From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Seriously, William had no intention of targeting Fudge at all.

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It's true that he and Fudge have a little bit of a little conflict about getting into Azkaban, but it doesn't mean that he has to make a lot of things for Fudge and bring Dumbledore to the door.

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In fact, he wasn't familiar with that Umbridge either. If he hadn't instructed Rita to sneak into his office, he wouldn't have bothered to care about the Ministry of Magic. His own curse, the resurrection of the Dark Lord, and other major events haven't been done yet, and how can there be time to care about the struggles of the Ministry of Magic?

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But things are so wonderful - Lucius has a Horcrux in his hand, Bella's house has a Horcrux in the vault, and Umbridge, as the most hidden Death Eater, should have a Horcrux in his heart. Let it go!

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Don't worry about this thing, not only does it have no effect, but if it is used, it will kill the user. As far as trust is concerned, Umbridge has to get one more or less.

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If something happened to Umbridge, there would naturally be Aurors and Strikers, and their business abilities were still trustworthy—then, if Fudge's office didn't have it, the last horcrux that existed in speculation would have to be found elsewhere. .

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William looked at the door of Fudge's office while thinking about his inference.

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This vote is really a level that Azkaban can wear. He laughed at himself, did not make room for Dumbledore, and summoned a ray of fierce fire from the void of his fingers, which burned directly to the magical protection of Fudge's office.

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I'm in a hurry now, but I don't have time to grind slowly. Besides, since I want to blame the Death Eaters, I naturally have to use some genuine black magic.

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However, the release of this magic is a bit of a slaughter. Although it is the office of the Minister of Magic, the superficial protective magic above was swallowed up by the fierce fire almost in one face.

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There's no way - the Auror's office and the striker's office are all around, so even the minister's office only does the most basic protection work, and more is on the alarm, but what's the use of the alarm now...

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"boom!"

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William took a kick and was smashed inward by the door that completely destroyed the protection. When it hit the wall, there was another crisp sound.

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"Aurors have at most three minutes to start returning to help one after another. I hope the protection will not be too strong, otherwise I'm afraid I will destroy one more office."

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William said in a low voice, but Li Huo had already been released, but was surrounded by magic, forcibly preventing it from spreading too seriously.

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He was a little anxious at the moment - Dumbledore was a little off the chain at the moment, and he didn't look professional at all in rummaging through things, completely unworthy of his reputation as the first wizard.

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'Really, Gringotts is a white invasion...'

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William murmured inwardly. He waved his wand quickly, and the useless things were violently overturned on the ground. The drawer was pulled out by himself as he waved his wand, and then he was lifted up, and dumped the contents out little by little, making sure there was no Ignored immediately after use.

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Dumbledore, who was very politely rummaging for a while, imitated William's rude rummaging in a wonderful sense of disobedience, and even went a step further - his wand could bring Raise multiple drawers and cabinets to let more things fall on the floor.

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'Thank goodness...Although the Ministry of Magic was told to be on guard, Fudge's office still didn't do much protection to facilitate access to items, otherwise it would just be destroyed. ’

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While thinking about it, William quickly flipped through the cabinets, trying to identify the dark compartments in the room by the way.

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"This way!"

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He put down the drawer he controlled and walked towards an oil painting that had fallen asleep. Most oil paintings in the magical world have intelligence spy functions and early warning functions. After so many years, there have been a lot of things that made them fall asleep .

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He waved his wand and found that the oil painting hadn't moved at all. After confirming his thoughts, he walked forward quickly, and then took off the oil painting with his hands wearing dragonskin gloves, revealing the cabinet behind him—with a password and protection, And it's sturdy.

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But it's not a big problem - William took out an empty pocket, then put the box in it and threw it to Dumbledore.

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"It should be this. Except for Umbridge's things, other things are probably not qualified..."

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"We should go, sir."

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William urged Dumbledore, and when Dumbledore activated Apparition, he took out a large bag of powder directly from his pocket, then sprinkled it on the ground, waved his wand, and ran at the same time.

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"What did you just use, Professor William?"

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When Dumbledore and William appeared at the predetermined location at the same time, Dumbledore's expression seemed to soften a lot.

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Although he is not worried that he will be blocked by Aurors or strikers, once he is called out of identity, the follow-up trouble will be really big.

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"You don't like the details of some of the processing traces. All I can say is that they are the eggs of the specially treated Frober caterpillars."

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William happily explained that although Dumbledore's presence did not pose any risk to this operation, once it was discovered, it would be a little exciting to be able to put Azkaban on.

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In order to make himself more calm, he took out a piece of melted chocolate from the pocket lining of the wizard's robe, squinted his eyes and put it into his mouth.

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"Very good...the flames will be extinguished, the infiltrate will be investigated, and the fainted Auror will find what was left if it is not too wasteful..."

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"The shoes were smuggled from the United States, and so were the coins. Evidence such as hair that may have fallen off was cancelled out by the potion in advance, so it could not be traced..."

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"I'm still a little careless. It's time to leave a little hair. It's not my own... Otherwise, the map is a bit deliberate..."

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'No one has seen what our wand looks like. Although the potion used for casting is configured by myself, it is a classic model without any changes. Even the ordinary cauldron used for cauldrons should not have any loopholes...'

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'The last Flobber caterpillar will quickly hatch and explode, and the magic slime will cover all positions, destroying the scene very badly...'

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‘…’

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"Very good, eighty points..."

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William silently rated his behavior, while on the other side, Dumbledore looked at William suspiciously, but he didn't see his chocolate.

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? ? ?

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Dumbledore wasn't in a hurry to unpack the last box he took - he was going back to Hogwarts to unpack it again.

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So, he is now starting to think about what the **** is going to be wrong - if he remembers correctly, their original intention was to find Tom's Horcrux, and then completely destroy Tom's hope of resurrection?

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But now, it's Gringotts first, then the Ministry of Magic. If it wasn't for him being the headmaster at Hogwarts, I'm afraid Hogwarts would have to be searched for once, or in a seriously illegal way...

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However, it is unnecessary to use this to prove that the professor in front of him is a villain. He believes in his own judgment.

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'But what about my chocolate? ’

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Dumbledore continued to look at William with a smile.

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"It's almost time, we have to change the location, principal, it's better to make a false pretense of fleeing - I used this false identity to secretly buy a door key for smuggling, but that's not necessary."

William, who had no idea what Dumbledore was thinking, spread his hand, "Find a suitable location, we can remove the disguise, and then we can go back to school. If it is feasible, I hope you can recommend me to investigate the Ministry of Magic today. riot."

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"…"

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"Rice bucket, trash!"

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"How do you ask me to explain to the people?"

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"Do you know what this phenomenon is?"

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"Even the US Ministry of Magic is not so shameful!"

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Fudge shouted loudly, but none of the people who were reprimanded below dared to say a word—although some people knew that the United States was called the Magic Congress, but they still didn't say a word.

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But Fudge was not as angry as he appeared to be.

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It is not his Fudge who is in charge of the defense, but the very prestigious Barty Crouch, which is very subtle and worthy of happiness.

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Also, there were no casualties in this attack—good news, and it means there's something positive about it that makes the current Ministry of Magic look less rubbish.

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Thirdly, and most importantly, things were taken by Death Eaters.

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If it was taken away by political enemies, he might be a little worried - but the Death Eaters are completely hostile, and their words are not credible at all, no matter what evidence they have in their mouths will become pale.

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But his anger wasn't all fake - those daring Death Eaters dared to take action against his Ministry of Magic!

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The previous Azkaban attack was enough to make them feel daring, and the current intrusion into Fudge's office made him even a little scared in his heart.

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His minister is not in the office today. If he was there, the Death Eaters would be able to directly kill the Minister of Magic by beheading and killing the Minister of Magic without much effort...

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Thinking of this, the shock of the three happy events couldn't hold back the anger that came out.

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"Simply—!"

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Just when he was about to get angry, Fudge suddenly felt that someone was kicking him secretly.

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'What bastard! ’

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Just when he was about to turn around and get angry, he suddenly thought that his assistant had been standing behind him.

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Twice again, extremely slight.

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Fudge was stunned for a moment, then realized that now is not the time to accuse the culprits.

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He has to reward those who contributed in this riot, and he has to thank the person who risked his life to keep the evidence.

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This is extremely necessary - he has also said the reprimand, so he should also say the words of care and comfort, so as to ensure that the current Ministry of Magic is roughly in line with him, rather than going elsewhere.

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Inwardly, he praised his assistant for the timely reminder, and Fudge suddenly changed his tone.

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"Although there were no casualties in this emergency, we still have to applaud and reward the wizards who worked hard to protect the Ministry during this incident."

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"Furthermore, the Aurors and Strikers who came back to defend the Ministry of Magic in the shortest time in this incident, you have worked hard - you returned to the Ministry of Magic as quickly as possible, and bravely rushed through the trap, you are good of!"

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After all the eloquent speeches, the chaos in the department finally stopped slowly, and began to gradually resume daily work.

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As for Fudge, after thinking about how he should reward his assistant, he returned to his office with an unfulfilled anger.

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At this moment, the floor has been carefully swept, but everything seems to be empty - the documents that were dragged on the ground are now also sticky with the mucus splashed by the caterpillars.

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Although they could be restored after a series of remedies, Fudge had no way of controlling the images of the scene churning in his mind anyway. Flobber caterpillar slime nearly wrapped his entire office!

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That's really disgusting - he's feeling nauseated now.

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"I don't know what kind of report the Daily Prophet can make. ’

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'Damn, those Death Eaters, those fellows! ’

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He roared in the office and roared again to express the anger that he was forcibly suppressed.

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'Just before the election, I lost such a big man before the election! ’

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'No, I'll ask Dumbledore to see if he can do anything...'

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After being angry for a long time, he finally leaned back on the chair and shook his head weakly.

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'See what Dumbledore has to say about...'

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"Professor William and the principal asked you to come to the office."

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"Huh? What's the matter?"

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"I do not know either."

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William had no choice but to think about what Professor McGonagall was going to do, while thinking about whether there would be any loopholes in his not-so-smart method.

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But ten minutes later, William left Professor McGonagall's office with an embarrassed smile while walking with a little distraction.

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'Students of this age... Next time add the gender of the principal! ’

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He re-entered Dumbledore's office and saw the letter Dumbledore took out.

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"Isn't it? What a joke..."

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William's mouth opened - special investigation? He really got it right...

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Just this matter, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is really a bit subtle...

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Investigate the case you committed yourself... This is too strange.

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But there is always no excuse - after happily receiving a subsidy, William officially became an investigator.

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"I replied."

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Fudge nervously opened Dumbledore's letter - he was afraid of being stabbed in the back by Dumbledore right now.

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Pushing himself and others, he felt that it was a little possible.

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But as it is now, if Dumbledore says he's too old-fashioned and refuses to help or even blame directly, things will go badly.

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But Dumbledore is willing to donate, so come on.

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"Minister, you don't know the information yet!"

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"You don't understand now," Fudge shook his index finger and happily explained to his assistant-although the assistant probably understood and only asked questions on purpose, he was still very happy to talk about it.

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"It doesn't matter if Dumbledore sends a divination professor - we don't lack experts, and that person is a bonus."

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"The important thing is that Dumbledore is still supporting me, isn't he?"

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He laughed, very brightly.