Days wandering around Hogwarts

Chapter 532: Let’s drink this bowl…

"It's getting late, I'm going back."

As Fudge stood up to say goodbye, he said to Charles with a half-smile: "I think you can continue to play with your American friends. I will keep it a secret for you."

Charles just smiled and saw Fudge out.

It is now a little after eight o'clock in the evening in Greece, which is a little after one o'clock in the afternoon in New York City, USA. It is a good time to play with American friends.

Since the Magical Congress of the United States has taken action against Charles, Charles must also respond.

"ruby!"

As soon as Charles finished speaking, Phoenix appeared in front of him.

"I'm being bullied and I need your help!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ruby shouted angrily.

This was the first time Charles was bullied and asked Ruby for help, so of course it helped.

"Oh my god, why are you back?"

"Ah, you're here too. You've grown taller."

"Colored striped cloth? We have it in the warehouse."

"Don't talk about money, just give me some dollars or pounds."

At an aid hospital in Africa, Charles speechlessly took out a few pounds and bought two large pieces of 30×30 meter colored strips of cloth from the warehouse, which were originally intended to be used to set up temporary medical stations.

The Ruby Phoenix flew its wings and brought Charles to the country that Vernon feared the most in his life.

Charles pinched his nose with one hand, spread out a piece of colorful cloth with the other hand, cast a spell, and then sank to the bottom of the Ganges.

The Magical Congress of the United States of America is located in the Woolworth Building in downtown New York City. It has hundreds of floors. It is now office hours and the place is bustling with people coming in and out.

Charles transformed into Ao Guanhai, followed several wizards into the building, and disappeared when he went to the bathroom.

He had heard Grindelwald and others mention the structure of this building, and soon reached the top floor through the mirror space.

Another piece of colorful striped cloth was spread on the ground. Charles cast a spell, and the 900 square meters of colorful striped cloth turned into a huge spring, gushing out river water at a flow rate of nearly 6000 cubic meters per second, and the water sprayed was more than one person high.

Charles was scratching his head. The transmission of about 10,000 kilometers in three-dimensional space seemed too difficult. There was something wrong with this super-large tablecloth. The amount of water was much larger than he expected.

He didn't care and ran to the rooftop, took out a few desserts that were originally prepared for Hermione to share with Ruby, and then took the rest back later.

In this way, in the eyes of everyone at Hogwarts, it was reasonable for Ruby to be called by Charles just to bring some Greek specialty desserts to Hermione.

After about ten minutes, Charles pinched his nose, collected the colorful cloth, burned it completely and threw it into the water. Then the Ganges water left the mirror space first, and Ruby took him back to Santorini.

MACUSA: Gulp gulp gulp...

It was not yet nine o'clock when Charles returned to Santorini. He went to the supermarket to buy meat and had a barbecue for his own entertainment on the hotel terrace.

"Smith!" Rita Skeeter came over from the terrace next door with her assistant. "Hurry, I need Ruby's help. Go to New York. I owe you a big favor!"

She was here to report on a conference and now looked very excited, as if she was going to attend some grand feast.

Charles asked in confusion: "What happened?"

Rita said anxiously, "There is big news from the Magical Congress of the United States of America. I have to rush over immediately!"

She looks more anxious than if her eyebrows were on fire.

"You are so relaxed."

Fudge came back and just happened to see Rita and her assistant leaving with Ruby's claws, and Charles was speechless while eating lamb kebabs.

Charles picked up a skewer of roasted fat beef and asked, "Minister, are you hungry?"

Fudge sat down on the chair, took the beef skewer and said, "Tomorrow's meeting has to be cancelled. An hour ago, the Magical Congress of the United States was attacked by unidentified dark wizards."

Charles asked in surprise: "What happened?" "Who did it?"

"Are there any casualties?"

Fudge said as he ate, "I don't know. All I know now is that the Woolworth Building was attacked terribly, and the dark wizard was suspected of using a strange potion."

"If you want to know more details, you may have to wait for news from Rita."

As he spoke, he took out his personal communication notebook and sent a message to Rita, asking her to tell him immediately if anything happened.

Charles pretended to be terrified and said, "Oh my God, that's horrible."

"Why did that dark wizard attack the MACUSA? Will he attack our Ministry of Magic next?"

Fudge was stunned. Although the possibility was small, he had to be on guard.

He immediately took out his official communication notebook and sent a message to Scrimgeour and others to ensure the security of the Ministry of Magic.

It was dinner time in the UK. After receiving the news, Scrimgeour did not dare to delay and immediately sent a group message to all Aurors to go to the Ministry of Magic. Many guests in the Dancing Grass Restaurant left at once.

When Charles finished eating the lamb kebabs and was about to eat a lamb chop, Dumbledore arrived.

So Charles cut off some of the mutton and gave it to Fox.

Dumbledore said to Fudge: "The International Confederation of Wizards needs to hold a meeting immediately and form a special operations team to assist the Magical Congress of the United States in handling and investigating this matter."

Attacking the headquarters of a country's magical social and political institutions is an extremely serious incident and must be taken seriously. It may even lead to war.

There is now a large group of senior officials from various countries who come to Santorini to vacation on public funds and hold meetings, so it is very convenient to hold meetings.

Fudge immediately said, "Okay, I'll get ready right away. I'll lead the special operations team."

The fundamental purpose of his convening this werewolf treatment meeting was to create news to divert domestic attention. Now that there is bigger news, he naturally will not miss it.

At this time, Fudge's private communication notebook rang, and Rita sent the latest news.

"How horrible!" Fudge exclaimed after watching, "That dark wizard actually used potions to flush the entire building of the Magic Congress!"

Dumbledore asked hurriedly, "What potion is it?"

Fudge said, "We don't know yet. We only know that this potion smells terrible and makes people vomit. Some people have severe diarrhea."

Just as he finished speaking, new news came in, and there was another round of exclamations: "Oh, it's so evil, many bodies were found in the potion!"

Charles exclaimed: "Oh my God, it's so terrible!"

Dumbledore frowned even more tightly. No potion that used a corpse was simple. The effect would probably gradually become apparent in the near future.

Time waits for no one, so he went to the venue now to call a meeting. In case the potion was contagious, the problem would become more serious if the time was delayed any longer.

Dumbledore and Fudge left immediately.

Dumbledore suddenly came back and called Fawkes away, and said to Charles seriously, "Charles, you must go back to Hogwarts tomorrow... no, now. Your vacation ends early, and you can't go to America to watch the fun!"

Charles is on leave now, and given his mobility, it's not surprising that he went to watch the fun.

Given his past record of causing trouble, he might cause something big again.

Charles asked awkwardly, "Can I go back after I finish eating the barbecue?"

At this time, Fudge came over and said to Dumbledore, "I think I need Charles' help. He has a wide network of contacts and may be able to help me with the potion."

He thought that Charles' network included a group of experts who developed an antidote for werewolves. If the potion was too tricky, he could contact them for help.

Dumbledore thought about it and finally nodded.

It is better to ease the flow than to block it. Charles might stop by the United States on his way back to England. It would be better for him to follow Fudge, which would be a bit of a restraint.

The hotel soon became noisy and more and more people received the news.

Charles was eating barbecue and thinking, wondering if the blame would be put on India.
(End of this chapter)