Chapter 166 Phoenix

Everything was as Raven expected.

Although each family has actively cooperated, such a large-scale recruitment is also an extremely time-consuming matter.

transfer, receive, integrate, integrate, improve,

I'm afraid it will take a whole year for the fangs to digest the wealth offered by each family.

Also busy is the Ministry of Magic.

At this time, the Ministry of Magic, the Minister's Office,

Fudge took a deep drag on his cigarette.

But his hand holding the handle of the pipe was trembling uncontrollably.

Although Rufus Scrimgeour is considered his subordinate,

But compared to ministers who change every few years,

Rufus, who has been able to stay in the Auror office for more than ten years and has a great reputation, obviously can not give face to the Minister of Magic.

In order to get along better with each other and to save their face, the two of them rarely meet at work.

When there was a need to report, Rufus just asked his Aurors to come and deliver the documents.

Just like when Fudge needed to transfer Aurors, he only gave his subordinates transfer credentials.

However, today's document was placed on his desk by Rufus Scrimgeour himself.

This shows the importance of this document.

"Report on the dark wizard Voldemort using Horcruxes to possess Hogwarts students with the intention of resurrecting them"

Just reading this title made Fudge feel numb.

His first thought was, Rufus Scrimgeour wants to take over?

This is not his unfounded imagination,

In fact, he became the minister because of his great luck.

He became a minister, and it only lasted three years.

Three years ago, the previous Minister of Magic resigned, and Barty Crouch, who was originally the first candidate for Minister of Magic, lost his candidacy due to the scandal that his son was a Death Eater.

That's why he took advantage of a loophole and became a minister.

At that time, Rufus Scrimgeour was still too junior. His boss, Barty Crouch Sr., was only a candidate, and it was not his turn yet.

But three years have passed, now that Barty Crouch Sr. has lost the qualification to compete for the Minister of Magic,

Then Rufus Scrimgeour, who has added three years of front-line work experience, has enough reputation.

Anyway, he didn't need someone to take over the Auror Command. Barty Crouch Sr. was still some time away from retiring and could still train a new person.

Fudge had almost decided that this was the case,

But he still decided to take a look at the report Rufus presented,

He has also won over many pure-blood families over the years, and he feels that the political capital he has accumulated is enough to compete with Rufus.

But after reading this report, he felt that he might still need to accumulate some more.

Let's see what's written in this report.

The magic of resurrection from the dead, Horcruxes,

A basilisk nearly a thousand years old,

Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets,

The sixteen-year-old remnant soul of Voldemort,

The son of the Ministry of Magic hero Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom,

and 'Arthur', son of Arthur Weasley,

Of course, the most important thing is the Sword of the King.

Each one has a complete set of witnesses and evidence, and a detailed investigation report, with the context clearly laid out.

If this is really Rufus' game, what does it amount to?

It's like he just started the game and dropped six bombs in his first move.

Each of these elements, if worked well, can bring huge popularity to yourself.

And Rufus directly connected them in one event.

If this was Rufus's handiwork, and their group of Celtic people can still maintain this heritage, then Fudge feels like he doesn't have to play anymore.

But if it were not Rufus Scrimgeour's handiwork, but something that really happened,

That Fudge wants to run away now.

That was Voldemort. He mastered the ability of resurrection at the age of sixteen. God knows whether the Dark Lord who died at the age of fifty-five gained any new resurrection abilities in his subsequent life.

Fudge kept thinking,

Until a familiar burnt smell came from the mouth of the pipe,

It was the smell of over-burnt pipeweed, something he'd been thinking about for too long.

In the end he did nothing,

Take this report into the cold, soot-filled fireplace,

Then he took off his pipe and knocked the still sparkling pipe grass against the report.

The flames gradually spread from the middle of the report,

Until the entire content of this report is covered.

Then the words that disturbed Fudge's mind disappeared during the carbonization process of the paper.

Let’s not mention what’s happening in the magical world;

The teaching life at Hogwarts still has to continue, and there is still some time before the end-of-semester exams.

It stands to reason that at this point in time, professors of various subjects should start preparing for the final exam papers.

But Dumbledore was a little worried.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is dead, and even the remnants are hard to find this time.

Do you think he can't die after taking the exam? Or take out the test paper and then die?

Oh yes, he was killed by Voldemort,

Do you think Voldemort can't do anything later?

Oh yes, his soul core was transformed by Raven, and everything was based on Raven's script.

So he was annoyed when he looked at the guy who was still baking potatoes in his office.

"How long do you plan to stay in my office? If I remember correctly, you should have classes this afternoon, right?"

Dumbledore asked,

When he asked, Raven was continuing to stuff something into the puddle of ash, maybe a sweet potato?

"Also, that is the ashes produced after Fox's nirvana. Isn't that bad of you?"

After hearing Dumbledore's nagging, Raven rarely criticized Dumbledore today.

"I'm going to add some to it, do you want to give it a try?"

Dumbledore's eyes lit up,

"It would be better if it was honey-flavored."

Raven also fulfilled his wish,

After burying all the ingredients for baking, Raven lay on the sofa and answered Dumbledore's question just now.

"Third year Hufflepuff, this afternoon's class is Defense Against the Dark Arts. I have a good candidate. I think he is very suitable to be a temporary guest professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Do you want to listen?"

"Oh? It's rare that you are willing to solve a problem for me. Today is not my birthday. Next time it's my birthday, you can send me some candies."

Dumbledore said in surprise,

Raven recommended her favorite candidate to Dumbledore.

"The acting Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher I recommend is Sirius Black."

But before Dumbledore could answer, a sharp voice answered first,

"No! He is the last descendant of our Black family. If you have any objections, come to me. Don't harm my great-grandson! Sirius is your relative after all!"

The sound came from Phineas Blake's frame,

Raven pursed her lips in anger,

"Who is the relative? Your granddaughter has been kicked out of the family tree."

Raven was referring to Arthur's mother, his own grandmother.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, pulled out a blank piece of paper and started writing.

Let the two people over there sort out their family trees and blood relationships,

But his behavior was still seen by Phineas Black,

"No! Dumbledore! Put down your offer!"

Dumbledore was embarrassed to explain,

"Principal Black, I plan to let him take over the classes for the remaining few months. This will not harm him.

Moreover, your great-grandson is not in a good state now. If he is drunk all day long, can the Black family continue? You have to find something for him to do and meet more excellent ladies, right? "

There is nothing wrong with this. If Sirius becomes a bachelor, the Black family will still die in the next generation.

Next are three chapters about Phineas Black and Dumbledore's agreement.

Sirius must not be employed for more than one year,

During this period, blind dates were arranged for Sirius every week.

Dumbledore should take Sirius with him when he attends important occasions.

......

When Raven walked to the door,

He suddenly turned around and asked,

"Dumbledore, have you ever thought that one day you will die too."

"Everyone dies, Raven, and you know that death is just starting a new adventure in another world."

Raven nodded, "Yes, but some people asked me to bring you a message. They said that you are the best principal in the world."

The old man smiled and nodded. Behind his half-moon eyes was his always wise and kind look.