Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Somewhere in London. Connelly Fudge's study.

The atmosphere became tense instantly with the arrival of the red envelope.

Connelly glanced at his wife's uneasy look, and then at the red envelope in the woman's hand.

"Dumbledore... But why is it a yelling letter?" He felt more panic than Catherine.

You know, during this period of time, the Ministry of Magic has made a lot of small actions at Hogwarts, and there are also previous secret agreements with goblins, or house elf spies from the pure-blood family... Cornell Fudge even Not sure why Dumbledore was furious.

But Catherine Fudge obviously didn't think too much, she put the envelope directly into Connelly's hand and urged anxiously.

"Open it up," Catherine said nervously, "It's only a few minutes..."

The four corners of the envelope have begun to smoke. If you do not open the envelope before it spontaneously ignites, the roar letter will increase several times.

"London, Cornelius Fudge-Dumbledore" The handwriting in emerald green ink looks murderous.

Cornelius Fudge stretched out a trembling hand, took the letter from his wife with a nervous expression, and quickly tore it open.

As if there was an explosion, the huge noise instantly filled the study room, all the furnishings, books, and chandeliers in the room vibrated, the dust on the ceiling was rustling and the earthquake fell, and the Fudge and his wife who greeted the roaring in front of them were like being caught. The ten-meter huge wave has been photographed.

"Cornelli Oswald Fudge! How dare you do such a terrible thing!"

"The legal world has finally ushered in precious peace. You, a lusty, arrogant and proud fellow, secretly united with the European magic world to encircle the werewolves on a large scale for your own benefit. You want to force the werewolves to completely fall to the dark forces and start the magic war again. ?!"

This was the first time Connelly heard Dumbledore's roar, which was hundreds of times louder than usual.

Everything in the study was trembling, the echoes around him were deafening, and Cornelius Fudge felt that his ear drums were about to be smashed.

Yelling Xin jumped up violently, approached the face of the poor Minister of Magic who was trying to avoid, and continued to growl fiercely.

"... Werewolves can't gather together for no reason and wait for you to catch it. The dark forces may have come back. You don't have to go to the Armenian Forest. I and the International Wizarding Federation will take over the follow-up matters. We haven't committed the big deal yet. Wrong, let the Aurors come back for alert immediately, this is most likely a trap set by the dark forces! If you intend to continue to wage war on your own will, don’t say I didn’t warn you beforehand!"

The roaring stopped, and the ears were still humming.

The red envelope spontaneously burned and curled into a small pile of ashes in the raging fire.

The Fudge and his wife were stunned in the study room, as if they had just been washed away by the ocean tide tens of meters high. There was a rustle of wind blowing in from the unclosed windows, blowing the curtains and the pages of the book. The buzzing in the study gradually disappeared and returned to normal.

Catherine Fudge walked to the window, closed the window, turned her back to her husband, and seemed a little at a loss.

"Well, so is this what you were busy with before? But Connelly, no matter what you become, I—"

"Wait a minute, my mind is a bit messy now."

Cornelius Fudge rubbed his eyebrows, trying to relieve himself from the tsunami-like roar.

What Armenian forests, encirclement and suppression of werewolves, dark forces, waging wars... These things were separated into individual words, Cornelius Fudge was still understandable, but when they came together and appeared in his ears and turned into questioning, he I can't figure it out at all.

"Catherine, you know me. My greatest wish is world peace. I, I don't know--"

Connelly pointed to the roaring letter ashes, stood up nervously, and took his top hat from the hanger.

"However, in any case, it must have been a serious matter-I have to go to the ministry. Dumbledore must have made a mistake, but if someone is really starting a war or creating chaos, then this time The enemy must be quite cunning. This is a trap, a terrible trap. The Aurors are still staying quietly in their homes, and I have never discussed privately with other magic governments to encircle werewolves..."

Cornelius Fudge defended in a panic, and before he could finish speaking, he fell into a warm embrace again.

"I believe you, Mr. Minister. The situation is urgent, so you can go to the Ministry of Magic to see—"

Catherine gently hugged her husband, then quickly loosened her arms and helped him tidy up his collar and shirt, "Promise me, be careful not to behave, don't you often say that Dumbledore is a little confused? This accident may be your biggest test and opportunity."

"Don't worry, I should be back soon. Just figure out what happened and how the rumors came about—"

Cornelius Fudge glanced at his wife, picked up his wand from the desk and inserted it into his pocket, and walked quickly toward the living room fireplace.

Needless to say, Dumbledore was really confused this time.

The questioning content in those yelling letters didn't touch him at all. This kind of non-existent thing is too easy to pierce, and by then Connelly wanted to see how Albus Dumbledore would explain and apologize to him for this inexplicable yelling letter.

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Main Hall of the Ministry of Magic, London, England.

The light here is much dimmer than during the day, and most of the fireplaces inlaid in the walls did not light a fire.

When Cornelius Fudge arrived in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, everything was as peaceful as ever, and there was no sign of the dark forces invading.

On the dark ceiling of peacock blue, the golden symbols that detect various abnormal magic conditions are still moving and changing faithfully.

In the main hall, only the endless sound of water from the golden fountain, a series of kind water jets sprayed from the tip of the wizard’s wand, from the arrow of the horseman, from the tip of the fairy’s hat, and from the two ears of the house elves. In the nearby pool.

"Mr. Minister, it seems that you have also got the news? What happened?"

At this moment, Cornelius Fudge heard a hoarse, but capable and stubby voice.

Connelly turned his head and saw Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Command, stepping out of the fireplace flame on the right. His dark brown hair and thick eyebrows were mixed with gray strands, and his brows were tightly frowned. Together, the whole person looks very serious.

"You mean... Dumbledore's letter? He mailed it to you too?"

"Well, werewolves encircled and suppressed, Armenian forests, guard against the dark forces, restrained actions..."

Rufus Scrimgeour nodded, and listed several short words in one breath, briefly describing what he knew.

Although he didn't elaborate too much, from the expression of Tie Qing, the director of the Auror with the title of "Old Lion", Connelly guessed that the other party was probably just scolded by a roaring letter, and the scolding was over. After that, he was very aggrieved and at a loss.

"Huh, me too, it seems that Dumbledore is really confused."

Cornelius Fudge shook his head, glanced at a peaceful and quiet golden fountain, and sighed softly.

"Speaking of it, I don't know who is so powerful, who can actually play Dumbledore around. The werewolf legion fights back? The multinational magic world secretly encircles and suppresses the werewolves? The dark forces are trying to provoke a magical war? All these things are heard and known. Is it fake? If we really call the Auror urgently as he said, or even rush to contact other magic governments to confirm, then it will be a real joke—"

"Uh, actually—"

Scrimgeour's expression was a little subtle, and he looked at Cornelius Fudge with a relaxed expression.

Before he could interrupt Cornelius Fudge, the fireplaces embedded in the walls of the Department of Magic were lit up.

Among dozens of green flames, one wizard after another quickly walked out, and in the empty hall not far away, a series of phantom moving sounds also sounded at the same time. In less than five minutes, at least More than 30 Ministry of Magic Aurors arrived in the foyer one after another.

"Well, Albus Dumbledore is... crazy?" Connelly Fudge twitched his eyes.

Just as Fudge began to imagine the pile of roaring letters on Dumbledore's desk, a small cough suddenly came in his ear.

"Ah, I notified them—I issued an Auror operation order for urgent call."

Rufus Scrimgeour said that he looked at Connelly with a stern expression, and did not wait for the other party to ask questions.

"Except for the fact that the British Ministry of Magic did not participate here, at least half of what Dumbledore said in the letter is true: On certain occasions that we don't know, most of the Aurors in the European magic world have secretly united. , Launched a collaboration beyond imagination."

"And their goal, yes, is to encircle the werewolves-it is said that hundreds of werewolves are gathering secretly in that forest at this time."

"Secret assembly? Hundreds of werewolves?!" Cornelius Fudge was stunned for half a second, "What are they going to do?"

"I don't know. But there is a high probability, isn't it?"

Rufus Scrimgeour shook his head, his face looked a bit bad, and he stared at Cornelius Fudge and said.

"A few months ago, we took the lead in carrying out several raids against the werewolf community here, and wiped out the werewolf gathering points in the British magical world in a short time. This undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on the werewolves-they see I plan to unite together and try to fight back and resist."

"So...their target is likely to be us?"

Cornelius Fudge said softly thoughtfully, and his smile instantly narrowed.

"From the information I have received, this is at least one of the reasons." Rufus Scrimgeour said in a deep voice, "Hate, threats, the hope of living and the desire for freedom... I said before, no A raid on the werewolf community for any reason may be able to arrest some dangerous werewolf criminals, but at the same time it will also push some neutral and harmless werewolves from the good to the dark side—"

"There is no'harmless' werewolf in this world! We discussed this before."

Cornelius Fudge raised his hand, interrupted Scrimgeour impatiently, and muttered to himself somewhat confused.

"But... why do other magical governments secretly surround and suppress the werewolves, and... what exactly does Dumbledore want to do?"

"Obviously, this is a remarkable feat. I heard that many of them bet on work for this."

Rufus Scrimgeour sneered, "Today happens to be the night of the full moon. They can pinpoint who the werewolves are and arrest hundreds of werewolves at once. You know, our previous'werewolf operation' was in There are many voices in the magic world. If they can take this opportunity to clean up most of the werewolves in Europe, it would be no less than a major event that defeated the goblin rebellion, and Dumbledore’s side..."

"I see, he still wants to protect the werewolf—"

A glimmer of light flashed in Cornel Fudge's mind.

Different from the British magical world, Dumbledore's identity in the eyes of other European magical governments is more the chief of the International Federation of Wizards.

Because of this, if this "encirclement and suppression" was initiated by the British Ministry of Magic, then Dumbledore's position would be embarrassing after he arrived.

"Well, I think so too-Dumbledore had a lot of dissatisfaction with the last action..."

Rufus Scrimgeour nodded in agreement, "If I am not mistaken, the wizard of the International Wizarding Federation will arrive at the scene with the other Aurors around dawn, and according to Dumbledore's character, he will definitely do his best. It may be possible to ensure that the'innocent' werewolves are not arrested."

"So... those werewolves who gathered in the jungles of Armenia and conspired to avenge the British Ministry of Magic, most of them will be directly released?"

"The reason for the werewolf rally is just speculation. Compared to that, I care more about the second thing Dumbledore mentioned..."

Scrimgeour frowned slightly and looked around at the Aurors who had gathered around the two awaiting orders, "I have a feeling of anxiety, as if an invisible force is hiding in the shadows waiting for an opportunity. The werewolf's side is very likely. It's a trap, so I called most of the Aurors urgently, lest there be a dark wizard to take advantage of it. As for Dumbledore in Armenia, don't worry too much..."

"Really? But I think the opposite is true."

Cornelius Fudge thought for two seconds, shook his head, and said.

"Dumbledore's information is obviously not comprehensive at the Ministry of Magic. He even thought that we were also in the ranks of'encircle and suppress the werewolves.'"

"This is not surprising. After all, this was initiated by the British Ministry of Magic. The purpose of his hastily sending the letter was more of wanting us to'retire' from the Armenian forest, rather than reminding us of any dark wizards. To be honest, even if the dark forces really make a comeback, there is no reason to raid the Ministry of Magic in the middle of the night—except for cumbersome documents, the Ministry has nothing worth stolen."

"However, Scrimgeour, your judgment of issuing an emergency call order is very correct..."

The Minister of Magic stroked his wand and looked at the Aurors around the hall.

"I've decided, Kingsley, you, Mr. Scrimgeour, and a few Aurors are stationed in the ministry~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Other Aurors will come with me. This is to clear away the threat of werewolves for thousands of years in the magical world. The British Ministry of Magic should not be absent—"

"As for the reason..."

Cornelius Fudge thought for a few seconds, then turned his head and looked around.

"Auror, or the Ministry of Magic recently, are there any incidents related to Armenia and werewolves?"

"Gidro Lockhart, he was interviewed in Armenia a few days ago—"

After a short silence, a young witch with pink hair raised her hand carefully.

"In the interview, he claimed that the book "Wandering with the Werewolves" was actually based on an old Armenian wizard. At that time, we wanted to summon him to try'malicious spellcasting', but he used a public interview at the scene of the crime. The reason is temporarily postponed..."

"Very good, that's it! This reason is too appropriate!"

Connelly Fudge was overjoyed and nodded quite satisfied.

Werewolves, suspects, Armenia, and Hogwarts are involved, which is perfect.

As for why they dispatched so many Aurors, and why they participated in the werewolf siege after they arrived in Armenia, Dumbledore’s roaring letter gave Cornelius Fudge a reminder: This is the secret operation initiated by the British Ministry of Magic. .

"What's your name?"

"Tonks, Nifadora Tonks."

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