Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"Look, look! You finally told the truth! Percy, did you write it down?!"

Fudge shouted out the door.

"Noted, Minister."

Came Percy's serious voice.

"What's the point of Cornelius remembering this? I want to overthrow you, not the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore's words made Fudge stunned again. A bad premonition spread all over his body. Dumbledore's next words confirmed his premonition.

"Yes, Cornelius I want to run for Minister of Magic."

"I have thought it through. You are not suitable to be the Minister of Magic. Whether it is ability or anything else, you do not have the qualifications. It was obviously a wrong decision to agree to let you take the position of Minister of Magic."

"Instead of letting you run around and mess up the Ministry of Magic, it is better to simply remove you from that position and replace you with a capable wizard. Look at what you have done over the years? It cannot be said that you have done nothing, but it can only be said that you have made no achievements."

"no, you can not!"

Fudge said with a trembling voice, and it was hard to tell whether he was afraid or excited.

Everything he did was to prove that Dumbledore wanted to overthrow him, but when it was really proven, he refused to accept it.

In fact, deep down in his heart he always believed that Dumbledore would not want the position of Minister of Magic, so he challenged Dumbledore's bottom line again and again, testing him again and again.

Because he knew Dumbledore wouldn't do that. Good guys should point guns.

However, Dumbledore was unexpectedly persuaded by someone, and Fudge was the final spark, which was purely caused by Fudge himself.

"Why not? Anyone can run for Minister of Magic. I can. Dolores can. Dawlish can. Shacklebolt can."

Dumbledore said as he named a few more people.

"Stepping back, even if I want to run for Minister of Magic, what's the problem?"

"Is this a crime?"

"Are you going to stop me from running for election?"

"Are you going to lock up the other people running for Minister of Magic as well?"

"Do you want to be the dictator of the wizarding world?"

Overthrowing you, Fudge, and overthrowing the Ministry of Magic are two different concepts. There have been many Ministers of Magic who have been overthrown in the history of the Ministry of Magic. Two of them were replaced during the reign of the Great Magician.

"You are the headmaster of Hogwarts! Hogwarts can't do without you!"

Fudge was defeated by Dumbledore's words. He no longer had the heart to hold anyone accountable. He just thought that everything that happened today was an illusion and a dream.

What a terrible day!

Now remember Dumbledore is the headmaster?

Why didn’t you think of it when you forced the emperor to abdicate just now?

Didn't you just look like you were going to put him in jail? Why are you so scared?

If you fail to hit the snake, you will be bitten by it. The target of the attack was Dumbledore. If it was someone else with a bad temper, such as Professor Grindelwald, Fudge would have been killed long ago.

"Professor McGonagall will make an excellent successor."

Dumbledore was not a indecisive person. Since he had already decided to run for Minister of Magic, he would not hesitate any longer.

Even the next principal has been chosen, and it is obvious that he has made up his mind.

"Cornelly, this is the joint signature of the twelve directors. Ms. Umbridge is totally unqualified to be a professor at Hogwarts."

As he spoke, Dumbledore took out a parchment scroll from his pocket. It was covered with dense text, and the most eye-catching column had the signatures of a total of twelve people.

The main reason why he came late was to get the signatures of these school directors.

The school directors were unwilling to stand up and confront Fudge, but with Dumbledore willing to step forward, they were still very willing to embarrass Fudge, especially with that person's approval.

"I think it's time to say goodbye."

He pressed the parchment scroll into Fudge's hand.

"Also, as you are her direct supervisor, I will report her recent abuse of students to the International Confederation of Wizards and have her crime adjudicated in a public trial at the Wizengamot."

"Determine if she is a Death Eater!"

If the previous words excited Fudge, then Dumbledore's words now directly aroused Umbridge.

"I am not guilty!" hissed Umbridge.

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to her.

She was panicking, she was really panicking. If someone else wanted to convict her, she would just treat it as a joke and not worry about it, but Dumbledore was different. It was then that Umbridge remembered Dumbledore's identity.

The former President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, the greatest white wizard of the 20th century. And now he has to be the strongest contender for the post of Minister of Magic.

There is at least an eighty percent chance that she can be convicted.

She's really not a Death Eater!

Only at this moment did she feel the feelings of those wizards who had been wronged by her.

"Is there anything else? Hogwarts is not open to the public. I think people outside the school can go out."

Dumbledore ordered several people to leave.

Even though Dumbledore always smiles, once this old man with white beard becomes serious, he still puts a lot of pressure on people.

Fudge left Hogwarts in disgrace with Umbridge and the Aurors. The campus erupted in thunderous cheers that almost overturned the castle. Everyone was celebrating Umbridge's departure.

Dumbledore said helplessly: "I think I have to worry about our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor again."

Chapter 382: The Soup Master of Hogwarts

Ever since he learned that Umbridge had been expelled and the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had become vacant, Snape naturally tried to apply for the position once again, but was rejected by Dumbledore as expected.

If it were any other time, Dumbledore might have worried about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and he might have given the position to Snape.

But now it won't happen, there are still many candidates.

Of course, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher would not be Grindelwald, who was a special professor for fifth-year wizards. Firstly, the fewer people who knew his identity, the better. Secondly, and most importantly, that guy was so good at using language that Dumbledore was not at ease letting him teach other wizards.

"Sirius!"

In the fourth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Colin shouted excitedly when he saw Sirius, who had changed into a more serious outfit.

Then Sirius, with a serious face, did not maintain his professor image for a second and gave him a big hearty smile.

That's right, the new professor of Dark Arts at Hogwarts is Sirius Black.

In order to spend more time with Harry, he went to Dumbledore to recommend himself as soon as he learned that Umbridge was driven away.

Dumbledore naturally agreed to his request.

Although Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years, as an adult wizard, he was more than capable of teaching a group of young wizards who had not yet graduated.

Snape, who knew that his dream position had been snatched away, was so angry that he kept no strangers around for a whole week.

Although Sirius came to Hogwarts for Harry, it was a pity that the fifth grade class where Harry was was the only one missing from the young wizards he taught. He was not convinced by this and rushed over to provoke Harry during the fifth grade class.

Openly questioning Grindelwald's abilities.

Trying to show off in front of Harry.

Then he was slapped hard in the face.

Grindelwald randomly picked a young Hufflepuff wizard and taught Sirius to the ground and beat him up through remote instruction.

He was then used as a negative example and severely criticized for the entire class. It was said that Sirius was in a daze when he left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, as if he had turned into black and white.

Snape's anger subsided a little after he knew this.

Well, it's a good thing that it was Sirius who took the risk.

Should.

In the following days, Sirius became completely obedient, but as a professor at Hogwarts, he saw Harry too many times in school, so he didn't worry too much about it.

Just as Christmas was approaching, a figure who had not appeared for a long time returned to the classroom.

"WOW, let's see who's here?"

"It turned out to be the famous Mr. Dursley. I thought it was some professor coming over."

In the Potions class, when Snape saw Dudley sitting in the first row of the classroom, he spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Mr. Dursley, please stay after today's class."

"I want to know what you have been doing during this time."

Dudley didn't care, he knew it was Snape's concern.

Well, just yesterday, he finally completed the development of a new potion.

"Okay, Professor."

In fact, he had asked for leave from Snape before leaving. The reason why the other party said this must be because he had something to discuss with him.

Before long, the rich fragrance that had not been seen for a long time wafted through the Potions classroom again.

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched slightly. His cooking skills became more and more refined. No, his potions skills became more and more sophisticated.

After the Potions class was over and all the young wizards had left, Dudley scooped a bowl of kelp soup from the cauldron.

"Would you like some, Professor?"

“It helps refresh the mind and relieve fatigue.”

"No"

Snape wanted to refuse conditionally, but then he remembered something and took the bowl that Dudley handed to him.

Snape took a light sip and smacked his lips. He wanted to say something but couldn't help but took another sip.

"Refreshing potion and soothing potion? No, there is also a little effect of the joy potion."

"As expected of Professor Snape, absolutely correct."

This is a compound magic soup brewed by Dudley, which has the effects of multiple potions.

Snape wanted to say something sarcastic, but swallowed the words back.

Well, literally swallowing it back, he took another sip.

Snape looked at the empty bowl and felt so depressed that he could only praise it.

“It tastes really good.”

“I am still very confident in this aspect of myself.”

Dudley drank a large bowl himself. "Professor Snape, what do you want from me?"

I almost forgot about business.

Snape glanced at Dudley, looking somewhat reluctant and helpless, and said in a slightly strange tone: "Petunia wrote to say that Lily didn't like the taste of the potion."

As Lily's godfather, Snape cared about her very much. He would show up at Privet Drive on time whenever he had time, and he would often correspond with Petunia, and of course the contents were all about Lily.

"Potions never taste good."

To be precise, no one likes the taste of potions. Except for love potions which are colorless and odorless, most potions taste bad.

If there was no other way, who would be willing to drink the potion?

"Little Lily's talent may not be good, she must be cultivated from a young age." Snape paused here.

Dudley also knew what he wanted to say.

"Dudley, can you teach me how to make this soup?"

"With pleasure, Professor."

How could he not be happy? In order to improve the taste of the potion, he had been crossing the river by feeling the stones all along. Now that there is a potion master who can help, it would be strange if he was not happy.

If one is willing to teach and the other is willing to learn, the speed will naturally be self-evident.

While learning how to cook magic soup, Snape also changed his mind about this method.

In a trance, Snape seemed to hear a sweet voice like an oriole ringing in his ears.