The sun in the castle is quite bright, and the crowds are quite lively.
Outside a dark small room in the castle, the students were looking at the group of people inside along the opened door of the small room.
"It can't really be Filch, can it?"
Among the students watching outside, Harry saw this situation and asked Neville next to him with some uncertainty.
Neville shook his head: "I don't know. But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with us."
"But they are going to take Filch and Dumbledore away together! Just take Filch away, does this matter have anything to do with Dumbledore?"
Harry thought this was the most ridiculous thing in the world! Could it be that the people at the Ministry of Magic believed that Dumbledore instigated Filch to do this? how can that be possible! Dumbledore and Malfoy had no grudges in the past.
Even if Malfoy really offended Dumbledore in some unknown way, he would just deduct points directly! Even if it doesn't work, you can just do it yourself. There is really no need for Filch to do it!
This matter, no matter how you look at it, is nowhere close to each other.
"I didn't! I really didn't!"
Filch sat on a chair, shouting with a pale face. He held Mrs. Norris in his arms. Because she was so nervous, Mrs. Norris was choked by him until she could hardly breathe. He didn't even notice it.
A tall young man with messy seaweed-like hair, triangular eyes, dry and white lips, and a cruel smile on his face was walking in this small office.
Chains, soldering irons, whips, hemp ropes...
His long and thin fingers gently touched the chain hanging from the ceiling. The smile on his lips became brighter and he said: "Expert! Mr. Filch, the quality of your torture instruments is really high." nice!"
Looking at the oil on his fingers, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, you take good care of it too. It seems that neither of us will be bored on the way back."
"No! These things are not mine! They are just left behind by the previous castle administrator and have nothing to do with me!"
Filch panicked, his eyes brimming with moisture.
But the man didn't even look at him. He just watched the torture instruments silently, as if he were strolling through the Louvre to admire the art treasures.
Standing at the door, a tall short-haired man looked at the students watching outside, and then looked at the watch on his wrist: "When can we get it done over there? If we don't leave, we'll wait until we get back to the ministry." , I won’t be able to make it in time for lunch.”
"Then we can make do with a meal in the Hogwarts cafeteria. We haven't eaten in the school cafeteria for so many years. Don't you miss it?"
Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he shook his head and said, "I forgot, you are not a student of Hogwarts either."
"Jins is here. If he wants to stay and miss his youth, the two of us should leave first." The short-haired man said coldly, "We are not in the same department anyway."
Upon hearing this, the skinny young man immediately sneered and said, "Then you want to escort... escort Professor Dumbledore to the ministry?"
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The tall man suddenly became silent and said nothing.
Filch looked at the two people chatting and himself who was not taken seriously at all, and for a moment he felt even sadder. Tears welled up in his eyes and almost fell down.
"So you've worked hard today. Come on, Jins."
After Dumbledore processed the last document in his hand, he spoke to Kings.
Jin Lai looked at the old man in front of him with helplessness in his eyes.
Professor McGonagall frowned and stood beside Dumbledore. Seeing that Dumbledore was about to get up, she couldn't resist the desire to say something after all, so she spoke.
"Albus, this matter is very problematic. I don't believe that this is something that Argus can do, and I even less believe that this matter can be reasonably implicated in you."
Professor McGonagall said it very tactfully. But the meaning expressed is also very clear. This is obviously a crude frame-up. Why do you still follow the other party's ideas?
The portraits of the principals all opened their sleepy eyes, or in other words, pretended to be sleepy.
The atmosphere in front of them gave them more expectations.
They have been locked in the frame for too long. When Dumbledore was young, he was more lively, but after so many years, Dumbledore has also aged. Already coming to the wall to keep them company. So they are also looking forward to something more dynamic.
"Minerva. While I'm gone, the safety of the school will be left to you."
Dumbledore seemed to have no intention of answering Professor McGonagall's question. He just smiled gently, and in the contrast between that smile and the sunlight shining in the office, Professor McGonagall and Kingsley actually noticed a hint of resignation.
Their hearts suddenly trembled. Neither of them knew what it was that made Dumbledore suddenly have such an idea.
"Come on Kings! What happened?!"
Professor McGonagall looked at Kingsley Shacklebolt with a puzzled look.
"That's not the case, Professor." After arriving, Kingsley, who was asked by Dumbledore to quietly watch him handle the official documents before he could even explain the situation, seemed to have finally found a chance to speak.
"This matter is actually not that serious, but Lucius strongly demanded serious investigation into this matter. He believed that this was a shameful attack on the nobles by Squibs and other groups. He even roped in several other people for this. People from all twenty-eight families put pressure on Fudge."
Hearing this, Professor McGonagall said with a cold face: "I think Fudge must not have persisted for long before he was convinced by them."
Jin Lai's brows twitched, then nodded helplessly.
"This... is actually not difficult to understand. After all, Dumbledore has no intention of holding the Ministry of Magic in his hands. Fudge may have finally discovered that he was a little too cautious in the past few years."
If possible, Kingsley would naturally still want to decorate his boss. But obviously, this has little effect.
"I think it's better for him to be more cautious. There are few ministers who have close contacts with the nobles who will not become the puppets of the nobles in the end."
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Professor McGonagall was filled with anger, so she didn't think too much when she spoke.
It's hard to see any red on Jin Lai's dark face.
"Don't say that, Minerva, Kingsley is also from the Twenty-Eight Family."
Dumbledore reminded with a smile on his face. Then Professor McGonagall reacted, but then shook her head helplessly and said: "It's not just Kings."
No one who teaches at Hogwarts is from a noble family. Snape's mother was a noble, but Snape himself was a mixed-race that was not recognized by the nobles.
As for those who work in the Ministry of Magic, there are very few important official positions that are not controlled by nobles. Fudge was the chosen minister, who was originally supposed to be Barty Crouch.
Another twenty-eight family.
For some reason, Professor McGonagall suddenly thought of Luke. If this child really wanted to, would he easily have the opportunity to become a candidate for the Ministry of Magic?
Looking at Kingsley's somewhat embarrassed face, Dumbledore smiled and said, "Don't worry, Kingsley, I am from a minor noble family."
Jin Lai shook his head in embarrassment.
Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall and Kingsley, who were still a little confused and embarrassed, shook his head and explained: "Even if this incident hadn't happened, I would still have to find a reason to leave the school temporarily."
"Why?!" Professor McGonagall was even more puzzled.
"Because the current stage doesn't need me for the time being. The stage I've built for so long is not just for my own performance!"
Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore with sharp eyes, and it seemed that he had traveled through the years and returned to that year, that young, energetic, and confident Dumbledore at all times.
But the next moment, she felt like she was seeing an older Luke.
Damn it...could there be intermarriage between the Dumbledore family and the Gaunt family?
Professor McGonagall did want to ask something else, but seeing the identical expressions on Dumbledore and Luke's faces, he lost interest in asking.
"The Sword Comes"
"You always have your reasons anyway! I don't care!"
Professor McGonagall was about to walk out angrily. Under the gaze of the two people, she stopped before taking two steps, and then walked to Dumbledore's desk with a dark face.
He picked up two piles of documents and walked out again. After a moment, the sound of the door being slammed shut was heard.
"Professor McGonagall, what's going on?"
Jin Lai asked with some confusion.
Dumbledore only felt amused: "Maybe it's because he saw me and thought of a certain little guy."
Jin Lai's expression changed instantly, as if he had thought of something terrible.
"It's not what you think."
Dumbledore said helplessly, but did not say more.
Then he pondered for a moment, and just when Kings thought Dumbledore had discovered some loophole in the plan, he spoke.
"Kings, nobles, what do you think of Luke Gaunt?"
Kingsley fell silent when faced with this question that was a bit abrupt but also somewhat related to the topic just now. It seems that he is hesitating, and some seems to be thinking.
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Dumbledore didn't rush him, he just waited quietly.
After a long time, Jinlai opened his mouth as if he had made up his mind.
"You are the legendary Mr. Gunter! I have admired you for a long time!"
The skinny young man stepped forward and held Luke's hand, saying with a smile on his face.
The expression on his face made Filch, who had been worried all morning, fall into confusion.
'Is this guy really the one who threatened me just now? '
Filch couldn't help but ask in his heart. At the same time, the tension faded away for a moment, and the strength in her hand relaxed a little. Then Mrs. Norris took this opportunity to jump out of his arms, arched her back, and yelled fiercely at Filch, like I wish I could give Filch a big fight between two people.
But in the end, she lay down next to Filch and looked at the two people at the door warily, as if she was wary of when they would suddenly make a move.
But now, in the eyes of the two Ministry of Magic staff, how could the value of a squib and a cat be compared to the opportunity to say a few words to Luke?
"Hello, Mr. Gunter, Graf Jorio, I have heard about your story a long time ago. I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to meet you this time."
The tall, short-haired man also came over and stretched out his hand to Luke with a solemn expression.
Luke took this opportunity to quickly pull his hand out of the ugly skeleton and said, "Hello, Mr. Jolio."
The two shook hands and then let go in a measured manner.
"The Jolio family is looking forward to your future stories. I sincerely hope that you can leave a legend in our world again."
Graf Jolio said sincerely.
But before Luke could respond, the skinny young man spoke again: "Me, and I, my name is Dora Carney, and I'm also looking forward to your future stories."
After speaking, he glanced at his companion provocatively.
But this time he was surprised to find that Graf, who was supposed to be quarreling with him, completely ignored him. Instead, he quietly bowed and saluted the 11-year-old child in front of him seriously.
"Please stand up, you two. Today is a private occasion, so it's not so formal."
Luke had a decent smile on his face. But the so-called decency still refers to the feeling of being superior.
The younger students still think Luke is cool, while some of the older students feel envious, while others feel depressed.
"Hey! Ron, don't you often say that you and Luke are both great nobles? Why didn't those two guys salute when they saw you just now?"
Simo looked at the scene in front of him that looked like a painting of a monarch receiving his courtiers, and asked half jokingly, half doubtfully.
Ron's face, which was already a little red from running, turned even redder in an instant.
"This... no, there is a reason. You don't understand even if I tell you. I won't tell you anymore. If you knew better, you wouldn't ask such a boring question. What you asked is very boring..."
Ron kept talking without any focus.
Seamus was confused by his torment. Neville on the other side shook his head silently and said: "It's different. The Gaunt family is a special existence in itself."
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"What's more, Luke's reputation has now spread to some extent. Although there are good and bad things, he is definitely not unknown anymore."
Recalling the letters from grandma that sometimes asked about Luke, Neville spoke seriously.
Seamus looked at Neville beside him, and then he remembered that Neville had also said that he was also a member of the so-called great nobles.
Looking at the two people beside him and Luke over there, Seamus fell into confusion for a moment.
Is the gap really that big?
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