The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Dumbledore was not at school today, he carefully bypassed the parade stone statues, walked out of Hogwarts, and came to a residence instead.

He had been notified by the Ministry of Magic today.

On the outskirts of the village of Ottery-St. Catchpole, Dumbledore walked into a garden. In front of him was a four-story house, which was crooked and leaned against an icy surface. By the small pond.

"Arthur~" Dumbledore saw a man who had just left the house, and he was the father of the Weasley twin brothers: Arthur Weasley.

"Professor Dumbledore! You're here so early?" Arthur quickly opened the door, "Come in, it's snowing too much today...Molly! Get me some pumpkin pie and dragon whiskey!"

"It's my favorite...but it's just a bit burnt beard." Dumbledore's humor made Arthur laugh out in relief.

Dumbledore took a sip of the whiskey, the taste of the alcohol was smooth and a little spicy, the sudden heat made him hiccup, and a ball of flame burst out from the crack in Dumbledore's mouth.

"Wait a minute, let me sort it out"

Arthur was about to use magic to restore the professor's beard, but Dumbledore just stopped him.

"No, that's it." Dumbledore unhurriedly twirled his fingers, crushing the scorched beard.

"Usually, I rarely use magic. This will give me a sense of participation in everything..." He pondered over the bullet cup, with some regret in his eyes.

Mrs. Weasley glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and found that the pointer pointed to 'feed the chicken', and left the house in a hurry.

Then the two sat on clean wooden chairs, drank wine in silence, ate sausage and pies, and the old radio on the table played messages from all over the world.

"I have to say... Muggles are getting more and more interesting." Dumbledore listened to the singing of the witch inside and observed this small device.

"Yes! I really like their cars and radios." Arthur shook his head, "It's a pity..."

Arthur vented and drank the whiskey in one gulp, five or six glasses of wine had already made his face flush.

"They say Muggles are inferior to wizards... But what? Even the Hogwarts Express is made by Muggles..."

Perhaps it was the alcohol that caused Arthur to confide all his recent unhappiness, but Dumbledore just listened quietly.

"Even radios... and clocks...they're like that, they think they're inferior to Muggles, and they keep things for themselves"

"Arthur"

"Damn Malfoy...if it wasn't Malfoy, would Fuji dare?"

"Arthur!"

Dumbledore yelled several times but did not bring Arthur back to his senses. He felt a little guilty looking at the man in front of him who was still standing tall in front of his family.

Unknowingly, he has influenced many people.

"But it's okay... Thanks to George and Fred, I don't know how they made money..." Arthur rambled.

Since Arthur was temporarily suspended by Fudge, his salary has been discounted by more than half, and the Weasley twins simply sent thirty or forty gold Galleons home.

This made Arthur a little embarrassed, even though he was happy with his children outside.

Yes... thanks to Cyrus and Hermione... Dumbledore nodded secretly.

Dumbledore knew in his heart that Fudge, Minister of Magic, dismissed Arthur only because of Lucius Malfoy's pressure. For Malfoy, it was just a loss of money; for Fudge, it was just an order.

"If you need anything, just tell me." Dumbledore patted his hand gently.

"Huh? Professor... No need." Arthur filled the bullet cup again, "Bill also entered Gringotts as a spellbreaker, and Charlie also went to work in Romania."

"Um...just the Malfoys?"

"More than that, at least there are Selwen and Parkinson on the surface..." Arthur thought for a while, "There is also the Prewett family, Malfoy has strongly supported their dragon breeding business"

Dumbledore crossed his fingers together and pushed them out hard, making his joints make some noises.

Compared with other people, the Malfoy family's power is more likely to influence the Ministry of Magic on the school board, not to mention that Fudge has been like a follower in recent years.

"Professor, what about the mysterious man?"

"Keep an eye on Malfoy for now... Arthur, they won't be quiet"

"What about Fudge? I heard from the Auror Department that they plan to capture Hagrid again..."

"It's useless, they can't intervene." Dumbledore's half-moon mirror flashed a cold light, "I will personally visit the Ministry of Magic on this matter."

Fudge...was finally corrupted by power. He loved learning so much back then, but his connection with Dumbledore became less and less.

When did it start?Let him think... like after Voldemort's defeat?

"Professor... When will this situation end? Will it last until the child in the prophecy grows up?"

After Molly came back from the chicken coop, Arthur cleared his throat, sat up straight, and returned to the optimistic Arthur Weasley again.

"Harry? No..." Dumbledore moved the bottle to the cabinet, "He is the one who defeated Voldemort in the prophecy"

"But... what about Malfoy and the Yaxley family?" Arthur was a little anxious, "They are the biggest 'evil'"

But Dumbledore shook off the snow from the wizard hat and put it back on his head.

"I have found it... Arthur, I recommend you to read Dostoevsky's book, I read it when I was young," the professor said out of context.

Yes, he found it.

"Who is that?"

"One of the famous writers in the Muggle world, you will like it"

Just like Harry, he is the Alyosha of the wizarding world, he is used to cut off Voldemort's "evil"; it is a physical and emotional knife;

But Cyrus, he is Alyosha who belongs to the world, he is kind, hopeful and loving to those around him.

He is the knife full of hope belonging to the world, used to resolutely cut off "evil" and cut off from the perspective of values.

That's right, Dumbledore is so ruthless, he not only wants to cut off the claws extended by the evil, but also wants to uproot it, but he happened to see hope.

"No, I'm talking about the person you found...which prophecy again?" Arthur got up and sent Professor Dumbledore to the door.

"You can ask George and Fred." Dumbledore waved his hand and gradually walked away in the heavy snow.

The icy snowflakes covered Dumbledore's body, and within a few minutes, his shoulders and the brim of his hat were covered with snow.

little angel?Dumbledore thought for a while and heard the title, not bad...Although this is only the answer that the little wizards got from their appearance, but...

Not bad, isn't it?

Dumbledore snapped his fingers, twisted his figure, and disappeared without a trace.

.........

"Will Dumbledore agree?"

"of course not"

Malfoy sat peacefully in front of a dumpy man with a cold, contented smile on his face.

"Then let's..." The short and fat Fudge looked anxious and fleshy, "What if Dumbledore gets annoyed?"

Lucius leaned on a cane, lowered his head, looking at the lower end of his silver-white snake-headed cane.

"What are you thinking? Dumbledore wouldn't do that... then we could simply remove him from his position"

"Huh...huh? But if he gets angry, none of us can run away"

"Heh~ he can't leave school..."

Opposite Fudge, there were two soft chairs, the one remaining for the next person who came in.

Dumbledore knew everything about Malfoy, and likewise, Malfoy knew everything about him, including truths that most people in the wizarding world didn't know.

As Lucius Malfoy said, Dumbledore couldn't do without Hogwarts because he had locked himself in that castle long ago.

"I hope I'm not late." The space in the minister's office was twisted, and Dumbledore's figure emerged from it.

There was a "boo" sound as if it was squeezed out of a rubber pipe.

"Albus..."

When Dumbledore appeared, Fudge's obese body subconsciously leaned back, and the back of the chair made a miserable cry because of his weight.

"Connelly, the Ministry of Magic has no right to interfere with Hogwarts"

Dumbledore didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point, his captivating blue eyes fixed on Fudge, making tiny beads of sweat form on Fudge's forehead.

"Albus...Many parents have written to the Ministry of Magic..." Fudge said unnaturally, "It's just a simple dispatch of Aurors to protect the safety of the students."

"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore, Hagrid has a criminal record."

Malfoy on the side didn't even bother to move, his slender fingers gracefully touched the carving on the head of the cane.

"I'll say it again for the last time, without direct evidence, he is innocent... If it's just this kind of thing, then there's no need to talk about it"

"But I have to give those parents an explanation!" Fudge clenched his fists and turned his gaze to the table.

"Well... then bring the letter here, I'll go to the door to apologize"

"Principal Dumbledore~ Why are you starting to play what Voldemort did back then?" Lucius said casually, and his words made Fudge tremble.

Fudge wanted to open his mouth to say something, to warn him, but neither of them paid him any attention.

"I'm the Headmaster of Hogwarts, so...I'm going to apologize to them, and explain that Hagrid is innocent...I'm going to come to the door one-by-one to apologize"

At this time, Fudge closed his mouth tightly, his face was flushed, as if he was angered by the rudeness of the two, and he seemed to be suppressed by Dumbledore's aura.

He didn't have the slightest appearance that a minister should have, and he was full of ugly appearances.

No matter how politely Dumbledore said it, the flames of anger were still burning in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, we're just here to discuss." Fudge smoothed things over with a sneer, "Albus, we're just going to take Hagrid away for a short time..."

"Either...let the Aurors protect the students"

Malfoy took his word for it.

"Haha...how about I step down? It doesn't matter, Minerva will succeed." Dumbledore suddenly laughed, "Or you can go and discuss with Minerva"

what... what?Dumbledore resigning?

"The principal's succession needs to be decided by the school board." Malfoy then turned his head and met those blue eyes without any deviation.

"No, no, Dumbledore resigned? Oh no...you misunderstood..." Fudge began to panic, thinking that he could deal with Dumbledore.

But in the end, I didn't expect the other party to show their cards directly, so quit?This is not a good result.

Even if you take over, you can't take over the mess.

You know, when Dumbledore was there, Hogwarts was the strongest magic school in the world.

"Besides...the vote of the school board is useless." Dumbledore sat down on the stool like an ordinary little old man.

headmaster?Without the consent of Hogwarts and Sleeping Dragon, it is useless for anyone to come.