The King of Flags at Hogwarts

However, when it comes to taxes, those who know, know. If someone says they've lost money this quarter and there's no profit, there's nothing you can do. This is the magical world; falsifying accounts is easy... So, in reality, paying taxes is no different from giving sponsorship; it's entirely voluntary.

Previously, there were many powerful families, and everyone had to pay tribute to the Ministry of Magic in order to compete for power. But now there is only one oligarchy, and the Ministry of Magic has to pay tribute to the Ant Merchant Guild.

The Malfoys were genuinely losing money and couldn't pay up, while the Ant Merchant Guild pretending to be poor was an order given by the young girl in front of them.

As for why she gave this order, Fudge knew perfectly well; he'd heard that Harry Potter had fallen on the pitch because of the Dementors…

Bobby chuckled, "The Ant Guild? I'm not familiar with that. As you know, I never interfere in management affairs. Perhaps I could take a good look into it during my summer vacation?"

She clapped her hands, and tea and snacks were immediately served. Then she continued, "With the size of the Ant Merchant Guild, there is absolutely no way that it would suffer losses. If it does, then someone must have embezzled the money. If I find out, I will punish them severely."

Fudge was getting anxious. From what this girl was saying, she wanted to cut off the Ministry of Magic's funding for six months?

Amelia Bornes was actually just someone Fudge brought along to keep things under control; Bobby's attitude wasn't too harsh because of her.

This move was the right one; Bobby has shown some deference to Burns, and the conversation hasn't turned sour so far. But if Fudge is hoping Burns will speak up for him, that's wishful thinking.

At this moment, Amelia Bones sat there quietly with her eyes slightly closed, like a statue, motionless.

Fudge swallowed hard. "Miss Evans, do you think we could reorganize the Chamber of Commerce during the Christmas holidays? Our department can't afford to wait that long."

Bobby looked at Fudge in shock: "You're going to deprive a thirteen-year-old girl of her Christmas holiday! Even the most heartless capitalists aren't as heartless as you!"

She unleashed a torrent of profanities in Chinese, such as "You heartless beast, you maggot-infested wretch," and "You filthy thing, you shameless bastard," for five minutes straight.

Dumbledore, who was keeping a close eye on the situation from his office, spat a mouthful of boiling water onto the viewing screen, causing countless ripples to spread across the magically formed image.

Bobby cursed scathingly, but Fudge couldn't understand a word she said.

After Bobby had vented his anger, Fudge had no choice but to ask with a forced smile, "The Ministry of Magic really can't afford to delay for another six months. Why don't you ask Gringotts to lend the Ministry some money?"

Poppy said, "Gringotts isn't mine, it belongs to the goblins. I can put in a good word for you, but I can't guarantee it will work..."

Fudge was alarmed. How could this girl be so slippery? Just like those shameless old politicians in the ministry.

He was about to say something when he heard a loud bang outside the house, followed by a young girl's scream.

Bobby rushed out of the house, screaming from upstairs. She ran quickly toward the source of the screams and saw a swarm of Slytherin snakes rushing down from upstairs to the ground.

There were just too many new students, a huge, overwhelming number. There was nothing that could be done about it; this year, the total number of Slytherin students had exceeded five hundred, and the common room simply couldn't accommodate so many. Therefore, many young wizards chose to do their homework in the Great Hall or the Library.

The school tacitly accepted this, and the time limit for the snakes' nighttime wanderings was greatly relaxed. Filch also turned a blind eye to it.

The crowd blocked their way, so Bobby had no choice but to take flight, soaring over the heads of the little snakes and flying upstairs.

"It's the young lady!"

"It's Miss Poppy!"

Amidst the admiring gazes of the Squib students, Bobby rushed straight to the second floor.

Following the sound, Bobby arrived at the scene.

This is the hallway in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

On both sides of the corridor, the prefects of each grade had already sealed off the entrances. Although they were afraid, they still stuck to their posts and made sure that the young wizards who had wandered here were quickly evacuated.

Percy, as the president of the male student council, was also there. He watched with concern as the group of people embroiled in a fight broke out at the office door.

A tall werewolf was seen frantically attacking a green-haired dog, which was tightly protecting Harry Potter and Ron Weasley behind it.

The two sworn brothers were constantly casting auxiliary spells such as "Obstacles" and "Enhanced Flash," but these were useless against the werewolf's power.

They wanted to use a Transfiguration Charm to alter the terrain and hinder the werewolves, just like Poppy and Grindelwald demonstrated in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class last year, but their strength simply didn't allow it.

Poppy blinked above Lupin the werewolf's head, quickly landing and grabbing his neck with one hand, pinning him to the ground. She took two steps onto the werewolf's back, instantly increasing her weight to several tons, completely suppressing him.

The werewolf struggled frantically, but it couldn't break free at all. It flailed its limbs wildly, but only left rows of claw marks on the floor in vain.

Bobby finally had time to visit Harry and the others.

The younger cousin and Ron were well protected by the green hat. Although the corridor was narrow, there were pillars to go around. Apart from looking a bit disheveled from the fall, only Ron was missing a front tooth, which was considered a major battle damage.

Green Hat was in a much worse state, covered in wounds and bleeding profusely. Seeing Lupin being subdued by Poppy, he breathed a sigh of relief and fainted.

Harry rushed forward and knelt down to examine the green hat's wounds. His godfather had repeatedly shielded him from the werewolves with his own body, sustaining many unnecessary injuries!

Bobby pulled a fanged dragon's spine from his chest, which transformed into a white rope that bound Lupin tightly. He then tossed a vial of potion to Harry.

"Harry, put this medicine on the wound."

Harry did as instructed, and the deep, bone-revealing wound quickly stopped bleeding and began to heal.

The professors rushed over, and Dumbledore even Apparated directly in front of Bobby.

Lupin was bound, like a frozen fish, unable to move, only baring his teeth and making threatening laughs.

Dumbledore looked at Snape: "Didn't he drink the wolfsbane potion?"

Snape's face darkened. "That idiot probably took the wrong potion." Anyway, it was all Lupin's fault, and Snape wasn't going to take the blame.

"Bobby, let's move Professor Lupin to his office first."

Bobby flicked his finger, and the werewolf stick flew up. The office door opened by itself, and the stick flew in with a whoosh before the door closed.

"Oh, oh, oh! What did I just see?"

Fudge's voice rang out, "A werewolf! There's a werewolf in Hogwarts!"

He was as happy as a three-year-old; he felt he had finally found a way to turn the tables. He would use this to threaten Bobby into resuming supplies to the Ministry of Magic!

"Headmaster Dumbledore, the security at Hogwarts is truly worrying. They've managed to get a werewolf into the school! I think for the safety of the young wizards, the Ministry of Magic should send an Auror into Hogwarts to ensure their safety!"

Dumbledore shook his head. "Cornelly, we had no casualties, and we resolved the situation before it escalated. Isn't that enough to prove that Hogwarts is still the safest place?"

Fudge was about to speak when Bobby coldly said, "If you keep nagging, believe me, I'll bankrupt the Ministry of Magic. Building a new Ministry of Magic is just a bit more troublesome."

Rebuilding the Ministry of Magic is not just a hassle; it also involves a series of issues, including public trust. Poppy would never do it unless things get really bad. Because if she did, everyone would see her as someone who overthrew the old government and established a new one.

To put it nicely, it's called revolution; to put it bluntly, it's rebellion.

She's just a young girl who craves good food; neither revolutionaries nor schemers are a good match for her. Let Li's brother handle the plot to usurp the throne.

But Fudge knew nothing of this. He looked at the beautiful girl in horror, his heart sinking to the bottom.

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant!” Fudge wiped the sweat from his brow. “Headmaster Dumbledore is right, Hogwarts is the safest place, it doesn’t need any extra security personnel at all…”

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Chapter 87 Human joys and sorrows are not shared.

Fudge stood there, his heart feeling as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, chilling him to the bone. He felt as if all power was slipping away from him.

"Bobby Evans has defeated the evil werewolf, Slytherin gets 20 points!" This was a smug Professor Snape. Lupin had been exposed, which meant he could once again serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Bobby Evans displayed exceptional spellcasting skills in the battle against the werewolf, Ravenclaw gets 20 points!" This was a happy Professor Flitwick. This semester, the Hawks hadn't been performing well, and their points couldn't compare to those of the Slytherin students who were working so hard with their Squibs. He had to seize every opportunity to earn points for his house.

"Bobby Evans bravely faced the werewolf to save his classmate, Gryffindor score increased by 20 points!" This was Professor McGonagall with a motherly smile; she was happy as long as her child performed well.

"Bobby Evans has earned twenty points for Hufflepuff!" This was Professor Sprows, who hadn't thought of any excuse but just wanted to add points.

The voices of the four deans rang out almost simultaneously.

Putting aside Harry and Ron, Fudge, standing to the side, was almost stunned. He too was a Hogwarts graduate and had never seen such a bizarre scene. Were the heads of the four houses of the university really this unconventional now?

The four deans looked at each other, seemingly having gained points this time, yet also seemingly not.

However, Professor McGonagall, being the vice-principal, is quick-witted.

"Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, facing a formidable enemy with unwavering resolve, bought time for reinforcements. Gryffindor gets 20 points!"

Snape: "..."

Flitwick: "..."

Sprouse: "..."

Speaking of ghosts, the older catgirl ghost is the best.

Snape snorted and said, "Because of Lupin's carelessness, we have to change the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts again."

Dumbledore nodded; he could already imagine the letters from students' parents that would soon rain down on the headmaster's office, perhaps mixed with a few drops of blood—the roaring letters.

Fudge's mind raced. Wasn't this a good opportunity to ease tensions with Bobby?

He immediately said, "We've always felt that our savior Harry Potter needs protection. How about we appoint Li Xiaoxiang, our best Auror, as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? His talent in defense against the Dark Arts is something I've never seen before! He can teach while protecting Harry!"

Of course, it's time for the Dementors to return to Azkaban; the ministry has recently increased its guard on Azkaban, and it's becoming quite strained.

In Fudge's view, Li Xiaoxiang was Bobby's person, so it was the perfect thing to send her people to the school to protect Harry Potter.

However, he felt that this level of sincerity wasn't enough: "Perhaps Sirius Black, a third-class Merlin Order member, could become an assistant instructor for Defense Against the Dark Arts? Of course, this is just a suggestion, a mere suggestion..."

Snape: What is that? Sirius?

Dumbledore looked at Fudge. Although he knew why Fudge would say that, he was still somewhat surprised by the almost overflowing desire to survive.

Lately, Fudge has become increasingly assertive in front of Dumbledore, and today's Fudge has given Dumbledore a sense of novelty.

“I think Hogwarts has no objections as long as you can persuade Mr. Li, Cornelius,” Dumbledore said with a smile.

Fudge smiled and said, "Of course! I will definitely persuade him. Although he hasn't been with the company for long, he has already solved many cases. I've already prepared a position for him as the deputy head of the Department of Magical Execution. As long as he gains experience as a professor at Hogwarts, I will promote him next year!"

Fudge and Dumbledore were talking, but his eyes kept glancing at Bobby.

Seeing Bobby nod, he was completely relieved.

"In that case, I'll go back and talk to Li Xiaoxiang right away, and while I'm at it, settle the matter of Sirius Black's exoneration, oh, and the Merlin Order!"

Fudge left in a hurry, and Bobby felt that he had broken his promise.

Fudge's attitude in admitting his guilt was so good, and she really liked his move to promote the Li family's brother.

After Fudge had gone some distance, Snape rushed up to Dumbledore: "Sirius Black? Dumbledore, what are you hiding from me?"

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses: "Severus, this is a long story. Why don't a few professors come to the headmaster's office to hear it?"

He then looked at Bobby: "Could you keep an eye on Remus for us for a short time?"

Bobby gave an OK sign, and Dumbledore continued, "And Mr. Green Hat, he's seriously injured. Although I know you can heal him, Madam Pomfrey's facilities are better, so I think you can go there."