Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 181 Dumbledore Do You Want To Rebel? (seeking subscription)

Zhang Xiao bid farewell to everyone, walked out from the corner, squeezed away the worried little wizard who was discussing wild guesses, and came to the Gryffindor students.

"Fred, George!"

The twin brothers who were lowering their voices to discuss whether to take this opportunity to bring laughter back to everyone (selling tricky props) were startled.

Looking back, he said in unison:
"open?"

Zhang Xiao stopped the shoulders of the two and took them to another remote corner:

"Guys, please lend me the Marauder's Map."

The twins showed exactly the same surprised expressions at the same time, their eyebrows were raised high, and their eyes were round and round:
"Zhang, how do you know we have this baby?"

"We never told anyone else"

"You don't have to worry about this, lend it to me first, I need it."

The twins looked at each other, shrugged, and furtively took out the folded map from their arms:

"Here—you know how to use it?"

Zhang Xiao also put away the map and nodded.

The two brothers were even more curious:
"How can you use it? Unless you know it"

"Prongs? Padfoot? Moonface? Wormtail?"

The reason why I am not in a hurry to see the map is because of this, it is too troublesome to explain.

If you don’t explain it once or twice, it’s okay, if there are too many, others will be afraid, fearing why you know other people’s well-hidden secrets.

If you still want to live a normal life, don't make yourself too strange, and don't break away from other people's cognition.

"It's a long story, time is urgent now, I'll get down to business first, but there is one more thing I need your help with.

——Do you know if there is a secret passage leading to the outside in the auditorium? "

The two brothers froze for a moment, showing a tacit and confident smile.

Dumbledore stood beside Hagrid, calm as if nothing had happened, only those eyes as deep as the sea seemed to be brewing a storm.

"Connelly, what do you mean, the Ministry of Magic believes that Hagrid is the so-called murderer?"

Standing in front of Dumbledore was a very strange looking man.

He was short and stocky, with a mop of gray hair and a worried look on his face.

Compared with the tall Dumbledore, he is like a short potato.

His clothes were an odd mishmash: a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cape, and purple pointed boots.

A dark green top hat was tucked under his arm.

It was Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

At this moment, the powerful Minister of Magic did not dare to look Dumbledore directly in the eyes. Instead, he turned his face and stared at Hagrid's large teapot non-stop.

"Neither do I, Albus.

But lo and behold. said Fudge awkwardly. "Hagrid's criminal record isn't good for him."

The Ministry of Magic had to do something - the school board had been contacted. "

"Prior records?" Dumbledore took a step forward, looking down at Fudge, with a hint of chill in his tone.

"We all know what that so-called criminal record is, Connelly.

Or was the Ministry just trying to find a scapegoat? "

Fudge was silent for a while, and he looked up at Dumbledore with some fear, but his heart was full of anger.

That's it, it's always been that way, and Umbridge was right, and so were the purebloods who treated him respectfully.

Dumbledore—never took himself seriously, never regarded himself as a Minister of Magic!
He changed his way and turned to Hagrid who was standing at a loss:

"It's bad, Hagrid," said Fudge in a heavy tone, "very bad, three attacks, more than forty victims!

They were all little wizards. When I got the news, I felt like the sky was falling. I could even imagine how huge and adverse impact it would have on Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic if the news spread.

The parents will gather and condemn you, me, Albus, the professor!

He paused, ignoring Dumbledore's increasingly sharp eyes:

"Look at it from my point of view," he said, toying with his top hat, "I'm stressed out.

Something had to be done.

If it turned out it wasn't Hagrid, he'd be back.But I had to take him away.Shouldn't I fulfill my—"

"I don't think I'll let you do that."

Dumbledore finally spoke again, and he stood in front of Hagrid:
"As the principal, I can't just let you take away the professors from the school!"

Fudge grasped the polite hand gradually, even trembling slightly, and he finally looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes for the first time.

Nostrils fluttered, a faint blush emerged from his face, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Dumbledore! I knew—"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Dumbledore, I'm afraid you are no longer the headmaster!"

Lucius strode into Hagrid's cabin. He was tightly wrapped in a long black traveling cloak, with a cold smile on his face.

Tooth started barking.

"You have come, honorable minister" he said with satisfaction "very good, very good"

"What are you doing here?" said Hagrid angrily. "Get out, get out of my house!"

"Believe me, my dear friend, I am not glad to be in your—oh—you call this a house?"

Lucius Malfoy looked around the small shack and sneered.

"I just came to see the school and I was told the headmaster is here."

"What did you just say, Lucius?"

Dumbledore asked softly, as if an old man hadn't heard clearly, and politely asked to say it again.

"Don't doubt your hearing, Mr. Dumbledore"

Lucius slowly took out a long roll of parchment.

"The board thinks it's time to let you go.

Here's the removal order - you'll see twelve directors sign it.

We feel I am afraid you are not using your talents.

How many attacks have occurred so far? How many little wizards have been harmed already? "

Fudge didn't say a word, acting like he didn't exist.

Hagrid stood up abruptly, brushing the ceiling with his big, shaggy, black head.

"How many people have you threatened, blackmailed, to force them to agree, eh, Malfoy?"

"Threat? Blackmail? Coercion?" Lucius sneered:
"To tell you the truth, we have given Dumbledore a chance, but we haven't seen any effective measures. Even today, we are trying to give Mr. Dumbledore a chance.

It was only when news came that forty little wizards had been attacked - even the school trustee's children.

All the directors immediately signed it, so."

Lucius' face became more and more gloomy, and his voice was cold and frightening:

"It's your favorite headmaster who doesn't live up to expectations, do you understand? Stupid - big - one?"

"You can't take Dumbledore!" Hagrid yelled, making Fang the Hound tremble and whine in his basket.

"I'm afraid it's not up to you to decide!"

Lucius dropped a word lightly, turned to Fudge, and bowed slightly:
"It seems that you have made a decision before?"

Fudge finally stood up at this moment, he seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation with Dumbledore:
"Take Rubeus Hagrid away!"

The two Aurors immediately stepped forward, trying to lock him, but Dumbledore stopped them. The Aurors pulled out their wands, and although they were afraid, they still pointed at him:
"This has nothing to do with you, Professor Dumbledore, please don't interfere with our official duties!"

"Kingsley" Dumbledore looked at the face of the Auror in front of him, and the anger in his eyes softened a little.

"Duty is here, Professor!"

"Where is the duty?" Dumbledore closed his eyes, but a sentence suddenly came to his mind:

"Those who are weaker than you but want to do evil, if they use the rules they made to persecute you, what should they do?"

The boy stood in front of him and said loudly:

"The strong need restraint, but it is definitely not the rules set by some messy ruler. They should have self-discipline and set a bottom line and code of conduct for themselves."

A palpitating feeling of terror slowly spread from Dumbledore's body.

It was like sitting in a small boat and watching the distant storm slowly approaching.

It was even suffocating. Except for Hagrid, everyone's heart seemed to be tightly grasped and squeezed bit by bit.

Cold sweat soaked the clothes on the back almost instantly.

Fudge groaned, and said in a voice that was almost pleading with fear:
"Albus! Are you trying—to destroy the authority of the Ministry of Magic? To destroy order?"

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