The Druid Master of Hogwarts - Chapter 681

Unlike on Thursday night, there was a lot of people in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard burst out from the rows of gilded fireplaces on the left. And on the right, several people were lining up to leave in front of each fireplace.

And from time to time there was a screeching sound of “crack”, and wizards Apparated from the hall, or Apparated.

On the peacock blue ceiling, the dim symbols at night are exuding golden light at this time. These golden symbols are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

When Dumbledore and Fish appeared in the golden hall, everyone cast their gazes.

“Professor Dumbledore!”

“Fish, long time no see!”

Some of the wizards greeted the two enthusiastically, while the other cast a wary look at Dumbledore, but when they saw Fish, their expressions softened immediately.

“I finally know why you keep talking about him in my ear, the real Fishby is too cute in the newspaper!” A witch grabbed her companion’s arm and said excitedly: “I really want to hug him. hug him!”

“Humph~” Her companion raised her head proudly, “Although I haven’t hugged Fisch before, I have spoken to him, and he even healed my arm that was scratched by Tupa Mink!”

Her words instantly attracted envious glances around her.

With a cheerful smile on Dumbledore’s face, he politely greeted those around him while leading Fish to the front.

As he passed the fountain, Fish saw many gleaming silver siko and copper nut at the bottom of the pool… Busy marking territory around that night, Cat Cat didn’t notice the coins in the fountain.

As for when he and Professor McGonagall came to register Animagus earlier, Fish didn’t have the concept of “money” at all, and he was held by Professor McGonagall all the way in the form of a cat at that time, so there was no way at all. free time.

Today, after seeing these coins, Fish suddenly thought of “making money to support the family” that Professor McGonagall mentioned not long ago.

So the cat reached out and tugged on Dumbledore’s sleeve, pointed to the money in the fountain and asked, “Albus, isn’t anyone asking for this money? Fish can take it, meow?”

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“That won’t do.”

Dumbledore pointed to the side. In an inconspicuous place, there was a small stained sign that read:

[All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness]

Fishh glanced at the contents of the sign and pouted regretfully.

“Why do you suddenly want the money in it?” Dumbledore asked curiously.

From what he knew about Fish, Mao Mao probably didn’t care much about money, and he didn’t have much conception of money.

“Minerva said that after graduating, Fisch will find a job to earn money to support his family, but Fisch doesn’t want to work.”

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Reluctance was written all over the cat’s face.

“Cough cough… Well… actually it’s a good choice to stay at Hogwarts to be a professor,” Dumbledore took the opportunity to abduct him: “And only if you work in the school, you can still spend your summer vacation… Other occupations are There is no such benefit.”

“What the hell?! Minerva didn’t tell Fish about this!”

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The cat was taken aback, apparently only knowing this kind of thing…

Then he didn’t want to work anymore.

The two talked all the way, and came to the end of the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. At a table on the left, there was a sign that read “Security Check”, and directly below the sign sat a perforated bird blue robe with a very shaven beard. Clean wizard.

“Good morning, Eric.” Dumbledore smiled and nodded at him.

“Professor Dumbledore, long time no see, how have you been?”

The wizard stood up quickly, wiped his hands vigorously on his robe a few times, and then reached out and shook hands with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore withdrew his hand and smiled: “Thanks to you, I’m doing pretty well. I think you should also know that I’m here for trial today…” He pointed to Fish beside him, “This is me Witnesses invited.”

“I know him!” Eric beamed and shook hands with Mao Mao, “Fish has long been famous in the department! And seven years ago, when Professor McGonagall brought him to register for Animagos, I also received them!”

The cat blinked, tilted his head and recalled…

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“Oh… Feixu remembers you, meow!” Mao Mao pointed at his head, and said bluntly: “At that time, your hair was not as thin as it is now!”

Eric stroked his thinning hair, smiled dryly, then leaned forward and said to Dumbledore in a low voice, “Fudge is really getting worse now… Ministry is now There are already people in series, planning to find an opportunity to initiate a vote to oust him.”

Dumbledore shook his head gently, not wanting to express his opinion on this matter, he reminded: “Hurry up and check us, don’t let the people behind you wait too long.”

“Ah, yes…”

Eric quickly picked up a slender gold rod that looked like a car antenna, and used it to sweep Dumbledore and Fish’s chest and back from top to bottom.

After putting down the golden rod in his hand, he stretched out his palm to the two of them, “Please give me your wand.”

Dumbledore and Fish both handed over their wands. Eric placed them one after the other on a grotesque brass machine that looked like a single-pan balance.

After a slight vibration, the machine spat out two narrow pieces of parchment from a hole at the bottom.

“Twelve inches, the core of the stick is the hair of a cat and leopard. It has been used for almost five years. Is it right?” He first glanced at the note belonging to Fish and asked.

“Yes!” Fish replied.

Eric returned his wand to Fish, and poked the parchment on a small brass nail.

Then, he looked at another one.

“Fifteen inches, the core of the wand is Thestral’s tail hair, used for fifty-one years… older than me…” he muttered softly, returning the wand to Dumbledore.

The two put away their wands and came to the small hall where a bunch of elevators were placed again. There were not many people in the hall, but they basically walked up, so Dumbledore and Fish entered. In the elevator, there were only the two of them.

This time Dumbledore pressed the ninth button, and the elevator chain rattled, sending them down the floor.

“Department of Mysteries.” The woman’s voice sounded again, and the elevator’s fence door slid aside.

As soon as the door opened, Fish found Fudge waiting outside with a large group of Aurors, as he had been that night.

Dumbledore was startled for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled slightly, nodded towards Fudge, and said politely: “You don’t have to greet me so solemnly, Connelly, I know the way to the Wizengamore courtroom. .”

“I’m preventing you from infiltrating the Department of Mysteries!” he growled loudly, Fudge’s round face almost turning purple.

“So that’s how it is,” Dumbledore exaggeratedly realized: “Then you are really working hard, and you have to personally lead the team every time you dispatch Aurors.”

“Albus…”

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Fisch tugged at Dumbledore’s sleeve and said sincerely: “I don’t know why, Fisch thinks you look so bad just now.”

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