Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 98 Prepared in advance

"Minister, the Minister of Magic has a term of office, right?"

Fudge was surprised that Irving would bring this up, and he replied with a blank look, "There is no fixed term, but an election is held every seven years."

Irving nodded and smiled, "Then you will become the longest-serving minister, Mr. Fudge. The appearance of these Death Eaters has given you this opportunity. You just need to do this—"

"That's impossible!"

Before Irving could finish explaining his plan, Fudge jumped up: "The Mystic is dead! He can't be resurrected! I won't spread this kind of news to the public!"

Seeing his exasperated state, Owen remained seated, his expression unchanged: "Then, Minister, how do you intend to stop Voldemort's resurrection?"

"There's no need to stop him, he can't possibly be resurrected!" Fudge was provoked. "Don't mention that name again. This wasn't done by the Death Eaters; it was just a prank by some malicious people!"

"If you make such an announcement, then after Voldemort's resurrection, you will be the shortest-serving Minister of Magic. No matter what you have done before, you will be driven out of the Ministry of Magic by the angry mob."

Irving's voice wasn't loud, and his tone was calm, but what he said stunned Fudge.

Yes, he may deny that Voldemort will be resurrected, but does his denial mean Voldemort will never be resurrected?

Once resurrected, Voldemort won't be able to hide quietly. He'll announce his return to the world, causing chaos in the wizarding world. Then, he can look back at the official documents he issued—

Stepping down from the ministerial position is the least he can do; he could be beaten to death by the deceived crowd!

What should we do?

"Minister, have you come to a decision?"

"Irving, if I tell the truth, the consequences will be panic."

"But it also gave us enough time to prepare and buffer."

Owen looked at him and said, "Mr. Fudge, the doubled number of Aurors in the Auror Office isn't just to increase the Ministry of Magic's financial burden. And this year, and next year, there will be a large influx of Hogwarts graduates—they're not all just sitting around doing nothing, Minister. Our forces far surpass those of the Death Eaters. And their appearance this time is another opportunity for you—an opportunity to fully grasp even greater power!"

Fudge gradually relaxed, and thinking about it, it seemed to make sense. The Ministry of Magic now had nearly a hundred Aurors, which was a very powerful force.

As for the pure-blood families who supported Voldemort, they have long been controlled. Even Knockturn Alley has been cleared out time and time again. There is no longer any place for Death Eaters to grow in Britain.

Having figured all this out, Fudge naturally turned his gaze to Irving. These arrangements, in fact, were made by Irving himself long ago, meaning—

"Mr. Owen, did you know this day would come?"

"No, I've been preparing for this day to come, and look, it's come in handy!"

Owen chuckled and clapped his hands, saying, "Minister, what you need to do now is to ensure everyone is prepared, no matter how much panic may occur. Then send the Aurors out and intensify the effort. Also, don't forget to allow the Aurors to use the Unforgivable Curse on Death Eaters, just like Madam Barnold did."

"what?"

Fudge was dumbfounded again: "Owen, if we agree to the Aurors doing this—"

"Then you will become the most reassuring Minister of Magic in the British wizarding world, and also the wisest Minister of Magic in everyone's eyes."

Fudge wasn't a fool; he was just blinded by power. But once things were out in the open, he could figure it out for himself.

So not long after, Irving returned to the school and found Professor McGonagall to ask the most crucial question.

Professor McGonagall replied directly: "Lupin has decided not to continue as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Dumbledore knows this and has said that someone has already been chosen."

Irving nodded. As long as there are people, that's fine. If someone has real skills like Lupin, then they can naturally stay. But if someone is just a slacker, the students won't let them just coast along. These days, the students have high aspirations.

Put these trivial matters aside, school is about to start again, with returning students entering the school and new students enrolling. These are all very important tasks. In the past, Professor McGonagall would write letters and send them out, and then various professors would conduct home visits to the young wizards born into Muggle families, and then take them shopping in Diagon Alley.

Of course, home visits now have another purpose: to assess the students' family situation and, if they are unable to afford it, to provide them with subsidies and assistance.

This expense will be included in the bill, and the data will be made public so that the board of directors and donors know where their money has been spent.

"Honey, these are the students we'll be taking in this year. I'm leaving these to you. You'll be conducting home visits, and then you'll go to Diagon Alley."

Irving didn't think much of it at first, but when he took the list and looked at it, he was dumbfounded: "This—isn't this a bit too many? Fifteen???"

Professor McGonagall lifted her head from the pile of documents, looking at him with a broad smile. "Yes, dear," she said, "these little wizards are in your hands. I think you'll do a great job, won't you?"

Looking at her smile, Owen couldn't refuse and could only nod, saying, "Okay, when do I leave?"

"tomorrow."

Kyrie Irving: ————

"Mom, they're coming today, and I'm a little nervous—"

A little girl sat beside her mother, her eyes fixed on their front door. Just as her parents were about to say something, there was a knock on the door. The girl's father got up, opened the door, and stared blankly at the young man in front of him: "You are—"

"Mr. Ollie, hello. I am Owen Carrot, an assistant instructor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am here to answer your questions and to take you to buy textbooks and school supplies."

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"Please come in."

Owen entered the room, quickly surveyed the room, and determined that the family's financial situation was sufficient to support the children's education and that they didn't need financial assistance. He then turned his attention to the little girl: "Mrs. Ollie, and Miss Ollie, did you receive a letter from the owl?"

"received----"

"Mr. Carrot, why use an owl to deliver the message? Why not make a phone call?"

"Because magic cannot yet be integrated with technology—" Owen took out his wand and waved it lightly. The plants in the living room grew wildly and then bloomed with colorful flowers, leaving the family dumbfounded.

Then he waved his wand again, and the living room returned to normal. The teapot poured tea into the teacup by itself, and the teacup flew into Owen's hand. He then slowly took a sip.

"Magic has always existed, but it remains unknown to outsiders due to the Law of Secrecy. Miss Ollie has the talent to become a wizard, which is why she received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts."

Irving had already said these words very well; fifteen companies, this was the last one.