Chapter 117
The Potion Masters Alliance that Damo Alex talks about is an organization composed of top figures in potions. There are no more than ten members, but each one is a potion master with great influence.
When Gilderoy Lockhart saw the big guys coming out, he stopped pretending to be an ostrich.
With the most charming smile in Wizarding Weekly for six consecutive times on his face, he stood up and said plausibly: "I also question Cornelius Fudge's ability. If I were here, there would never be such a thing as dementors breaking into the school! "
As soon as he spoke, Fudge's already red eyes turned even redder.
Forget the previous one, you are an ignorant liar and you dare to join in the fun.
He pointed at Lockhart angrily and yelled: "You liar, everything is a lie, he is just a guy who knows nothing!"
Already stunned by the backstab, Fudge shouted to the batter beside him: "Catch him and throw him into Azkaban!"
These were the team of hitters who played for Fudge, and they took action immediately upon hearing the word.
The red light of the Sleeping Curse flew towards Lockhart.
A trace of joy flashed across Fudge's ferocious face, as if seeing Lockhart being exposed, the huge news helped him cover up what happened today.
"Armor for protection! (Protego)"
Lockhart shouted exaggeratedly, and an armor spell appeared on his body to deflect the attack.
Then he took out his wand and said calmly and calmly: "It seems that you want to take action against me, a recipient of the Merlin Order of Merlin Level 3 and an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance."
Fudge was a little puzzled. The Lockhart he knew couldn't possibly have such a powerful armor spell.
Magic power poured into the wand from the ring. Lockhart smiled confidently and immediately took action, using the disarming spell to deflect a striker.
Several rays of red light were blocked by his armored spell that looked like eyes on the back of his head.
Every time a shot is taken, a batter will be knocked away.
There were five batters present, and three of them teamed up to attack across from Lockhart.
Lockhart strolled around, one hand behind his back, holding his wand in one hand and flicking away spells to counterattack.
He suppressed the three batters by himself and kept retreating. He didn't even need to use spells at the end, and his brilliant silent spells made people open their mouths.
"Broken to pieces! (Reducto)"
The intense white light turned into a ball and hit the three people, and the three people flew away.
Lockhart stopped his hand and said with a melancholy look on his face: "Why bother? Why let me do it."
Now, Fudge, who had wanted to grab Lockhart's collapsed house and flip it over, collapsed. As long as he was not blind, everyone knew how powerful Lockhart was, so why use lies to maintain it.
No one saw that Lockhart was so nervous that his palms were sweating.
He wore ten rings on all his fingers, except for one.
The drama came to an end. As the Daily Prophet published the next day, Cornelius Fudge was forced to step down early due to multiple accountability and scandals.
Rufus Scrimgeour, director of the Auror Office, temporarily took over as the Minister of Magic and vowed to ensure the safety of Hogwarts students to the greatest extent possible.
"We will do whatever it takes to catch Sirius Black, wherever he is, and drown him in a urinal if we meet him in a toilet."
The iron-blooded style has changed the Ministry of Magic's previous weakness.
Aurors went to Hogwarts to take charge of security and management of Dementors.
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"So handsome."
Ron's face turned red with excitement, and he imitated Rufus Scrimgeour's tone and said: "If you encounter him in the toilet, drown him in the urinal. This is the real iron-blooded Auror!"
Harry also excitedly stabbed the potatoes with his fork. They felt that this was the real Auror.
It was just that Harry felt a little pity for Fudge, who was quite nice to him at the beginning of school.
Slytherin's long table.
"Draco, this is your dad."
The Slytherins cast envious glances at Malfoy, who puffed out his chest proudly.
In the "Daily Prophet", Lucius Malfoy was chatting and laughing inside. This was the long-lost glory of the Malfoy family returning to the upper echelon of the wizarding world!
John looked at the newspaper. Fudge stepped down. Although Rufus Scrimgeour was only a temporary Minister of Magic, this could be removed temporarily as long as Sirius was captured.
Chapter 135 Photography Magic and Maps
Putting down the newspaper, John looked up at the Gryffindor table.
Ron and Hermione were quarreling again.
"How do they quarrel every day and still have such a good relationship?" John fell into deep thought.
The reason was still two pets. Crookshanks often ran out, but he still didn't forget to catch Scabbers.
This incident was the trigger. Ron had long disliked the ugly cat.
On one side was the pet he had kept for twelve years, and on the other side was the ugly cat he had just bought half a year ago. He didn't understand why Hermione couldn't understand.
At least from Ron's perspective, there's nothing wrong with this.
John was also curious as to why Crookshanks was staring at Scabbers.
He understood that Crookshanks was too smart to fail to see that the rat was the pet of his owner's friend.
"Peter Pettigrew."
The Marauder's Map will show the people in Hogwarts, and the rat next to Ron is not named Scabbers.
John has always known about this, but he can't run up to Ron and tell him, isn't this mouse called Scabbers?
"That mouse is hiding so hard now that he can't even leave the dormitory."
Originally, John wanted to check if the Animagus had turned into a mouse, but unfortunately Scabbers didn't give him a chance.
John had no choice but to put this matter aside for now.
After eating the sausage on his fork, John felt someone standing behind him.
He looked back and saw Professor Snape deliberately slowing down.
"Well, this matter needs to be resolved." With a slander, John stopped Professor Snape.
"professor."
As if waiting for this sound, Snape stopped and turned around slowly.
John saw the look of expectation on that face. He wiped his mouth and said, "I know."
After a mindless conversation, Snape had an unprecedented smile on his face.
He drawled, "Oh?"
John said the key word: "full moon."
Snape said quietly: "Mr. Wick, you are a smart man."
Well, be smart now, right?
John wondered if Snape was secretly calling him stupid.
After muttering something in his mind, he smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment."
One big and one small, like two cunning foxes.
Snape's footsteps became faster when he left, which showed that he was in a happy mood.
The two were playing riddles, Daphne's beautiful eyes widened, confusion written on her face.
Heinrich ate calmly. He picked up the juice, then cautiously dipped some in it to drink.
Yeah, garlic flavor.
He walked towards the Gryffindor table without hesitation, and the twins, who had failed in their prank, ran away as soon as they realized the situation was not going well.
Harry was in a good mood, and Lupine agreed to teach him the Patronus Charm.
After this Christmas, he no longer has to be ridiculed by Malfoy and the others.
Said Malfoy, Draco arrived.
The tables of the two houses were obviously separated by a Hufflepuff, but Draco Malford walked around just to make his presence felt to Harry.
"The Dementors are coming—"
He pretended to be panicked, making Pansy and the others laugh.
Harry's face was dark, and Ron and Hermione, who had been having a cold war just now, immediately started to protect their cubs.
"Shut up, Malfoy!"
Ron was already in a bad mood. After being teased like this, he stood up immediately. Malfoy looked at him without any sign of weakness.
"Weasley, you should be glad this is the Great Hall."
With a naked threat, Malfoy whispered: "If you dare, fight me in a duel."
Ron looked bad. This was not the first time that he and Malfoy had quarreled.
Malfoy's strength has improved a lot. If he fights, he may not be able to win.
He didn't realize that Malfoy wouldn't scold him now because of his background. Thanks to Percy being from the Star Club, otherwise he wouldn't be so civilized with his little mouth smeared with poisonous honey.
"I'll duel you, Malfoy."
Harry wasn't going to watch his friend being humiliated, so he stormed out.
"That's enough, Malfoy, do you want to be imprisoned?"
Hermione stopped the two cubs from going out to duel. She stared at Malfoy, unwilling to be outdone.
Points will be deducted every time a curse is cast, and Gryffindor is being ridden by Ravenclaw.
Malfoy shrugged and said sarcastically to Harry: "Oh, dear Potter, you will hide behind your friends."
After saying that, he made an expression like a crying baby, turned around and left with the others.
Ron was so angry that he punched the table with his fist, and Hermione comforted Harry, "He just dares to say that."
Harry muttered: "I know, thank you."
The relationship between the three little ones has been restored after what happened just now.
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Time passed quickly, and John clocked in at sunrise and sunset every day and cast spells.
The storm seemed to have no intention of coming, and John was a little depressed.
Usually I have to catch some dementors to practice.
Turn on the phantom body, turn off the brain, go out and come back, the poor dementor is missing.
Due to the intervention of Aurors, the dementors are now almost imprisoned in one place.
And the dementors often want to escape, so sometimes if there are a few, they just think that the dementors have escaped, and they can forget about finding them after searching.
They didn't know that the reason why the Dementors wanted to escape was because Dementors often disappeared out of thin air.
The dementors were like encountering a natural enemy and trying to run away but being stopped.
Terrible in capital letters.
John didn't care about them. He became more and more skilled in soul surgery and stuffed the decomposed soul into the bottle.
A shelf full of bottles filled with souls, enough for a dozen dementors to be decomposed.
The ring is getting darker and darker. There is no need to lure the Dementors, just use the Soul-Eating Curse to pull them over.
"That's almost enough."
Looking at the white-light bottles on the shelf, John carefully put the things away.
With these soul fragments, it was enough to operate on Nagini.
Stretching out his left hand and pinching the unused box, John whispered: "Crush."
The box was like a paper cup held by a big hand, and a strange force emerged from all sides to smash it into pieces.
