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"It was yesterday afternoon, after the werewolf incident. It is currently speculated that he may have used Transfiguration... My God, it's unbelievable! In a place like Azkaban, he can still preserve his magic power."

Fudge said this with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

"And I can basically be sure that his goal of escaping this time is Hogwarts."

Fudge's expression was gloomy, with unconcealed worry in his eyes.

He spread out the documents in his hand, his voice was low but oppressive.

Dumbledore sat in a chair, raised his head, his eyes still calm.

"Why do you say that?"

Fudge did not answer directly, but waved his wand.

A copy of the Daily Prophet gently fell on Dumbledore's lap, and the paper glowed faintly under the light.

"This is the issue of the newspaper that Sirius had been reading before escaping from prison...that is, the issue of the duel competition held in your Hogwarts."

Fudge's voice was a little tired.

Dumbledore looked down at the cover of the newspaper. On the screen, Deveraux was casting a fire spell expressionlessly, and the blazing flames behind him were like a flaming dragon clearing the way.

Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly, then he nodded gently and began to flip through the newspaper.

"I have to say, this fire spell is really good, half as good as mine back then."

Hearing Dumbledore's self-boasting evaluation, Fudge couldn't help rolling his eyes, his tone full of helplessness.

"Yes, it's good. But that's not the point!"

Fudge stood up, pointed at the cover of the newspaper, and spoke faster.

"Sirius held this newspaper in his hand for a whole week! And - he didn't do the crossword puzzle on it! You know, he would do crossword puzzles in every issue before, it's his habit. But he didn't do it this time."

Fudge stared at Dumbledore, his tone revealing a hint of nervousness.

"What does this mean? It means that there must be something special in this newspaper that attracted him!"

Dumbledore's hand that was flipping the newspaper suddenly stopped, and his brows slightly frowned, as if he had discovered something.

Fudge saw this and immediately sat up straight, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Dumbledore? Have you found any clues?"

Dumbledore did not answer immediately. He squinted his eyes and looked at a certain page in the newspaper, and suddenly raised his hand and pointed at himself in the photo.

This is a dynamic picture of a duel match. Dumbledore is trying to stop the fire dragon summoned by Devereux, with a solemn expression and neat movements.

"Don't you think I look too old here?"

Dumbledore asked seriously, with a little dissatisfaction in his tone.

"I'm obviously only over a hundred years old! But I look like a dried mummy in this picture. Is it intentional by those guys from the Daily Prophet?"

Fudge was stunned, and then couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Over a hundred years old is not old? Dumbledore, are you serious?"

Dumbledore chuckled, as if to pass on the joke, and then his eyes fell back on the newspaper again, and his tone changed.

"But - there are indeed some strange places."

Fudge immediately perked up and couldn't wait to ask.

"What's strange? Is it a clue?"

Dumbledore's fingertips gently stroked the edge of the page of newspaper, and his expression became a little more serious.

"This page has obvious traces of turning. Especially here, it is obviously pressed repeatedly. This means that Sirius stayed on this page for a long time."

Fudge immediately leaned over and stared at the page of newspaper.

On the screen, there was a group photo of Slughorn and a group of Gryffindor first-year students. Slughorn's smile was as kind and complacent as always. Several students waved and played mischievously in the photo, looking ordinary.

Fudge frowned.

"This photo? To be honest, I can't see what's special about it that can attract Sirius."

"Slughorn? Is it related to him? But--"

He frowned even more.

"Slughorn did not turn to the You-Know-Who back then. He has always been good at protecting himself and it's impossible for him to be related to the Death Eaters."

Dumbledore stared at the photo in the newspaper, frowning slightly, and his eyes stayed on the photo of Slughorn and the students for a moment.

He sighed softly, then shook his head and closed the newspaper.

"I can't determine the specific reason for the time being, but I can be sure that Sirius's target is inside Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's tone was calm, but his eyes were deep, as if he had already planned the next move in his mind.

"The school's security measures need to be strengthened immediately."

He looked up at Fudge, with a hint of unquestionable meaning in his tone.

"You should be able to do this, right?"

Fudge heard this and straightened his chest, showing a confident look.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he had finally found a situation that he could control.

"Of course. In fact, the situation at Hogwarts has not been peaceful in the past period of time. The security upgrade is not only reasonable, but also can make parents and the public more at ease. It is also good for my reputation."

Dumbledore nodded, as if he approved of Fudge's attitude.

He stood up slowly, his robes swaying slightly with the movement, looking particularly calm.

He lowered his head and adjusted his cuffs, his tone relaxed but meaningful.

"Very good, let's deal with it in this direction. But -"

He turned and walked toward the door, his steps steady and unhurried.

"The situation in Azkaban cannot be ignored. Activation Transfiguration can temporarily solve the problem, but don't forget, this is only a temporary measure."

He stopped at the door, looked back at Fudge, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he was saying something trivial.

"As for whether you can keep your hat—"

He paused, a hint of slyness flashing in his eyes.

"Just pray that Sirius shows up at Hogwarts soon. The sooner he arrives, the easier it will be to solve the problem."

Fudge was stunned for a moment, and the confident expression on his face stiffened slightly.

Dumbledore's steps towards the door were gentle, and his robes made a low sound on the ground.

His hand was already on the door handle, but the moment he pushed the door open, he suddenly stopped, turned slightly, and glanced at Fudge.

"I know you got some time magic from the Priory,"

His voice was low and slow, and every word seemed to hit Fudge's heart.

"But I have to tell you clearly that if these things are not used by the chosen ones, the Hounds of Tindalos will never let them go."

When Fudge heard this, his expression changed, but he quickly regained his composure and snorted coldly.

"Haven't you, Dumbledore, ever used it? You are the first one to use it! I don't see what price you paid!"

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly, and then he turned around, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand, pressed it on his right eye, and pressed it lightly——

With just a slight "pop" sound, his right eye disappeared instantly, replaced by a hollow pit of flesh and blood, with a faint dark red luster inside, as if it led to some unknown abyss.

Fudge's pupils shrank suddenly and he couldn't help but take a breath, but it wasn't over yet.

Dumbledore raised his left hand again and gently brushed his right arm.

As he moved, his right shoulder and entire right arm seemed to be swallowed up by some invisible force and collapsed instantly.

The body on that side looked like an empty shell, and even the robe seemed weakly attached to the deflated part, like some kind of weird sculpture.

Fudge froze in place, his face turned pale, and fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He subconsciously took a step back and made a dry grunt in his throat, but could not say a word.

Dumbledore looked at his reaction, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be mocking, but also seemed to be some kind of cold relief.

"Oh,"

He chuckled softly, his voice laced with a hint of exhaustion.

"This is the price of crossing the line. And this is just the beginning. It will be more serious in the future, and it will suck you dry bit by bit."

His eyes became deep and cold, as if he was remembering, but also as if he was warning.

"Do you know why the founders of the Priory are dead? Why were they finally wiped out by you despite having such power? Fudge, the strongest fortress is often captured from within."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his right hand and his body instantly returned to its original state, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

But Fudge knew that it was definitely not an illusion - his palms were soaked with cold sweat, and he even lost the strength to hold the wand.

Dumbledore turned around and opened the door, his robe drawing an elegant arc in the air.

His back disappeared behind the door, leaving Fudge standing there alone, his eyes filled with horror and unspeakable shock.

——

"Hey Hermione, what are you looking at?"

Devereux came over carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of milk oatmeal and a golden, crispy lamb pie.

He sat down opposite Hermione, his eyes falling on the parchment in front of her.

Hermione was frowning, her eyes focused, obviously lost in her own thoughts.

Hearing Devereaux's voice, Hermione raised her head with a smile on her face, but the confusion in her brows remained.

"Oh, nothing,"

she said, her voice slightly thoughtful.

"It's the defense against the dark arts paper last week. Professor Lupine assigned us a topic, a course paper on the classification of dark magic creatures."

Devereaux scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew in the hot air and took a sip. When he heard the topic, he nodded slightly.

"Well, this question is quite basic,"

he said, with a hint of nonchalance in his tone.

"I didn't expect you to frown at this kind of question. Do you find it difficult?"

Hermione shook her head and handed him the parchment in her hand.

"It's not that it's difficult, but..."

She paused, with some complicated emotions in her eyes.

"I just read Harry's paper and it feels a little strange."

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