Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

In the principal's office.

Dumbledore was making tea on his desk, and the kettles on the two red clay stoves were gurgling with boiling water.

Dumbledore was obviously not a person who did things himself, and he didn't like to be pretentious. He hooked his index finger.

More than ten porcelain cups on the table seemed to come alive, grew a pair of feet, lined up to tap dance, and jumped into the boiling water to take a bath. There was also the sound of the porcelain cups laughing and playing.

Then the porcelain cups jumped out of the boiling water one by one.

Then the tea leaves in the teapot rolled into small balls and fell into the porcelain cups.

Finally, a hot stream shot out from another kettle and poured into these porcelain cups.

The tea leaves slowly rolled up, and the tea fragrance gradually spread.

A very magical tea-making skill.

Dumbledore hooked his finger again, and all these porcelain cups floated up and flew towards the people in the room.

At this moment, there were many people in the room, and it was even a little noisy just now.

Now everyone stared at Dumbledore's tricks.

Fudge picked up the teacup floating in front of him and was immediately scalded, so he became even more impatient.

"Principal Dumbledore, can't you give me a definite answer?"

Dumbledore picked up the teacup and blew it, looking inexplicable.

"Cornelly, doing things is like drinking tea, you have to be a little patient, otherwise you will be easily scalded, and isn't the fact already clear?"

Fudge was furious, he just wanted to hear the words of the strongest white wizard and him on the same front.

"Principal Dumbledore, this is all a lie, someone is jealous of the peace and joy of the wizarding world!"

Dumbledore took a sip of the tea that had not yet been tasted. The old bee was not drinking tea, but personally experiencing why a person likes to drink tea.

Just like when he was looking for the Horcrux, he always used the Pensieve countless times to recall every bit of Voldemort and think of his weaknesses.

After he put down his teacup, he picked up a stack of magic photos from the table and flipped through them one by one.

It faithfully recorded the process of a super-intense battle between top wizards.

"Look, Shaw's lightning net and electric rainbow, Voldemort's death and water mist, they are all so magnificent and dangerous!"

Fudge's eyes twitched, thinking that if Voldemort was really not dead, the Third Wizarding War might start at any time.

He didn't have the courage to face it. Thinking about the corpses and the dark magic marks everywhere was terrifying, so he tried his best to deny it.

"It's impossible. Voldemort died eleven years ago. These photos are all forged. The little witch should be arrested and interrogated to force her to tell who is trying to create fear in the wizarding world!"

Dumbledore took a sip of tea and was very disappointed with Fudge's performance.

"Cornelly, we can't be blinded by fear, but the situation is not bad now. Shaw has already expelled the Dark Lord. Voldemort in his residual soul state can't cause any trouble for a while. As long as we are prepared..."

Fudge didn't listen at all, stepped forward, grabbed the photo and started to tear it up.

"They are all liars, all liars, you must want me to step down!"

Snape in the corner looked at Fudge like a fly, opened his mouth and wanted to sneer, but was pulled by a bald black Auror next to him, and whispered.

"Fudge is not normal now, it's better not to mess with him."

Snape was stunned for a moment and stopped talking, watching Fudge's show off coldly.

The black man is not really black, but his skin is darker. His name is Kingsley Shacklebolt, a senior member of the Order of the Phoenix, and a top Auror.

The Shacklebolt family belongs to the pure-blood family of the Twenty-Eight Holy Gods. In the original book, Kingsley later became the Minister of Magic, a very powerful and shrewd guy.

Just as Fudge was arguing and guessing who was going to harm him in the office, the office door was opened.

Madam Pomfrey, the school medical officer, pushed a cart and brought in Shaw, who was wrapped in bandages.

"You'd better hurry up. The patient has bruises all over his body and his internal organs are seriously damaged. He needs to rest well."

Pomfrey is known as the most difficult person to mess with in Hogwarts. In her small territory, Dumbledore's face is not useful.

Seeing Shaw so miserable, Snape's eyes flashed with a complicated feeling, and Professor McGonagall moved her feet to step forward to show concern.

But Fudge was faster. He came to Shaw in one step and asked directly.

"Your name is Shaw, right? Tell me, who forced you to act in this play? Don't be afraid. I am the Minister of Magic and can guarantee your safety."

Shaw looked at the middle-aged fat man with cold sweat and a terrified expression in front of his eyes. Is this Fudge?

He is really timid.

However, this kind of minister who is greedy for money, power and cowardly is a good minister for him now.

Next is the time to show his acting skills.

Xiao Er showed a trace of pain on his face, pretending to be weak.said.

"Mr. Minister, hello, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Fudge obviously did not give up, he had to nip the "rumor" in the bud.

If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people at the scene, and there were reporters, he might really use some "tricks".

Fudge could only warn secretly at this moment.

"You are from the Black family, a natural foodie, cough, it is a big crime to publicize the return of the Dark Lord for no reason. You don't want to go to Azkaban to accompany your uncle."

He thought for a while and continued.

"If you can be honest, as a minister, I naturally can't turn a blind eye to some of the things that embezzled your family's property in the past."

This is giving benefits, but it's all empty words from politicians, without any real temptation.

Shaw blinked hard, wanting to laugh, but he had to hold it back.

But it was not the time to confront Fudge head-on. Shaw groaned and his face became paler.

Sure enough, pretending to be sick, ah, if it is a real illness, it is an excuse for invincibility, well, students are still not allowed to learn it.

Seeing this, Madam Pomfrey immediately said anxiously.

"Do you have anything else to ask? If not, I will take the patient back to the ward to rest."

Dumbledore stood up and walked over. He used magic to sense that Shaw was indeed seriously injured, so he went straight to the point.

"Shor, how did you find out that Quirrell was abnormal?"

Shaw blinked and said, "Let's be lenient."

"Principal, didn't I give you a notebook of dark magic that Quirrell stuffed into me last time? Since then, I have started to pay attention to Quirrell and found that he always likes to talk to himself when he is in a remote place, so I guessed that 'he' is not alone."

Dumbledore's expression did not change and continued to ask.

"Why would you and him start a war in the hall without any scruples, and even prepare hundreds of small animals as a shield wall in advance?"

"Principal, I said this was a coincidence, do you believe it? Maybe you were not there at the time, so Quirrell was so bold that he wanted to kidnap the little wizards?"

Seeing Dumbledore's old face blushing slightly, Shaw held back his laughter and continued.

"As for those little animals, they are my Halloween gifts for the little wizards. Think about it, when everyone is eating happily, the brooch suddenly turns into a little animal. Isn't it a surprise?"

Shor's nonsense explanation not only made Dumbledore's eyes jump, but also made other professors and Aurors fall for it.

But some things, even if the person involved doesn't say it, there is another explanation that can be explained, and Shaw is now a student with super strong martial arts and prestige comparable to the savior.

Dumbledore really didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

He could only wave his hand helplessly.

"Poppy, take Shaw back to the ward to rest."

Madam Pomfrey nodded and took Shaw out of the office without saying a word.

This is a true doctor. In her eyes, there is no good or bad in human nature, only whether the patient is healthy or not.

Fudge was anxious.

"Dumbledore! Shaw is obviously lying, how can we let him go so easily! I suggest using Legilimency or even Veritaserum."

Seeing Fudge lose his composure and dare to say things that are forbidden by the law, Dumbledore was a little impatient.

"Cornelly, the facts are irrefutable. What we need to do now is not to treat a little hero harshly, but to prepare for Voldemort's second comeback!"

Fudge's eyes widened and he pointed at Dumbledore rudely.

"You, you, I have listened to you very much, why are you still so dissatisfied with me? You must want to drive me out of office. All this is your conspiracy. I tell you, don't dream, I am the most suitable Minister of Magic!"

After Fudge scolded loudly, he walked out of the door angrily.

Dumbledore's face darkened.