Hogwarts Blood Wizard

　　 Fortunately, Umbridge obviously fits the definition of a good dog. As soon as he came in, he couldn't wait to search in this cabin.

She worked tirelessly to search for any possible traces. From time to time, she used her magic wand to knock on the table and chairs, or used her nails to stick the sheets to see if there were any letters or letters underneath. It's a pity. She can’t find anything she handles very cleanly...

　　 "You guys, if there is nothing else, go back to the castle." Professor McGonagall hinted that they should leave quickly.

　　 Ivan nodded and was about to leave, but Umbridge's voice came over before he left.

"and so on.."

　　 "Minister Fudge, these children happen to be the insiders in the report. I think they should know something?" Umbridge said.

"Umbridge, I remember what happened. Dumbledore has already told you very well. The children don’t know much about it. They just found a clue by accident and came back to inform me." Professor McGonagall frowned. Said.

"But I think there may be something to hide." Umbridge took a few steps forward, her broad, loose-skinned face was close to Ivan and others, and Ron, who was the closest, couldn't help but turn. After a few steps back, Umbridge didn't care, and said with a tired smile.

　　 "As far as we know, someone saw a little wizard riding on a dragon's back yesterday."

"That's what Seamer said. Didn't you ask in school? He is a famous bomber in the school, because he will fail with any spell, so Seamer may want to make up a story so that people can pay attention to him. "Ivan said lightly.

　　 "Then I will ask more." Umbridge's eyes were fixed on Ivan, wanting to see something on his face.

　　 However, Umbridge quickly became disappointed, and Ivan's expression did not change in any way.

　　 "Well, Umbridge, maybe we should go to other places." Fudge said impatiently, he was not interested in wasting time on a story made up by a little wizard.

　　 In fact, Fudge didn't have much interest in the so-called dragon thing at all.

　　He came here in person, just wanting to see if Dumbledore did any small actions behind his back. It would be great if Dumbledore's reputation could be weakened by this thing.

Although he admitted that when he was seeking the position of Minister of Magic, Dumbledore also helped to do some "tiny" jobs, but since he took the most powerful position in the magic world, Fudge certainly didn't want someone to stay on him. On his head, even speaking is more effective than his own minister!

　　 This is something he absolutely cannot tolerate!

　　 When Fudge first became Minister of Magic, he naively thought that Dumbledore was already old, and would retreat behind the scenes for a few years at most, or would die directly.

　　 But he didn't expect that a whole decade later, Dumbledore was still alive, and mentally better than him. Fudge doubted whether he was waiting for his old age and Dumbledore was still his principal at Hogwarts.

　　 He knows that the personal relationship between the greatest white wizard of this century and Nick Lemay has always been good, and he drank some life-prolonging potions if he could.

"Then I think we can go to the fourth floor of the castle. According to some students, they were warned at the beginning of school that if they don't want to die tragically, they had better stay away from there." Umbridge is not worthy of being a good one. Dogs, new ideas soon came up.

　　 "Okay, let's go there and have a look..." Fudge was interested again.

　　 "Fudge, do you think I would hide a dragon in the corridor of the castle?" Dumbledore, who had been silent, suddenly said.

"Look, I just watched... how could the next dragon be hidden there?" Fudge noticed Dumbledore's eyes under his half-moon glasses, a panic in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm. Looks like, don't want to show timidity in front of the other party.

　　 "I also took you to the scene of the accident. It was an ordinary assault." Dumbledore increased his tone and continued.

"Hagrid was wounded by magic. There are traces of the flame curse in the place where the fire burned. The death of the unicorn was also due to the killing curse... There is no evidence that Hogwarts raised a dragon. , Or violated the regulations of the Ministry of Magic!"

　　 "I know, but this is a routine investigation by the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge felt that his authority had been challenged like never before, and he spoke very hard.

　　 Umbridge took out a search warrant in due course and showed it in front of Dumbledore...

　　 But Dumbledore didn't look at it, he just looked at Fudge so quietly.

In the wooden house that seemed to be a little crowded, there seemed to be a rush of pressure for a while, which made Harry and the others very uncomfortable. They curled up into a ball and clipped their tails. Umbridge wanted to speak but couldn't tell. Words come.

　　 Ivan was quietly in front of his melon-eating crowd, and didn't mean to blend in, because this was entirely Dumbledore's own work, has nothing to do with him.

　　 What surprised him a little was that Dumbledore used the Philosopher’s Stone to fish. The Ministry of Magic did not even know, or that the Ministry of Magic knew very little.

　　 But thinking about Fudge's attitude towards Voldemort's resurrection in the original book, Ivan somewhat understood, Fudge didn't want to believe that Voldemort was still alive, let alone set a trap for such a precious thing as the Philosopher's Stone.

　　 Even if Fudge really agreed to do this, the place where the traps were set would be at the Ministry of Magic, and Fudge himself would bring dozens of Aurors squatting and guarding it.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron did not have the leisurely mood of Ivan. What Fudge said made them a little worried. After all, they knew very well that there was a three-headed dog in the corridor on the fourth floor. They couldn't imagine what Minister Fudge would look like when he saw it. reaction.

　　 The solemn atmosphere lasted for a while, and finally Dumbledore broke the strange atmosphere.

　　 "Of course it is okay for the Ministry of Magic to investigate. There is nothing shameful there." Dumbledore slowed down. After all, Fudge was the Minister of Magic. If he could, he didn't want to get too stiff with the Ministry.

　　 "I also assure you that this is the last place to be searched." Fudge also sighed in relief and voluntarily backed down.

　　 Dumbledore didn't say much, and took the initiative to walk out of the door. His calm and calm appearance made Fudge doubt whether his persistence was right.

　　 But Fudge quickly strengthened his confidence again, because Dumbledore's previous reaction proved that he definitely had something to hide from himself, thinking of this Fudge winked at Umbridge.

　　 Umbridge suddenly understood, and turned around to show a tired smile to Ivan and others.

　　 "You guys should keep up with you, it's best not to let me find out that you are doing little tricks on the road."