Hogwarts Study Panel.

Chapter 603-601: Another Minister

"It's still here?"

Professor McGonagall hurriedly stepped down from the main seat.

Today, the professor was still wearing a dark green robe and a tartan shirt.

Upon seeing Professor McGonagall's arrival, the young wizards all took a step back in fear and shrank back.

"professor."

Sheen said.

He was one of the few young wizards who were not afraid of Professor McGonagall.

"Speech, Mr. Green, don't forget."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Michael and the others, then spoke earnestly to the young wizards.

Starting in third grade, she rarely called Sheen by his name, and whenever the professor did, it meant something important was about to happen.

After she left, many little wizard heads immediately sprouted around Sheen.

"What kind of speech? Sheen, are you going to become the principal?"

Michael made exaggerated facial expressions.

"Use your blockhead for a moment and you'll understand that a wizard can only work after graduation."

Anthony said calmly.

"There are always exceptions to everything, and the wizard in front of you is the exception among exceptions."

Michael raised his eyebrows, completely unconvinced.

"But where is Headmaster Dumbledore? If there's an inauguration ceremony, why isn't he there?"

Terry asked in a very low voice.

"Maybe he retired early. Oh, really, he wouldn't even show up at his retirement ceremony—"

Michael shrugged, clearly trying to be funny.

Anthony completely ignored him, while Terry was still feeling sorry for him.

He was a staunch supporter of Headmaster Dumbledore.

"It's just to help Headmaster Dumbledore inform people of some things."

Sheen spoke softly, interrupting their outrageous speculation.

"Ha! I knew it! It really is the inauguration ceremony, isn't it—this used to be the principal's job!"

Michael yelled and hugged Sheehan, "Oh, who would have thought? I used to have a headmaster friend. He was the youngest headmaster in the history of the wizarding world—"

""

The last banquet before leaving school has begun.

The young wizards can play and frolic with their friends to their heart's content, reminiscing about the gains and losses of the past year.

Some of the young wizards looked visibly somber; needless to say, they were all victims of the recent riots in the wizarding world.

Fortunately, the atmosphere in the auditorium was warm enough to pull them out of their grief.

Hannah was one of them.

She was lost in thought when Professor McGonagall suddenly stood up from her desk, interrupting her train of thought.

The auditorium was already quieter than usual for a farewell banquet, but now it was completely silent.

Then, she stared wide-eyed as she saw Professor McGonagall walk up to the head table with a young wizard.

"Quiet."

Professor McGonagall looked at everyone and spoke, her gaze falling on the young wizard beside her.

Another year has passed.

Sheen stood in Dumbledore's seat, in front of the phoenix-shaped microphone that Dumbledore often used. "It's over."

Sheen looked at the young wizards, observing the surprise on each of their faces.

Some people even forgot they were eating, and cheese slowly dripped from the corners of their mouths.

This is a very special perspective. When everyone's eyes are on you, you inevitably feel like you've been entrusted with a great responsibility.

on the rostrum.

Snape stared coldly at each wizard, as if trying to find something in their expressions.

Professors Flitwick and McGonagall mostly focused their attention on the young wizard, and they would always smile knowingly at his calm and composed face.

Hagrid laughed heartily and waved to Harry, Justin, and others.

"Today, there is some news that Headmaster Dumbledore instructed me to share with everyone."

Sheehan said he recalled Dumbledore's message:

First, you need to tell the children that our world has changed a little —

"There's some unrest in the wizarding world. Although the Ministry of Magic doesn't want us to tell you this, some of your parents may be shocked by what we're doing—either because they can't believe such a terrible fact, or because they think we shouldn't tell you this, given your young age."

However, we believe that telling the truth is always better than lying, and it would be an insult to their image to try to portray the deaths of wizards as an accident or attribute them to their own carelessness.

Sheen said.

The young wizards in the audience were speechless, their mouths agape. Upon hearing this, they completely forgot that the person standing in the main seat was a young wizard.

They listened intently, even though they felt a little apprehensive, even though the weather in Scotland had just changed, with thunder and lightning making them uneasy.

"But first and foremost, we must sadly declare that we have lost some very good people who deserved a wonderful life."

An image suddenly appeared on the main seat, showing the recent casualties in the wizarding world, including some of the young wizards' families.

Sheen saw Hannah's tearful eyes and also saw the dim eyes of a second-year student named Eris Kent.

Sheehan was beginning to understand Dumbledore's intentions.

As he stood there, watching the wizards suffer because of evil, he knew he could never succumb to dark magic.

This may have been the last piece of advice Headmaster Dumbledore gave him before he delved into the study of dark magic.

Sheen took a deep breath to get himself going.

He wasn't good at this, and Headmaster Dumbledore didn't give him any further hints.

In other words, he was just expressing his own thoughts.

"I believe—and sometimes I hope we're wrong, but inevitably, I believe we will all face dark and difficult times."

In this hall, some of us have already suffered directly at the hands of the dark forces. Many families have been torn apart.

And with these well-known dark forces rising, we must emphasize that Hogwarts is absolutely safe. But outside of Hogwarts, we hope everyone will remain vigilant.

Sheen said.

At that moment, every face in the auditorium was turned towards Sheen, and every face was etched with shock and fear.

"But please try to be happy, because Headmaster Dumbledore is still here."

Sheen said slowly.

He heard Hagrid whispering to himself.

“I knew he was coming back,” Hagrid said to Professor McGonagall and the others. “We always knew he was there, waiting for his chance. This was bound to happen. Now that it has, we must accept reality. We must fight, and we can stop him from gaining power and ruling the world. That’s Dumbledore’s plan. Dumbledore, he’s a truly remarkable man. As long as he’s around, I’m not too worried.”

Professor McGonagall kept a serious face and didn't reply.

Secondly, you should tell the children that we will have two new professors —

After the wizards' whispers subsided, Sheehan thought of Dumbledore's message.

"However, to help everyone better get through this challenging period, we have added two professors to our team."

They will officially meet everyone after the start of the semester.

Sheehan continued, "At the same time, Hogwarts added two new courses: Defense Against the Dark Arts and Lesson in the Dark Arts—"

The moment he finished speaking, the auditorium erupted in chaos.

"How could Hogwarts allow this—isn't that the same as Durmstrang?"

Hermione's mouth dropped open.

"This means the problem is more serious than we thought."

Justin's gaze was deep.

"Black Magic Class"

Fred looked excited.

"Fantastic!"

George chimed in.

"If we cannot learn it"

Fred winked.

How do we defend against it?

George grinned.

"Quiet"

Professor McGonagall's voice resounded throughout the hall.

This allowed Sheehan to continue, "At the same time, Hogwarts will retain the Dueling Club and add a Dark Arts Club. Students who wish to join the club should submit an application form at the start of the school year."

After Sheen finished speaking, all the tasks assigned by Headmaster Dumbledore were completed.

Two important notices, but actually only one.

The magical world is about to change. Young wizards will not only have to be wary of danger themselves, but also learn enough magic and acquire higher combat skills.

This will greatly reduce casualties.

Because after the Ministry of Magic takes certain measures, Voldemort's forces will definitely go underground.

A wizard with sufficient vigilance will not easily fall into the trap of evil forces.

After all, being prepared and not being prepared are two different things.

The auditorium was silent for a while, but when Sheen was about to leave the stage, thunderous applause suddenly erupted, startling Sheen.

He saw everyone clapping, and every pair of eyes shone with determination.

Previously, some of those eyes were filled with sadness, some with fear, and some with dread.

Now that the unknown has become known, and that Voldemort's forces have been resurrected, people's fear has actually lessened.

"Green! Green!"

He heard someone calling his name.

Fred and George shouted the loudest, and even directed the rhythm of the Gryffindors' shouts.

"I admit that when he said those things, he really did sound like a school principal."

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Hermione whispered to Justin.

Justin smiled but didn't reply.

In the morning, as the Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station, everyone was talking about the unexpected news.

A large number of wizards held magic mirrors and shared this earth-shattering news with their families.

The news that Hogwarts was allowing the teaching of dark magic was less of a concern, given the special circumstances and the need for special measures.

And Sheen was also on this train.

He was going to the farm, and although the Anywhere Door would have been a good option, Professor McGonagall insisted that he stay with his friends a little longer.

She often worried that he was always alone.

On the train, Justin was shopping for snacks with the Witch with the cart, while Hermione was reading a book.

Just like when they first boarded the train, but this time, Sheen took out a mirror that could see into another area and watched and listened intently.

"We have the same concerns."

In a dimly lit room, Sirius spoke to a middle-aged wizard.

The middle-aged wizard frowned, looking just like an old lion.

His brown hair and thick eyebrows were streaked with gray, and behind his gold-rimmed glasses were a pair of sharp yellow eyes. Although he had a lump in his leg, he walked with a confident stride, immediately giving the impression that he was a sharp and tough guy.

"The Brockdale Bridge wasn't just old and dilapidated; that wind wasn't actually a hurricane; those murders were also his doing; and the werewolves and giants weren't accidents."

"What are you trying to say?"

"We are at war, and if possible, Scrinker, we hope you can take some measures."

"In the midst of war?"

Rufus Scrimgeour repeated, "And who are you?"

"us----"

Sirius laughed. "Some people who are determined to fight him to the bitter end."

Scrimgeour stared into Sirius's eyes, confirming that they burned with intense fire.

Sirius looked at Scrimgeour, recalling Mr. Green's instructions: "Fudge has sided with us, but that doesn't mean he'll take sufficient measures. He values ​​his reputation above all else, and he won't change his ways until a real disaster strikes. But there's one different—he might be able to help us gain more information about Voldemort—"

"Some of the followers of that man whose name cannot even be mentioned have gone to join him after hiding for a long time."

Sirius's speech was getting faster and faster.

"He's back? You said he's back" — He's still alive? I mean," Scrimgeour uttered, emphasizing those words.

"Yes, they're still alive."

Sirius said, "I guess he's alive—I can't really say—is someone who can't be killed alive? I don't understand how it works either—but whatever the case, he definitely has a body, he can walk, he can talk, he can kill, so I think, in the context of what we're talking about, he is indeed alive."

Scrimgeour fell silent upon hearing this.

"Last time he used the giants to try and make a big splash. Now, the people in the Misinformation Office are working overtime, right? I heard you even sent out several batches of memory erasers to alter the memories of all those Muggles who witnessed what happened. Most of the staff in the Department of Fantastic Beasts Control were sent to Somerset, where they searched everywhere but couldn't find the giants—what a disaster!"

Sirius Black calmly replied, "Who else do you think could do that besides him?"

In the past, Scrimgeour would have found this statement difficult to understand, but now he knows many things.

"What do you want to do?"

he asks.

"You must take action—it's your responsibility as the Auror's Office Director! Of course, I think you should be willing to take on other responsibilities as well."