It was Lupine's guess that the Minister of Magic, Fudge, would be influenced by others and send an Auror to the school to inspect the school while Dumbledore was distracted by something.
He has been around the world for a long time, experienced wars, experienced discrimination that is more despairing than wizards' discrimination against Muggles, and wanders on the fringes of wizard society.
This is a warrior with a keen sense of struggle.
Things turned out just as Lupine expected. Before the Auror office even set out, he received a warning through some channels - run quickly.
Lupine didn't run.
Sitting quietly in the office waiting for the Ministry of Magic's review.
This is something that seems very humiliating to Anton. Why do you just check it if you want to, and I have to cooperate with you and give you face?
But Lu Ping didn't see it that way. He explained the principles of the struggle game to Anton in detail.
"It seems that I am at a disadvantage, but because Dumbledore is here, if I suffer a loss, they will be justified, and we will have the initiative."
"This kind of opportunity is hard-won, and it is difficult to gain this kind of initiative at other times."
"Not to mention that Dumbledore will get more room to maneuver, but I will also get a more relaxed environment due to the special nature of my position as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which carries a curse."
Seeing that Anton still didn't understand, Lu Ping just smiled gently.
"Sometimes when we suffer a loss, we can gain more."
Haha~
Anton sneered.
He didn't want to suffer a loss and engage in a bloody game. The essence of the wizarding world was to be crushed by those in high positions. Dumbledore was just too kind, so he was kicked in the face every day.
If you let Grindelwald or Voldemort become the headmaster, let alone suspecting that Lupine is a werewolf, and actually tell everyone that Lupine is a werewolf, do you think the Ministry of Magic would dare to say a word?
"Check me?"
"There's a price to pay."
Since they are enemies and not friends, and we are not relatives, and we have handled everything properly, don't blame him for being rude.
…
At night, just before the moon came out, there was a bang-bang-bang sound on the viaduct in front of Hogwarts Castle.
This is the only place in Hogwarts where Apparition is allowed, and it is only open to invited guests or the Ministry of Magic.
The senior students knew the special sound of disembodiment and screamed in surprise. The little wizards crowded in the windows and corridors to look out.
I saw many people wearing suits and leather shoes, wearing woolen coats, holding magic wands in their hands.
The leader was a middle-aged wizard, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, walking with a long stride, and a broad-shouldered figure that looked like a big lion.
She has medium-long brown wavy hair, a big forehead, and sharp eyes like an eagle.
Surprisingly, it was none other than the Director of the Auror Office, Rufus Scrimgeour.
Lupine once told Anton in detail about the director's life. Scrimgeour was a standard politician and a standard Auror. He devoted his life to fighting against dark wizards.
He has a strong wrist, a tough personality, and is ruthless.
A very powerful person.
Ps: Later he became the Minister of Magic, and in the end he was tortured by the Death Eaters. Harry Potter could not tell the truth and was killed.
McGonagall took several professors to the viaduct and negotiated with Scrimgeour for a long time. Finally, Scrimgeour took out the documents from the Ministry of Magic and had no choice but to let them go.
Scrimgeour waved, and the Aurors behind him walked towards the castle. They obviously got some news and divided into two teams. One team rushed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, and the other team rushed to the other side of the Black Lake.
cabin.
McGonagall looked at Scrimgeour coldly and pursed her lips, "Your Ministry of Magic must give us an explanation."
Scrimgeour sighed, took off his glasses and wiped them, "Aurors always obey orders. Without the signature of the Minister of Magic, it would be impossible to launch such a large operation."
McGonagall was not satisfied with his excuse, "As far as I know, Fudge does not have such great authority in the Auror office. You can completely reject it."
Scrimgeour shrugged, put on his glasses slowly, and stared at her, "Professor McGonagall, someone reported that werewolves appeared in Hogwarts, and there were a lot of violations of the Ministry of Magic's regulations, so I had to come."
"You know the dangers of wolfsbane. If something goes wrong and there are so many little wizards here, it will be a huge disaster."
"Study black magic and form Dumbledore's Army..." Scrimgeour sneered, "I think this must be a misunderstanding. It will affect Dumbledore's reputation. There are talks everywhere outside. I can help...
"
McGonagall took a step forward coldly and stared into his eyes, "Rufus Scrimgeour, this is a Hogwarts matter and does not require your intervention!"
The implication is that it’s none of your business!
Scrimgeour did not flinch, and his slightly narrowed eyes were full of cold and sharp edges, "Professor McGonagall, you have no idea how much our Aurors have paid to fight against dark wizards. In the decades since I have been an Auror,
, buried countless colleagues in their graves with their own hands."
"I personally sent countless colleagues to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. Some were missing arms and legs, some had their eyes gouged out, and some were completely crazy."
"I will never allow our Aurors to die outside. The only magic school in our country is cultivating dark wizards year after year!"
There was no expression on McGonagall's tense face, she just looked at him quietly, "School rules and disciplines, this is our Hogwarts matter, it is not the Auror's turn to take care of it!"
"Rufus Scrimgeour, I have to tell you clearly, if you don't find anything this time, you will be fired. I won't even feel sorry for that."
Scrimgeour put his hands into the pockets of his suit trousers and stared at the Aurors rushing towards the hut from the viaduct, "Then we will wait and see."
He could see the Aurors surrounding the hut in three echelons. The two at the front made a gesture, suddenly opened the door, and waved their wands to release the light of the curse.
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Professor McGonagall screamed in surprise and looked at Scrimgeour angrily, "They are just children, and you are treating them the same way you treat dark wizards!"
She slowly pulled out her wand and said, "Tell them to stop. This is not a formal law enforcement procedure, otherwise I won't be polite."
Scrimgeour pouted, took his hands out of his trouser pockets, clasped his hands together in front of his stomach, indicating that he was giving up resistance.
His eyes were dark, "At this critical moment, we can only make such a decision."
"Yeah?"
Professor McGonagall raised her wand, but Scrimgeour did not flinch. He even took a step closer and put his forehead under the wand.
"Ha~" Professor McGonagall's lips curled up slightly.
"Expelliarmus!"
Phew~
Scrimgeour's wand flew out of his woolen coat and flew to the ground far away.
As for Scrimgeour, it was as if he had been hit by a large truck at high speed, and was sent flying high by the impact of the curse.
Fly, fly, fly freely in a big parabola.
The force was so great that he couldn't control his body at all.
"All petrified!"
Phew~
Before it fell, it was still flying when it was hit by the curse again.
Scrimgeour's body glowed with the sheen of stone, and he fell viciously onto the bridge with a snap. It rubbed on the ground for a long time, and finally stopped at the feet of Professor Snape, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Professor McGonagall faced the strange and indescribable looks from Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick, shrugged, and gently adjusted his wizard robe, "I am the vice-principal of the school, and I have the obligation to protect the children."
As she said that, she smiled sheepishly, turned around, and quickly rushed towards the hut with a magical light glowing all over her body.
The magic power extended, and everything around her was collapsing towards her, and it seemed as if her position was extending outwards.
Her speed was extremely fast, and the changes in the cabin were even faster.
I saw the light of the curse pouring out of the hut like mist, and wherever it passed, there was laughter and laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, and he instantly transformed into a tabby cat. His dexterous body made a sharp 180-degree turn in mid-air, and with a kick of his hind legs, he was able to escape the influence of the cursed fog.
She reacted extremely quickly, but those Aurors were not so lucky.
Except for the Aurors on the outermost layer of the encirclement who saw something was wrong and cast the Iron Armor Curse or hurriedly retreated, everyone looked like they were laughing wildly.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
They are so happy, so joyful.
There was a middle-aged wizard who probably liked to laugh, but now he almost knelt down on the ground, holding his stomach and laughing until his whole body twitched.
The corner of Mag's eye twitched and he quickly backed away again.
Oh~
The scene before me was too familiar.
She remembered that night, Anton released a tickling spell that affected the entire Hogwarts Castle, making everyone laugh for a long time.
But at that time, there was no such power at all!
This is no longer a simple tickling spell!
It not only makes people laugh from their bodies, it seems to touch their souls, as if the cursed Aurors only think of the happiest things in their minds, laughing from the bottom of their hearts.
Smiling extremely brightly.
You know, Aurors have undergone special training and generally won't smile unless...
Professor McGonagall took a slow breath.
She looked at this scene, and for some reason, she suddenly felt that it was normal for Anton to be beaten by Aurors.
An Auror close to her almost died from laughter, and a pale color gradually appeared on his face.
However, the magical mist surging inside the hut was still endless, as if it had no intention of letting them go.
"Hahaha...hahaha..."
The Aurors were laughing so happily, twitching in the snow, under the moonlight, and in the cold wind with drifting snowflakes.
There was a vague smell of urine floating in the wind.
"!!!"
The Aurors in the outermost circle looked at each other, waved their wands, knelt down and inserted the wands into the ground, shouting, "The curse stops!"
Cast a spell together!
They saw the light of the curse surging from every wand, turning into a huge disk, covering everything in front of them.
Finally, the cursed fog disappeared.
They all breathed a sigh of relief, some looked at the hut cautiously, and some rushed to help their colleagues up.
But at this moment!
"Woooooo~~~~"
The train whistle sounded.
"Besides, besides, besides~~~~"
A train made of clay rolled out of the hut, similar to a small tourist train in an amusement park. You can see that each train car is equipped with an Auror.
Before everyone had time to react, the soil beneath them quickly rose up and turned into carriages, trapping them.
The little train whined and whirred, going faster and faster, catching every car behind it.
At the end, the dirt on the ground extended out of the track, and the high-speed train soared along the track!
Ahead is a huge curve.
The track continued to extend, and each thrilling roller coaster project was slowly created, while the speed of the small train became faster and faster.
The mist of the curse once again spreads out of the hut...
As a result, the Aurors in the small train carriage seemed to be reliving the good times of their childhood, screaming and laughing at the same time.
Several Aurors who were far away looked at each other.
On such a train that has reached a speed of 120 yards and is suspended in the air, they don't even dare to use the 'Spell to Stop'. If this transformation technique is banned, they simply can't imagine what kind of situation their colleagues will be in.
Fly out.
In the distance, Professor McGonagall sighed, transformed into a human again, and held the wand tightly.
She was a little worried about these Aurors now.
I hope Anton can understand the seriousness of the matter and stop playing these Aurors to death.
Transfiguration.
Professor McGonagall looked at this scene and felt extremely happy. Look, what a perfect transformation technique.
Look, what an interesting ingenuity.
Look, what a delightful scene.
She rubbed her wand with both hands, forcing herself to hold back her turbulent mind, wishing that she was the one fighting against the Aurors now, so that she could try such an interesting transformation technique.