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

"In the end, everyone was paying attention to how short Charlie's hair would be cut, and betting on whether Bill would immediately return to Egypt."

"You know what?"

Ron looked around and whispered, "Do you remember that crazy girl?"

Harry nodded, "Of course I remember. She was the lucky one who managed to get into the female circle around Bajir."

"That's good," Ron said with fear in his eyes, "You don't know how bold she is."

“When we were all on the grounds, by the lake, she went straight to the big tree.”

"You know, there are many rare and dangerous magical creatures gathered near the Forbidden Forest."

Harry was unmoved.

He just felt that this girl really had a sixth sense that was beyond that of ordinary wizards.

The safety of the forbidden forest was discovered directly, and the rules were rooted in people's hearts.

Or maybe he found Bagir in that tree.

Before he resonated and lost his mind, he vaguely saw Bajir nodding at him.

"But...what does that have to do with Ginny?"

Ron raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, as if to ask, 'Aren't we in sync?'

"Have you forgotten? Ginny is Luna's friend."

"She followed behind on her broom."

"But her roommates just thought she went to the stadium. I only found out about it yesterday."

"It's really strange, how could that Luna be a Ravenclaw."

"She is so bold."

"By the way, when can we go to Hagrid's again."

"We've long since grown tired of Hogsmeade and the seaside."

Harry hesitated, "We'll have to wait a few days."

Ron made a rude gesture, "He's been crying for a few days, his eyes are swollen."

"What about failing to live up to Dumbledore's expectations?"

"He neglected his duties when he was needed most. Fortunately, those little cuties in the forbidden forest didn't rush out."

"In my opinion, it's more because he didn't see those rare and magical animals."

"Stop talking," Harry stood up, "Hedwig is here."

"Hedwig!"

A snowy white owl emerged from the light, a newspaper tied to its leg.

"I never get tired of watching this scene, how cool it is, appearing in the light." Ron also stood up.

He leaned over and asked, "Let me see, what's written in the newspaper?"

"I guess it's still here. These days, newspaper news around the world revolves around this world."

Ron froze.

I read out a few titles in a daze.

"【Fudge was arrested, who will be the next minister】"

"[The Deputy Minister directly enjoyed the Dementor's Kiss - Evil Mystery]"

"[Albus Dumbledore = Headmaster of Hogwarts + Minister of Magic]"

"This can't be true."

"Dumbledore is also Minister for Magic."

"Can this be done concurrently?"

At this time, a huge red-breasted robin flew across the sky.

In the smoky office filled with exquisite silverware, Dumbledore was yawning.

The recent lack of sleep made him wonder if Gettler had secretly used energy potions.

Suddenly, his eyes became sharp.

The red-breasted robin was flying towards his window.

The red-breasted robin is a small bird the size of a palm.

It gets its name from the reddish-orange color from its face to its chest.

The British love the red-breasted robin very much, especially the instinct of the male red-breasted robin to patrol and defend the territory he has established, calling it "the bird of God". In 1960, it was selected as the national bird in the UK through a referendum.

In the wizarding world, it is also used as a messenger by senior officials of the Ministry of Magic and is very popular.

It was even specially grown to its current watermelon size using various precious magic potions and endowed with many magics.

However, it is rarely used.

Only responsible for some important letters.

The last time he was activated was to inform Fudge that he had won the election.

"Connelly, are you finally ready to go astray?"

Dumbledore sighed.

A hint of silver light flashed across the red-orange belly of the Red-breasted Robin.

A letter with an envelope made entirely of beautiful, silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon skin appeared in Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore's brow began to frown.

As a great wizard, he could sense the magical fluctuations of the seal of Sir Merlin hidden by the dragon skin.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 216 Changes

Hogwarts Castle

8th Floor Principal's Office

Mr Albus Dumbledore,

British Ministry of Magic

Minister: Albus Dumbledore

(Headmaster of Hogwarts, Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, Chief Wizard of the Grand Wizard Association, President of the International Confederation of Magicians)

We are pleased to inform you that you have been appointed Minister for Magic.

The term of office is lifelong and can concurrently serve as the headmaster of Hogwarts.

The location of your office is up to you.

The relevant documents will be mailed to you later, and we hope you can process them as soon as possible.

Senior Undersecretary to the Ministry of Magic (female)

Sincerely, Amelia Bones

"Me? Minister?"

"Amelia became deputy minister?"

Dumbledore lived in Bengbu.

He looked carefully at the "notice" written in green dragon blood and could almost see the pattern.

The words "lifelong", "part-time", and "self-determination of office location" that followed made him wonder if he was too tired yesterday and was dreaming now.

Well, eat some cockroaches to calm your nerves.

Dumbledore looked left and right, and after confirming that Gettler was not there, he reached for the file box.

Soon, a black and red cockroach that was still alive was stuffed into his mouth.

He finally relaxed when he felt the chocolate liquid and jelly bursting in his mouth and the stimulation of the cockroach's limbs.

The pile of cockroaches, which is too sweet for ordinary people and scary for most wizards, is Dumbledore's medicine to refresh his spirit.

But the Dark Lord hated this snack, and hated kissing his mouth after eating it even more.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore frowned.

It seemed that this was a more serious problem than him becoming Minister of Magic.

However, the flapping of owl wings by the window and the documents brought him back to reality.

"Later. Later indeed." Dumbledore curled his lips and waved his wand.

The file was automatically opened, and pages floated around him.

Then the smile disappeared.

A long roll of parchment caught his attention.

What is written on it is the evidence of Fudge's crimes so far.

Dumbledore never thought that this guy, who was only greedy for power and couldn't figure out his own destiny, had done so many bad things.

When he buried his head like an ostrich in the sand called Hogwarts, the incompetent person who was indirectly pushed to the position by him turned out to have such a bad side.

The single thing Fudge did seemed to be just a display of his ministerial authority.

Little things that don't need to be taken seriously or worried about.

Only marginal sectors are affected.

But when they are connected together, it is so serious.

Innocent wizards were thrown into jail one after another; the cause of death of Muggle children was covered up; homeless people and hikers were sold to Knockturn Alley as black magic materials and slaves; the habitat of fire dragons rushed into the village to prey due to planning errors.

This is just part of the negative impact of the executive order.

Fudge also squeezed an astronomical amount of gold Galleons from it and influenced the atmosphere of the Ministry of Magic.

In some ways, Fudge is a genius.

He is extremely skilled in seizing power and maintaining the stability of his ministerial position.

By splitting up several inconspicuous small departments, they can leverage their power and expand their power.

Set up a few less busy departments that can easily produce results and win over people's hearts.

The rest of the bribes will be delivered to him automatically without him having to ask for them.

"Am I wrong?" Dumbledore asked himself.

Behind these dry words are the deaths of innocent lives.

The astronomical amount of money committed was funded by blood and sweat.

For the first time, he began to question his own abandonment of power.

It turned out that he had been covering his eyes and pretending to be blind from the very beginning.

If you don't occupy an important position, the enemy will.

Even if he hates power, he should choose the right person to sit on it instead of running away from it.

If we talk about the First Wizarding War, his cowardly retreat was understandable.

But the achievements in the Second Wizarding War did not belong to him alone.

It took five of Voldemort's Death Eaters to kill the brothers Gideon and Fabian.

Marlin joined the Order of the Phoenix with great enthusiasm, and his entire family, including himself, was wiped out.

Edgar, whose entire family was captured by Death Eaters, his parents, lover, and children all died tragically, and even he himself lost his life.

Caradoc mysteriously disappeared six months after taking the group photo, and even his body was never found.