I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Hogwarts is under the control of the Ministry of Magic, and besides -" As he spoke, he cast a spell, and the magic enveloped the golden crown, but nothing happened.

It's still suspended in the air.

Um?

this? Fudge frowned and looked at the Aurors on both sides.

Then his subordinates understood and reached out to grab Jinmian directly.

But it was like there was a glass of nothingness in front of them, no matter how hard they tried, they just couldn't touch the golden crown.

"Dumbledore!" Fudge didn't even think twice and decided that this was definitely a trick of the old headmaster.

His eyes fell unkindly on Hermione and other young wizards.

Although the witch who was suspected to be Rowena said that they were all Ravenclaws before leaving, which made me a little afraid, but that was just fear. The little wizard swept his own facts with certainty, even if it was an Auror If we take people away and put them in Azkaban now, that is also in compliance with the law.

I didn't do anything wrong.

"I think it was just an accident." The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched, and a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

After all, even with the headmaster's abyss of wisdom, he couldn't figure out why Hermione would attack the Minister of Magic.

"Accident?" Fudge scoffed.

The so-called accident was three hitting one, and a shameless sneak attack!

Although he is not very glorious, after all, it is quite embarrassing for him as an adult wizard to be defeated by three young wizards, but the fact is the fact.

"I think there is no such word as accident in law." Fudge's meaning was very clear. It was embarrassing to be knocked down by the little wizard. He could not pursue the case, but the golden crown must be taken away.

Otherwise, we will have no choice but to invite these bastards to go to Azkaban to eat in prison.

The scene suddenly fell into silence.

Hermione lowered her head, seemingly resigned to her fate.

It turns out that Dumbledore was with the Minister of Magic, and the dark wizards around him were actually Aurors.

Such news made her dizzy, unable to accept it, and - it was so embarrassing!

She would rather the other party was a vicious dark wizard!

If this matter spreads, she, Hogwarts. Woohoo┭┮﹏┭┮, is it too late for me to transfer to another school now?

Or, can I still go to school?

"Hey, what are you talking about?" At this moment, halfway up the mountain, a young man with long black hair suddenly ran up.

He was draped in a blanket made of unicorn fur and was holding another man by one hand.

"Owen?" Hannah called out in surprise, then frowned, "You--you're in the castle?"

"That's right! Professor Sprout invited me to drink tea, you know!" Owen, who pulled Malfoy over from halfway up the mountain, smiled shyly.

"Drink-tea?"

Hannah, who had already heard of Owen's strange slang, immediately understood what he meant.

He was taken to solitary confinement by Professor Sprout again.

"I thought"

"Why?"

"Shut up. This is not your student party!" the Minister of Magic shook his authority and shouted loudly.

His sharp eyes flashed across Owen's face. Then he said to Professor Dumbledore with a tone of guilt: "Is this the student you teach?"

"Um?"

"It sounds like you are not Dumbledore's student. Oh~ you want to change your ways?"

"Do I give you permission to speak?" He held the wand in his hand, clenching his fist.

Yes, the fire in his heart was about to burn out his few sanity.

Today is his most humiliating day. He must rebuild his authority as Minister of Magic in front of Hogwarts!

He didn't want to spend his days sending letters to Dumbledore every day asking if he would be in power.

"What a great official power! Mr. Minister." Owen waved gently, and the golden crown suspended in the air seemed to be inspired by some kind of inspiration, and fell directly on the tips of his hair.

"You-" Fudge's eyelids twitched slightly.

I have tried it just now. No matter how hard I try, magic and physics cannot shake the Ravenclaw golden crown suspended in the air.

"Ah~ this!" Owen tapped the gem on the golden crown on his head with his wand. He smiled and replied: "You have to gain its approval. Does the heir of Ravenclaw understand?"

Hmm--Professor Dumbledore's little trick is really useful.

"The heir of Ravenclaw? What can that do?" Fudge squinted and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be an heir in Hogwarts in the past.

But that was the heir of Slytherin.

Could it be?

The souls of the four founders have been lurking in the castle, waiting for an opportunity to choose their perfect successor?

——There are rumors that the mysterious man who wreaked havoc on the British wizarding world seemed to have an unexplained relationship with Salazar Slytherin.

If he is the legendary heir of Slytherin.

That - believe in the heights he has achieved!

If Hogwarts still has a way to make wizards extraordinary, whatever it is must be under the control of the Ministry of Magic.

No matter what, he must take away the golden crown today.

"I suggest you don't ask." Owen stretched out his bare right hand, glanced at it and said, "It's getting late today, you should go back to bed!"

"Boy!" Fudge raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes, "Who do you think you are talking to?"

"Perhaps you have all forgotten. I am the Minister of Magic! I can get you out of Hogwarts, or even the UK, with just one word!"

"Oh~ you are so brave~" Owen held up the wand in his right hand and tapped his left hand.

His eyes were narrowed, and an inexplicable smile hung on his lips.

Now he is Owen, not the witch Lani.

The young lady would never get angry, use such frivolous words, or use the Unforgivable Curse, but he would~

Because he doesn't care~

See you in Azkaban!

No big deal, anyway, I went there with acquaintances and all of them are talented people. I really liked the people there.

"It's a pity that I only deserve to smell my grandpa's farts!"

"What did you say?"

"Did I say you are deaf? You look young, but your ears still don't work well. Why don't you go to St. Elizabeth Hospital to recuperate?"

With that said, Owen stretched out his wand, pointed at Fudge's head and said, "Do you have an underdeveloped cerebellum or a completely underdeveloped brain? Do promotions in the Ministry of Magic come in exchange for brains?"

"Why did you, the minister, come here? Don't you have any idea?"

There was a trace of ridicule on the corner of his mouth: "That's all the old principal's mercy and charity. If you find it, you're lucky. If you don't get away, you'll be looking for trouble for the principal all day long. Do you think there's anything wrong with your brain?"

"You!" Hearing this, Fudge's eyes widened with anger, as if his eyes could spit out fire.

The expressions of the surrounding Aurors were even more exciting than the last one.

Sometimes red and sometimes black.

But they were all shocked by what this little wizard said out of nowhere.

When I got the number of papers, I was stunned for a moment and said, "Fuck." It's really easy. I feel like any junior high school student can take the exam, but I can't.