From Azkaban To Hogwarts - Vol 7 Chapter 526

“Can you not?”

Lupin looked at the flowers that had just been delivered, his face full of reluctance—today was the day Fudge was coming, and the professor who was in charge of the whole reception and protection had put on a brand new wizard robe, but those who had to stay Flowers in buttonholes…

“No, it’s a matter of etiquette, Professor Lupin.”

William handed over the flowers involuntarily, “You have to stand by the gate and greet those coming from the Ministry of Magic in the best possible way.”

“Except for the fifth grade students, the rest of the students have adjusted their classes. You have to think about their efforts!”

…

After a while of busy work, Lupin, who was driven by the ducks on the shelf, was driven to the gate with some reluctance to greet him. William also returned to his office with a smile to change his wizard robes. He didn’t have a fifth-grade class today. Need to look over there.

Although the fifth-year students all had a short delay in class, adjusting the timetable was the best solution. Not only did Hogwarts not charge tuition fees, but they did not even charge for meals. The Ministry of Magic smashed a bunch of Galleons on it. Yes, if the minister comes to visit, this time price will still have to be paid.

And to put it another way – including the fifth grade, not many students don’t want to take a break at this time, anyway, the cleaning at Hogwarts doesn’t use students…

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“It should be coming soon… Today’s game is actually against the Ministry of Magic…”

Adams looked into the distance and chatted with William about today’s Quidditch, “To be honest, I think today’s game should be a one-sided crush…”

“Don’t ask? Unless they bring in the professional team directly, or the staff of the Ministry of Magic—you don’t know what they were like when they were studying?”

Professor Taylor hurried over, and after listening to a few sentences, he interrupted without gasping for breath.

This comment caused a burst of laughter from the people around – after all, there is nothing wrong with this statement. The professors of the Ministry of Magic staff can tell you how to get in, not to mention the game skills. said.

Anyone with a bit of talent is basically pulled by those league clubs, and very few people enter the Ministry of Magic – and Hogwarts, even if it is a temporary school team, the selection is basically professional competition. Miaozi, many years of confrontation can be considered familiar to each other, why don’t you hang up and fight?

“I think, I have to tell the players who are officially off the court not to play too ugly, almost give a few points, and don’t make the game into a big score.”

Another professor interjected, causing everyone to nod their heads – the Snitch is 150 points, plus the basic points difference, if these players don’t keep their hands, it is too much to make a difference of more than 300 points…

Because the professors’ voices were too loud, Professor McGonagall turned his head and frowned. After confirming that everyone had calmed down, he turned his head and walked towards the Quidditch team.

That’s all for the visit. Fudge looked at buildings like the greenhouse at Hogwarts, watched a friendly game, gave a public speech, and communicated with Dumbledore for about half an hour. In the middle, reporters took pictures. A little photo is all it takes.

That’s all, things have been going well in the greenhouse, and there will be no trouble with students in terms of speeches, and Albus’s communication is not a problem – so the friendly match is the highlight, and the professors’ speeches are somewhat reasonable.

People are here to donate money, so don’t let people lose too ugly – this has to communicate with Mrs. Hooch, let her talk about the pre-match preparations, and don’t let the players of those make-up teams have a desire to win or lose. too exuberant.

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“You said, have you started yet?”

Taking advantage of the free time to practice spells, Dean asked his roommates around him.

“I don’t know, we couldn’t watch the first Quidditch match of the new school year…”

Seamus lamented that he was a huge Quidditch fan, but he didn’t have a fifth grade for today’s game…

The two of them plus Neville Ron Harry had just made a five-person dormitory, and now Harry went to the game, and the rest of the people were all listening to the class here.

“Ron, by the way, how was your stay at Professor William’s place yesterday?”

Seamus suddenly changed the subject as if thinking of something, and asked Ron who was on the side-since Ron was selected for the academy team, he liked to talk to Ron about Quidditch.

It wasn’t that he was trending – he didn’t like to talk about Quidditch with Ron when he was a prefect, simply because he always felt that Ron’s Quidditch was too poor to be considered a true fan.

There’s no way, Ron’s favorite Charlie Cannon team has always been at the bottom of the league. It belongs to the bad team among the bad teams. According to the Quidditch fans, the Charlie Cannon team is not even qualified to breathe. He has no words to ridicule. Ron doesn’t understand that even a little Quidditch is friendly…

“Ron?”

Seeing that Ron didn’t respond over there, Seamus shouted again, and Ron agreed as if he had recovered, “Well, my confinement is a little… troublesome…”

“Professor William’s confinement…”

Seamus shook his head, “Why do you think you’re holding Harry down because you feel harassed – this is the first time Professor Binns has made such a big fire…”

The harassment was an excuse he and Harry came up with to coax other people, but Ron didn’t have the energy to pay attention to it now. He had a restless class last night, and had a very amazing performance on some small curses.

So, he mustered up the courage to write a letter to his family, carefully describing the current situation and the difficulties he encountered, hoping to get some advice from his family.

So, he looked forward to his owl bringing back letters all the time, and he didn’t even care about Quidditch – according to Professor William, he had a rare talent there, and it was the first time he heard someone Use these words to describe yourself.

“It’s none of my business, please—it shouldn’t be Fred and George who were punished…” After realizing that he was stunned for a while, Ron deliberately mumbled a bit, trying to cover up his daze, “Who were they? Didn’t go!”

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“Ah!”

Fred sneezed and looked at George, who was also a little uncomfortable. “Professor McGonagall is talking about us again?”

“I clearly promised that I would never make trouble in this event… at most hit the opposite **** with a Bludger…”

George complained in his suit, “Anyway, that guy Ron is not here, how can we beat our teammates…”

“That is to say—although yesterday because of him, we were pulled by the professor to the office to ask what pranks were done on Professor Binns for a long time…”

The two of you are in harmony with each other, and they seem to be completely out of tune with the teammates around them. As twins, they have a tacit understanding far beyond the corresponding position players in other academies. Seven, seven, eight, eight replaced.

“I have to control it, it’s too much to not win…”

Mrs. Hooch’s words reappeared in her mind, and the two of them were a little listless – when the opponent is too weak, even the game is not so interesting.

“I’m coming!”

Mrs. Hooch reminded in a low voice!

A group of players hurriedly looked into the distance—Hagrid, as the most obvious sign, was already in sight. In theory, he should have come over at the door, which can only mean one thing, the Ministry of Magic’s presence.

“Get ready, remember what I said, don’t be too **** the guests…”

Madam Hooch asked for the last time.

“no problem!”

The players responded cheerfully.

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“Let’s fight that group of kids… can you pull out the wand?”

Taking advantage of Fudge’s conversation with Professor McGonagall, the selected Ministry of Magic staff whispered their views.

Everyone came out of Hogwarts, and their magical strength can still deceive themselves. Quidditch is a thing, if you say it can’t, it’s really not good, although the Ministry even prepared a brand new Nimbus 2003 for them. But this is a broom thing?

Everyone came here as a student, and they know how much they weigh—isn’t it a shame to let them play?

Why can’t we duel?

In a duel, they could even fight two students at the same time!

“What **** gave the minister such a **** opinion—that’s it, playing against the chosen varsity… Shame?”

“It’s just…”

“Shh—be quiet, at least our brooms are better than theirs, maybe we can win, we can’t equip so many new nuns in our school days!”

The interim captain reassured his own players, or tried to keep them from giving up before the game started.

Although our training time is long, our talent is not as good as the opposite, and our personnel coordination is a mess, but we have such a beautiful new broom! How can the poor students on the school team be so good – wait?

Did he see it wrong?

Must be wrong, right?

That thing – the interim captain rubbed his eyes, then looked at his teammates, hoping that they were well-informed and could tell him that it wasn’t true by identifying the big touch of broom level and production time at a glance.

“Firebolt!”

Hmm — sure enough, wait?

He felt a little stiff in his neck, and the people around him were stunned.

“Yes, it’s Firebolt.”

“That’s right, it’s definitely a Firebolt…”

The morale that was finally lifted – it’s over…

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“Let’s go to the classroom and take a look. The future of the magical world is still studying hard.”

Fudge showed a pretty perfect smile and let the reporter walk towards the castle under the leadership of Professor McGonagall while filming.

“Don’t disturb their studies, I just look at the back window.”

With a kind smile, he instructed reporters and the accompanying Ministry of Magic officials, and then led by Professor McGonagall to take a few pictures of students studying at the back door of the classroom.

Then, the group began to detour towards the stadium, and the rest of the students and competitors had already arrived at the stadium, waiting for their group to pass.

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“They are very brave and dare to fight…”

Fudge struggled to keep the expression on his face intact – he wasn’t a professional Quidditch player, but he wasn’t blind either!

No, the brooms purchased in a unified way, the other party released a lot of water, and then they still lost so badly?

Everyone is deliberately leaking prevention! You didn’t even aim at the door!

As for the Seeker – well, he has to admit, the Seeker is just fine, at least he doesn’t get caught on the ground by all kinds of fakes, and he doesn’t have a very obvious Snitch who shows up and can’t find it.

After all, the opponent has a Firebolt and is very powerful—because of the Quidditch fanaticism in the magic world, Fudge has made a special trip to make up a lot of lessons on this.

Fortunately, the score is still considerable – although the players played extremely fake, but the score was tight, and that was enough.

When Fudge couldn’t hold it, Harry, the Seeker, finally ended this nightmare and took down the Golden Snitch in one fell swoop.

This made Fudge extra happy when he handed out the award – none of the Quidditch World Cup matches he played in made him so uncomfortable.

‘Almost over…’

He was a little emotional – the next step is to talk to Dumbledore about the magical world as a routine, and ask for some advice in the past.

He has done this kind of thing many times, and he is familiar with it.

‘Let’s end this visit like this – the score is not bad… It’s not a foreign war, it’s harmless…’

With this thought in mind, he walked towards Dumbledore’s office.

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“He’s coming back?”

Fudge’s eyes widened—five minutes, no, two minutes ago he couldn’t believe he’d gotten such an answer from Dumbledore’s side.

“You’re kidding, Dumbledore.”

He stammered, “You-Know-Who… is back? Nonsense. Stop kidding, Dumbledore…”

“Yes, he should be back.”

Dumbledore repeated, “At least according to the available evidence, that’s it.”

Fudge looked at Dumbledore, completely unacceptable – he wished it was April Fool’s Day and Dumbledore said I was joking or something.

“What evidence?”

“Some investigations and speculations … made by Professor William, Voldemort should have been resurrected in the United States.”

“Impossible, absolutely impossible! The Auror didn’t report, and the striker—the United States?”

Fudge shouted, only to realize that something was wrong – America?

“That Professor William, how did he know? He—no, the mysterious man can’t come back, how can he come back? I want to see that Professor William!”

“I’ve already notified him to come over…”

Dumbledore looked at Fudge – he didn’t expect Fudge to react like this, he was a little misguided.

When Fudge refused to look at the speculation, William hurried over and figured out what was going on in a few words.

He immediately lay down beside Fudge’s ear and whispered two words.

“…You’re joking, Professor William.”

Fudge looked at William and shook his head, UU reading www.uukanshu. com shook his head desperately.

“I need a little time, Dumbledore…give me a little more time…I’ll notify someone to make a record…”

He was a little uncertain, and his face was full of hesitation.

Fudge left in a hurry, but the voice he had just heard still fluttered in his ears.

“It’s someone released by the Magical Congress of the United States…”

“In the event of a conflict, the wartime state cannot be re-elected, and Mr. Crouch will not be able to run for election…”

“Minister… War-winning Secretary Millison Barnold has been re-elected for ten years…”

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