Cornelius Fudge, who was wearing a striped silk robe, stopped. There was a deep and indelible tiredness on his face: In the past two days, the number of magical events on the British Isles has increased several times compared to usual times.
, clues about the fugitive Sirius Black also poured in like a snowflake, making the entire Ministry of Magic anxious.
The Department of Legal Enforcement and the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters of the Ministry of Magic are already operating at full speed, but as soon as they deal with an incident, a new disaster will appear. As for Black's news, it is often a sloppy tramp.
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Many people are accusing Fudge of not revealing this matter to the Muggle Prime Minister. It turns out that the Muggles did not help much, but caused a lot of trouble. And their help ends here: the Muggle Prime Minister is currently most concerned about
The issue is not a fugitive from the wizarding world, but a general election.
All this put Fudge under tremendous pressure, and he felt that his nerves would snap at any time. But even so, when he saw the face of the visitor clearly, he still cheered up and smiled: "Good afternoon
,Lucius, what kind of wind brings you here?"
Lucius still had smooth blond hair, wore an elegant high-end custom-made black wizard robe, and held a cane in his hand. At this time, he said angrily: "Minister, just now, my son was killed at Hogwarts."
A hippogriff has been scratched!"
Lucius was so angry that his hand clenched on the cane so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"My son was scratched by an animal!"
Fudge thought for a while: "The rights of wizards are supreme. Since the Hippogriff has scratched your son, just send a few people over to kill the beast. Why are you coming to me? Wait.
,Why is there such a thing in Hogwarts? Did your son enter the Forbidden Forest?"
Fudge's way of thinking is very simple. He thinks entirely from the perspective of a wizard. In his eyes, a hurting Hippogriff and a biting dog are the same concept - both should be eliminated. If the dog owner is an ordinary
People's words.
"It's not that my son, the heir of the noble Malfoy family, would never go to the Forbidden Forest privately. He was taken there by the new Professor of Care of Magical Creatures, Rubeus Hagrid!" Lucius saw Fudge.
With such an attitude, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed, and he was going to immediately apply to accompany the executioner to Hogwarts to kill the hippogriff that caused the trouble.
"Ah...it turns out that the person who took over as Professor Keltburn is Hagrid," Fudge's expression became unnatural, "I have an impression of him, he is a big man..."
Now Fudge was like a traffic policeman who caught someone he shouldn't have checked during a drunk driving investigation. He was a little anxious: Hagrid knew very well that if it was just Hagrid's animals that caused trouble, he would just kill him. But
Everyone knows that the person standing behind Hagrid is Dumbledore! Will dealing with the hippogriff directly like this anger Dumbledore?
Under the current situation, it is obviously not a good thing to anger Dumbledore. Fudge needs Dumbledore's reputation to maintain the International Guild of Wizards, and he also needs him to help him deal with a series of disasters - and capture Sirius by the way.
Fudge hesitated.
"Minister, I'm going to apply for executioner right now..."
"Wait, Lucius," a deep voice came from behind Fudge, "If I remember correctly, Hagrid seems to have the power to initiate an appeal? According to the procedures, we cannot directly execute it."
Fudge was refreshed. He saw the reliable Kingsley standing behind him. He felt relieved: Kingsley, well done! Fudge seemed to have found a life-saving straw: Yes, how can we not do it?
What about things that comply with procedures?
However, a sweet voice came from behind Kingsley: "If the minister is willing, he can be executed directly. The minister of magic has great power!"
The person who spoke was a short witch who looked like a toad. She stood behind Kingsley and was blocked so tightly that neither Fudge nor Lucius could see her.
"Oh, no, let's follow the procedure!" Although Umbridge's words made Fudge feel happy from the bottom of his heart, he still did not dare to openly admit what he was thinking, "I am just a humble social instrument.
The public servants of British wizards must not break the rules. Lucius, you have to fight a lawsuit with Hagrid first."
Lucius was a little unhappy after being hit with a soft nail, but he didn't say anything. In his opinion, taking legal action was equal to his victory, but it was just delayed for a few months. How could a rude mixed-race giant stand in court?
How could he compete with the patriarch of a pure-blood family? Whether it was his connections or his knowledge of the law, Lucius was far superior.
Fudge's statement was very beneficial to Lucius.
"Okay, then I'll wait to see him in court." Lucius nodded, grabbed his cane and left. He was extremely efficient. Malfoy was scratched during the first class in the afternoon.
He found Fudge during the second period, and before dinner, Hagrid received the notification from the Ministry of Magic and the school board.
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After dinner, Harry, Ron and Neville went to Hagrid's hut while it was still dark. When they knocked on Hagrid's door, they found that Hagrid had drunk a lot of wine.
"It's over. I'm probably about to break a record - in the history of Hogwarts, no teacher has ever been expelled after just one class." Hagrid said angrily after trying hard to identify the guest.
Somehow, the brown-haired girl from Ravenclaw popped up in Harry's mind. If she were here, she would definitely tell them who the professor with the shortest tenure recorded in "Hogwarts: A School History" is.
Bar?
Fortunately, after careful questioning, they found out that Hagrid's words were just drunken talk, and the school has not given him any punishment at present - but he needs to file a lawsuit with Lucius.
"It's all my fault. I made my posture too big. I should have put the Hippogriff at the back. Let's get some Flobber caterpillars before school starts..." Hagrid said pitifully, while also thinking
He took another sip of wine, but was stopped by Harry.
"It's not your fault, you just wanted to teach us a wonderful lesson." Harry comforted.
Ron said angrily: "It's all the fault of that idiot Malfoy, isn't it?" He took Hagrid's cup and took it outside to empty it, "You drank too much, Hagrid."
Hagrid was silent for a while and then burped.
"I want to find Professor Dumbledore. I hope to take a period of leave so that I can concentrate on preparing for the lawsuit with Lucius." Hagrid made up his mind.