Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Inside the drawing room of the ancient manor of the Carrow family, Gloucestershire, England.

Amicus Carlo is holding a magic quill filled with ink, sketching it on a spread newspaper.

On the side of the living room sofa beside him, besides his sister Alekto Carlo, there are seven or eight serious-looking middle-aged wizards, such as Hermetos from the Yaxley family. Willie of the Burst family...

Without exception, they were all wizards from various ancient pure-blood families in the magic world.

"The Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts have joined forces. The Gringotts Wizarding Bank and the Lestrange family are just the first two unlucky ghosts who happened to hit the blade. This is an extremely dangerous signal, everyone--"

Amicus Caro circled a few key words in the "Daily Prophet" a few months ago.

"Connelly Fudge, Dolores Umbridge... These greedy and decadent politicians have already turned away from our camp and become another force. They only care about their pockets and status. As for Abu Think Dumbledore, that old guy has never been with us, and he wished that more than half of the students at Hogwarts were mudbloods—"

The experience of the Lestrange family made many families of pure-blood wizards feel somewhat sad.

In the most arrogant period of Voldemort a dozen years ago, with the exception of a few pure-blood families standing on Dumbledore’s side, most of the pure-blood wizard families in the wizarding world were more or less related to the dark forces. involve.

"What can you do then? Are you going to try to run for Minister of Magic?"

Hermetos Yaxley raised and interrupted impatiently, a joking flashing over his mouth.

"Anyway, the Ministry of Magic does not dare to go too far. Unless you really have any evidence or foreign aid, even if Dumbledore moved the vault of the Gringotts Wizarding Bank to Hogwarts Castle, we would not have any opposition. ."

In fact, such a private gathering is not the first time.

But apart from complaining, they couldn't change anything, such as Lucius Malfoy's horror, they never came again after they came once, every time they used various business reasons to avoid them.

If it weren't for Amikus's vows this time that there was heavy news, the number of people present might have been less than half.

"Yeah, Amicus, say the point—"

Willie Bursted's pipe was tapped on the table, and his brows twitched.

"You have also seen the fate of Peter Pettigrew and the Lestrange family. The consequences of rashly confronting the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts are just like that. The Dark Lord is missing. I don’t intend to end up in prison. Tragic end."

"Mr. Burst, do you know that about a few days ago, Dumbledore, Newt, the British Ministry of Magic... and a large group of top wizards went to the Russian magic world to chase down the Dark Lord and search for the remaining Death Eaters together? ?"

"I don't know," Willie Burst heard the news and couldn't help being taken aback, and said, "I didn't see the relevant news in the Daily Prophet. If it is such a big international news, we cannot No sound of wind was heard."

"This is because the Ministry of Magic has jointly blocked relevant reports. They don't want people to know too much."

Alecto Carlo raised his head, looked around at the wizards in the hall, and whispered.

"The Dark Lord did not disappear as the Ministry of Magic said. His footprints have spread from England to the rest of the world quietly. This is why Dumbledore and others joined forces-compared to a decade ago, The coming back of the Dark Lord will be even more terrifying... Peter Pettigrew and the Russian magic world are just the beginning."

Willie Bursted looked at Alexto Carlo's face, and the woman's eyes flashed with disturbing fanaticism.

"But what does this mean?"

Mr. Burst frowned and spoke out his doubts.

"Since the Ministry of Magic of various countries hopes to solve this matter quietly, we should stay away from this matter! If the one who is facing the chase of the entire magical world, no matter how secretly planned, the winning rate will be close to zero. right?"

"Yes," Amikus Carlo nodded in agreement, "Unless the Ministry of Magic of all countries is not monolithic, or someone intends to use this excuse to unify the magical world-there may be more than one person who may become the devil-eager to get higher There is more than one person with prestige and power. You guys, do you know what new professors there are at Hogwarts this year?"

"Nicole LeMay, Newt Scamander! Of course—there are many famous wizards! But if you say—"

"Don't you think? Why do these wizards who have lived in seclusion for so many years come back? What else can impress these wizards who have reached the top in their respective fields?! Immortality? So, what after that?"

For a moment, it was as if the air in the living room was suddenly drained.

Amid the slight crackling of the fireplace in the living room, people's eyes fell subconsciously on the newspaper in their hands.

At the center of the front page of the Daily Prophet that arrived today, Cornelius Fudge is vigorously explaining to the media that Hogwarts is undergoing new curriculum reforms, which looks like the excitement of a new minister. .

"Some people say that we are destroying the foundation of society. I think it is pure nonsense. The education of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has always been the cornerstone of our magical world, but we absolutely cannot stop our pace of innovation..."

"Because if there is no progress, it will stagnate and decline. Of course, at the same time, the practice of progress for progress should never be encouraged. Our traditions have been tempered and often do not require clumsy corrections. To achieve one This balance is between the old and the new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation..."

"... It is understandable that some old habits will be retained, and some habits are obsolete and must be discarded. Let us keep moving forward into a new era of enlightenment, efficiency and sensibility, and resolutely maintain what we should maintain. Perfection requires perfection, and abandon those that we should prohibit..."

Perhaps for many ordinary wizards, these are just boring politicians' speeches.

But in the eyes of everyone present, the hidden meaning and sharpness behind this passage can't be said too clearly, and combined with Amikus Carlo's previous words, it makes people feel a sense of oppression.

"Did you mean," Hermetos Yax said in a low, husky voice, "The Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore..."

Tuk, tuk, tuk-

"Sorry, sorry, we shouldn't be too late, right?"

Before Hermetos's voice fell, the wooden door outside the meeting room made a rhythmic knock. Then, three wizards in gray high-collar trench coats appeared in front of everyone under the guidance of house elves.

The strange wizard in the lead nodded politely towards the living room, smiled and pointed to the emblem on his chest.

"Christopher Ryan, Head of Overseas Liaison Office, Magic Congress of the United States."

"American? Oh?"

Willie Burst narrowed his eyes and looked up and down the uninvited guests meaningfully.

"Dear Mr. Carlo, I don’t think it’s smart to involve foreigners—even if the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts have any ambitions, it’s a headache for other countries’ Ministry of Magic, right? It's a good thing instead."

"The premise is that they have not betrayed the wizarding class—"

Christopher Ryan raised the corner of his mouth and replied softly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Gentlemen, if Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the British Ministry of Magic are studying'Witcher's Sorrow', including its release method, and how to immunize and cure it... Who do you think it will be used for? If you use the excuse to clean up Voldemort's remnant party to launch an attack, who will be the first target of the experiment?"

Accompanied by Christopher's voice, the wizards present shivered in unison.

"I remember I mentioned it to you before. On our side, we usually call that person "mysterious man", "dark lord" or "person who can't even say a name". If you really want to cooperate From the purpose of ——"

Amikus Carlo stared at the American wizard with some irritation, and squeezed his voice coldly through his teeth.

These damn, arrogant, Yankees!

He is at least more than half sure, this guy must be on purpose!

"Sorry, you know... the Dark Lord on our side usually refers to another person, and we usually call it by name."

Christopher shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, explained briefly, and continued.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the British Ministry of Magic, oh, yes... and the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, they are trying to form an alliance in the form of an alliance that is above all in the wizarding world-Fu... …The mysterious person may be one of the baits and targets they deliberately release so that they can properly interfere and affect any piece of land."

"Impossible! The Dark Lord cannot work for politicians, Muggle-loving hypocrites!"

Amicus Caro waved his hand and interrupted slightly roughly.

"Of course, but if it's a use..."

Christopher Ryan said, looking at Amikos jokingly, and said softly.

"If you unknowingly let the'mysterious man' become a target, is it possible to logically define all the ideas supported and advocated by the'mysterious man' as evil, abandon those that should be prohibited, innovate, and move forward..."

"Then, it is natural to get close to Muggles, learn Muggle knowledge, and lower the status of pure-blood wizards—"

"It's ridiculous!"

Willie Boss frowned and retorted loudly.

"The Ministry of Magic and the Hogwarts Board of Directors will never allow this to happen—"

Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged wizard stopped suddenly, and Willie Burst flashed through his daughter's letter a few days ago in his mind. It seemed that there was a professor who was "not able to magic". Teach them how to count.

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"Oh, really not? You should know better than us... At this time, the changes in Hogwarts, even in the Ifamuni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States, are now being discussed by many people. What about those new courses."

Christopher Ryan took a look and suddenly stopped Willie Burst, and said softly with a sneer.

"It seems that we should have reached a preliminary consensus? There have been many idiots who are obsessed with Muggles in the magical world, but they have never succeeded. Because as long as they show their deadly feet, the overwhelming condemnation and opposition will be there. Submerged them in an instant, even the most powerful wizard is no exception, the savior can be helped by the new order..."

"In the Magic Congress of the United States, the ministers of magic have always been selected under the approval and guidance of the oldest, long-standing, and prestigious families of pure-blood wizards. I think it is a pity that the British magical community has lost these traditions."

"The Gringotts Wizarding Bank has completely fallen. Fortunately, there are still remnants of fire in America..."

Christopher Ryan raised his palm, and the two wizards standing behind him stepped forward, took out the same money bag as the number of people in the living room from their arms, and placed it on the wooden coffee table in the middle of the living room.

"This is a little heart, as a symbol of our friendship...Three thousand Jin Jialong, a meeting ceremony."

"Oh, Gringotts America? Are the fairies on your side reliable?"

Hermetos Yaxley reached out his hand, picked up a purse, and asked thoughtfully.

"If you say...I plan to save some pocket money over there, do you have any channels to help us solve it?"

"Of course, as much as you want."

Christopher Ryan replied, nodding his head happily, smiling.

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At this moment, a low, slow voice rang from the corner of the living room sofa.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice subconsciously, and saw a tall, bald, dark-skinned wizard sitting there, frowning tightly, looking at Christopher Ryan seriously, and asking in a deep voice.

"You just said that the mysterious man may have been used by the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore. Do you have any evidence? I heard that your Magical Congress of the United States had briefly fought those guys in Russia. Do you know the specifics?

"Well, are you..."

Christopher Ryan glanced at Amicus Carlo with some confusion.

"Oh, this is Kingsley, Kingsley Shaker, also a member of the Holy Twenty-Eigh. He is now working next to Cornelius Fudge, the British Minister of Magic. Don't worry, he can be trusted. ...At least we can make sure that he will never be from Albus Dumbledore's side-if you are going to inquire about something, Kingsley is reliable."

"The Shaker family? Of course, I have heard that this is a family with a long history and full of honor."

Christopher Ryan's expression eased, and he said with a smile.

"Yes, in fact, I am one of those wizards who have fought with them. Therefore, I can tell you with certainty that the power and influence of the mysterious people are gradually recovering. Although they are masked, those'Death Eaters' There are many European accents among them, such a huge and dangerous illegal force, under normal circumstances the Ministry of Magic would not allow them to develop into this..."

"So I suspect that there must be a force behind them deliberately indulging..."

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