Chapter 64： Law-abiding Dumbledore

"Albus, Professor Dumbledore, you know that I have always trusted you—without reservation."

In Dumbledore's office, the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was standing at Dumbledore's desk, constantly fiddling with the bowler hat in his hand. This scene is like a primary school student being called to the office by the head teacher.

However, there were still two people standing beside Fudge. One was tall, strong in appearance, with short gray-white hair and unsmiling. He was one of Fudge's bodyguards, the elite of the Ministry of Magic, the backbone of Rodelux, who graduated from Hogwarts. At the time, all N.E.W.Ts test scores were excellent. If it is said that Dawlish is a talent, then the other person brought by Fudge is very difficult to describe.

She was stocky, with short curly rat-brown hair wearing a big scary pink bow tiara, and to make matters worse, she was a middle-aged aunt wearing a pink sweater, which even if she was two years younger Ten is too young. Her flat face has rough skin, heavy eye bags, and a big mouth like a toad. She looks like a three-dimensional Disney princess on the run - the frog princess.

She was Fudge's confidant, Senior Deputy Minister of Magic, Dolores Umbridge. A woman who makes Professor McGonagall physically uncomfortable just looking at it.

Dumbledore is not alone. As the vice-principal of the school, Professor McGonagall is also obliged to be present when the Minister of Magic arrives. Of course, her presence also made the atmosphere less like a leadership lecture and more like a negotiation. Otherwise, one person is sitting behind the desk, and the other three are standing in front of the desk. Isn't that a famous scene: "The Three of Us"?

At this time, Umbridge took Fudge's words. She coughed twice and cleared her throat. Fudge stopped his nonsense and looked at Umbridge with a smile.

"The Ministry of Magic's attitude towards Hogwarts has always been to provide the most and the best help possible, but the Ministry of Magic also needs to serve the witchcraft in the wider UK. Recently, we have received news that Hogwarts Castle A three-headed dog and a troll appeared inside, and the lives and health of hundreds of students were seriously threatened. When the heat, we think this statement is absurd, a despicable slander without a sense of honor--"

"Then what are you doing here?" Professor McGonagall couldn't help but complain.

"Oh?" Umbridge looked shocked, as if she had heard some bizarre talk, "Process! Minerva, process! We are a serious and responsible organization, and the Minister and many Ministry of Magic officials work day and night. It is in the basic interests of the wider wizarding community - so if someone proposes this, then we need to respond. Minerva, you don't have to worry, it's just a 'regular check'..."

"So you are going to conduct a search of Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall heard her meaning.

"In principle, it's like this, your reaction is a bit puzzling to me," Umbridge gave a sweet smile, "We have a saying around here: if people don't know what you are doing, they Know what you've done wrong. To be honest, the Ministry of Magic never knew what Hogwarts was doing..."

Then, regardless of Professor McGonagall's ugly face, she turned directly to Fudge.

Fudge showed a fake expression of regret, and then without hesitation took out a search warrant and started the search of Hogwarts. They headed straight for Hagrid's hut. After all, Hagrid has a criminal record! When he was in school, he raised the extremely dangerous eight-eyed giant spider, which caused the death of a student. After being expelled, it is said that he is still dead and has strange feelings for all kinds of magical animals.

Then who should we check if we don't check him? If there was a real problem with him, the Ministry of Magic could use this as an excuse to send an officer in to oversee the Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts issue.

A few people entered Hagrid's hut, but to Fudge's disappointment, there was nothing unusual here, it looked like an ordinary hunter's hut.

"Why are there so many brandy bottles and dead chickens?" Delix looked curiously at the crammed brandy bottles in the cabinet and the dead chickens hanging from the ceiling in the kitchen.

Hagrid said honestly, "I heard that chicken blood brandy can replenish the body, so I made some."

Dawlish looked at Hagrid's majestic body and couldn't help but be speechless: Do you still need to make up your body?

But he suddenly realized something, he leaned over and coughed twice, "Well, to mend your body, do you mean—that kind of mending?"

Hagrid was a little confused, but nodded.

Delix thought for a while, and took a bottle of chicken blood brandy from the kitchen, "Then can I take a bottle?" He asked expectantly, and Hagrid naturally had no reason to stop him.

Delix happily hugged his brandy bottle and left the hut. Fudge frowned, feeling that things were not so simple, and then he also took a bottle - it is said that it can make up the body, so try it! Good for another batch.

However, this matter cannot be covered by two bottles of brandy When he got outside the house, Umbridge made another suggestion.

"I heard that Principal Dumbledore said to the students at the beginning of the school year, 'Those who do not want to suffer an accident and die in pain, please do not enter the corridor on the right on the fourth floor', I don't quite understand the meaning of this sentence - But in that case, is it convenient for us to go there and see? With a wizard like you around, we won't encounter accidents, right?"

In her opinion, the fourth floor corridor is very suspicious. If the three-headed dog is hidden there, then everything makes sense. Why do those who enter suffer an accident and die in pain? Of course, it's because you'll be eaten by three-headed dogs!

Umbridge suddenly regained her composure. She quickly moved her pair of short legs and ran to the fourth floor in one breath. As a bureaucrat who sits in the office all the year round, it is difficult for her to run all the way to the fourth floor. When they came to the fourth floor, everyone's breath was a little disordered.

Dumbledore calmly opened the wooden door for Fudge himself, only to reveal a dilapidated classroom, even the ceiling was somewhat rotten. Not to mention the three-headed dog, not even a drop of shit.

"This corridor is in disrepair and needs to be renovated, but the school's funds are tight, so it has been put on hold," Dumbledore said slowly, as if chatting. "For the sake of safety, I closed this corridor."

Fudge's face flushed instantly. In the past two years, the Ministry of Magic's funding for Hogwarts has indeed been reduced year by year, and even the grants to orphans and hemp students have been deducted...

Dawlish glanced at Dumbledore strangely, "A recovery spell can solve it." He took out his wand, "Recovery!"

As a result, there was no response, and even a piece of turning head fell off.

There was an embarrassment in the air.