After a whole day's search, the Ministry of Magic found nothing. For a time, Fudge's reputation suffered a devastating blow.
In fact, this kind of thing doesn't have much to do with him, but who told him not to send more guards? Who told him not to sentence Peter to get the Dementor's Kiss on the spot? Who told him to be the current Minister of Magic?
Fudge has sent out all the Aurors and strikers, but there is not much progress in the search. At the same time, Amelia Bones has been contacting her cronies privately. The effect of this contact is surprisingly good, no matter what
A few people just made a brief contact and said that the position of Minister of Magic should be filled by you, Director Bones.
Amelia Bones's momentum was growing, and she also saw the right opportunity and played a "Dumbledore Card". The effect of this card was very good, and she suddenly won the support of a large group of neutral forces.
After all, only three years ago, a large group of wizards elected Dumbledore to be the Minister of Magic. Even though there are not so many people who want him to be the Minister of Magic now, his prestige still exists and he has a strong influence among the officials of the Ministry of Magic.
of influence.
Fudge also heard about the commotion caused by Bones, but he had no energy to confront Bones. All his strength was used to arrest people, so how could he have the energy to take care of the careerists who emerged?
The turmoil in the Ministry of Magic naturally affected Hogwarts. The most direct point is that the Dementors who were almost evacuated were left behind. But the impact was nothing more than that. In addition to becoming a topic of conversation for everyone after dinner,
, and has not really affected the lives of students.
In this atmosphere, Christmas has arrived.
The students who were leaving school packed their luggage early and boarded the Hogwarts Express to return to their hometowns under the watchful eyes of the dementors.
There were so many little wizards going home this time. Even Harry, who never went back during Christmas, got on this train. In the same carriage with him were Sirius Black and his good friend Ron. This year Harry’s
Christmas will be spent at Sirius's home. This will also be the first time since he was born that he will spend Christmas at other people's homes.
Tom and Hermione rented a private room by themselves, and they sat facing each other in the private room. Crookshanks was lying on the table between them like a ginger-yellow leather blanket.
"Is there anywhere you want to go during the Christmas vacation?" Tom asked Hermione while fumbling for something in his backpack.
Hermione moved her eyes away from Crookshanks, looked at Tom, and said seriously: "Tom, we don't have free time to hang out. We have to spend the entire Christmas vacation doing homework assigned by the professors."
"Really!" Tom raised his head in astonishment, "I always thought that we could go to a museum or stroll along the Thames in at least two or three days..."
"Originally, there was, but a certain key gentleman fished for several weeks, causing the progress of all papers to stall." Hermione held Crookshanks in her arms and glanced at Tom.
Under the slender eyebrows are lovely almond-like eyes, and the black eyes seem to be able to speak, showing a bit of reproach.
Tom stared into Hermione's eyes with a doting look on his face, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. "What's wrong? Isn't what I said the truth?"
"Some people would use almond to describe a girl's eyes. I think that's right." Tom blinked.
"Oh, if you like to watch it so much, then you can watch it all!" Hermione came closer and at the same time stretched out her little boot under the table and kicked Tom's calf.
Hiss - it hurts! Tom took a sharp breath, and the expression on his face became painful. Although Hermione didn't use too much strength, the calf bone was kicked by the girl's little boot. It would have been much worse for anyone.
They are all unbearable.
Hermione pouted and made a naughty face towards Tom, but she didn't feel proud for long. The next second, Tom bent down and grabbed her stretched out foot.
"Let me go—"
"Don't let go!"
Hermione tried to pull her foot away from Tom's clutches, but failed. After several attempts with no success, she gave up resisting. Not only did she no longer pull away, but she also put her other foot on Tom's grasp.
On the legs.
"I don't understand, is there anything so rare? Hold it like a treasure." Hermione complained disdainfully, but the blush on her face betrayed her.
"This is based on science. In the cerebral cortex responsible for the perception of body parts, the sensory cortex of the feet and -" Tom paused, because according to research, the sensory cortex of the feet and the sensory cortex of the reproductive organs are
Close together. Therefore, when the nerve signals of the two parts interfere, a person is clearly touched by his feet, but he may also receive sexual stimulation. It is this physiological structure that gradually changes the relationship between feet and sex.
Established, that is the origin of foot fetish.
This is simply a matter of course!
But how dare he say this directly to Hermione! Will it be regarded as harassment if he says it? He still...
"Okay, stop making excuses, did you bring the wizard chess?" Hermione's words resolved Tom's embarrassment in time - isn't it Ramachandran's research, I have read it a long time ago.
"Of course." Tom took out his homemade wizard chess from his backpack, and the two started playing. However, Tom was soon at an absolute disadvantage, because every time Hermione finished processing her own instructions, she would subconsciously
Shaking his legs, Tom had no intention of playing chess.
The happy time is always short-lived. Not long after the food truck passed by, the train arrived at the station. Little by little, the little wizards poured onto the platform, then lined up to pass through the wall and return to the Muggle world.
Tom and Hermione were not in a hurry to get out of the car. They slowly changed into Muggle clothes, carried the box and hugged the cat and walked out of the box.
At this time, there were not many people in the corridor. When Tom and Hermione passed by a box, its door was suddenly opened, and Harry and Sirius walked out together.
When the four of them met, they were all stunned. It was Sirius who broke the silence first: "I plan to invite Harry to my house for Christmas. It happens that no one has lived there for a long time, and I can have more people to help clean up."
Harry laughed, "I'm really good at cleaning."
Harry really wasn't bragging. Under the pressure of his obsessive-compulsive Aunt Petunia, his cleaning skills were even comparable to those of professional cleaners. At the Dursley's house, he was often forced to clean. At Sirius' house, he was often forced to clean.
, there should be no difference, the only difference is that he voluntarily cleaned it.
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Today we are going to tell the story of Porteous Natchbull, the ninth Minister of Magic.