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After waiting at the door for a few minutes and seeing that there was no sign of them stopping inside, Jack knocked on the door.

"Come in," Fudge said.

Pushing open the door, Jack saw Fudge lounging on a chair with his legs crossed, completely oblivious to what was happening.

"What is it?" Fudge raised an eyebrow, showing no sign of blaming Jack for interrupting.

“Minister, your letter is from your elder,” Jack said softly.

"Oh~" Fudge deliberately raised his voice a few octaves, "My elders, well, they can't take up work time, don't you think?"

"It's alright, it's alright." The other minister on the other end of the curse reacted quickly, even faster than Jack.

"It might be something urgent. You go and take care of it first. I'll wait here. It'll be fine. By the way, please give my regards to your elders."

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, but I'll have to trouble you for a bit." Fudge stood up, saying sorry, but his hands didn't stop moving as he hung up the phone.

How arrogant...

Jack lowered his head, thinking to himself.

Fudge took the letter from his hand. "Oh, it's asking if I'm free to come home for dinner today."

"Minister, shall I help you pick it up again?" Jack asked in a low voice.

Communication between the Ministry of Magic departments is conducted through their external liaison channels, which ensures a high degree of secrecy.

"Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow. Let him wait too," Fudge said, waving his hand dismissively.

The ministers in the United States used to do this kind of thing all the time, like replying only after get off work hours. Although ministers like Fudge don't have a fixed off-hours, Fudge knew that guy was just being annoying, since the time difference between the two sides wasn't something that couldn't be managed at the same time.

Now that he finally has the chance to retaliate, he has to get his revenge.

Fudge returned to his seat, glanced through the letters, and tapped the table. His family suddenly asked about dinner, which meant someone had used their connections at home.

"Jack, can you post a message for me saying I'm going back?" Fudge said. He still needed to catch up on the praise from ministers from other countries. He could deal with things at home after get off work. He told that person to wait too.

"Minister! Hogwarts has replied and agreed to let you go." Suddenly, a wizard entered and announced loudly.

That's interesting. Hogwarts is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, and now Fudge, the Minister of Magic, has to ask beforehand if he wants to go.

"Jack! Come back!" Fudge called out to Jack, who was about to leave.

Then, Fudge turned to the wizard who had just entered, "When did Professor McGonagall say we could go to Hogwarts?"

"Um... the reply didn't specify a time." The wizard paused, increasingly confused. Did Fudge's arrival time have to be determined by Hogwarts?

"Then go ask quickly!" Fudge slammed his hand on the table and said.

"Yes! I'll go right now!"

After the wizard left, Fudge thought for a few seconds and said, "Jack, change this. I'm not going back today. Also, sort out my schedule. For the next few days, postpone all trips that are further away."

“Yes, Minister,” Jack replied.

"Also, if Hogwarts sends you any information, let me know immediately, and double the funding allocated to Hogwarts this year," Fudge continued.

“Yes, Minister.” Jack blinked, and Fudge suddenly looked like a sycophant in his eyes.

Fudge waved his hand, telling Jack to get lost. What kind of look was that? He didn't understand anything.

Why is Fudge so assertive now? It's all thanks to Leona's strength in the Human League. Hogwarts and the Human League have such a close relationship now, why shouldn't he hurry up and cultivate that relationship?

As for sycophants, anyone can be a sycophant as long as there is benefit to be gained.

Chapter 348 Mental Healing (Physical)

Upon Leona's return to Hogwarts, she immediately began constructing the anchor point with Merlin's help.

We need to strike while the iron is hot. Voldemort is dead, and his influence is gradually fading. We can't just leave it like this.

While McGonagall was giving her reply to the Ministry of Magic, Leona had already emerged from seclusion.

"Don't you think Ms. Leona seems a little different than she was at the beginning?" Lupin whispered to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall nodded; she sensed it too.

Although it's not nice to say it like this, McGonagall really felt that Leona was a bit inhuman, not in terms of physical strength, but in terms of spirit.

When Leona looked at her, Professor McGonagall felt not only warmth but also a chilling coldness, a feeling she only experienced when she knew Leona.

It was the feeling of being watched by inanimate objects; it seemed that in Leona's eyes, everything was like an ant.

In addition, Lupin and Snape sensed some hostility, an undisguised hostility.

Lupin's problem stemmed from the werewolf virus within him, while Snape's was due to his past as a Death Eater.

"Leona, how are you feeling right now?" Merlin asked, frowning.

“Very good.” Leona nodded to Merlin, finally showing a different attitude than when she looked at others. However, this attitude was not because Merlin was Merlin, but because Merlin was a legend.

Merlin touched the non-existent beard in the projection, waved to Leona, and gestured for her to come over.

Leona stood ramrod straight, looking down at Merlin.

Then Merlin suddenly laughed and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

Divine Binding Technique!

Invisible ropes appeared out of thin air and bound Leona up.

Leona reacted violently, with blazing flames erupting from her body and two divine weapons materializing from the void.

Merlin teleported behind Leona.

Luxury Dismantling!

The seven-colored flames struck Leona directly, causing huge cracks to appear on the Golden Shield and Leona's armor.

Void banishment!

Merlin didn't stop, and another spell struck Leona, instantly destroying all of her defenses.

Mighty Blow! Merlin's devastating blow!

Merlin used his hand as a sword and struck Leona hard on the back of the head!

With a thud, Leona collapsed to the ground.

All of this happened in an instant; no one else had time to react when Leona collapsed.

popping.

Merlin clapped his hands and gestured to the others, "Don't be nervous, she had a mental problem, but it's cured."

Lu Ping swallowed hard. This was supposed to be mental therapy?!

Merlin raised his hand, and a force lifted Leona up, then carried her into the room next door.

Leona had really become more like the Goddess of Dawn than Leona just now; the humanity within her had been pushed to its limit.

Of course, the anchor point established by Voldemort is not the key, but it is a starting point.

Leona herself is a god-like being formed from concepts and mystique; her humanity absolutely dominates, which is the result of interference from the entire Human Alliance.

If no one interferes, the Dawn Goddess's performance just now was the first indication, while Leona's human-like behavior could only be shown briefly.

This anchor point directly stimulated the divinity that had been suppressed by the human alliance, causing Leona to begin to transform into a believer in God.

This is also why Leona harbors hostility towards Lupin and Snape.

Fortunately, Merlin discovered that humanity had only been suppressed, not dissipated; otherwise, he would have had to urgently send Leona back to the Human Alliance.

His spells were able to break down Leona's defenses, and humanity played a significant role in this.

Otherwise, the time gained by the Divine Binding Spell and the sneak attack would at most allow Merlin to cast one spell.

Leona lay on the bed, her body bathed in a play of light and shadow. Merlin sat beside her, watching her. If the divinity won, he was prepared to give Leona another treatment.

About ten minutes later, Leona gradually woke up.

"Ouch, that hurts! Who hit me on the head with a club?!"

Leona touched the back of her head and jumped out of bed.

"Who are you?" Merlin asked.

Leona looked at Merlin suspiciously. "I was knocked unconscious, and you have amnesia? Was it you who did it?"

"..." Merlin was a little helpless, but the situation was good.

Leona must have recovered to be able to say such things. If divinity can be faked like this, then what's the difference between it and humanity?

"Oh right! Did you see that? Am I handsome? Did you record it for me? I want to show it to my brother when I get back!" Leona continued chattering.

Merlin covered his face, it seemed that he hadn't fully regained his balance yet. Leona was being a bit too impulsive, but she could adjust herself.

"Everything's done. Go on out; they're still waiting outside," Merlin said.

Outside the lounge, Professor McGonagall and the others watched the door with great concern. Leona's loss of control was more frightening than anything else; they simply couldn't stop her.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Leona asked the others after she came out.

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Hogwarts could continue and wouldn't turn to ashes.

For the first time, Lupin and Snape shared the same thought: surviving is not terrible; dying without any meaning is the most terrible thing.

"Come on, everyone's here, take another picture of me, I want to use it as my profile picture." Leona was like she was on steroids, she just couldn't stop now.

He stretched his hands forward, and the afterimages flashed twice, but neither of the two divine weapons appeared.

Leona suddenly turned to look at Merlin, since Merlin was the only one here who could affect her companion equipment.

"Don't worry, I can't damage the core. Just leave it there and don't move it. It will recover in a year or two," Merlin explained.

"So, it really was you who knocked me unconscious? What did you use?" Leona seemed unconcerned about Merlin's words, or perhaps she hadn't grasped the point at all. She simply circled around Merlin, trying to see what kind of stick had knocked her out.

Seeing Leona like this, Professor McGonagall exchanged a silent glance with Lupin.

Indeed, physical methods are not very reliable for solving mental health issues; this is going from one extreme to another.

"Stop spinning, I'm using my hands." Merlin said, raising his right hand. "If you want to learn, I'll teach you when we get back."

"Just fists?"

"I also used one of my unique spells, Merlin's Heavy Blow."