Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Although Stebbins was full of retorts, he also knew that what Summers said was true.

If one day, Voldemort tells the world that he will die as soon as he enters Hogwarts, his father and mother will also run to the school and take him home without saying a word.

It wouldn't give him any room to resist.

An angry Stebbins went back to his dormitory to sleep.

Of course, it was not because he was angry that Summers argued with him, but because he found that what Summers said made sense, and he couldn't find a point to refute.

What Summers worried about happened.

After the test on the second day, at the dinner, Principal Dumbledore sadly told everyone that because there was not only one dart target, Voldemort might have known the approximate strength of the young wizards, and he hoped that everyone would be more vigilant.

The young wizards were in an uproar. Many people said that Dumbledore regarded their safety as nothing. If one day they were killed by Voldemort, it would be Principal Dumbledore's fault.

Hermione was also very angry about this. She believed that Principal Dumbledore should at least inform them before taking action. Making a decision silently did not take the students' democratic freedoms into consideration.

So much so that for the first time since she went to school, she became dissatisfied with Principal Dumbledore.

The parents' dissatisfaction with Dumbledore was very direct. They took their children home directly from school and said that their children would transfer to another school in the future.

Namie snickered at this and told Robert and the others a little secret.

"When they transfer to another school, they will find that this is just the beginning." Namie said with a smile, "I have to say that the country is indeed a somewhat closed country. They don't even know that many countries require Students returning to school have been tested in advance, and when their children happily join the new school, they will be surprised to find that a new magical ability test is waiting for them."

"Don't you only have one copy of the dartboard in your hand?" Stebbins asked everyone's doubts. "Can it also cross an entire continent and send copies of it to people?"

"Of course not." Namie asked doubtfully, "How could you have such an idea."

Stebbins was confused, "How do other countries test it? Or can this thing be mass-produced?"

"We hope that this thing can be mass-produced, but the alchemists all said that it is very strange that this thing cannot be mass-produced at present." Namie explained while eating dried strawberries, "As for what other countries do For testing... just take the dartboard with you and go to other magic academies. As long as you gather people together, the test will be done very quickly, it will only take two days at most."

Summers discovered a blind spot, "This is wrong. If all the magic schools in Europe have been tested, then why didn't we receive any news in the corrupt country?"

"Just a correction, it's not magic schools in Europe, but magic schools all over the world, okay?" Namie said angrily, "As for why your country hasn't received any news at all, I shouldn't ask you about this kind of thing. The Minister of Magic?"

What does this have to do with Fudge?

The little wizards were confused.

Secretary Fudge sneezed loudly.

He tightened his coat tightly in dissatisfaction and looked at the person across the table, "How long are you going to ask me? I am the Minister of Magic of a corrupt country! Are you trying to seize power by privately imprisoning the Minister of Magic of a country like this? ?”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fudge, but in view of your various actions, we have to regretfully inform you that you are now suspended. Your recall vote will be held in 3 days. With all due respect, you will survive this crisis. The possibility is almost zero." The old man opposite with silver hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses said very slowly. He looked very old, and it seemed that just these two sentences had exhausted all his energy. of strength.

"What?!" Fudge was shocked and angry, "What nonsense are you talking about? I have been suspended? Who dares to resign me? I am the Minister of Magic!"

"This is the result of a vote by all members of the Wizengamot. I just came here to inform you." The old man looked at him with a look of disgust, "I'll put it bluntly, we don't think anyone dares to experiment at home. What reason does a person in the dark arts have to remain in the position of Minister of Magic?"

"Why? Why do they treat me like this?!" Fudge looked horrified and a little angry. He yelled, as if this could make the other party surrender, "I didn't do anything! I'm innocent!"

"You also imprisoned a witch." The old man said unhurriedly, "The most important thing is that she is a reporter, and now your romantic history is being circulated throughout the magical world."

Fudge screamed, "I'm a fool to imprison a woman! I'm a family man!"

The old man looked at him with a strange expression, "Our focus is not on the imprisonment, but on the identity of the woman. You must know that the "Daily Prophet" has now regarded her as a treasure, and the Ministry of Magic has summoned her many times, but there is no way. More than 3 days.”

The old man blew his beard and glared, as if he was very angry, "This has never happened before. That guy Barnabas is so brave! How dare he do such a thing! Inexcusable! There is no bottom line. !”

Fudge was a little curious. The old man in front of him was a veteran of the Ministry of Magic. Although he hated him a little, he rarely saw him with such a rich expression.

So, he was no longer angry, but returned to watching the show, and asked curiously, "What did he do?"

The old man rolled his eyes, big eyes, "That bastard published a piece of news in the newspaper, very explosive news. He said that in order to cover up the facts for you, the Ministry of Magic wanted to use veritaserum, love potion, and amnesia charm. 63 commonly used methods of modifying memory, including memory modification spells, soul-stealing curses, etc., to force the reporter lady to cancel the accusation against you."

Fudge's eyes widened, like an old goose being strangled by the neck, which was unspeakably funny.

"Of course, these are just trivial details." The old man took out a piece of densely packed parchment and looked at the words the size of mosquito legs on it. Fudge broke into a cold sweat. "Hey, are you kidding me? How could I have so many incriminating evidences?" ?!”

The piece of paper in the old man's hand was raised in the air, and his tone was playful, "Evidence of guilt? Sorry, Minister Fudge, oh, it's former Minister Fudge. This is not your evidence of guilt."

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief. He knew how he could be so unbearable. When he was in office, he worked hard and did a lot of things!

"It's all your fault here..." The old man's words rang faintly in Fudge's ears.