Chapter 117：

The Potion Masters Alliance that Alex Damo talks about is an organization composed of top figures in potion science. There are no more than ten internal members, but each one is a potion master with great influence.

When Gilderoy Lockhart saw the big guys coming out, he stopped pretending to be an ostrich.

With the most charming smile in Wizarding Weekly for six consecutive times on his face, he stood up and said plausibly: "I also question Cornelius Fudge's ability. If I were here, there would never have been a dementor breaking into the school! "

As soon as he spoke, Fudge's already red eyes became even redder.

Forget the previous one, you, an ignorant liar, dare to join in the fun.

He pointed at Lockhart angrily and yelled: "You liar, everything is a lie, he is just a guy who knows nothing!"

Already dazed by the backstab, Fudge shouted to the batter beside him: "Catch him and throw him into Azkaban!"

These are the team of hitters who play for Fudge, and they take action immediately after hearing this.

The red light of the Sleeping Curse flew towards Lockhart.

A trace of joy flashed across Fudge's ferocious face, as if seeing Lockhart being exposed, the huge news helped him cover up what happened today.

"Armor protection! (Protego

Lockhart shouted exaggeratedly, and an armor spell appeared on his body to deflect the attack.

Then he took out his wand and said calmly and calmly: "It seems that you want to take action against me, a recipient of the Merlin Order of Merlin Level 3 and an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance."

Fudge was a little puzzled. The Lockhart he knew couldn't possibly have such a powerful armor spell.

The magic power from the ring poured into the wand. Lockhart smiled confidently and immediately took action, using the disarming spell to deflect a striker.

Several rays of red light were blocked by his armored spell that looked like eyes on the back of his head.

Every time a striker takes a shot, a batter will be knocked away.

There were five batters present, and three of them teamed up to attack opposite Lockhart.

Lockhart strolled around, holding one hand behind his back and holding his wand in the other to deflect spells to counterattack.

He suppressed the three attackers by himself and kept retreating. He didn't even need to use spells at the end, and his clever silent spells made people open their mouths.

"Broken to pieces! (Reducto

The intense white light turned into a ball and hit the three people, and the three people flew away.

Lockhart stopped his hand and said with melancholy: "Why bother? Why let me do it."

Now, Fudge, who had wanted to catch Lockhart and flip him over, collapsed. As long as he was not blind, everyone knew how powerful Lockhart was, so why use lies to maintain it.

No one saw that Lockhart was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

He had ten rings on all his fingers, except for one.

The drama came to an end. As the Daily Prophet published the next day, Cornelius Fudge was forced to step down early due to multiple accountability and scandals.

Rufus Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office, temporarily takes over as the Minister of Magic and promises to ensure the safety of the students at Hogwarts to the greatest extent possible.

"We will do whatever it takes to catch Sirius Black, no matter where he is. If we meet him in a toilet, we will drown him in a urinal."

The iron-blooded style has changed the Ministry of Magic's previous weakness.

Aurors went to Hogwarts to take charge of security and management of Dementors.

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"So handsome."

Ron's face turned red with excitement. He imitated Rufus Scrimgeour and said, "If you meet him in the toilet, drown him in the urinal. This is the real iron-blooded Auror!"

Harry also excitedly stabbed the potatoes with his fork. They felt that this was the real Auror.

It's just that Harry felt a little pity for Fudge, who was quite nice to him when school started.

Slytherin's long table.

"Draco, this is your father."

The Slytherins looked at Malfoy enviously, and Malfoy puffed up his chest proudly.

In the "Daily Prophet", Lucius Malfoy was chatting and laughing. This was the long-awaited glory of the Malfoy family returning to the upper echelons of the magical world!

John looked at the newspaper. Fudge stepped down. Although Rufus Scrimgeour was only a temporary Minister of Magic, as long as Sirius was captured, this could be removed temporarily.

Chapter 135 Photography Magic and Maps

Putting down the newspaper, John looked up at the Gryffindor table.

Ron and Hermione quarreled again.

"How do they quarrel every day and still have such a good relationship?" John fell into deep thought.

The reason was still two pets. Crookshanks often ran out, but he still didn't forget to catch Scabbers.

This incident was the trigger. Ron had long disliked the ugly cat.

On one side was the pet he had kept for twelve years, and on the other side was the ugly cat he had just bought half a year ago. He didn't understand why Hermione couldn't understand.

At least from Ron's perspective, there's nothing wrong with this.

John was also curious as to why Crookshanks was staring at Scabbers.

As far as he knew, Crookshanks was smart enough to realize that the mouse was the pet of his owner's friend.

"Peter Pettigrew."

The Marauder's Map will show the people in Hogwarts, and the rat next to Ron is not named Scabbers.

John has always known about this, but he can't run up to Ron and tell him, isn't this mouse called Scabbers?

"That mouse is hiding so hard now that he can't even leave the dormitory."

Originally, John wanted to check whether the Animagus had turned into a mouse, but unfortunately Scabbers didn't give him a chance.

John had no choice but to put this matter aside for now.

After eating the sausage on his fork, John felt someone standing behind him.

He looked back and saw Professor Snape deliberately slowing down.

"Well, this matter needs to be resolved." With a curse, John called to Professor Snape.

"professor."

As if Snape was waiting for this sound, he stopped and turned around slowly.

John saw the look of expectation on that face. He wiped his mouth and said, "I know."

The conversation was mindless, and Snape had an unprecedented smile on his face.

He drawled, "Oh?"

John said the key word: "Full moon."

Snape said quietly: "Mr. Wick, you are a smart man."

Okay, just be smart now, right?

John wondered if Snape was secretly calling himself stupid.

After muttering something in his mind, he smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

One big and one small, like two cunning foxes.

Snape's pace of leaving became faster, which showed that he was in a happy mood.

The two were playing riddles, Daphne's beautiful eyes widened, confusion written on her face.

Heinrich ate calmly. He picked up the juice, then cautiously dipped some in it to drink.

Yeah, it smells like garlic essence.

He walked to the Gryffindor table without hesitation, and the twins who had failed in their prank ran away quickly when they saw that the situation was not going well.

Harry was in a good mood, and Lupine promised to teach him the Patronus Charm.

After this Christmas, he no longer has to be ridiculed by Malfoy and the others.

Say Malfoy, Draco is here.

The tables of the two houses were obviously separated by a Hufflepuff, but Draco Malford walked around just to make his presence felt to Harry.

"The dementors are coming—"

He pretended to be panicked, making Pansy and the others laugh.

Harry had a dark face, and Ron and Hermione, who had been having a cold war just now, immediately started to protect their cubs.

"Shut up, Malfoy!"

Ron was already in a bad mood. After being teased like this, he stood up immediately. Malfoy looked at him without any sign of weakness.

"Weasley, you should be glad this is the Great Hall."

In a naked threat, Malfoy whispered: "If you dare, fight with me."

Ron looked bad, and this was not the first time that he and Malfoy had quarreled.

Malfoy's strength has improved a lot. If he fights, he may not be able to win.

He didn't realize that Malfoy wouldn't scold him for his background now. Thanks to Percy being from the Star Club, otherwise he wouldn't be so civilized with his little mouth smeared with poisonous honey.

"I will duel you, Malfoy."

Harry would not watch his friend being humiliated, so he rushed out.

"That's enough, Malfoy, do you want to be imprisoned?"

Hermione stopped the two cubs from wanting to go out for a duel. She stared at Malfoy, unwilling to be outdone.

Points will be deducted every time a curse is cast, and Gryffindor is being ridden by Ravenclaw.

Malfoy shrugged and said sarcastically to Harry: "Oh, dear Potter, you always hide behind your friends."

After saying that, he made an expression like a crying baby, turned around and left with the others.

Ron was so angry that he punched the table with his fist, and Hermione comforted Harry, "He just dares to say that."

Harry muffled: "I know, thank you."

After what happened just now, the relationship between the three little ones has recovered.

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Time passed quickly. John clocked in at sunrise and sunset every day and cast spells.

The storm seemed to have no intention of coming, and John was a little depressed.

Usually I have to catch some dementors to practice.

Turn on the phantom body, turn off the brain, go out and come back, the poor dementor is missing.

Due to the intervention of Aurors, the Dementors are now almost confined to one place.

And the dementors often want to run away, so sometimes if there are a few, they just think that the dementors have escaped, and they can forget about finding them after searching.

They didn’t know that the reason why the Dementors wanted to escape was because Dementors often disappeared out of thin air.

Dementors are like encountering natural enemies and trying to run away but being stopped again.

It’s miserable in capital letters.

John didn't care about them. He became more and more skilled in soul surgery and stuffed the decomposed soul into the bottle.

On a shelf full of bottles filled with souls, more than a dozen dementors had been decomposed.

The ring is getting darker and darker. There is no need to lure the Dementors, just use the Soul-Eating Curse to pull them over.

"That's almost enough."

Looking at the white-light bottles on the shelf, John carefully put the things away.

With these soul fragments, it is enough to operate on Nagini.

Stretching out his left hand and pinching the unused box, John whispered: "Crush it."

The box was like a paper cup held by a big hand, and a strange force emerged from all sides to smash it into pieces.