Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"To test the visitors' abilities."

Draco began to introduce the Trial Gate like a professional commentator.

"The trial gate is enchanted and can only be opened with pure force. It is divided into seven levels in total. The force required to open each gate is twice that of the previous gate."

Draco pointed to the smallest stone door in the middle that they had just passed through: "The place we just passed through is the first gate, and it is also the easiest one. It requires about 500KG of pushing force."

"Testing strength?"

After listening to Draco's introduction, Fudge blurted out these words without thinking.

"It's ability!! Only a brainless and vulgar person like you would think so."

Draco felt contempt for Fudge in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he gave a simple explanation.

It does take a lot of strength to push open the door, but as a wizard, doesn't he know how to use magic?

Isn't it a test of one's ability to use magic to solve the problem at hand?

Can't you break the spell that has been cast?

And it's not like there aren't spells that increase one's power, even if few wizards learn them on their own, but they exist, right?

Look, Draco got in without any effort.

So brain is a good thing, but not everyone has it.

"Why didn't you tell us earlier?"

One of the Aurors complained when he heard that magic could be used.

"Do you know the spell I'm going to tell you?"

Faced with Draco's question, the other party was speechless for a moment.

The spell to increase strength is one of the most unpopular spells. Basically no wizard would deliberately learn it, at least the Aurors present would not.

Who would have thought that being a wizard required physical strength?

Draco shrugged. Since you don't know how, then forget it.

"How does Mr. Dursley usually get in? Does he also push open the first door?"

Fudge walked up to the gate and asked after taking a closer look.

Well, he didn't recognize any of the symbols above.

"Of course not." Draco said.

Hearing his words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Dursley should be able to use his own unique magic to get in.

"Brother D usually opens the third door directly."

"He opened the first and second gates to take care of me, Harry and the others. Otherwise, these two gates should have been closed."

"???"

Push open the third door? The first door is twice as big as the second one.

The first gate weighs 500KG, the second gate weighs 1 ton, and the third gate weighs .2 tons.

Fudge and his group couldn't understand and were greatly shocked.

What kind of monster is this?

The reincarnation of a giant?

They didn't realize that what Draco said was that he would push it away directly, not that he could only push it away.

At this time, a Cornish elf flew over from the distance, stopped in front of Fudge and others, and bowed to them very gentlemanly.

The image of him in a well-tailored suit and polite appearance was very different from the Cornish elf in my memory.

It was the first time for Fudge and his companions to see Cornish elves as receptionists. Even with the magic, they still found it incredible that they could tame such a troublemaker.

Neat, polite, quiet, these words would never appear in a Cornish elf.

The Cornish elf muttered something to Fudge and the others.

"What is it saying?" an Auror asked curiously.

Draco answered his question, "Let's follow it, that's the squire here."

After hearing what Draco said, Fudge and his party quickly followed the Cornish elves and headed towards the castle.

Passing by the garden outside the castle, Fudge looked at the plants planted in the garden.

Pumpkin patch, wild vegetable patch and cabbage patch.

"A vegetable garden?"

"Mr. Dursley also grows his own food?"

'It's terrible to be uneducated'

Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly.

There are highly destructive magic pumpkins, extremely aggressive poisonous tentacles, terrifying biting cabbages and all kinds of rare magical plants. In a sense, this is indeed a 'vegetable garden', but this 'vegetable garden' is very dangerous.

Even though Fudge and his crew are adult wizards, their knowledge reserves are not as good as Neville's.

Not only did he fail to recognize the magic pumpkins and poisonous tentacles, he even failed to recognize the famous biting cabbage.

I thought they were just ordinary vegetables grown by Dudley.

It wasn't just Fudge, it was the same with the Ministry of Magic staff and Aurors who followed him.

In fact, this phenomenon is quite normal, not everyone is a top student.

After graduation, most students return the knowledge they have learned to their teachers.

Like many ordinary people, their knowledge reserves peaked in high school, but they forget everything when they enter college.

Aurors are wizards too, and wizards are human too.

If you don’t believe it, just recall chemical equations, mathematical formulas, the periodic table, or ancient poetry, and see how much you can remember.

The Cornish elf guided Fudge and others into the castle and came to the reception room.

Dudley, Hermione, Neville and Harry Potter, who Fudge 'thinks about day and night' and 'is obsessed with', are all here.

At this moment, they were enjoying a delicious breakfast.

Pancakes, fried dough sticks, noodles with soybean paste, rice rolls, and hot, fragrant big meat buns.

Chapter 189 Fudge: The Ministry of Magic must know Harry Potter's whereabouts

"When I woke up this morning, I heard the magpie calling on the tree branch. I was still wondering what the good news was, but it turned out to be a distinguished guest."

Dudley slowly swallowed a mouthful of fried dough sticks, took a big sip of soy milk, and said to Fudge with a smile.

Youtiao tastes better with soy milk.

"What do you mean?"

Fudge didn't understand Dudley's flattery, which was quite meaningful.

He didn't even understand the culture of English wizards, and couldn't even recognize all the magical plants, let alone expect him to know the "metaphors" of flower growers.

'It's terrible to be uneducated'

Dudley also said silently in his mind, but he said, "I mean Mr. Fudge, it's nice to meet you."

Fudge understood these simple and straightforward words.

"Me too, Mr. Dursley."

Fudge laughed, and the wrinkled skin on his face immediately piled up and trembled.

"Let's eat together. I think you haven't eaten yet."

"That's so embarrassing." Fudge said, then picked up a fried dough stick.

Although he had eaten some cereal in the morning, it was not filling enough. Seeing Dudley and the others eating so happily, he felt hungry again.

Mainly because I saw Harry Potter, I felt relieved and my appetite was whetted.

It is true that Chinese cuisine is extensive and profound, but not everyone likes it, after all, tastes vary. Even in China, people will argue over whether to eat sweet rice dumplings, salty rice dumplings, sweet tofu pudding, salty tofu pudding or spicy tofu pudding, not to mention other places.

Even though Hermione and the others seem to enjoy their food, that’s because they have followed Dudley since childhood and have similar eating habits.

Fudge only took two bites of the fried dough sticks and put it down. After looking around, he didn't seem to like the other foods, but he was very interested in the rice rolls.

He sprinkled a lot of white sugar on the rice rolls, and then added a lot of jam and honey.

Dudley's eyelids twitched when he saw this.

I don't mind the choking.

The Aurors and Ministry of Magic staff just stood behind Fudge and watched silently, swallowing their saliva constantly. After all, Dudley did not entertain them.

There is only so much food, and if they were to eat too, it really wouldn't be enough.

Well, mainly because Dudley didn't have enough to eat.

Soon everyone finished their breakfast. The Cornish elves took away the plates and served everyone a cup of tea to help them get rid of the greasiness.

This time the Aurors are there too.

I hadn't eaten anything in the first place, and after watching Dudley and the others eat for a long time, I drank a cup of tea to lose weight, which made me even hungrier.

"I wonder what urgent matter Mr. Fudge has that brings him to my place so early in the morning?" Dudley took the initiative to ask.

His question made Fudge look a little unnatural. He originally thought that Dudley was taking Harry to live with a friend for a while, but he didn't expect Dursley to buy such a big house without saying a word.

Are the Dursleys that rich?

"Mr. Dursley, I'm here to see Harry."

Fudge said honestly, then looked at Harry: "We went to old Mr. Dursley's, but found that you were not there. You know, you made us panic. But thank God, we are okay."

There was deep concern in his tone, and Fudge smiled at Harry from over his teacup. His smile was kind and benevolent, like an uncle looking at his beloved nephew.

"Me?" Harry pointed at himself to make sure the other party had found the right person.

He thought Fudge was looking for Dudley, but he didn't expect that he was the one looking for him.

But why would he, the Minister of Magic, care so much about what he was doing?

Dudley once said, 'If someone is too nice to you, he is either a traitor or a thief.'

Then Harry looked at Dudley.

If you don’t know, ask Brother D. There is nothing that Brother D doesn’t know. It has always been like this.

"It's because of Sirius's prison break."

Dudley was telling Harry as much as he was Fudge.

When Fudge heard Sirius' words, the expression on his face changed obviously, and his wrinkles twitched a few more times.

"Sirius? Who?" Harry didn't know why.

"A serious prisoner in Azkaban."

Hermione answered Harry's question. Unlike Harry, she was not at all concerned with news in the wizarding world. Like Dudley, she would spend some time every day reading about recent major events.

"So this prisoner named Sirius is related to Harry? Will he come to take revenge on Harry?"

Hermione easily figured out that the other party would come for Harry.

"That's a very dangerous prisoner."

Fudge didn't want to answer these questions and abruptly interrupted Hermione's analysis. He didn't want Harry to know the relationship between Sirius and their family at all.

"Evil, cruel, bloodthirsty, crazy, and murderous."

Fudge kept saying bad things about Sirius, describing him as a neurotic murderer.

If possible, he even wanted to lock up Harry Potter to ensure his safety. At least during his time as Minister of Magic, nothing must happen to Harry Potter.

"There are still two weeks left before Hogwarts starts. I think I should take Harry away and have him protected by people arranged by the Ministry of Magic to a safe place."