Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

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"Secretary? Magic agreement?"

At this moment, an abrupt voice came in.

Cornelius Fudge and others raised their heads, and saw Sirius suddenly stand up.

He scratched the shaggy black hair with some annoyance, smiled bitterly, and walked across the crowd towards the door.

"In this case, then I still don't listen, Professor Dumbledore, just say the result directly—"

As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius is well aware of Albus Dumbledore’s prudence in this regard. If the old wizard thinks that "the secret" is so important that it is worth signing a magic agreement, and even adopts the "Forgetting Curse" in the exit mechanism. "Insuring, that is by no means unusual.

The best way to keep a secret is to not know the secret.

"A secret? I'm not that interested either—"

Professor Sprout shrugged and glanced at the little witch she had planned to protect with a weird expression.

Judging from the current situation, if Dumbledore didn't make the rounds, Ministry of Magic officials might be the weaker party to be protected.

As for what secret Elena is hiding, Professor Sprout is not too curious—the students of Hufflepuff College can be said to have the most secrets and the weirdest. If every little wizard’s secrets she should pay attention to. If so, then she doesn't have to do other things every day.

More importantly, it is obviously dinner time, why are there so many little guys outside watching the excitement?

As the dean of Hufflepuff College, she had to take care of the children who wandered around during meals.

"I'm the same as Sirius. Since it's a secret, let fewer people know—"

"So, Mr. Minister, Dawlish and I are in charge of the guard outside the door, right?"

"Well, what's the matter, we will rush in immediately!"

As Professor Sprout and Sirius expressed their opinions, Professor Lupin, Kingsley, and Dawlish also stood up and walked outside the door.

As a "witness", Hermione was also signaled by Professor McGonagall and followed Sprout and others to leave the room. In the eyes of most professors and visitors from outside the school, the presence of this little witch was almost zero, even until When she left, many people just noticed her presence.

"call…"

Walking out of the dignified office, Hermione sighed softly.

She was absolutely crazy, and actually listened to the enchantment of the white hair dumpling and attacked the official professor.

Even with phantom magic, smoke and dust, and she used Elena’s wand as her "tool for crime", when she saw a group of professors gathered in the office, she was still unconsciously nervous and almost suffocated—not to mention , So many big shots came afterwards.

but…

Hermione's relief quickly turned into worry, and she looked at the confinement door uneasily.

"That white-haired dumpling, this time is too messy, the Ministry of Magic and the school board may not let her off easily—"

at the same time.

Hogwarts Teacher's Office.

As the office door closed again, the room fell into a strange silence for a while.

"Okay, okay," Cornelius Fudge looked around, and he returned to his previous self-confidence. "Professor Dumbledore, can you tell us why now? What is so special about this little girl? So that she dared to provoke the Ministry of Magic repeatedly and twice."

Obviously, with the departure of Sirius and others, the "Dumbledore camp" in the office was visibly weakened.

Except for Minerva McGonagall and the unpredictable Professor "Apocalis", almost all the rest are solid allies on Cornelius Fudge's side—plus two guards outside the door. An elite Auror, the gap between the numbers of the two sides has reached more than three or four times.

This undoubtedly greatly strengthened Cornelius Fudge's confidence, and now the situation in the office is completely in the hands of the Ministry of Magic.

"According to what I got, she should be from a Muggle orphanage in the Scottish Highlands, right?"

Lucius Malfoy said slowly, giving Elena a condescending glance, and a hint of sarcasm rose from the corner of his mouth.

"Unless her real surname is'Dumbledore', I really don't understand which child of the magic family can be regarded as such an extraordinary value by you-of course, from the perspective of past history, you have always treated orphans equally Loving…"

"Obviously, she is certainly not a child of the Dumbledore family, Mr. Malfoy."

Dumbledore said softly, his eyes fixed on Fudge, and after a two-second pause, he said in a deep voice.

"Elena Kaslana is just her name in the Muggle orphanage, and she is in the magic world, and a relative is alive-I just learned this news last year. I think you should have heard of it. The name of her grandfather, Gellert Grindelwald."

"The Dark Lord that you defeated decades ago? Is your news reliable?"

Amelia Burns, the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, pushed her glasses and her expression became serious.

"Very reliable, this is not a rumor circulating in the world—"

Dumbledore sighed, glanced over someone watching the show, and shrugged helplessly.

"Last year when I went to Neumongarde Castle, Gellert Grindelwald personally confessed the identity of Miss Kaslana."

"Grindelwald? It's an old and obsessive black wizard—"

Umbridge raised his eyebrows and snorted indifferently, the disdain and ridicule in his tone without any disguise.

"Besides, if I remember correctly, the dark wizard should still be locked in Newmontgarde Castle. Sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I really don't understand what a descendant of a dark wizard is entitled to have privileges... In fact, In my opinion, this kind of broken seed shouldn't be eligible to enter the school from the beginning. Now is the perfect opportunity to fix the mistake, break her wand and lock her with her grandfather. "

Close...Close together?

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched, as if thinking of some unbearable past.

If fate allowed him to choose again, Dumbledore would never throw Elena to the Castle of Newmontgard just to save time.

And the most outrageous thing is that now, in terms of emotions and document procedures, Grindelwald has really become the elder of that little girl? !

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, no matter what kind of'compassion' promises you have made to that dark wizard."

Cornelius Fudge's expression became relaxed, and while turning the top hat in his hand, he said smoothly.

"Look...As the Minister of Magic, my position is difficult-we never compromise with the dark wizard. If she makes a mistake, she will be punished accordingly. And considering her family genes-I mean family history The impact of-maybe we have to be more cautious and strict..."

"I agree with Mr. Minister that the Hogwarts board of directors is to ensure an objective and fair existence."

Lucius Malfoy glanced at Elena meaningfully, and whispered indifferently.

"To be honest, I don't think there is any need to keep this matter secret."

At the same time, although Professor McGonagall did not speak, he also looked at Dumbledore with a puzzled expression.

Obviously, in the eyes of most people, Grindelwald is too far away from this era, so far away that his name is not even as loud as Death Eaters like Peter Pettigrew-of course, another reason is that Grindelwald was originally The most powerful period did not involve Britain.

"Ah, judging from the chocolate frog card, of course there is nothing wrong with this understanding."

Dumbledore nodded lightly, removed his glasses from the bridge of his nose, and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly.

"However, if you read the literature carefully, you will notice that Gellert Grindelwald and other wizards and criminals are slightly different."

Dumbledore said that his gaze slowly swept across the faces of Fudge, Umbridge, Lucius and others, "Grindelwald was'self-imprisoned' at the Castle of Newmontgard, when he was going to be released from prison. , Almost no one can stop him. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Will the International Wizarding Federation allow such a thing to exist? Well, how did he escape the sentence?!"

Cornelius Fudge frowned, apparently aware of some of Dumbledore's concerns, or that he felt he was aware of it.

The "old and weakened version of Voldemort" that can be escaped at any time, this threat is of course impossible to ignore. As a wizard who defeated but did not completely defeat Grindelwald, Dumbledore's prudence is not incomprehensible. ,but…

"Oh, dear Professor Dumbledore, I think you might have made a fuss."

Umbridge put on a false smile and said sweetly, like a roundworm in Fudge's belly, helping him to tell his thoughts.

"The Ministry of Magic has never been afraid of the threat of dark wizards. One of our jobs is to combat the dark forces—not to mention an old thing that has been imprisoned in a foreign castle for decades. The huge Auror lineup can also be easily arrested. If you are worried about the dark wizard's revenge, we can even preemptively control him at the Castle of Newmontgard..."

"Of course, the Ministry of Magic is indeed more reassuring and more prosperous than ever."

Dumbledore said politely, glanced at Fudge calmly, blinked, and suddenly turned.

"If Voldemort can be better understood by you as a comparison, the biggest difference between Grindelwald and Voldemort is that after his downfall, his followers-who call themselves'saints'-were not judged. Many of them are still active or secluded in every corner of the magic world, which is one of the reasons why the International Wizarding Federation cannot do any more."

"Saints? Death Eaters from abroad?"

Connelly Fudge couldn't help but sneered, and shook his head disapprovingly.

"Well, then they... well, how many people are there in that'saint'-let's count the heyday, you can estimate it, and then think about it, do they dare to go to England to be presumptuous? The guard of Azkaban I keep complaining about not enough prisoners."

"Heyday? I don't know the exact number, but I guess at least there are..."

Dumbled looked at Grindelwald who was not far away with a weird expression, and after a few seconds of groaning, he slowly stretched out a finger.

"Ten? One dozen?"

"Well, there won't be a hundred people, right?"

Connelly Fudge guessed casually, UU read www.uukanshu.com, shrugging his shoulders and pretending to analyze.

"If there are really one hundred, then based on the number of Aurors in the Ministry of Magic, we have to recruit 30 people before we can roughly match the number of'foreign Death Eaters' who lived in the last century. It’s really a lot of pressure—"

"No, Connelly..."

Dumbledore shook his head with complicated expression, and said softly.

"At least, I mean, conservatively, there is at least one British magician with as many people as possible."

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