HP Shavings Wizard

One morning in October.

It was originally another ordinary but wonderful breakfast time. I should have enjoyed the hearty English breakfast at Hogwarts, and then leisurely waited for the morning newspaper delivered by the owl...

Everything was peaceful when today's Daily Prophet arrived. After paying the owl five copper knuts for the delivery, many little wizards exclaimed as soon as they saw the headline.

"Gringotts goblin Gringotts VII publicly threatened the wizarding world, saying that if he did not get what he wanted, he would cooperate with the rebellious goblin leader Legolas to rebel together and completely cut off the wizarding world's economy."

The picture below shows an ugly old demon who is smug and trying his best to hold his head high. He is wearing a golden red robe, but he still can't hide the smell of a calculating and sinister villain, which makes him look like a monkey in a human costume.

The first page of the newspaper was entirely devoted to an interview with the old goblin.

The old goblin was probably confident of victory, and got carried away with success, so he actually revealed that the goblins were colluding with giants and wanted exiled werewolves, and had even researched and forged guns similar to those in the Muggle world, combined with magic, and could definitely bring down the entire international wizarding world with real guns!

He is like the second Voldemort, and the forces he has gathered have some overlap with his own, or they are simply Voldemort's former subordinates.

Many wizards who saw this became indignant and began to curse.

The Ministry of Magic was helpful for once. It was they who noticed the unusual movements of the goblins and questioned the goblins close to the wizards. At the same time, they also promised to do their best to maintain peace.

Of course, the consequences of failure to maintain the system are not mentioned.

However, it was the goblins who started the trouble first, and the Ministry of Magic has the upper hand in public opinion.

There are even more radical wizards who think that this kind of negotiation is too weak and that they should send elite wizards to directly clean up the situation.

Alison's eyes were subtle.

Ah, the six goblins who have been secretly doing things, preparing for rebellion, and causing integration troubles in the Muggle world would suddenly expose themselves and hand over all the troops they had prepared?

Just kidding.

It's so funny. The official mouthpiece of the Daily Prophet is just trying to fool the people in the wizarding world. It only lets wizards see the truth that it wants them to see.

Who actually controls this mouthpiece?

Of course it was Minister of Magic Fudge, and the Dumbledore family behind him.

The truth is, the goblins of Gringotts had long been controlled directly and swiftly by the saints, and through the Imperius Curse, Gringotts VII was allowed to speak the truth to the outside world on his own.

The story is true. Even if there are people who don't believe it and want to investigate it carefully, what they find out will only be the truth.

The most effective lie is one that is three parts false and seven parts true, containing a large amount of true information and only a small amount of false content.

When the wizarding world works together and pulls together, the efficiency and ability it demonstrates are first-class.

The goblins still want to manipulate public opinion to gain sympathy? Perhaps they have not figured out who has the power to control the knife of public opinion from the beginning to the end.

The previous reports were made as they wished, but only to paralyze them and allow them to prepare and gather together so that we could take advantage of the opportunity to deal with them all at once.

Who can hide such little thoughts from?

In the face of such absolute advantage, conspiracies and tricks have no place.

If they want to fight against humans, they will be the only ones to die.

……

That afternoon, Dumbledore received a letter from the Ministry of Magic informing him that he had changed into a purple uniform in his wardrobe, which was similar to a thin shirt with a straight vest over it - at least the upper body looked like a vest, and the lower body was like a long skirt, a very old fashion style.

However, this strange uniform still makes people look more energetic and formal.

On the left chest of the uniform, there is an exquisite silver letter W embroidered, representing the Wizengamot Supreme Wizarding Court.

As Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, Dumbledore had to attend the trials of criminals.

Of course, this was limited to very serious matters - almost crimes that violated the laws of the wizarding world.

Normally, for things like Mr. Weasley's modified flying car, or Hagrid's secretly purchasing and raising smuggled illegal magical animals, they would usually be issued a ticket, and the Law Enforcement Department and relevant departments would be notified of the punishment results, but it would not reach the point of alarming the Supreme Court.

However, such a major event as the goblin rebellion is obviously an opportunity to reopen the Supreme Court of the Ashes.

Dumbledore's slender hands held up the half-high, narrow-bottomed, bulging-top diamond-shaped purple hat, adjusted its position in front of the mirror, and put it on his head.

Grindelwald glanced at the ugly hat and the two short collars on the uniform that could not be tied - it was not a tie or scarf for a suit, but two short collars on both sides.

The old devil felt that the aesthetics and uniforms of the British wizarding world were just so-so, and the reason they looked good was purely due to Al's temperament. Even a clothes hanger could wear unique clothes with some charm.

Looking at Dumbledore's face in the mirror, he raised his eyebrows slightly and commented sharply: "The Wizengamot's aesthetics should keep pace with the times. Seriously, Al, if everyone wore this kind of clothes, I would never allow myself to appear in crowded places..."

Dumbledore blinked, tried to straighten his hat - the uniform was fine, but he didn't like this hat, it always looked crooked when he wore it - and glared at Grindelwald.

"The trial is a very serious matter, Gale. Besides, as a uniform, it's not so ugly that it can't be seen in public. It still has a very... well, classical charm."

Grindelwald expressed his doubts, but soon he no longer paid attention to what Dumbledore was wearing, after all, the time for the trial notified by the Ministry of Magic was approaching.

The Wizengamot was not open to anyone except those involved in the case and the court members. Dumbledore, the chief wizard, had to sit there alone without a partner, even though he often kept silent, to observe the trial of the Gringotts goblins today.

Grindelwald was not the kind of clingy person who would never leave someone's side, and he even didn't accept being separated for a few hours - except for the time when he was a little clingy during the initial period after leaving Nurmengard, he was now gradually accustomed to teaching a bunch of stupid little guys in Hogwarts, just like Al used to, and having no rest during the five working days.

Now, when Grindelwald thought about Al sitting there alone in a daze, even though they already knew the cause, process and result of the trial, he found it a little funny and couldn't help but have some bad thoughts.

He took a few steps forward to close the distance between him and Dumbledore, and whispered coaxingly: "Al..."

Dumbledore knew what this man wanted to do without looking at him.

It is true that distance creates beauty. The few years they have spent together are enough to get used to this kind of behavior and someone's charm. The old headmaster was cold and ruthless, and he pushed Grindelwald away a little: "I will be back after the trial is over. It will be no more than two and a half hours, not for long, don't move..."

It's too late to say anything.

Grindelwald was relentless. He put his arms around Dumbledore's waist, buried his face in the crook of his neck and rubbed it. He then bit the side of his face close to his neck, leaving a shallow mark - the kind that the Wizengamot uniform could not cover.

Dumbledore sighed speechlessly, as he had to attend official duties and public places properly. Finally, he compromised and tilted his head to give Grindelwald a quick kiss on the face, reluctantly ignoring the faint red mark.

Grindelwald then let go of her hand with satisfaction, his eyes curved and he looked wildly happy. The joy of having a successful prank was exactly the same as the little expression that Alison often showed on her face, they were indeed father and daughter.

Dumbledore sighed quietly. He felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, but the time was almost up. He could not care less. He could not be late for the trial. "I am leaving now."

Grindelwald leaned back on the bed leisurely, enjoying the warm fireplace and quilt alone, and reminded again: "Remember to come back early."

Grindelwald usually said this to tell people to go home early, because Dumbledore could easily lose himself in life when he was free.

If Dumbledore was at home, he would simply ask Grindelwald to help him check the list of nearby dessert shops when he goes out, and buy one no matter what it is - after all, there are two bees who love sweets at home.

He likes to slowly pick out some chamber music records in the store. Gail has good taste, but he wants to choose carefully.

After being told to go home quickly, Dumbledore smiled helplessly and nodded, and finally Apparated to the Wizengamot Court.

……

The Wizengamot.

The trial time had not yet arrived, but the sounds of apparitions could be heard from time to time, and the people in purple robes had almost arrived.

Dumbledore walked politely to his seat as chief wizard, and then greeted Ms. Bones, Mr. Ogden and several other old friends in a brisk voice and exchanged a few words.

Until the Aurors passed through this dark, cold room that was like a dungeon - in fact, it made no difference, because too many people who had been tried here ended up with an unknown fate of death or madness - and escorted Gringotts VII in.

The old goblin that was still in the newspaper photo that morning disappeared in a flash, tied tightly by the chains on the judgement chair - in order to prevent these creatures that can cast spells without wands from casting spells and escaping, these are the magic-forbidden chains that the Alchemy Association and the Magic Rune Association have specially studied.

In fact, such strict defense is far from necessary.

The old goblin had a dull look in his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face were being pulled down by gravity. There was no personal emotion on his face, and it was obvious that he had been fed a truth serum according to the procedure, and was just waiting for the wizards in the Supreme Wizarding Court to dig out more secrets of the goblins' preparations for rebellion.

The trial team of about 50 people had already sat upright, looking at the chairs on the lower open space in front of them. They felt quite oppressive, and this alone was enough to scare many prisoners.

The situation was under control by his god teammates from beginning to end, and Fudge comfortably handed over some of the worries that he could not do to the external brain. Now, he was wearing his dark top hat, and his short and fat face was satisfied and relaxed. A smile was a bit inappropriate in this occasion.

However, most people are aware of the character of this incompetent Minister of Magic, and wizards who like to be unique do not care about facial expression management to the point of nitpicking. Those who really can't stand it will just look away and pretend they didn't see it.

Fudge presided over the trial.

First, he re-stated the time, place, people, specific case, violated laws and regulations, and specific personnel involved in the trial in a loud voice according to the procedure.

"…Gringotts VII of Gringotts Headquarters in Diagon Alley, British Wizarding World…violated the Wand Law, the Muggle Protection Act, the Magical Creatures and Objects Act, the International Prohibition of Dueling Act, and the Wizarding Economy Act…"

"Interrogators: ... Fudge; ... Bones; ... Umbridge; Recorder: ..."

There were no witnesses for the defendant—certainly no wizard would be willing to testify on behalf of a goblin attempting rebellion.

Perhaps there are indeed innocent goblins among the goblin race, but this Gringotts VII is definitely not one of them. He is aware of Gringotts's loan sharking and financial fraud.

Any one of those crimes would have been enough to earn it a kiss from the Dementors in the past.

Now we have kept up with the times and switched to the more efficient Avada.

With a bunch of big guys behind him, Fudge seemed very relieved recently, so he started reading out the prepared documents.

"The defendant has maintained close private contact with Legolas, the leader of the goblin rebels, and has secretly provided funds for the rebellion, collected wizards' wands, and started secretly sending goblins to find and collude with giants a month ago, wanted werewolves and leprechauns, protested and threatened the wizarding world against the God-given land and the fusion of witches and hemp, and spread terror..."

From beginning to end, no questions were asked, and the old goblin just stared blankly ahead.

Fudge finally began to ask questions: "Well, let's start the questioning now - the defendant is Gringotts VII who has lived in Gringotts headquarters for a long time, right?"

The recorder next to him began to write notes frantically.

Gringotts VII whispered an affirmative answer.

Fudge then asked, and this time, all the wizards who were listening breathed softly and stopped whispering: "Since you took over Gringotts from your elders seventy years ago, have you been continuing the tradition of the Gringotts family and providing funds for the rebellious goblins?"

The old goblin with hollow eyes once again gave an affirmative answer.

The noise from the jury was a little louder. It was filled with words like surprise and anger, all mixed together, blurry and difficult to hear clearly.

The process of Fudge's trial was reasonable, and it was not a conspiracy. The other party told the truth after taking truth serum. Even Ms. Bones, who was always fair and well-versed in the law and could not stand some of Fudge's actions, did not raise any objections, but continued to listen.