HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Executioner McNeil was clearly unhappy that the hippogriff's head had not been beheaded.He had been trying to ask Dumbledore and Fudge to send people to search for the 'dangerous creature', and when Hagrid happily moved out his wine bottle, he couldn't help but suspect that Hagrid had deliberately let Buckbeak go.

After learning that Buckbeak's life was not in danger, the upright half-giant didn't take the words of the executioner from the Ministry of Magic to heart at all, but this greatly spoiled the interest of several others.They politely declined the enthusiastic Hagrid's request to stay, only drank a few glasses of wine, and prepared to leave after not staying long in the guard's cabin in the Forbidden Forest.

As Minister of Magic, Fudge didn't take the Hippogriff's escape to heart at all.He was happy not to have to witness the executioner's bloody beheading of the hippogriff, and he didn't even want to stay at Hogwarts much-after all, the dementors of the Ministry of Magic can only stay in Az The ones guarded by Caban, the others are basically in Hogwarts.

Naturally, Dumbledore could not have let Fudge go without fulfilling his purpose of inviting Fudge to Hogwarts.

It was his bottom line to allow the dementors to surround Hogwarts like they guarded Azkaban, not to mention that these monsters had tried to attack his students.This time, no matter what, let Fudge nod and remove the dementor.

Because of drinking a little wine, Fudge's attitude towards Dumbledore became much more natural.There was a blush on his round cheeks, and the effects of the alcohol were already beginning to show.

A few people left Hagrid's hut, and the alcohol was more and more on their heads because of the stimulation of the cool wind.

As the host, Dumbledore led a few slightly drunk Ministry of Magic officials towards Hogwarts Castle.Compared to other foggy-eyed Ministry of Magic officials, his blue eyes were still as clear as ever, and he hadn't taken much alcohol.

As he walked, he negotiated with Fudge, who had become much more talkative after being drunk, about removing the dementors.

Fudge didn't want to simply remove these monsters who didn't live in the school to demonstrate the control of the Ministry of Magic, even if the influence of alcohol made his head a little dizzy, men who wanted to assert their rights over Dumbledore Still insisting on playing bureaucratic with Dumbledore.

While walking, the Whomping Willow dancing violently ahead caught the old man's attention.

He glanced at the precious tree from a distance, and recognized two figures swaying by the tree.Dumbledore's original polite smile suddenly withdrew, and doubts flashed in his eyes behind the glasses.Before he could react, the branch of the tree that had been whipped by the maddened tree suddenly stopped, and the two figures under the tree disappeared suddenly.

"Albus? Albus?" Fudge, whose alcoholism had faded slightly, called in doubt. He looked in the direction of Dumbledore's gaze, and found nothing unusual.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly realized that the plants in our school need to be pruned." The serious headmaster came back to his senses, and smiled at the two representatives from the Association for Execution of Dangerous Creatures who were looking at the Whomping Willow because of Fudge's words. for a moment.

"Ah, yes, that's true," said Fudge nonchalantly.

"Let me tell you, Albus, your headmaster is no less relaxed than the Minister of Magic - you have to take care of everything, and the safety of the students is also your responsibility - just like last year -"

There was a smile in Dumbledore's eyes: "That's true, but it's also very pleasant to be with these innocent children." He interrupted Fudge imperceptibly, and the few people around him were not at all happy. I don't think it's wrong.

The old man's voice sank, but his expression still looked very relaxed.

"The safety of the students is of paramount importance—but—Connelly, haven't you noticed that the biggest safety hazard now doesn't come from the campus." He said as if joking.

"That's right, that's right," Fudge's face changed slightly, "Black is indeed a big problem, but we have already dispatched enough manpower and arranged guards around Hogwarts—"

While speaking, several people had already walked to the steps in front of the castle.Fudge's intentional misinterpretation of the topic made Dumbledore a little displeased. He frowned and looked at Mr. Minister a little sternly.

"Actually, I don't think dementors have played any role in guarding Hogwarts—" he said, "quite the contrary—this semester alone, Black has—"

"Severus?" The old man's words stopped strangely, and he looked at the Potions Master who appeared hurriedly at the end of the corridor.

The head of Slytherin had a strange look on his face, and it looked like a kind of gleeful hatred - like those who are about to get their revenge.His steps were surprisingly quick, and the tight robe that had always wrapped his body almost floated behind his back.

Hearing the familiar call from Dumbledore, Snape slowed down a little.But he just turned his gaze from the front to the old man, without any intention of stopping.

"—going to see the Whooping Willow, I see it needs a little pruning." Dumbledore was not at all worried that Snape would understand him.Thinking of Potter and Granger who had appeared under the Whomping Willow before, his eyebrows subconsciously frowned—although Snape's expression made him a little concerned, it was too late to worry about it.

"Of course, Mr. Headmaster," Snape replied quickly, grinning and eyes sparkling with excitement.Before the words fell, he quickly passed through the gap between several people and disappeared outside the gate of the castle.

Fudge looked suspiciously at the direction where the Potions Professor disappeared: "He—"

"Oh, probably to collect some potions."

"Mr. Minister, Mr. Dumbledore," the older wizard from the Society for Execution of Dangerous Creatures suddenly said, "Since the dangerous creature has escaped, we will leave first."

"Won't you come to my office again?" Dumbledore turned his head.

The skinny old wizard shook his head: "The stairs I climbed today are enough for my old bones."

Hearing this, Dumbledore nodded.He turned back and sent the old wizard and McNeill to the door, saying goodbye to them kindly.

The sky outside the castle was already dark at this time, and only the silhouette of the neighbor in the distance could be vaguely seen.Dumbledore glanced in the direction of the Whomping Willow with some concern, and closed the castle gate with his hand.

The Minister of Magic had already sobered up more than half of his wine at this time.Recalling the previous conversation with Dumbledore, the sensitivity of a politician suddenly made him realize something.

"Connelly?" Dumbledore turned around, "Where did we just talk?"

"Speaking of Black—" Fudge replied, narrowing his eyes, which were already a little squeezed by the flesh, "Albus, I just heard you mention the Whomping Willow—is it true that the Hogwarts demon Is Professor Yao still in charge of gardening?"

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I, I'm late again QAQ

It is estimated that the third part will take two chapters to finish. I will write a paper this week. I will try not to affect the update [If it affects it, I hope everyone understands it]

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