Head of Teaching at Hogwarts

The next day, in the afternoon, Russell and several professors were waiting for Fudge's arrival in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

If possible, Russell hoped that Fudge would support him as brainlessly as he did to please Dumbledore, agree to all his new teaching methods, and not raise any objections.

But this is probably impossible. Fudge would be willing to be Dumbledore's puppet because he knows that all his power comes from Dumbledore's support.

Power will be responsible for its origin. This is the most basic principle in politics. Although Russell, like Dumbledore, is the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in Fudge's eyes, he is just a person who uses power. Object.

"This way, Minister Fudge." Russell had already heard Professor McGonagall leading the way.

Soon he saw Fudge, whom he had met once before. He was short, a little fat, with gray hair and a kind smile.

Russell didn't know which house of Hogwarts Fudge belonged to when he was in school, but judging from his appearance at this moment, Russell instinctively felt that he should be a Hufflepuff.

Fudge's outfit is obviously Dumbledore's mix and match style: pinstriped suit, bright red tie, long black cloak, purple pointed boots, dark green hat, dark green coat, pinstriped robe, just It's like a set of clothes that someone in Shining Warmth put together in order to get a high rating.

Behind him was a burly man wearing an Auror uniform, who must be Fudge's subordinate, and next to him was Russell's old acquaintance, Lucius Malfoy.

Malfoy still had a condescending expression, playing with his cane-shaped wand as he walked, but after seeing Russell, he still tried to squeeze out a smile.

Russell mouthed "diary" and then responded with a meaningful smile. The smile on Malfoy's face immediately cooled down, just like the heavy snow outside.

Behind them, there was an acquaintance of Russell-Rita Skeeter.

At this moment, he was constantly giving instructions to the assistant holding the camera behind him, probably explaining the interview process.

When she saw Russell staring at her, she immediately straightened her back, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she carefully showed a flattering smile.

"Headmaster Russell, I would like to introduce you to the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge." Professor McGonagall then introduced other Auror Captains Kingsley, Lucius Malfoy and reporter Lily Tower Skeeter.

Fudge's attitude was pretty good, and he enthusiastically extended his hand to greet Russell: "Principal Carl Russell, I have heard about the name for a long time, and finally officially met him. I have heard about it many times on different occasions. Your name."

Russell stretched out his hand and shook Fudge's hand, "Thank you, I heard you are a very fair minister." Russell did not take Fudge's words seriously. He knew very well that this was just a courtesy, no matter how nice the words were. The key depends on what the other party has done.

He did not use Legilimency rashly. Who knows, as the Minister of Magic, whether he would have any special magic props on him that could detect his own magic.

Afterwards, Professor McGonagall continued to walk towards the back hill playground with Fudge in front, while Russell and Malfoy walked together.

"Good morning, Sir Russell." Malfoy showed a reserved smile, said hello and stretched out his hand towards Russell.

Russell shook Malfoy's hand and replied equally politely: "Good morning, keeper of the diary." In an instant, Malfoy's expression changed again.

Russell didn't need to use Legilimency to see through Malfoy's thoughts - he was so angry, but he couldn't do anything to him. He could only be furious and pretend not to care.

Fudge's first visit was to Hogwarts' latest close-up teaching action content - Wizards' Union Glory.

Soon they arrived at the Wizard Canyon in the back mountain and saw the little wizards who had just finished eating and were preparing to line up for the competition.

Harry, Hermione and Ron were standing in the preparation area, waiting for the end of the last set of games, laughing happily, and then Ron suddenly frowned: "Merlin's beard, what the hell, Lucius Marr Fudge, Rita Skeeter and Cornelius Fudge, I actually saw three nasty people in Hogwarts at the same time?"

"Who is Cornelius Fudge?" Harry asked.

"He is the Minister of Magic. You know that my father works in the Ministry of Magic and is responsible for handling some Muggle items. Fudge has always looked down on my father's work. Privately, my father said that it was because Fudge thought he was Dumbledore's man. ." Ron explained.

"What is Dumbledore's person? Didn't Fudge become the Minister of Magic because of Dumbledore's support?" Hermione keenly captured the key to the problem.

"Well, well, I actually don't know much about this." Ron muttered and said no more.

"It's okay Ron." Harry said to comfort Ron: "Don't forget that we are people who have taken Lockhart's class. Ever since we took Lockhart's class, I began to feel that no one would be more annoying than him. Well, I don’t think these three annoying guys are more annoying than Lockhart anyway, right?”

"Harry, I think you are happy too early." Hermione said suddenly while looking at the team of Hogwarts professors led by Russell.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked.

"See for yourself." Hermione pointed behind Russell.

Harry and Ron looked in the direction of Hermione's finger, and then sighed at the same time.

They saw a familiar voice with blond hair, blue eyes, purple robes, and an eight-tooth smile. It was Lockhart who had been petrified by the Basilisk before.

"What's going on? Wasn't Lockhart petrified? I remember Sprout's mandrake was still very young before it matured? Who saved Lockhart?" Harry sent out a long list. doubt.

"We're not going to continue Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, are we? I don't want to watch those boring drama performances full of lies anymore." Hermione's words were equally sharp.

"What about You-Know-Who's curse? Why doesn't it work? Shouldn't something happen to Lockhart according to the curse? Give it some effect, You-Know-Who!" Ron's complaint was obviously better, making Hermione, Harry and those around him The little wizards couldn't help but look sideways.

"Minister Fudge, this is what I personally developed. I am the Glory of the Alliance. This is a special teaching activity. It is definitely not a game or dangerous thing. If possible, I think we can watch a game together. Or even come and participate yourself.”