The classroom at Hogwarts was empty, and students gathered in the hall for lunch, the dining table was filled with all kinds of tempting food, and hundreds of students wore black wizard robes, whispering while eating delicious food.

"Have you heard of it? The Minister of Magic has arrived just now." Two identical teenagers sat at Gryffindor's long table, talking to the wizards beside him, showing their informedness.

Sure enough, the words of the twin brothers attracted everyone's attention.

"George, talk!" the young wizards sitting opposite them asked in a hurry.

"We were just in the potion class, and Professor Snape suddenly left, came back with a dark face for a while, and then vented our anger. We were scolded for being innocent." The twin brother George's tone was sad, and he reached out to wipe tears that did not exist at all.

"As messengers of justice, we naturally cannot surrender. We must investigate the truth. After careful investigation, we found the source." The twin brother's expression was serious and echoed with his younger brother.

"It's thanks to our Captain Wood. If he hadn't been trained in the scorching sun and tirelessly in the vast blue sky, how could he have discovered the Minister of Magic?" George said seriously, but his words made people laugh.

"According to Wood's narration, our Minister of Magic was very hurried and his face was very terrible. The most important thing was that he was actually alone, so according to our speculation, something must have happened. I came to ask President Dumbledore for help, and this matter was inseparable from Professor Snape." After Fred's analysis, it really made some sense.

"What the hell is it?" The wizard students around him pricked up their ears and put down the knife and fork in their hands. It seemed that the words of the twin brothers were more attractive than food.

"We just don't know about this, after all, we are just children." The twin brothers spread their hands, shrugged and teased.

"Oh!" Many underage wizards showed disappointment in their eyes.

The students were still having lunch happily, but they didn't know that their Minister of Magic was about to be scared. At this time, the naughty twin brothers didn't know that although they had nonsense, they really guessed it.

The principal's office in Hogwarts emits soft light, and the round office walls are photos of previous principals. On the slender table, there are many exquisite silverware, rotating and spraying mist. On a shelf behind the table, there are definitely tattered stee hats. On a tall gilded branch behind the door, there is a beautiful bird lying on it. It is as big as a swan, and its bright red and golden feathers are very beautiful, like a flame burning.

On the chair behind the round table was a tall old man wearing a wizard's hat and a luxurious dark purple robe with silver stars.

The old man's long white beard was dragged to his chest, his eagle-hooked nose was wearing half-moon glasses, and his blue eyes were now staring at a middle-aged man in front of him with a ray of wisdom.

The greatest white wizard of the century, the principal of the Hogwarts School of Magic, the first-class Merlin winner, Albus Percival Woolflick Brian Dumbledore appeared!

"Mr. Dumbledore, why don't you believe it?" The middle-aged man was short and sturdy. Compared with Dumbledore's aristocratic costume, his clothes were very funny. He was pinstriped suit, bright red tie, long black cloak, purple pointed boots, and a dark green top hat on the table next to him. If he was holding a microphone in his hand, he was completely the host of the circus.

This ridiculous man has an extraordinary identity, British Minister of Magic Connelly Forge.

At this time, Fudge didn't look like a minister of magic at all. He was holding a silk handkerchief in his hand and wiping the fine sweat on his forehead from time to time. Although he had worn too much in the hot summer, his face was filled with fear, which showed that he was too nervous.

"Minister Fudge, what you said is indeed interesting, but the enemy will not be the Death Eater." Dumbledore smiled.

"Who do you think can freeze the whole of London? If it weren't for him, I must be sure that that person was him. Except for him, only his minions, the Death Eaters, and the madmen who could come out." Fudge looked anxious when he saw Dumbledore not believe him.

Today, Fudge sat leisurely in the office of the Ministry of Magic, thinking about what to eat for lunch, but suddenly received a message from Auror, telling him that heavy snow fell suddenly in London in the cool summer. Even if Fudge was stupid, he knew it was abnormal. However, he thought it was done by a group of wizards, so he immediately sent Auror to search for the source.

Soon the Aurors came back and the heavy snow stopped. Faugi got an amazing news. The Aurors did not find any enemy at all. When he was shocked, the four Aurors who met Madara came back and finally brought back useful news. They were used by the Soul-Snatching Curse and did not remember what had just happened.

The Ministry of Magic used various ways to restore their memories, because the four people were not the soul-taking curse at all, but Fudge thought he was thinking that the enemy must be the Death Eater. Fudge, who had determined his idea, was even more frightened because the Death Eater could actually frozen London. Although he didn't know how many of them were, this power made him extremely frightened.

The timid and cowardly Fudge immediately thought of Dumbledore. His feelings for Dumbledore were very complicated. On the one hand, people praised Dumbledore, the principal of Hogwarts, but looked down on him, the Minister of Magic, and many people even regarded him as a joke.

This gap in treatment made Fudge very jealous of Dumbledore, but he was afraid that Dumbledore would take his place. However, when he encountered an unsolvable problem, he still wanted to ask for help from Dumbledore.

Fudge also knew that one of his ministers went to find a principal. This behavior was embarrassing, so he didn't dare to lead people. He sneaked into Hogwarts, but happened to be seen by Captain Quidditch Wood of Gryffindor, and then passed to the big-mouthed twin brothers Fred Weasley and George Weasley. Now basically the whole school knows it.

"Foggy, this matter is not what the Death Eaters call. Don't worry, I will help you investigate it clearly." Dumbledore was shocked when he heard the news just now. He knew that Voldemort was not dead at all, but everything was under his control. Foggy's affairs caught him off guard. However, Dumbledore was extremely human. He went out to call Snape to an unmanned office and asked if Snape's dark mark had burned.

Dumbledore's words surprised Snape, but his Dark Mark did not move, and it was obviously not the man who summoned his believers.

Dumbledore, who got the answer, returned to the office with a little more thoughtful look. Although Forge insisted that he was a Death Eater, Dumbledore knew that even if the Death Eater in the UK was added together, it would not be possible to freeze London. A person or a group of people with this power would not be an ordinary person.

However, Dumbledore must comfort Foggy and not cause panic. He has already seen through Foggy's character.

Gugugugu!!!

An owl pecked at the window outside and interrupted Fudge who was about to speak. Dumbledore saw the owl, and his always calm face turned a little fluctuating.

Bang!

The window automatically opened, and the owl flew to Dumbledore, stretched out his ankle, and helped a small note.

Dumbledore opened the note, glanced at it, and rolled it up silently.

"What's wrong?" Fudge was a little curious.

"Mr. Minister, I'm afraid the person you are looking for is here." Dumbledore stood up slowly, with a look of solemnity in his eyes.

"What? Where are those people? Please protect me back to the Ministry of Magic and summon Aurors." Fudge was shocked. He saw Dumbledore pushing open the door of the principal's office, picking up his hat, and rushing to catch up with Dumbledore.

"It's not a group of people, it's a single person." Dumbledore said calmly.

Click!

The hat in Fudge fell to the ground, and hurriedly picked it up and chased Dumbledore. He was shocked just now. When he thought about it carefully, he thought Dumbledore should have discovered one of the people in a group. How could it be frozen in London if he was alone?

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Thanks to 'Yili' and 'Flying Derek' for their reward!
Chapter completed!