Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

Then several people began to discuss the follow-up matters.

The next morning, the morning mist around Hogwarts had not yet dissipated.

Douglas received a letter from Lupin that made him laugh and cry - an official invitation from the Italian Ministry of Magic.

The letter was written on fine parchment and printed with the emblem of the Italian Ministry of Magic. The content roughly invited "Dear Professor Holmes" to come to Italy to provide a solution to their "werewolf problem".

Douglas handed the letter to Lupin who was having breakfast.

"It seems some people are even more anxious."

After reading the letter, Lupin felt helpless:

"The werewolf problem in Italy is indeed very serious. I heard that there are several werewolf tribes in their southern mountains. But..."

"But what?" Sirius asked curiously.

"But the Italian Ministry of Magic is notoriously corrupt and inefficient."

Lupin said, "They invited us there, probably because they wanted us to clean up their mess."

Douglas thought for a moment:

"But this is also an opportunity. The Ministry of Magic is currently focusing on other things. We can fire the first shot in rescuing werewolves in Italy..."

At this moment, Professor McGonagall walked to their table, her face a little serious:

"Douglas, you go to the principal's office immediately."

Douglas put down his fork. "What happened?"

"I see Minister Fudge coming. Whatever it is, please don't delay today's exam."

Professor McGonagall gave a warning and then left in a hurry.

Come to the principal's office.

Douglas discovered that in addition to Dumbledore, Minister Fudge and Scrimgeour were also present, and the expressions of the three were very solemn.

"Sit down, Douglas." Dumbledore gestured for him to sit on a chair. "I think you need to know something."

Fudge cleared his throat.

"Professor Holmes, we have received some worrying intelligence.

Our intelligence indicates that Fenrir Greyback has returned to England from Austria."

Douglas raised his eyebrows: "When did he become so well-informed?"

Scrimgeour said coldly:

"Never mind how they knew it, my informant reported that Greyback was furious at Mr. Lupin's treasonous actions and was recruiting his men for revenge."

Douglas looked at Scrimgeour and asked with a smile:

"Then what does this have to do with me?"

Chapter 357 Scrimgeour

Scrimgeour saw Douglas's expression, which looked like he wanted a beating.

His brows were knitted together, and his sharp yellow eyes stared at Douglas:

"What do you mean it has nothing to do with you? Professor Holmes, didn't you hear it?

Fenrir Greyback! That madman! He is now furious at Mr. Lupin's 'traitorous' behavior and is preparing to recruit his men for revenge! This will cause huge trouble for the entire Ministry of Magic, especially the Auror Department!"

"trouble?"

Douglas raised his eyebrows lightly, and the last sentence was what the other party wanted to say.

"Director Scrimgeour, is this how the Ministry of Magic responds to a crisis?

Or is it that your Auror team can't even deal with a mere Greyback?

Besides, didn’t we just sell you a batch of advanced magic props? Now they come in handy.”

Scrimgeour's face flushed crimson and he slammed his hand on the table with a dull thud.

"Just a little? Stop making sarcastic remarks here! That guy has lived longer than you and me.

Do you think your gadgets can solve all problems?

We have our responsibilities, and you are just making things more difficult for us!

The Quidditch World Cup is about to take place, and a large number of international wizards will flock to Britain. Our Auror Department is already stretched thin, and we simply can't spare any extra manpower to deal with the threat posed by Greyback and his werewolves!"

Minister Fudge was standing by, rubbing his hands nervously and looking at Dumbledore from time to time, as if trying to get some support from him, but Dumbledore just drank his tea calmly, as if he was not involved.

"Oh, I see."

Douglas smiled in sudden realization.

"So, you want me to help you solve this problem?"

"We just hope you realize the seriousness of the matter!"

Scrimgeour growled under his breath, trying to control his emotions.

"Mr. Lupin's plan, though it seemed wonderful, angered Greyback. Now he's striking back, and we don't have the resources to deal with it!"

Douglas's smile deepened. He looked at Scrimgeour, a sly glint in his eyes.

"Dean Scrimgeour, you are not right.

Isn’t the werewolf problem a long-standing problem for the Ministry of Magic?

Now that Greyback has emerged, it's just the right time for those werewolves who were hiding to see who the real enemy is. As for the problem of insufficient manpower..."

He paused, his eyes turning to Minister Fudge.

"Minister Fudge, is the Ministry of Magic's only force the Aurors?"

Minister Fudge was stunned for a moment, then immediately said seriously:

“Douglas, don’t believe the nonsense in those unofficial magazines.

While there are other forces at the Ministry, we are facing a unique situation where all personnel, apart from the Aurors, are also working on this tournament."

Scrimgeour snorted coldly and continued:

"Don't you understand, Fenrir Greyback, that madman, has his sights set on Remus now.

If he retaliates and creates chaos in the UK, who will take responsibility?

Do we want the International Confederation of Wizards to see that we can't even deal with a werewolf leader?"

His sharp yellow eyes fixed on Douglas, and his voice lowered a few degrees, with a hint of unquestionable command:

"Professor Holmes, you received an invitation from the Italian Ministry of Magic this morning, right? They are struggling with the werewolf problem. Isn't this a perfect opportunity?"

Glass's smile deepened. He looked at Minister Fudge with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Oh? So, you want me to take Remus to Italy as 'bait' to lure that lunatic Greyback away from England so that you can host a grand Quidditch World Cup in peace, right?"

He mercilessly exposed their intentions.

Minister Fudge cleared his throat, trying to sound more official and reasonable:

“Douglas, this isn’t bait, this is tackle.

You and Mr. Lupin have excellent insights and experience in the matter of werewolves.

If you can assist the Italian Ministry of Magic in solving their stubborn problems, it will not only enhance the international reputation of the British Ministry of Magic, but also effectively alleviate the potential threats currently within the UK.

This is undoubtedly a good thing that kills two birds with one stone, don’t you think?

Of course, I think this will also be of great help to your subsequent sales of the new wolfsbane potion, right? For example, it will help you gain the trust of more werewolves."

Scrimgeour also took the opportunity to add:

"Furthermore, Italy's werewolf problem is indeed much more serious than ours. There are many werewolf tribes in their mountainous areas. If we can use this opportunity to lure Greyback there and have him clash with those werewolf tribes within Italy, you will have less resistance later on."

Douglas put down his teacup and looked at Fudge with a half-smile:

"Mr. Minister, I do think The Quibbler sometimes makes sense.

However, since both the Minister and the Director value my problem-solving ability so much, shouldn't I seriously consider this 'kill two birds with one stone' proposal? "

Seeing that neither of them spoke, especially Fudge who kept staring at Dumbledore, but the old man ignored him and just concentrated on arranging the candy boxes on the table.

Douglas' smile faded a little, replaced by a barely perceptible cunning at the corner of his mouth.

He leaned forward and his voice deepened:

"Then let's not talk nonsense..."

He drawled, his eyes darting between Fudge and Scrimgeour as if gauging their limits.

"I want to kill two birds with one stone. I do have an idea, but it requires the cooperation of the Ministry of Magic."

Fudge immediately sat up straight, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

He rubbed his hands and said anxiously:

"Douglas, as long as we can resolve the problem of Fenrir Greyback and prevent him from affecting the upcoming Quidditch World Cup, the Ministry of Magic can provide some support."

Douglas heard the subtle thoughts in the other person's words, but didn't take it too seriously.

After Fudge finished speaking, he glanced at Dumbledore, who was chewing candy and looking at him with a smile.

"Hmmm, it tastes good. Would you like one, Cornelius?"

"Um, no, thank you Albus."

Douglas slowly raised a finger:

"My first condition is simple. Given the severity of the werewolf problem, the Ministry of Magic must publicly support the development and promotion of new wolfsbane potions and fully implement a werewolf registration system.

This also requires the Ministry of Magic to provide sufficient financial and human support to ensure that every werewolf willing to cooperate can be properly resettled.

Of course, Remus will communicate with you about the specific implementation later, and it won't delay this grand event."

Scrimgeour's face darkened instantly. He slammed the table with a dull thud, his sharp yellow eyes fixed on Douglas.

"Douglas, I don't suppose you'll hand over the formula for the new wolfsbane potion to us, so you're using the Ministry's resources to make money for yourself!"

Fudge glanced at Scrimgeour and then at Dumbledore. Dumbledore picked up the tea on the table again and drank it calmly, as if he was very busy.

He cleared his throat, trying to lighten the mood:

"Rufus, now is not the time to talk about this. Professor Douglas's wolfsbane potion is indeed very promising. If it can help werewolves return to society, it will also enhance the image of the Ministry of Magic."

He turned to Douglas and forced a smile: "Douglas, we can consider your proposal, but..."

"No 'buts'."

Douglas interrupted him, his tone brooking no argument.

"These are my conditions. If you can't do that, then I'm sorry, but I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."

He spread his hands, looking helpless.

Chapter 358: The schedule hits you in the face, no one can escape!

The week-long exam is finally over.

Saturday.

The last weekend before summer vacation.

There are no morning exercises and no classes.

As the morning sun shines through the stained glass windows of the Hogwarts Great Hall, it falls on the long table.

The owl brought that day's copy of the Daily Prophet.

A small number of people, from different colleges, gathered together.

Of course, with the exception of Slytherin and Gryffindor, people from the two houses would never gather in the same group.

Ministry of Magic Launches "Werewolf Friendship Plan": Register to Enjoy Triple Benefits, Building a Symbiotic Future for Wizards and Werewolves

This newspaper learned today that the Ministry of Magic drafted the Werewolf Friendship Scheme, a supporting policy for the Werewolf Friendly Coexistence Act, at 9:00 PM last night. The plan claims to "replace prejudice with tolerance and safeguard equality through institutional measures." Minister of Magic Fudge emphasized at the press conference: "This reform is not a compromise, but a significant milestone in wizarding civilization."