Chapter 117 Is the Ministry of Magic Reliable?
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, has mixed feelings right now.
The discovery of the prisoner who invaded Gringotts should have been a cause for celebration.
However, it was the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, who told him that the prisoner had been caught.
"Minister, here we are—"
The high-pitched voice of a little girl reminded him.
"How do I look, Dolores?"
The chunky lady in pink looked very serious.
"Minister, you look great!"
Fudge cheered up and looked at the other tall man beside him.
"Kingsley, control the prisoner immediately after entering."
"Yes, Minister." The tall man had dark skin and a deep and slow voice.
The three walked up the last flight of steps and stood in front of the Hogwarts castle gate.
Mag greeted him immediately, "Good evening, all three."
The dumpy lady seemed displeased.
She looked up and down the auditorium, only to see a few professors repairing the damaged areas.
"Professor Dumbledore must have something very important?"
The high-pitched voice made Mag pursed his lips on the spot, "He is comforting the children who stopped Quirinus."
"That shouldn't—"
"It should be so." Fudge thought it was very reasonable.
As a principal, you should focus on your students.
The pudgy lady put away the little dissatisfaction on her face.
"This way please." Mag led the three of them up the marble steps.
After ten o'clock in the evening, the whole castle was quiet.
Harry Ron on the fourth floor had already been caught by Filch.
If Snape hadn't been in a good mood, the two of them would probably still be cleaning a certain corridor.
As soon as they passed the gargoyle, there were laughter from the principal's office on the spiral staircase.
Fudge frowned, and the plump lady glared at Meg angrily.
"Quirinas is over there." She nodded slightly to the tall man named Kingsley.
"Minister, I'll go and control him first."
"Go."
The pudgy lady wanted to say something, but after seeing Quirrell's miserable state, she seemed to swallow her words back.
Under the guidance of Mag, both of them walked towards the spiral staircase.
"Professor, your taste is still as unique as ever."
"I think it's pretty good, don't you want to try it?"
Vincent looked at Cedric, whose ears were smoking, and subconsciously withdrew his little hand reaching for the plate.
"Thank you for your kindness, I am quite warm now."
Dumbledore chuckled, looking at the door.
The six little ones looked along.
A middle-aged uncle in a black striped suit, and a middle-aged aunt with pink accessories.
This combination amused the twins.
Of course they know the Minister of Magic, but the pink toad next to him is really lowering the grade.
Vincent knew what Fudge looked like, but he didn't expect his taste to be so strange.
"Good evening, Connelly." Dumbledore stood up.
Fudge stepped forward, "Long time no see, Albus." Seven
The two of them chatted and asked about their health, revealing a bit of hypocrisy vaguely.
According to some gossip, Fudge's success as Minister of Magic was only possible because Dumbledore had rejected the position countless times.
"Ahem——" The chubby lady came to the six little ones, "This is the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge."
She seemed to be feeling pretty good about herself and introduced herself to them.
"I am Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Secretary to the Ministry of Magic."
This disgusting tone made their hair stand on end in an instant.
Just when Vincent speculated whether this person relied on "beauty" to get to the top, Fudge stretched out his big hand with extra enthusiasm.
"Oh, you must be Mr. Wayne!"
"Yes, Mr. Minister." He shook hands with a smile.
Fudge seemed very satisfied, and shook hands with several young wizards one by one.
"About Quirinus Quirrell—"
He looked at Dumbledore. "Is there anything you want to say, Albus?"
"A puppet, Connelly."
Dumbledore turned his gaze to the rusty Gryffindor sword on the shelf, "I'm sure it's him, but he has indeed left."
Fudge frowned again, "Albus, you should know what that means."
"He's back, and I can attest to that fact."
"Professor Dumbledore—"
Umbridge said with an absurd face, "You mean that person from 11 years ago is back?"
"Yes."
"impossible!"
Her voice was sharper, "Harry Potter bounced the Killing Curse back, he's already dead!"
Dumbledore didn't refute, just looked calmly into her eyes.
"Come on, Albus." Fudge intervened between the two, "We need proof, proof with [-]% certainty."
As the second person to survive the Killing Curse, Vincent said he could be a witness.
"Quirinus' wand is destroyed."
Dumbledore pretended not to see his suggestive eyes, "If you can still use the Flashback Curse, I think there must be an Imperius Curse."
The sword of Gryffindor has indeed endured the Killing Curse, which cannot be faked.
But if Quirrell's wand wasn't used, who released it?
Such a simple truth, of course Fudge understood.
"Oh! Quirinus, poor fellow—"
Fudge looked at the little six who wanted to say something a few times, "I think you must have been very conflicted when you were dealing with him?"
Vincent understood.
Don't you just want to make big things small and block the source of the news first.
The last time it hit the headlines out of nowhere, but this time I should get some benefits for whatever I say.
"Yes, my lord."
He lowered his head and said with a sad face: "I have comforted myself countless times that Professor Quirrell is not the mysterious person who invaded Gringotts.
But the reality is too cruel, obviously what a good professor he is! "
Dumbledore twitched his eyelids.
Vincent suddenly pointed to the small wound on his forehead that was about to heal, "But from the moment he bestowed this scar on me, I was determined not to let him continue to degenerate!"
"Pfft—" the twins quickly covered their mouths.
"I failed."
He shook his head weakly, "No matter what ghost possessed Professor Quirrell, I hope he can reflect on the sins he has committed."
Hermione couldn't help rolling her eyes.
Even Mag, who was standing at the door and wanted to leave, subconsciously pursed his lips even tighter.
"Master!" Vincent stepped forward excitedly, looking at Fudge sincerely.
"Although we stopped Professor Quirrell, we are always annoyed.
We shouldn't have considered his future at the beginning, so that you could help him earlier and not develop things to this point. "
Cedric and Rove have not been in contact for a short time, but they can both understand something from this passage.
To put it simply, they defeated Quirrell, so they have to give something to appease their wounded hearts.
But Fudge sighed as if he didn't understand.
"I can understand your feelings.
Really, I don't believe Quirinus would do such a thing either. "
The current Minister of Magic was so ignorant that Vincent's face immediately sank.
"My lord, most of the injuries on Professor Quirrell's body were actually caused by me."
He quietly pinned his hand to the back of his waist, and twisted it hard.
"If I knew it would become like this, I would have given way to him just now."
Even if it came out of pain, it was genuine tears.
……
……
The discovery of the prisoner who invaded Gringotts should have been a cause for celebration.
However, it was the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, who told him that the prisoner had been caught.
"Minister, here we are—"
The high-pitched voice of a little girl reminded him.
"How do I look, Dolores?"
The chunky lady in pink looked very serious.
"Minister, you look great!"
Fudge cheered up and looked at the other tall man beside him.
"Kingsley, control the prisoner immediately after entering."
"Yes, Minister." The tall man had dark skin and a deep and slow voice.
The three walked up the last flight of steps and stood in front of the Hogwarts castle gate.
Mag greeted him immediately, "Good evening, all three."
The dumpy lady seemed displeased.
She looked up and down the auditorium, only to see a few professors repairing the damaged areas.
"Professor Dumbledore must have something very important?"
The high-pitched voice made Mag pursed his lips on the spot, "He is comforting the children who stopped Quirinus."
"That shouldn't—"
"It should be so." Fudge thought it was very reasonable.
As a principal, you should focus on your students.
The pudgy lady put away the little dissatisfaction on her face.
"This way please." Mag led the three of them up the marble steps.
After ten o'clock in the evening, the whole castle was quiet.
Harry Ron on the fourth floor had already been caught by Filch.
If Snape hadn't been in a good mood, the two of them would probably still be cleaning a certain corridor.
As soon as they passed the gargoyle, there were laughter from the principal's office on the spiral staircase.
Fudge frowned, and the plump lady glared at Meg angrily.
"Quirinas is over there." She nodded slightly to the tall man named Kingsley.
"Minister, I'll go and control him first."
"Go."
The pudgy lady wanted to say something, but after seeing Quirrell's miserable state, she seemed to swallow her words back.
Under the guidance of Mag, both of them walked towards the spiral staircase.
"Professor, your taste is still as unique as ever."
"I think it's pretty good, don't you want to try it?"
Vincent looked at Cedric, whose ears were smoking, and subconsciously withdrew his little hand reaching for the plate.
"Thank you for your kindness, I am quite warm now."
Dumbledore chuckled, looking at the door.
The six little ones looked along.
A middle-aged uncle in a black striped suit, and a middle-aged aunt with pink accessories.
This combination amused the twins.
Of course they know the Minister of Magic, but the pink toad next to him is really lowering the grade.
Vincent knew what Fudge looked like, but he didn't expect his taste to be so strange.
"Good evening, Connelly." Dumbledore stood up.
Fudge stepped forward, "Long time no see, Albus." Seven
The two of them chatted and asked about their health, revealing a bit of hypocrisy vaguely.
According to some gossip, Fudge's success as Minister of Magic was only possible because Dumbledore had rejected the position countless times.
"Ahem——" The chubby lady came to the six little ones, "This is the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge."
She seemed to be feeling pretty good about herself and introduced herself to them.
"I am Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Secretary to the Ministry of Magic."
This disgusting tone made their hair stand on end in an instant.
Just when Vincent speculated whether this person relied on "beauty" to get to the top, Fudge stretched out his big hand with extra enthusiasm.
"Oh, you must be Mr. Wayne!"
"Yes, Mr. Minister." He shook hands with a smile.
Fudge seemed very satisfied, and shook hands with several young wizards one by one.
"About Quirinus Quirrell—"
He looked at Dumbledore. "Is there anything you want to say, Albus?"
"A puppet, Connelly."
Dumbledore turned his gaze to the rusty Gryffindor sword on the shelf, "I'm sure it's him, but he has indeed left."
Fudge frowned again, "Albus, you should know what that means."
"He's back, and I can attest to that fact."
"Professor Dumbledore—"
Umbridge said with an absurd face, "You mean that person from 11 years ago is back?"
"Yes."
"impossible!"
Her voice was sharper, "Harry Potter bounced the Killing Curse back, he's already dead!"
Dumbledore didn't refute, just looked calmly into her eyes.
"Come on, Albus." Fudge intervened between the two, "We need proof, proof with [-]% certainty."
As the second person to survive the Killing Curse, Vincent said he could be a witness.
"Quirinus' wand is destroyed."
Dumbledore pretended not to see his suggestive eyes, "If you can still use the Flashback Curse, I think there must be an Imperius Curse."
The sword of Gryffindor has indeed endured the Killing Curse, which cannot be faked.
But if Quirrell's wand wasn't used, who released it?
Such a simple truth, of course Fudge understood.
"Oh! Quirinus, poor fellow—"
Fudge looked at the little six who wanted to say something a few times, "I think you must have been very conflicted when you were dealing with him?"
Vincent understood.
Don't you just want to make big things small and block the source of the news first.
The last time it hit the headlines out of nowhere, but this time I should get some benefits for whatever I say.
"Yes, my lord."
He lowered his head and said with a sad face: "I have comforted myself countless times that Professor Quirrell is not the mysterious person who invaded Gringotts.
But the reality is too cruel, obviously what a good professor he is! "
Dumbledore twitched his eyelids.
Vincent suddenly pointed to the small wound on his forehead that was about to heal, "But from the moment he bestowed this scar on me, I was determined not to let him continue to degenerate!"
"Pfft—" the twins quickly covered their mouths.
"I failed."
He shook his head weakly, "No matter what ghost possessed Professor Quirrell, I hope he can reflect on the sins he has committed."
Hermione couldn't help rolling her eyes.
Even Mag, who was standing at the door and wanted to leave, subconsciously pursed his lips even tighter.
"Master!" Vincent stepped forward excitedly, looking at Fudge sincerely.
"Although we stopped Professor Quirrell, we are always annoyed.
We shouldn't have considered his future at the beginning, so that you could help him earlier and not develop things to this point. "
Cedric and Rove have not been in contact for a short time, but they can both understand something from this passage.
To put it simply, they defeated Quirrell, so they have to give something to appease their wounded hearts.
But Fudge sighed as if he didn't understand.
"I can understand your feelings.
Really, I don't believe Quirinus would do such a thing either. "
The current Minister of Magic was so ignorant that Vincent's face immediately sank.
"My lord, most of the injuries on Professor Quirrell's body were actually caused by me."
He quietly pinned his hand to the back of his waist, and twisted it hard.
"If I knew it would become like this, I would have given way to him just now."
Even if it came out of pain, it was genuine tears.
……
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