Chapter 212 Kill all outsiders!

In general, the spiritual wisdom that was supposed to be born from the World Tree was filled in the framework and served as the way of heaven for this world.

As a part-time worker in Bajir's management world.

The rules it sets naturally have some closeness and distance.

The first sequence is Hermione, Ariana and others.

The second sequence is Harry, Ron, and some social and beautiful female classmates.

The third sequence is Professor McGonagall and students, excluding some international students.

The fourth sequence is the staff of Hogwarts (including house elves).

The fifth sequence is the creatures in the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake. and recognized Hogsmeade personnel.

All rules and protections rely on these.

The result is that, in addition to being allowed by Bajir, there are dangerous elements that are regarded as fun (such as 'Kobayashi Masaru').

Anyone or anything else that is hostile to Hogwarts or even Hogsmeade cannot enter this world.

Then, some people found out inexplicably that they could not return to their homes in Hogsmeade.

The same goes for some people who went to Hogwarts in person because of this matter.

——

Time is 9 o'clock.

Underground in London, in the corner of the main hall on the eighth floor of the Ministry of Magic.

In a room slightly larger than the broom room, there was a constant sound of something heavy being thrown high into the air and landing heavily on the stone floor.

Bang!

A black and gray figure hit the wall.

It looks round and round, and if you ignore the stubby limbs, you might even mistake it for a ball.

Bang!

Another "ball" flew out, it was a disgusting pink mixed with gray.

"Minister!" This short, fat woman with a toad face and curly short gray-brown hair spoke in a delicate, high-pitched voice like a little girl making a fuss.

"It must be Dumbledore's fault!"

There was a hint of trembling and lingering fear in the voice at this point.

The ball, called the minister, stretched out its arms and legs.

He shook the dust off his long black cloak and straightened his bright red tie.

He is Fudge, and the other is Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary of Magic.

He coughed, "Maybe there was a Floo error."

"Well, Cattermole, you try to feed me a bite of your apple pie."

"I wanted to try again to see if the Floo network is working properly."

Without waiting for Cattermole's consent on the other side of the fireplace, he eagerly stuck his head into the green fire.

Cattermole resisted the urge to laugh.

Cornelius Fudge's head hung in the flames like a giant, wigged egg.

Flames danced around it, tongues of fire licked its ears, and even its mouth was filled with green flames.

In the past, he used to be aloof and pretentious, but now he looked particularly funny.

After finally returning home, the two stupid pigs ate most of the dinner they just made, and the anguish of being disturbed disappeared.

He inserted a piece of pie and put it in Fudge's mouth, while saying in his mind, "Pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig!"

"Thank you." Fudge said vaguely.

Then he stepped back and pulled his head out of the fire.

So delicious. A floor sweeper can actually make such a delicious pie. This guy really doesn't know how to behave. It would be fine if he could be promoted to the Pest Consultation Department (another department that also often works overtime and earns a galleons more per week) if he gets it early.

He licked the residue at the corner of his mouth and said, "It's really strange. The Floo Network is still running fine."

"Why us."

The memory of being spun out of the furnace door and hitting the wall suddenly came to my mind.

The urge to die again was suppressed.

"Dolores, how about we buy a train ticket."

"Take the train to Hogsmeade Station."

Umbridge hesitated, "It's 9pm now. Is there a train?"

As a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, you don’t have to clock in and out. The office fireplace is green all year round and is directly connected to the bedroom. Even if you travel far away, you still need to use the Ministry of Magic’s advanced portkey (except when you use the portkey to travel through space, your body will feel like your stomach is hooked. Constantly rotating weak point, more expensive permanent door key).

Although she came from a humble background, her father was not a high-ranking Wizengamot official as she claimed. Instead, he works in the Magic Maintenance Department of the Ministry of Magic, mopping the floors as a janitor.

But at that time, Fudge was just the Deputy Minister of Magical Disasters. Benefits for lower-level employees at the Ministry of Magic have not been cut.

The furnace door in the main hall on the eighth floor is lit 24 hours a day and can be used by all employees.

Therefore, she really didn’t know much about trains, and her only impression came from her school days.

Fudge didn't understand either.

But he had another way, "Dolores, Dolores, how could you ask such a question."

"We are going to investigate Hogwarts, a major issue related to the education of the British wizarding community and the next generation."

"Even if there are no shifts."

"Can't we ask the people from the Department of Transportation to make special arrangements for us?"

"Time is life, don't you understand?"

Fudge spoke emphatically and looked solemn.

It makes Umbridge a little ashamed. I am still too upright to be able to do this.

"Minister, I will definitely not make this problem again next time."

Cattermole, who was on the other side of the fireplace, was in a good mood because he saw Fudge and Fudge making a fool of themselves, but was completely disgusted.

Does the Ministry of Magic, which is run by such insects, really have a future?

As a member of the Magical Maintenance Department of the Ministry of Magic, he has communicated with almost every employee of the Ministry of Magic.

So, even if he was unhappy, he still maintained a decent smile.

And instantly thought of a sentence to disgust them.

"Minister, Deputy Minister."

"There is also a train to Hogsmeade at 9 o'clock."

"But... in case you two are thrown out by the train--"

Fudge's face sank.

Umbridge, who learned quickly, reacted instantly, "Minister, how about this."

"I will contact the Transportation Department to clear a train for us to use?"

In this way, I will not be afraid of embarrassment in front of the public. I am really a smart ghost.

Fudge shook his head, "Okay, that's it!"

It's not that he didn't think that his behavior was too outrageous and might be embarrassing.

But as a qualified political creature, he instantly thought of the value of that space.

It is isolated from the outside world and can only be entered by magical means.

Combined with the endless sea mentioned by Cattermole.

What is Dumbledore going to do?

Establishing an independent kingdom for wizards, is the next step to abolish the Ministry of Magic?

A space that belongs exclusively to wizards, and is still controlled by Dumbledore.

The sacredness of the Ministry of Magic's power has begun to waver.

That's why he is willing to crawl out of the warm bed and rush to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible.

——

Hogsmeade Village is now brightly lit.

One by one, the shops that have been closed are opening for business.

But smart bosses like Honeydukes set up stalls at the entrance of the village, now on the seaside, and put up a sign on the shop saying "Five hundred feet ahead, open for business on the seaside."

Because, although the streets are full of Hogwarts students.

But there are more students on the seaside.

Bonfires are lit on the seaside and even in the middle of the sea.

Looking down from above, it seems like stars are shining.

For wizards who master magic, it is too easy to build a sinking and floating platform on the sea.

Some little wizards who like fishing are already fishing on a sinking and floating platform a hundred feet away from the ground.

Some little wizards were riding broomsticks and diving over the sea, while others were using the Armor and Bubblehead spells to rush into the sea and then fly out of the sea.

Others dived directly into the seabed.

But they were all far away from one place.

Dumbledore used magic to mark the sea and sky where the tracks appeared with glittering silver line signs.

Even the most unruly Gryffindor students were unwilling to risk being hit by the train and get close.

Especially now. There are red trains passing by from time to time.

The transmission of information in the magic world is too fast.

Now almost everyone knows everything that happened in Hogwarts.

The train company also quickly updated the advertisement.

[Hogwarts Express: Do you want to dive into the seabed and enjoy the scenery of the underwater world? Do you want to fly high and overlook the earth? Just 2 silver Sickles and you will get everything you want! ]

As a result, almost all wizards in Britain are now heading here.

Only a few wizards know the wizards of Hogsmeade and know their furnace door.

No wizard thought of selling the information of his own furnace door to make money.

After all, in the Muggle world, this is equivalent to selling the password of his own door.

Therefore, most wizards can only take the train.

Therefore, even at 9 o'clock in the evening, the train was crowded with people.

But every wizard who was squeezed had excitement on his face.

What the advertisement said was not false.

And if you are lucky, there are entertainment programs.

You can see people around you being thrown out under a beam of light.

In the festive atmosphere, almost no one noticed.

However, the two Dumbledore brothers and Grindelwald who came later noticed this.

"Gettler, are you saying that the teleportation phenomenon on the train is real?" Dumbledore frowned.

Manstein, that is, Grindelwald nodded, "I read the shallow thoughts of all wizards who entered here."

"I found this when I found that they were not bad."

"Here, this is the relevant memory."

Grindelwald pulled out the wand from his robe and inserted the tip of the wand into his golden hair, close to his temple.

When he pulled out his wand, a silver hair-like substance stuck to the tip of the wand.

The ‘silver hair’ left the tip of the wand and sank into Dumbledore’s brow.

Dumbledore quickly scanned the faces of all the wizards in his memory who were chosen by the teleportation phenomenon.

He frowned, “Sure enough, they are among them.”

The “they” Dumbledore was talking about were the suspicious-looking, suspected dark wizards and spies who lived in Hogsmeade and rarely went out, who were investigated by Aberforth and him.

There were not many ‘them’, so when every face matched, it surprised Dumbledore.

Before that, Hogsmeade could Apparate.

Even if the dark wizards wanted to come to the Hog’s Head, the largest underground trading market in the British wizarding world, they did not have to risk living in a village next to Hogwarts and being noticed by the greatest white wizard.

Grindelwald speculated with interest: "So, the bad guys can't enter this world?"

"That guy ('Kobayashi Masaru') is missing. Could he have also been targeted by the teleportation phenomenon and thrown out?"

Aberforth snorted coldly, "I don't believe you. The most evil guy in the world is right in front of me."

"Me?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, "This shows that the tree, or the creator of this tree, also recognizes me and my career."

Aberforth sneered, "Your career? Don't be disgusting!"

"I think the creator thinks that you are not a threat under the supervision of Albus."

"Yes," Grindelwald leaned into Dumbledore's arms, "With Albus, any career and the greatest interests are nothing."

Aberforth made a vomiting expression.

He turned around and talked about business, "I think it's not evil that is excluded, but wizards who are considered to be a threat to the school and the village."

"Albus, who are those faces besides 'them'?"

Dumbledore shrugged, "Excluding those with disguised appearances, most of them are foreign faces. There are also people from the Ministry of Magic, including Cornelius and his men."

"I think your guess may be correct."

"Cornelius is not a dark wizard. He just always clings to power and regards all those who may threaten his position as minister as enemies."

"Hogwarts and I are included in his power."

Grindelwald's face showed murderous intent, "How presumptuous. Do you want me to send them to see Merlin?"

"The existence of this world is the best way to eliminate our enemies."

"Just reclaim land and relocate the magic world."

"The rest who cannot enter this world are naturally evil and need to be eliminated."

"Just kill all the outsiders!"

Seeing that Dumbledore wanted to refute, Grindelwald pressed his finger vertically in front of Dumbledore's lips, "Don't say that some of them are not evil."

"Pagans are more hateful than demons. Those who drag their feet should be eliminated first than enemies. There are countless such truths."

"People like Fudge are obsessed with power and do not do their job."

"Wizards who exclude dissidents everywhere should be eliminated more than Voldemort, who you regard as a threat."

"Albus, don't hesitate."

"Just do it for Ariana, create a more peaceful and better environment for her."

Grindelwald was extremely serious, just like decades ago, on that summer night in 1899.

Dumbledore closed his eyes, "Gettler, you are a bit too extreme."

"We don't need to destroy them."

"You are right about one thing."

"Reclaim land and let the magic world relocate."

"Those who can't enter, let them stay outside."

"If they really unite, it will be a good thing."