hp: D on the left and G on the right, am I the savior?

Catching the perpetrator with evidence requires both human and material evidence.

It's not easy for the whistleblower to come forward, so we can only find the unconscious little wizard.

If someone is unconscious, you can take it slow.

Now, all Fudge has to do is find the physical evidence as soon as possible!

Soon, Cornelius Fudge "led" Professor Flitwick to the Hogwarts dueling field last night.

However, this place is just like an abandoned old classroom, without any life. The air is filled with the smell of staleness and dust, which makes people feel depressed.

Looking around, there are rows of dusty desks, as if no one has used them for a long time. They are neatly arranged, but look particularly deserted. Thick dust has accumulated on the desks, and some of them still have traces left by the little wizards.

On the blackboard at the front of the classroom, you can still vaguely see the notes written in previous classes, but the handwriting is blurred and blends in with the surrounding dust.

Fudge strode into the abandoned classroom and was caught off guard by the dust that was raised.

"Director!"

"Director!"

At this time, there were already two employees from the Ministry of Magic in the classroom to protect the scene, although there seemed to be no need for protection at all.

"cough cough"

Fudge gently waved his nose with his hand. In order to maintain his dignity in front of his subordinates, he swallowed the dust that seemed to have not been coughed out yet, suppressed the desire to continue coughing, and asked in a serious tone:

"How's it going? What did you find?"

"Instrument detection shows that there is indeed a phenomenon of magic power escaping here."

Professor Flitwick, who was standing behind Fudge, couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard this.

"hiss"

Seeing Fudge looking at him with a dark face, he immediately frowned and explained:

“I have received professional training…”

Unless you can't help it

This is a magical world, and they are in a school that teaches magic.

Here, little wizards use magic all the time, not to mention professors like Flitwick.

It can be said that there is magic everywhere in Hogwarts, so it is normal for magic to escape.

And they actually reported this to their superiors, which seems to mean that there was no progress at all.

"Nothing else found?!"

Fudge's voice couldn't help but rise an octave.

Fudge naturally knew that they were fooling around, and he felt inexplicably angry.

"this......."

The two employees looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

"Director, at the moment, there is nothing we can do."

They were workers who worked overtime on the weekend. Not knowing what Fudge was going to do, he dragged them to Hogwarts.

Please

Even if something happened here, the professors at this school can easily cover it up.

The two of them don't have the ability to break the magic that may exist here.

"How about looking for a master of Legilimency? The great wizard Dumbledore seems..."

"puff"

Professor Flitwick put his hand over his mouth and explained casually:

"Sorry, it's too dusty here."

Don't think I couldn't hear you, you were laughing just now!

Fudge glared at Professor Flitwick with gritted teeth. His face was darker than the bottom of a pot.

What foolish men he brought with him!

This is Hogwarts!

What? From what I hear, you want to find the principal here and tell him that I suspect there is something wrong with your professor. Can you check it out for me?

The whole scene of "Who in the audience is suing me?"

It makes me want to laugh!

Fudge took advantage of Dumbledore not being in Hogwarts to bring the two of them here in a hurry.

Why would we need Dumbledore?

The two staff members looked at each other. Fudge gritted his teeth and took out his wand.

Since the informant said that a large-scale magic was performed here, there must be enough space or equipment here!

What happened yesterday afternoon took an entire night, and this incident happened suddenly, so they definitely didn't have time to prepare.

So, these tables in front of us are all created by Transfiguration!

Or, it's some other cover-up magic!

In order to avoid unnecessary risks, Fudge planned to start with the simple

He took out his wand and fired at the desks and chairs in the classroom:

"Specialis Revelio! (The prototype appears!)"

..............

nothing happened

Professor Flitwick shrugged indifferently when he saw Fudge using the Prototype Manifestation on the tables.

Fudge exhaled deeply. The "Revelation of Prototype" had no effect. So this was the Transfiguration Spell.

Such a large-scale transformation spell...

If this is the case, then the strength of this Hogwarts professor is truly worthy of its reputation.

Thinking of this, Fudge's face suddenly tightened.

If everything in front of him was transfiguration, then the dust he just inhaled was......

do not care!

Fudge quickly stepped back and said to one of the staff members in the classroom:

"Jack, use a Transfiguration spell on the table in front of you!"

The employee named Jack's face froze when he heard this. After all, he was a wizard in the Ministry of Magic, so he knew that if the table in front of him was transformed by Transfiguration, and he used Transfiguration on it again, then...

He looked at his colleague for help, but saw that his colleague walked out of the classroom without looking back in his desperate eyes, and resolutely stood in front of Fudge.

"Jack, hurry up!"

his colleague urged.

Professor Flitwick, who was standing beside them, watched all this with great interest.

"Damn it, how much salary do you want me to do such a dangerous job?"

The Ministry of Magic does not have any "recuperation pay" or "recuperation leave" for those injured on duty, only a "verbal commendation" that is of no value at all.

Moreover, Jack could see that they came to Hogwarts to cause trouble! There were many people in the Ministry of Magic who were close to Hogwarts, including himself!

If you get hurt or discover something, it will be a thankless task and a huge loss!

But Fudge is the Director! He is the one who has the power to decide whether he can continue to work in the Ministry of Magic!

Jack angrily and helplessly cast several layers of "Iron Armor Spell" on himself, hesitated for a moment, and then carefully cast a spell towards the table in the distance:

"Transfuguro!"

"boom"

Just like the sound of grains blending into the air, a table in the classroom turned into a cloth clown doll

Jack quietly retracted his steps to retreat, and the heavy stone in his heart was finally put down.

"Come again!"

Fudge's incredulous voice came from the door

Jack curled his lips, and this time, his actions were bolder:

"Transfuguro!"

"Transfuguro!"

"Transfuguro!"

Soon, four cloth clown dolls appeared in the classroom, including the previous one.

Fudge, you are a clown.

Jack put away his wand and looked at Fudge at the door with a formal smile on his face:

"Director, look..."