People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 212 Kill all the outsiders!

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

As a worker in Bagir's management world.

The rules it sets naturally have different levels of closeness and distance.

The first sequence includes Hermione, Ariana and others.

The second sequence is Harry, Ron, and some pretty sociable female classmates.

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

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

The fifth order is the creatures in the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake, as well as the recognized people in Hogsmeade Village.

All rules and protections rely on these.

The result is that, apart from those dangerous elements that are allowed by Bajir and considered as fun (such as 'Kobayashi Masaru'), there are also some that are not.

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

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

The same was true for some people who went to Hogwarts in person for this matter.
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Time is 9 o'clock.

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

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

boom!
A dark grey figure crashed into the wall.

It looks round and if you ignore its stubby arms and legs, you might even mistake it for a ball.

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

"Minister!" The short and fat woman with a toad face and curly gray-brown short hair spoke in a delicate, fussy, shrill and thin voice like a little girl.

"It must be Dumbledore's doing!"

At this point, the voice had a hint of trembling and lingering fear.

The ball called the minister stretched out his hands and feet.

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

He is Fudge, and the other is Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Under-Minister of Magic.

He coughed, "Maybe there was an error in the Floo Network."

"Catmull, how about this, you try to feed me a bite of your apple pie."

"I want 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 couldn't wait to put his head into the green fire.

Cattermole fought the urge to laugh.

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

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

His previous condescending and pretentious attitude now seemed particularly ridiculous.

I finally got home, but found that these two idiots had eaten most of the dinner I had just prepared, and the boredom of being disturbed disappeared.

He picked up a piece of pie and put it into Fudge's mouth, while mentally dubbing, "Pig la la" (what the owner says when feeding the pigs).

"Thank you," Fudge mumbled.

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

It's delicious. A floor cleaner can actually make such a delicious pie. This guy is really bad at being a human being. If he had been allowed to eat earlier, he could have been promoted to the Pest Advisory Department (another department that also often works overtime and earns one more galleon per week).

He licked the residue from the corner of his mouth. "How strange. The Floo Network is still running well."

“Why us.”

The memory of being spun out of the furnace door and slammed into the wall came flooding back to my mind.

The urge to die again was suppressed.

"Dolores, how about we go 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, he does not need to punch in and out of get off work. The fireplace in his office is always green and is directly connected to the bedroom. Even when he travels far away, he has to use the Ministry of Magic's high-level portkeys (which eliminate the weakness of using portkeys to travel through space as if the human body is hooked in the stomach and keeps spinning; the more expensive permanent portkeys).

Although she was not born in a good family, her father was not a senior official of the Wizengamot as she claimed, but a janitor who worked in the Magical Maintenance Department of the Ministry of Magic and mopped the floor.

But at that time, Fudge was only the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magical Disasters, and the benefits of the lower-level employees of the Ministry of Magic were not cut.

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

So, she really didn't know much about trains and her only impression of them came from her school days.

Fudge didn't understand either.

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

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

“Even if there are no shifts.”

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

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

Fudge spoke earnestly and with a righteous look on his face.

Umbridge felt a little ashamed. I am still too upright to be like this.

"Minister, I will never make the same mistake again next time."

On the other side of the fireplace, Cattermole's good mood caused by watching Fudge and the other man make a fool of themselves was ruined by disgust.

Does the Ministry of Magic really have a future when it is run by such insects?

As someone in the Ministry's Department of Magical Maintenance, he had interacted with nearly every employee in the Ministry.

So, even though 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."

"But if you two are thrown out of the train,

Fudge's face darkened.

Umbridge, who was a quick learner, reacted instantly, "Minister, how about this."

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

This way I don’t have to worry about embarrassing myself in front of the public. I’m such a smart guy.

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

It was not that he had not considered that his behavior was outrageous and might very well bring disgrace upon him.

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 through magical means.

Combined with what Catmull said about the endless sea.

What is Dumbledore going to do?
After establishing an independent kingdom for wizards, is the next step to abolish the Ministry of Magic?

A space exclusive to wizards and controlled by Dumbledore.

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

That's why he was willing to crawl out of his warm bed and rush to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible.
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Hogsmeade was now brightly lit.

One by one, the closed shops began to open.

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 store saying "Five hundred feet ahead, open for business on the seaside."

Because, although the streets are full of Hogwarts students, there are more students by the sea.

Bonfires were lit on the beach and even in the middle of the sea.

Looking down from above, it seems like the stars are twinkling.

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

Some little wizards who love fishing have been fishing on a sinking and floating platform a hundred feet above the ground.

Some little wizards dived over the sea on their flying brooms, while others directly drove into the sea with the Armor Spell and the Bubble Head Spell and then flew out of the sea.

Others dived directly into the seabed.

But they are all far from one place.

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

Even the most unruly Gryffindor students were reluctant to go near and risk being hit by a train.

Especially now, there are red trains passing by from time to time.

Information in the wizarding world travels too quickly.

Now almost everyone knew what happened in Hogwarts.

The train company also quickly updated its advertisements.

[Hogwarts Express: Want to dive into the sea and enjoy the underwater world? Want to fly high into the sky and overlook the earth? All you need is 2 Silver Sickles! ]

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

Only a few wizards knew the Hogsmeade wizards and knew their furnace door.

No wizard would think of making money by selling information about his own furnace door.

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

Therefore, most wizards can only travel by train.

So, even at 9 o'clock in the evening, the train was packed with people.

But every wizard who was squeezed had excitement written all over his face.

What is advertised is not false.

And if you are lucky, there will be entertainment programs.

You can see the people around you being thrown away by a beam of light.

In the festive atmosphere, almost no one noticed.

However, the two Dumbledore brothers, as well as Grindelwald who arrived later, noticed this.

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

Manstein, or Grindelwald, nodded. "I read the superficial thoughts of all wizards who enter here."

"I discovered this when I found out that they all had no bad intentions."

"Here, this is the relevant memory."

Grindelwald drew his wand from his robes and thrust the tip into his blond hair, close to his temple.

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

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

Dumbledore quickly scanned all the faces of the wizards and witches who had been chosen by the teleportation phenomenon.

He frowned, "Sure enough, they are among them."

The "they" Dumbledore was referring to were Aberforth and the suspicious-looking guys he was investigating, suspected to be dark wizards and spies, who lived in Hogsmeade and rarely went out.

There weren't many 'them', so it was surprising to Dumbledore when every face came into view.

Before this, Apparate was possible in Hogsmeade.

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

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

"That guy ('Kobayashi Masaru') is missing. Could he have 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 an eyebrow. "This shows that the tree, or the creator of this tree, also recognizes me and my cause."

Aberforth sneered, "Your career? Stop being disgusting!"

"I guess the creator thought you weren't a threat while being supervised by Albus."

"That's right," Grindelwald leaned into Dumbledore's arms, "With Albus around, any career and the greatest interests are nothing but clouds."

Aberforth made a retching face.

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

"Albus, those faces, who else but 'them'?"

Dumbledore shrugged. "Excluding those who are disguised, most of them are from abroad. And there are people from the Ministry of Magic, including Cornelius and his men."

"I think your guess may be correct."

"Connelly is not a dark wizard. He just clings to power and regards anyone who might threaten his position as minister as an enemy."

"That includes Hogwarts and me, where his power cannot penetrate."

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."

"All we need to do is reclaim land and relocate the wizarding world."

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

"Just kill all the outsiders!"

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

"Pagans are worse than demons. Those who hold us back should be eliminated first, rather than enemies. There are countless such true sayings."

"People like Fudge are obsessed with power and don't do their job properly."

"Wizards who exclude those who are different from them should be eliminated more than Voldemort, whom you regard as a threat."

"Albus, don't hesitate any longer."

"Just think of it as doing it for Ariana, to create a more peaceful and better environment for her."

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

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

"We don't need to eliminate them."

"You are quite right about one thing."

"Reclaim land and relocate the wizarding world."

“Those who can’t enter, let them stay outside.”

“If they do unite, that would be a good thing.”