Chapter 118 Quirrell is Crazy
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Qing Mo Da Xian
According to Fudge's original plan, these students could be dismissed by giving out a few awards at random.
The rest is the game between him and Dumbledore.
But the emotions were exaggerated, the atmosphere was driven, and he didn't have the face to keep fooling around.
Anyway, if Voldemort's affairs were to be covered up, he might as well use a big one to promote them as young heroes of the wizarding world. m.biqmgè
"I can understand your feelings."
Fudge put his hands on Vincent's shoulders emotionally, "Anyway, Quirinus was stopped by you.
No matter how uncomfortable it is, this cruel fact has to be accepted. "
He winked at Umbridge.
The latter squeezed out tears as if knowing what to do.
"My God, you children must be very sad!"
She took out an equally pink handkerchief from the pocket of her pink blouse, "Minister Fudge, I think they should all be awarded an Order of Merlin."
As she spoke, she whimpered and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Fudge's voice trembled slightly, "This spirit of daring to resist the forces of darkness deserves this lofty award."
Faced with such proficient acting skills, the six little ones had no choice but to bow down.
"Thank you, Minister Fudge!"
The Merlin Sir Order was originally an organization founded by Merlin in the Middle Ages.
At that time, Merlin believed that wizards should coexist peacefully with Muggles, so the Jazz also stipulated that the use of magic on Muggles was prohibited.
In memory of Merlin, the Wizengamot began honoring those wizards who have made outstanding contributions to the wizarding world with the Order of Merlin in the 15th century.
There are three levels of medals.
Level [-], in recognition of outstanding bravery or outstanding achievements in magic, the color of the ribbon is green;
Level [-]: used to recognize achievements or efforts beyond the ordinary, the color of the ribbon is purple;
Level [-]: It is used to recognize individuals who have made contributions to knowledge reserves or entertainment careers. The color of the ribbon is white.
Even without mentioning Voldemort's name, just stopping Quirrell from using the "two" Unforgivable Curses and protecting the Philosopher's Stone from being stolen would be worth a second-class medal.
However, there is a precedent for Fudge himself to award himself a first-class medal, and the current gold content is indeed a bit low.
What contribution has the current Minister of Magic made to the wizarding world?
When Fudge and Umbridge left the headmaster's office to check on Quirrell's situation, the sympathetic twins smiled and gave the answer.
"Get scolded~"
Mag stared at him, and they didn't dare to smile anymore.
Dumbledore came in front of the six little ones, "Children, I hope you don't hold grudges against the Ministry of Magic.
Connelly was an old friend of mine, he just had a hard time taking it. "
Hermione agreed with a somewhat gloomy look.
"Professor, the truth cannot be concealed." Vincent suddenly remembered a certain abnormal little beetle.
Dumbledore stared at him strangely at first, then nodded as if he didn't see anything.
"The truth should not be buried, even if only a few are willing to dig it out."
Vincent is not willing to listen to these big truths.
On the surface he pretended to be contemplative, but in his heart he was thinking about how to pierce Voldemort.
Fudge wanted to pretend to be asleep unless someone was caught in front of him.
That Umbridge secretary was on his side unless he could find some kindred spirits.
He looked up suddenly at Dumbledore.
When Voldemort ravaged the British Isles, an organization called the "Order of the Phoenix" once appeared.
The members of the organization are extremely mysterious, and they announced their disbandment immediately after the end of the war.
To be able to be spotted by Dumbledore, at least one must have the strength of a serious Auror.
Eleven years have passed, and the power of this group of people in the magic world cannot be underestimated.
Vincent could not help feeling sorry for Fudge.
The Ministry of Magic is almost like a sieve, and it's not surprising that there are Death Eaters in it.
Fudge and Umbridge were soon back.
And he brought back a tall man who looked like an Auror.
His name was Kingsley Shacklebolt, and he came in behind the two high officials.
"Albus, what's the matter with Quirinus?"
Fudge asked in a questioning tone, and Dumbledore frowned slightly.
Dark magic comes at a cost, not to mention the evil spirit possession magic.
If they are forcibly separated, the damage to the weaker party will be devastating.
"Connelly, you should know why."
While secretly letting out a sigh of relief, Fudge pretended to be angry and said, "I heard that Quirinus went to Albania during his vacation?"
"Yes, because he wants to better serve as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"That would make sense." He regretfully put the dark green top hat on his chest.
Chilo's life was saved, but his soul was broken.
He woke up suddenly just now, still yelling about the master or something.
At that time, Kingsley asked about the master, and then under Fudge's extremely nervous eyes, he shouted out the word Philosopher's Stone excitedly.
After further questioning, he also said something like Wayne Bat, Snape Bat and so on.
"Quirinus Quirrell is insane. I don't think even Veritaserum will work."
Fudge concealed it well, but Dumbledore caught the joy in his eyes.
He pretended to inadvertently glance at Kingsley standing behind him, "Connelly, the dark forces have reappeared, and we need to remind everyone."
"Albus, I'll take care of it."
The two seemed to be concerned about the presence of children, so they didn't continue the topic.
"Children, can you tell me what happened in detail?" Fudge smiled kindly.
The beginning of the matter, but also from the Batcave - Snape's office.
"As an outstanding student at Hogwarts, how could such a thing be allowed to happen!"
Vincent said that called an impassioned.
"You choose to follow him?" Umbridge scanned the six cubs with his eyes.
Quirrell was crazy tonight, but he wasn't crazy before.
"I know the illusion spell."
Looking at Vincent who disappeared, even the serious Auror Kingsley seemed a little surprised.
"I'm still a natural born Occlumency Master."
Fudge's eyes widened, and he looked at Dumbledore questioningly.
The latter nodded slightly, and he suddenly recalled the origin of Wayne's family.
Every little wizard who was born in Muggles has to investigate the family situation before entering school.
According to verifiable information, the Wayne family was a coachman in the Middle Ages.
The ancestors have been innocent for generations, and the most special one is just a gangster at the beginning of this century.
In the grandfather's generation, after graduating from the famous Muggle Eton College, the young old Wayne chose to develop in the colony of the Great Empire at that time.
It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and the war that hadn't ended for several years came again.
The old Wayne, who was in his early 20s, ran back to Daying overnight from the African continent with his newly saved savings.
Coming to father Eric's generation, he was also a restless master.
He joined the army after graduation and stayed there for nearly ten years.
When Vincent was born, he was almost 30 years old.
Such a family background reminded Fudge of some small commodities.
With double guarantees, he was completely relieved.
……
……
The rest is the game between him and Dumbledore.
But the emotions were exaggerated, the atmosphere was driven, and he didn't have the face to keep fooling around.
Anyway, if Voldemort's affairs were to be covered up, he might as well use a big one to promote them as young heroes of the wizarding world. m.biqmgè
"I can understand your feelings."
Fudge put his hands on Vincent's shoulders emotionally, "Anyway, Quirinus was stopped by you.
No matter how uncomfortable it is, this cruel fact has to be accepted. "
He winked at Umbridge.
The latter squeezed out tears as if knowing what to do.
"My God, you children must be very sad!"
She took out an equally pink handkerchief from the pocket of her pink blouse, "Minister Fudge, I think they should all be awarded an Order of Merlin."
As she spoke, she whimpered and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Fudge's voice trembled slightly, "This spirit of daring to resist the forces of darkness deserves this lofty award."
Faced with such proficient acting skills, the six little ones had no choice but to bow down.
"Thank you, Minister Fudge!"
The Merlin Sir Order was originally an organization founded by Merlin in the Middle Ages.
At that time, Merlin believed that wizards should coexist peacefully with Muggles, so the Jazz also stipulated that the use of magic on Muggles was prohibited.
In memory of Merlin, the Wizengamot began honoring those wizards who have made outstanding contributions to the wizarding world with the Order of Merlin in the 15th century.
There are three levels of medals.
Level [-], in recognition of outstanding bravery or outstanding achievements in magic, the color of the ribbon is green;
Level [-]: used to recognize achievements or efforts beyond the ordinary, the color of the ribbon is purple;
Level [-]: It is used to recognize individuals who have made contributions to knowledge reserves or entertainment careers. The color of the ribbon is white.
Even without mentioning Voldemort's name, just stopping Quirrell from using the "two" Unforgivable Curses and protecting the Philosopher's Stone from being stolen would be worth a second-class medal.
However, there is a precedent for Fudge himself to award himself a first-class medal, and the current gold content is indeed a bit low.
What contribution has the current Minister of Magic made to the wizarding world?
When Fudge and Umbridge left the headmaster's office to check on Quirrell's situation, the sympathetic twins smiled and gave the answer.
"Get scolded~"
Mag stared at him, and they didn't dare to smile anymore.
Dumbledore came in front of the six little ones, "Children, I hope you don't hold grudges against the Ministry of Magic.
Connelly was an old friend of mine, he just had a hard time taking it. "
Hermione agreed with a somewhat gloomy look.
"Professor, the truth cannot be concealed." Vincent suddenly remembered a certain abnormal little beetle.
Dumbledore stared at him strangely at first, then nodded as if he didn't see anything.
"The truth should not be buried, even if only a few are willing to dig it out."
Vincent is not willing to listen to these big truths.
On the surface he pretended to be contemplative, but in his heart he was thinking about how to pierce Voldemort.
Fudge wanted to pretend to be asleep unless someone was caught in front of him.
That Umbridge secretary was on his side unless he could find some kindred spirits.
He looked up suddenly at Dumbledore.
When Voldemort ravaged the British Isles, an organization called the "Order of the Phoenix" once appeared.
The members of the organization are extremely mysterious, and they announced their disbandment immediately after the end of the war.
To be able to be spotted by Dumbledore, at least one must have the strength of a serious Auror.
Eleven years have passed, and the power of this group of people in the magic world cannot be underestimated.
Vincent could not help feeling sorry for Fudge.
The Ministry of Magic is almost like a sieve, and it's not surprising that there are Death Eaters in it.
Fudge and Umbridge were soon back.
And he brought back a tall man who looked like an Auror.
His name was Kingsley Shacklebolt, and he came in behind the two high officials.
"Albus, what's the matter with Quirinus?"
Fudge asked in a questioning tone, and Dumbledore frowned slightly.
Dark magic comes at a cost, not to mention the evil spirit possession magic.
If they are forcibly separated, the damage to the weaker party will be devastating.
"Connelly, you should know why."
While secretly letting out a sigh of relief, Fudge pretended to be angry and said, "I heard that Quirinus went to Albania during his vacation?"
"Yes, because he wants to better serve as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"That would make sense." He regretfully put the dark green top hat on his chest.
Chilo's life was saved, but his soul was broken.
He woke up suddenly just now, still yelling about the master or something.
At that time, Kingsley asked about the master, and then under Fudge's extremely nervous eyes, he shouted out the word Philosopher's Stone excitedly.
After further questioning, he also said something like Wayne Bat, Snape Bat and so on.
"Quirinus Quirrell is insane. I don't think even Veritaserum will work."
Fudge concealed it well, but Dumbledore caught the joy in his eyes.
He pretended to inadvertently glance at Kingsley standing behind him, "Connelly, the dark forces have reappeared, and we need to remind everyone."
"Albus, I'll take care of it."
The two seemed to be concerned about the presence of children, so they didn't continue the topic.
"Children, can you tell me what happened in detail?" Fudge smiled kindly.
The beginning of the matter, but also from the Batcave - Snape's office.
"As an outstanding student at Hogwarts, how could such a thing be allowed to happen!"
Vincent said that called an impassioned.
"You choose to follow him?" Umbridge scanned the six cubs with his eyes.
Quirrell was crazy tonight, but he wasn't crazy before.
"I know the illusion spell."
Looking at Vincent who disappeared, even the serious Auror Kingsley seemed a little surprised.
"I'm still a natural born Occlumency Master."
Fudge's eyes widened, and he looked at Dumbledore questioningly.
The latter nodded slightly, and he suddenly recalled the origin of Wayne's family.
Every little wizard who was born in Muggles has to investigate the family situation before entering school.
According to verifiable information, the Wayne family was a coachman in the Middle Ages.
The ancestors have been innocent for generations, and the most special one is just a gangster at the beginning of this century.
In the grandfather's generation, after graduating from the famous Muggle Eton College, the young old Wayne chose to develop in the colony of the Great Empire at that time.
It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and the war that hadn't ended for several years came again.
The old Wayne, who was in his early 20s, ran back to Daying overnight from the African continent with his newly saved savings.
Coming to father Eric's generation, he was also a restless master.
He joined the army after graduation and stayed there for nearly ten years.
When Vincent was born, he was almost 30 years old.
Such a family background reminded Fudge of some small commodities.
With double guarantees, he was completely relieved.
……
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