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Dumbledore's familiar face appeared at the door, and Amber felt a pain in his brain.

To be fair, facing so many people in the Inquisition just now is better than facing the trouble of a Dumbledore.

"Okay, Professor, what are you doing here?"

Amber put away the diary in his hand without a trace, and lay on the bed without any image.

Listening to the obvious dissatisfaction in Amber's tone, Dumbledore didn't care, sat down to the side, took out a packet of candy and handed it to Amber.

"Sweet treats are good for a good mood, and I'm sure your experience at the Ministry today won't be much better."

"Ah, thank you professor, what else do you have? 35'

Amber spread his dissatisfaction wantonly, although he has a flexible bottom line of tolerance for Dumbledore, but it does not mean that he is a soft persimmon.

Especially "600" is in this situation now.

If inappropriate show your edge. The old bee may really sacrifice himself again and again as a tool man.

"Actually Amber. I personally think it would be good for you to come to the Ministry of Magic, but I may not have taken your emotions into account. Here, please accept my sincere apologies."5

Feeling Amber's mood swings, Dumbledore simply admitted his mistake and stood up and bowed slightly to Amber.

Here we go, it's this set again.

Look at the sincere Dumbledore. Amber's eyes twitched wildly.

The old bee has always apologized sincerely and never repented. With a nutritious apology, he has attracted many people to die for him.

And given his status and age, the effect of such an apology is undoubtedly huge.

"Forget it, Professor, I'm fine here, and I need to find out who's going to shoot me. 35

Seeing Dumbledore take his seat again, Amber's tone softened.

Amber would not think that Dumbledore's apology was so sincere, and Dumbledore would not think so easily, Amber really believed in himself.

"I have a little clue about this."

Following Amber's thread, Dumbledore raised his finger.

Looking at the insignificant distance between his two fingers, Amber felt extremely helpless.

"Looks like it's Voldemort again, isn't it?"

"I always thought you were the smartest of the freshmen, Amber.

"Thanks for the compliment Professor, so you asked me to come to the Ministry of Magic to give Voldemort room to play?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"Amber, the reminder you gave me last time was very helpful, he made me have some guesses, and I need to get Voldemort to move to prove my guesses.

With that said, Dumbledore stood up. Walk slowly towards the door.

"As for the traitor in the Ministry of Magic, there is no need for you to investigate further, the Mr. Castro who took you away was a complete Death Eater back then.

"really!

Amber's eyes narrowed.

This way it all went well.

Watching Dumbledore leave the room, the door closed again.

Amber took out Fudge's diary again and studied it carefully.

Fudge has the same habits as a certain micro-manipulation master, but that micro-manipulation master is a political master and won't write everything in his diary.

Fudge clearly had no such awareness.

Coupled with Castro's identity, Amber vaguely sees a possible path from here.

"In that case, add another fire to our dear Minister of Magic.""

While talking to himself, Amber took out his magic phone.

After inputting magic to light up the phone, Amber smiled brightly as he looked at the list of friends with family crests as avatars in the communication list.

"Hey, Draco, you contact Lucius to help me with something.

"Edmund, I'm fine, eat well and sleep well here, I remember your family has something to do with the Daily Prophet, right, send me a few articles. 35

"Slughorn, help me cut off the supply of potions from the Ministry of Magic, just a few days... Okay, in the future, our potions will be purchased from you.

"Abraham don't sleep, start running..."

A small mobile phone instantly connected all the pure blood families.

Although some families look very inconspicuous alone, when the power of all people is brought together to target a certain organization, the energy it exerts is enough to make people tremble.

"What's going on? Why is this happening? What the hell is Castro doing?

In the Office of the Minister of Magic, Fudge roared at his secretary like a furious lion.

"Why does the kid who was captured have so much energy?"

"Minister... Minister, it shouldn't be like this, the Cadmus family has been in decline for nearly ten..."

"Decline? You call this decline?"

Hearing the secretary's explanation, Fudge was even more angry.

He grabbed the report on the table and smashed it at the secretary.

At the same time, the paper planes in the office flew toward his office one after another, and a tall document was placed on the table in an instant.

"Twenty-eight pure-blood families, except for the few that have cut off their inheritance, there are only three that have not made a clear statement.

"The rest completely blocked a series of support for the Ministry of Magic's potion equipment and other support because we were targeting the pure-blood descendants.

"You tell me, when our Aurors go out on a mission, what do they use to restore their magic power? Does Castro have an eyeless face on him?"

Fudge's roar resounded throughout the Ministry of Magic, and Castro, the initiator of this incident, had already been kicked home by him and suspended for reflection. 2.0

After an unknown amount of time, Fudge finally sat back on the chair angrily, reached out and picked up Amber's information sheet, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Can't you find any stains on that Cadmus?"

"Sorry, Minister, even the Bock family, one of the parties, refused to disclose any information.

"What about the rest, was there anything wrong with the school? Was there any punishment? Did you ever use magic in front of Muggles?35

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Minister."

"Okay okay, I got it. 95

Fudge put down the report in his hand, rubbed his cheeks with both hands, and kept entangled in his heart.

After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Let's make arrangements, I'll go see this aggrieved Mr. Cadmus in person.