"Connelly, I said, I won't do anything to the Dementors."
In the principal's office.
Dumbledore had a headache. In front of him was the potbellied Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
Fudge, wearing a bowler hat, raised his voice and asked, "Who is that? I mean, besides you, who else can make the three dementors disappear without a trace."
The dementors disappeared, and the Ministry of Magic's first suspect was Dumbledore.
Because the principal has expressed his hatred for dementors more than once, and he can't think of anyone else except Dumbledore who has this ability.
Strictly speaking, the dementors of Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic do not have a superior-subordinate relationship.
They have a cooperative relationship. The Ministry of Magic provides prisoners as food for the Dementors, and the Dementors have to perform the duty of guarding the prisoners for the Ministry of Magic.
That's why Fudge angrily found Dumbledore after learning that the dementors were missing.
If this matter is not handled well, the dementors will go on strike, and the prisoners in Azkaban may escape.
Absolutely not in Azkaban, at least while Fudge was minister, the dementors couldn't make mistakes.
Dumbledore was helpless. He waved his hands and said tiredly: "Cornelly, besides me, there may be others who can do it. In addition to the Patronus Charm, there may be other spells that can kill people." Dead Dementors.”
Fudge thought of a possibility and shouted with frightened self-deception: "Impossible, we all know that he, he can't come back!"
The first figure that appeared in his mind was that person. Fudge thought of another possibility and said to himself with certainty: "I know, it's Sirius, it's definitely him!"
His eyes became brighter and brighter, and Fudge swayed.
"It must be him, he was lurking nearby and killed the dementors."
His voice became louder and louder, as if he was trying to convince himself, and finally he almost shouted, slammed the door and left.
Dumbledore looked at his back and sighed secretly.
Fudge was not like this in the past. At that time, Dumbledore lent him his influence and made him the Minister of Magic. It was power and comfort that made him cowardly.
The Ministry of Magic at that time had better candidates, but Dumbledore felt that the wizarding world needed stability.
Now that I think about it, that might have been the wrong choice.
Fudge has been avoiding the fact that Voldemort may come back. Even if the person who said this was Dumbledore, he would not believe it.
"Power should not be used as a private weapon."
As long as Dumbledore wanted to, or even just showed interest, his old friends, former students, the Ministry of Magic, the Wizengamot and even the entire magical world would make him Minister of Magic without hesitation.
But Dumbledore knew his true heart. He was pure, strong, brave, and upright, but he could not touch power. It was a fatal poison that would make him lose himself.
His younger self had been with the man who became the first Dark Lord to lift the Statute of Secrecy, and Dumbledore knew that it was his own thoughts that influenced him.
Therefore, even during the most critical eras of the two Dark Lords, he never tried to get involved in power, or even avoided it.
He touched the small golden funnel on the table gently with his fingertips, as if he was telling it to himself or someone.
"I hope you won't be like that."
Two figures seemed to appear in front of him, a high-spirited young man in his prime, and an equally handsome student wearing a Hogwarts uniform but wearing a disguise.
Their figures gradually overlapped, and a third person appeared.
Dumbledore wanted to see clearly, but unfortunately his old eyes were dim and he could only see the back of the man.
"The possibilities are endless."
Pulling his fingers back, Dumbledore looked at the Sorting Hat and the Sword of Gryffindor again.
He is so different yet so similar.
He is growing up and growing old.
Phoenix is old, can he still survive the fire?
...
This was the second time John met the Minister of Magic Fudge, who had a stinky face, as if he had eaten the newly developed canary biscuits of the Weasley twins.
Fudge looked ugly and muttered words like "Sirius".
John shrugged upon seeing this. The Minister of Magic was probably frustrated by Dumbledore.
After returning to the Slytherin common room, John found that there was another person with a bad face here.
Daphne's pretty face wrinkled up, and it almost seemed like it was written on her face that this lady had a bad temper.
As the younger brother who needed Daphne's help in class, John leaned over and asked, "What's wrong with you? Tom messed up your notes?"
The last time it was so bad, it was because Tom messed up the notes that Daphne had worked so hard to organize. At that time, Daphne chased Tom.
Tom, the licking dog, thought he was playing with him and had fun in front of him, but in the end he bumped into John's hand and learned the whole story.
His dog did something wrong, so John had to wipe his butt and said sternly: "I asked Tom to perform somersaults for you, so don't be angry with a dog."
Daphne glanced sideways at John and said in a sinister tone: "Thank you John——"
The voice was drawn out and the tone seemed to be deliberately high-pitched, giving John goosebumps.
"Uh...you're welcome." John rubbed his arms and replied subconsciously.
The next second, Daphne immediately pulled a face, snorted and turned away.
John was confused where he was. Shouldn't he want Tom to perform a somersault?
I actually remember that Tom would stand on his head and eat dog food.
The next day, John thought he could let Tom show Daphne a handstand eating dog food.
In the auditorium, after Daphne arrived, she sat a few seats away from John.
John leaned over and whispered: "Come here with me, I will show you something."
Daphne's expression moved slightly, and her brows were filled with joy, thinking that John finally got the idea.
After saying something to her best friend Pansy, she left with John full of expectations.
Pansy showed a knowing look, and then glanced at Malfoy, who was loudly plotting with two followers on how to deal with the Gryffindors. She really wanted to smash the plate of skinned potatoes in front of her on Malfoy's head.
After walking out of the auditorium, Daphne and John walked to the covered bridge with great anticipation.
Very few people come to this place, and the long covered bridge is built with stones and wood.
The morning breeze blew across his face, blowing up John's longer black hair. His perfect features were illuminated by a ray of sunlight in the morning, which made him look even more beautiful. The tips of his hair brushed against his brown, salamander-like eyes, which made Daphne sink a little. .
She looked at John expectantly, feeling shy inside, but she still managed to stutter and asked: "Yo, John, what do you want to show me?"
She deliberately pretended to be careless, because her mother said that women who are too proactive will not be cherished.
John stared straight into those light gray-blue eyes, with a smile on his lips, which made Daphne's heart beat a beat slower.
"I know, you have always cared about it, and I also know what you mean..."
Perhaps John's eyes were so intense that Daphne couldn't help but dodge.
John saw her looking expectant and shy, and his smile became more and more obvious. His guess was indeed correct.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Daphne was stunned by the sound of music coming from nowhere.
"Look, Tom has specially trained him to stand on his head and eat dog food in order to apologize to you!"
With a proud and excited voice, John pointed to a dog that was forced to work.
Tom came over with a rice bowl in his mouth, tore open the dog food bag and poured in the dog food. He used his front paws hard and let out a loud roar.
Its legs stood in the air behind it, and it completed a handstand with only the strength of its forelimbs. Its long ears drooped down, and it took a big mouthful of food.
The atmosphere was very quiet for a while, and John was still cheering Tom on.
"Come on, Tom, eat it!"
"You can do it, Tom, believe in yourself!"
"Come on, you are going to become the son of a native dog king!"
The sound of waving flags and shouts fell in Daphne's ears, and her originally shy expression turned into a look of indifference.
She stared at Tom, who was working hard to do business, and sneered twice at the corner of her mouth.
"How about it, it's awesome!"
John watched with relief as Tom ate everything.
"hehe."
Daphne smiled coldly, and once again said in that sinister high-pitched tone: "Thank you John——"
Why does this sentence sound so awkward?
John scratched his head, feeling a little weird, and said cautiously: "Actually, Tom can also perform a handstand on one hand to eat dog food."
"Thank you John-"
Still saying the same thing, Daphne turned around and left without giving John a chance to understand.
Glancing at Tom, who was already circling around him, John raised his eyebrows and said loudly: "There is something wrong with you!"
Daphne paused, thinking that John had finally discovered it, but soon she realized that she was overthinking it.
John pulled the dog’s face and asked: “I’ve obviously eaten twice as much dog food these days, why haven’t I seen any growth in meat?”
Tom's fawning face froze, and he lowered his head guiltily.
And Daphne stepped harder, as if she were treating the floor as John, stepping hard on it.
This bitch even knows how much dog food Tom has eaten, but he can't find out why he is angry!
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