From Azkaban To Hogwarts

To be honest, William actually had no intention of targeting Fudge at all.

It was true that he and Fudge had a slight conflict about entering Azkaban, but it was not necessary to cause a lot of trouble for Fudge and bring Dumbledore to the door.

In fact, he was not familiar with that Umbridge. If the other party hadn't ordered Rita to sneak into his office, he would have been too lazy to care about the Ministry of Magic's affairs. His own curse, the upcoming resurrection of the Dark Lord and other major issues have not yet been resolved, so how can he have time to care about the struggle of the Ministry of Magic?

But the thing is so strange - Lucius holds a Horcrux in his hand, and there is a Horcrux in Bella's vault at home. As the most hidden Death Eater, Umbridge should have a Horcrux both emotionally and logically. Leave it there!

Never mind that this thing not only has no effect, but also kills the user if used. In terms of trust alone, Umbridge needs to get one.

If something happens to Umbridge, then of course there are Aurors and anti-copycats, and their professional abilities are still worthy of trust - then, if Fudge's office does not have it, the last speculative Horcrux can only be found elsewhere. .

William looked at the door of Fudge's office while thinking about his inference.

To do this job is really a level that could pass through Azkaban. He laughed at himself, and without making room for Dumbledore, he summoned a wisp of fire from the void with his finger and burned it directly towards the magical protection of Fudge's office.

Now that I'm in a hurry, I don't have time to take my time. Besides, since I'm going to blame the Death Eaters, I naturally have to use some real black magic.

However, the release of this magic was a bit overkill - even though it was the office of the Minister of Magic, the shallow protective magic above was completely swallowed up by the fierce fire almost in the moment of meeting.

There is no way - there are Auror offices and striker offices around, so even the minister's office only does the most basic protection work, and more is placed on the alarm, but what is the use of the alarm now...

"boom!"

William flew up with a kick, and the door, whose protection was completely destroyed, slammed inward, and there was another crisp sound when it hit the wall.

"The Aurors will start to come back one after another in three minutes at most. I hope the protection will not be too strong, otherwise I may destroy one more office."

William whispered, but the fierce fire had already been released, but it was surrounded by magic to prevent it from spreading too seriously.

He was a little anxious at the moment - Dumbledore was a little out of his mind at the moment, and he didn't look professional at all in rummaging through items, which completely failed him in his reputation as the number one wizard.

'Really, Gringotts' invasion was in vain...'

William cursed inwardly, waving the wand in his hand quickly, and the useless things were roughly knocked over to the ground. The drawer was pulled out by itself as he waved the wand, and then it was lifted up, and the contents inside were poured out little by little, making sure that there were no After using it, it was simply ignored.

Dumbledore, who was rummaging extremely politely, was stunned for a moment, and in a strange sense of dissonance, he imitated William's rough rummaging, and even went a step further - his wand could Bring up multiple drawers and cabinets to keep more stuff on the floor.

'Thank God...even though the Ministry of Magic was told to step up vigilance, Fudge's office still didn't do much to protect the items for easy access, otherwise they would have been destroyed in one fell swoop. ’

William was thinking as he quickly flipped through the cabinets, trying to identify the hidden compartments in the room.

"This way!"

He put down the drawer he was controlling and walked towards an oil painting that had already fallen asleep - most of the oil paintings in the magical world have intelligence spy functions and early warning functions. Over the years, there have been a lot of things to make them sleep. .

He waved his wand and found that the oil painting had not moved at all. He confirmed his idea, walked forward quickly, and then took off the oil painting with his hands wearing dragon leather gloves, revealing the cabinet behind it - with password and protection. , and very strong.

But it wasn't a big problem - William took out an empty pocket, put the box in and threw it to Dumbledore.

"That's probably it. Except for Umbridge's things, other things probably don't qualify..."

"We should go, sir."

William urged Dumbledore, and when Dumbledore activated the Apparition, he took out a large bag of powder from his pocket, sprinkled it on the ground, waved his wand, and ran away at the same time.

——

"What did you just use, Professor William?"

When Dumbledore and William appeared at the scheduled location at the same time, Dumbledore's expression seemed to soften a lot.

Although he was not worried that he would be blocked by Aurors or strikers, once his identity was revealed, the subsequent trouble would be really big.

"There are some things with traces of processing. You probably don't like the details. I can only say that they are the eggs of specially treated Florber caterpillars."

William happily explained that although there was no risk in this operation because of Dumbledore's presence, once discovered, the crime that could lead to Azkaban was indeed a bit exciting.

In order to calm himself down a bit, he took out a piece of melted chocolate from the lining of the wizard's robe, squinted his eyes and put it into his mouth.

'Very good...the flames will be extinguished, the infiltration will be investigated, and the fainted Auror will find the things left behind if he is not too useless...'

'The shoes were smuggled from the United States, as were the coins. Evidence such as possible fallen hair was offset by the potion in advance and cannot be traced...'

'It's still a bit careless. If you should leave some hair, it's not your own...otherwise the map is a bit deliberate...'

'No one has seen what our wands look like. Although the potion used for casting spells is configured by myself, it is a classic model without any changes. Even the crucible is an ordinary crucible, so there should be no loopholes...'

'The last Flobber caterpillar will hatch and explode quickly, and the magical slime will cover all locations, causing great damage to the scene...'

‘…’

'Very good, eighty points...'

William silently graded his behavior, while on the other side, Dumbledore looked at William suspiciously, but did not see his share of chocolate.

? ? ?

Dumbledore was not in a hurry to unpack the last box he took away at the moment - he was going to unpack it again when he returned to Hogwarts.

So, he now began to think about what exactly had gone against him - if he remembered correctly, their original intention was to find Tom's Horcrux and then completely destroy Tom's hope of resurrection?

But now, it's Gringotts first, and then the Ministry of Magic. If he hadn't been the headmaster at Hogwarts, I'm afraid Hogwarts would have had to be thoroughly searched, or in a seriously illegal way...

However, there was no need to use this to prove that the professor in front of him was a bad person. He believed in his own judgment.

‘But where is my chocolate? ’

Dumbledore continued to look at William with a smile.

"That's almost it. We have to change our location. Principal, it's best to make a false appearance of escaping - I used this false identity to secretly purchase the key to the smuggling door, but that's not necessary."

William, who had no idea what Dumbledore was thinking, spread his hands, "Find a suitable location, let's remove the disguise, and then we can return to school. If possible, I hope you can recommend me to investigate the Ministry of Magic today. riot."

“…”

——

"Bullshit, trash!"

"How do you want me to explain to the people?"

"Do you know what this phenomenon is?"

"Not even the United States Ministry of Magic is so shameful!"

Fudge shouted loudly, and no one who was being scolded below dared to say a word - although some people knew that the American side was called the Magic Congress, they still remained silent.

But Fudge wasn't as angry as he showed.

The person responsible for the defense was not Fudge, but the extremely prestigious Barty Crouch. This was very subtle and worthy of people's joy.

Furthermore, there were no casualties in this attack - this is good news and means that there can be something positive to describe, making the current Ministry of Magic look less useless.

The third and most important place - the things were taken away by Death Eaters.

If it were taken away by a political enemy, he might still be a little worried - but the Death Eaters are completely hostile, their words are not credible at all, and no matter what evidence they say, they will become pale and weak.

But his anger was not entirely false - those audacious Death Eaters actually dared to attack his Ministry of Magic!

The previous attack on Azkaban was enough to make people think they were daring, and now the invasion of Fudge's office made him even a little scared in his heart.

His minister is not in the office today. If he were, the Death Eaters would be able to behead and assassinate the Minister of Magic with almost no effort...

Thinking of this, the impact of the three happy events could not suppress the anger that emerged.

"simply--!"

Just when he was about to get angry, Fudge suddenly felt someone kicking him secretly.

‘What a bastard! ’

Just when he was about to turn around and get angry, he suddenly realized that the person standing behind him was his assistant.

Two more clicks, extremely slight.

Fudge was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that now was not the time to blame someone for taking the blame.

He must reward those who contributed during this riot, and he must thank the person who risked his life to preserve the evidence.

This is extremely necessary - after scolding him, he should also say words of care and comfort, so as to ensure that the current Ministry of Magic is generally of the same mind as him, instead of straying elsewhere.

Inwardly, he praised his assistant for prompt reminder, but Fudge suddenly changed his previous tone.

"Although there were no casualties in this emergency, we still want to praise and provide a certain amount of material rewards to those wizards who worked hard to protect the ministry during this incident."

"In addition, in this incident, the Aurors and strikers who came back to defend the Ministry of Magic in the shortest time, thank you for your hard work - you returned to the Ministry of Magic as quickly as possible, and bravely rushed through the trap. You are good Such!"

…

After a eloquent speech, the chaos in the department finally subsided, and daily work began to gradually resume.

As for Fudge, after thinking about how to reward his assistant, he returned to his office with unfinished anger.

The floor had been carefully swept, but everything seemed empty - the documents that had been dragged on the floor were now covered in sticky mucus when the caterpillars exploded.

Although they could be restored to their original state after a series of remedial measures, Fudge could not control the images of that scene tumbling in his mind. Flobber caterpillar slime nearly covered his entire office!

That was really disgusting - he was feeling queasy now.

‘I don’t know what kind of report the Daily Prophet can make. ’

'Damn those Death Eaters, those guys! ’

He roared in the office, and roared again, to express his suppressed anger.

‘It just happened that before the election, before the election, I was made to embarrass such a big person! ’

'No, I'm asking Dumbledore to see if he can do anything...'

After being angry for a long time, he finally leaned on the chair and shook his head feebly.

'Let's see what Dumbledore says...'

——

"Professor William and the principal want you to go to the office."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"I don't know either."

William had no choice but to think about what Professor McGonagall was going to do, while thinking about whether there would be any loopholes in his not-so-smart method.

But ten minutes later, William, who was a little distracted when walking, left Professor McGonagall's office with an awkward smile.

‘Students these days…next time, add the gender of the principal! ’

He re-entered Dumbledore's office and saw the letter Dumbledore had taken out.

"No? Are you kidding..."

William's mouth opened wide - special investigation? He really got it right...

It's just that this matter is really a bit subtle...

It is too strange to investigate the case that you have committed by yourself...

But you can't refuse - after happily receiving a subsidy, William officially became an investigator.

——

"Answered."

Fudge nervously opened Dumbledore's letter - he was afraid of being stabbed in the back by Dumbledore at this moment.

Judging from himself and others, he felt that it was slightly possible.

But this is the case now, if Dumbledore says that he is too old-fashioned and refuses to help or even directly accuses him, things will get very bad.

But Dumbledore is actually willing to donate his hands, so come on.

"Minister, you haven't understood the information yet!"

"You don't understand," Fudge shook his index finger and happily explained to his assistant - although the assistant probably understood and was just asking questions intentionally, he was still very happy to talk.

"It doesn't matter if Dumbledore sends a Divination professor - we have no shortage of experts, and that person will be a plus."

"The important thing is that Dumbledore is still supporting me, isn't he?"

He smiled brightly.