hat is watching He gave a vivid speech in front of countless cameras.

That's Faris Spavin, the current Minister for Magic.

The original text in the newspaper read: In the face of doubts from hundreds of people, the Minister of Magic may exclude Hogwarts from the list of suspects for attacking the Ministry of Magic.

But newspapers are the one-sided words of reporters after all, and those who read newspapers do not know the real situation of the day.When Sparvin saw the thousands of eyes directed at him, the countless people raising their wands to the sky, and acknowledging that he was responsible for the attack on the Ministry of Magic, he couldn't hold back his face anymore. With a dignified expression, he took out a small handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the front with a dazed look.

He understood that it was impossible for Hogwarts to do such a thing. If he wanted to limit the power and influence of Hogwarts in this way, he had to forcibly suppress the crowd in front of him who might riot at any time.

But Sparvin would not do this. The Ministry of Magic is the government of their wizards, and its original intention was to establish a just magical world.If it weren't for his insistence on this point, it would be impossible for him to become the longest-serving minister so far.

He slowly raised his wrinkled hand, and only after the audience fell silent, he cleared his throat and announced tremblingly: "Hogwarts has nothing to do with the attack on the Ministry of Magic!"

After the words fell, the boiling crowd fell silent instantly. They dropped their wands, and then all stared at Faris without saying a word.

They're clearly not satisfied with the answer yet.

At this time, a wizard wearing a purple robe slowly came into the sight of the crowd. He was the chief magician of the Wizengamot.He bowed respectfully to Spavin, then took off the red hat on his head, and said to Faris with a smile in a voice that everyone could not hear: "Master, it is time for us to stand aside gone."

Under the spotlight, Spavin finally took off his top hat. He raised his head, moved the crutch in his hand to the front of his body, and folded his hands on top.

After all, the world is the world of young people.

He didn't know that this was a premeditated impeachment, but it was only the dissatisfaction of the masses caused by his wrong choice to restrict Hogwarts.

Of course, who had attacked the Ministry of Magic, he didn't think he could find out, and if there were a thousand faces before him, there were a thousand people who could be arrested for good reason.

This is a well-designed change, in order to replace the Ministry of Magic with a batch of fresh blood.

Who designed it, no way of knowing, but apparently that person was successful.

Spavin has been in the position of minister for nearly half a century, and he is actually quite a competent minister, except that he was beaten up by the horse because of a joke that was not nutritious.

He smiled self-deprecatingly. The only thing people can remember about him is that he is the most verbose minister in the history of the Ministry of Magic.

There was snow in the sky, and the snowflakes slowly fell on the top of Spavin's pale head. He stepped out slowly and stood aside gloriously. At this time, the 144-year-old man leaned on a cane and silently left everyone's sight. It seems a little lonely, but also free and easy.

Of course, this matter will not spread to the entire magic world so quickly, and naturally it will not be known to the people in the burning Forbidden Forest immediately.

At this moment, Albus's eyes were dark red and bright blue. His flames couldn't hurt him, and he was sure Grindelwald's couldn't either.He walked forward slowly, paused in front of the flame, and then took that step without hesitation.

Just as he expected, he walked in front of Ivelios safe and sound, passed through the bright blue flame, and accepted the other's surprised gaze calmly.

At this moment, Albus is Grindelwald's most sincere believer, the flames are constantly beating around him, he straightens his back like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, and smiles, but there is no smile at all.

"Albus Dumbledore, you lied to us." Evelios said, "Go to your fiancée, it was a conspiracy between you and the man behind you that brought us here!"

"No." Albus retorted, "It was you who proposed to come here, to find Phoenix."

"Where's the phoenix?" Ivelios raised his wand and pointed it at Albus, but this action caused Grindelwald behind him to frown. the opponent's hand.

"How did you catch Fox?" After Albus asked, seeing the puzzled look in his eyes, he added, "It's that phoenix."

Grindelwald's hand holding the wand did not fall, and Evelios, who had no weapon, could not advance or retreat. His eyes looked back and forth between Albus and Grindelwald, and sweat slid from his cheeks to his neck.

Finally, he had to open his mouth and said: "We chained it up and locked it in a closed room on the fourth basement floor. Every four hours, we changed a group of wizards to guard it, but still This phoenix cannot be tamed."

After finishing speaking, Ivirios looked up at Albus and said, "It won't surrender to anyone, even if you get it."

Albus smiled, it was the first time he heard someone say this to him, and he instantly felt a little ridiculous.The flames scorched the surrounding air, and they seemed to only hurt hostile people. There were countless trees standing in the fire, but there was no sign of scorching.

"What I just said is true." Albus continued, "Want to know who my old friend is? The one behind me is not my old friend."

Hearing this, Grindelwald stepped forward, and the word "fiancee" that popped out of Evelios's mouth earlier did not escape his ears. He glanced at Albus from the corner of his eye, wondering what the other party was saying. Seeing himself say something nonsense.

Albus raised his hand to his mouth, and whistled loudly. He looked up, and at some point in the originally gloomy sky, a ray of sunlight shone through the clouds.

From the other side of the sky came bursts of high-pitched birdsong, which was the singing of a phoenix, which reached Albus's ears and made his heart clear instantly.

The singing of the phoenix can strengthen people's courage. Fox, accompanied by its melodious singing, slowly flies from the sky. It seems to be a divine bird returning from mythology. It seems that everything it touches has been purified.

Fox slowly landed on Albus's shoulders. It seemed to be seeing an old friend whom it hadn't seen for a long time, and it seemed to be full of the joy of finding it again. Fox rubbed its face against Albus affectionately.

The wounds on its body have long been healed by the nourishment of tears, Fawkes flapped its wings several times in place, and Albus raised his hand to make it jump onto his arm.

Evelios stared wide-eyed, looking at Albus in disbelief.

"My old friend." Albus introduced, "Phoenix Fawkes."

Phoenix seldom succumbed to others, and Evelios watched all this in disbelief, the scene in front of him was simply unheard of for him.

Ivirios felt that he had no way to retreat, and suddenly became a deflated ball. Albus and Grindelwald stared at him intently. He took half a step back, and his back suddenly touched him. up the trunk.

Evelios said: "The Ministry of Magic does not change easily."

"It's not up to you to decide whether to change or not." Grindelwald said coldly, "The change has already begun."

Seeing that the two people in front of him didn't respond, Ivirios also gave up his plan to persuade him. He leaned his back against the tree trunk and panted heavily.

Albus continued: "In the less than 200 years since its establishment, the Ministry of Magic has been doing its best to maintain the balance between the wizarding world and the Muggle world. We cannot deny this. But if you can, can you Put Phineas into Azkaban based on your own imagination. Not only him, as long as anyone who threatens you, being raped in Azkaban is their only end."

The fire around the flames became smaller, and Albus continued: "Although Phineas is not likable, he is a feudal and stubborn little old man. His idea of ​​​​pure blood supremacy and his preference for Slytherin make me feel ashamed." Nor do I agree, but obviously, he wouldn't do anything against Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, or even the entire world of the Ministry of Magic. Not just him, not anyone else at this school."

Of course, except for the second-generation Dark Lord who has not yet been born, but that is something that Albus will not consider until a long time later.

Ivirios was instantly speechless by Albus's words. He was racking his brains to think of a rebuttal, but he saw a gray-black owl swooping down on him.

The owl was holding a newspaper and a letter. The newspaper was the third issue of the Daily Prophet just published, and the letter was from the Ministry of Magic.

He opened the envelope and saw that the contents of the letter stunned him for a while. Albus saw that his expression gradually became serious, and then turned his head to see Grindelwald's normal face.

When his eyes fell on Ivirios again, he only heard the other party say: "Maybe you are right, you won, and I was fired."

Albus and Grindelwald didn't do anything to Evelios, they watched his lonely back when he left, and the latter came up and stood side by side with Albus.

"I didn't win." Albus looked at Grindelwald and smiled, "You won, and it was a win-win. So can you tell me the whole thing now?"

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