Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Fudge thought everything was over, but in fact, it was just the beginning.

The letter Wayne had just written was to Mrs. Greengrass, asking her to mobilize the Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly to criticize Fudge in the newspapers and hit his already low reputation.

Although Wayne and Fudge had nothing unpleasant going on now, given Fudge's temperament, the two would definitely clash in the end.

Then it would be fine for him to take the lead in making arrangements and get some benefits in return.

Wayne did not expect this incident to directly drive Fudge out of office, which was simply unrealistic.

He just wanted Fudge to realize the power in Mrs. Greengrass's hands and use it to arrange some people.

Besides, even if he did not take action, other young wizards and their families behind them would be enough to cause a lot of trouble to the Ministry of Magic.

Well, especially this group of students who had experienced many complaints and had mastered skilled skills.

This time, Wayne did not even need to organize them, they had already started to write letters to their families and the Ministry of Magic on their own initiative.

But after all, he is a young man, so it is inevitable that there are some omissions, and he needs his help to make up for it.

....

Wayne was guarding the side of the owl shed, imparting experience to the young wizards.

"Usually, letters sent to the Minister of Magic have to go through a review, and the Howler Letter will not be sent directly to the Minister's office."

"Before that, experienced Aurors can burn the Howler Letter without making a sound."

"What should I do?" Many young wizards looked at the red envelope in their hands and began to worry.

They spent a lot of energy writing this complaint letter. Some of the words in it were usually not dared to be said, but this time they wrote them all in the letter for fun.

"I invented a trap spell that can effectively prevent this from happening." Wayne waved his wand, and a spell appeared in the air.

"As long as someone tries to destroy the Howler, the trap will be triggered. Not only will the Howler not become ineffective, but it will explode immediately, and the sound will be ten times louder."

Originally, writing letters was just to vent anger, but now they can learn a new spell, so the students immediately became interested.

Many people who didn't use the Howler also borrowed envelopes from people around them, ready to try it themselves.

Snape, who happened to be here to send a purchase order to Diagon Alley, witnessed this scene, and his eyes twitched wildly.

He could already imagine what the Ministry of Magic would look like tomorrow.

But this couldn't be blamed on anyone else.

If you want to blame someone, blame them for provoking Lawrence.

Snape tried to reduce his presence, and ran away after sending the letter.

.......

On Monday, Umbridge came to work at the Ministry of Magic as usual.

As Fudge's confidant and a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, she could use the special elevator to go directly to the basement level, but Umbridge rarely did so.

She would come to the Ministry when there were the most people, and thenSqueezing into the ordinary elevator with the employees of the Ministry of Magic.

This not only reflects her people-friendly side, but also allows her to hear the respectful addresses of ordinary employees to her, which greatly satisfies Umbridge's vanity.

It was the same today.

When she sat in her seat, brewed a cup of strong coffee, and prepared to read today's "Daily Prophet", a huge roar came from next door.

"Incompetent Ministry of Magic! Since you can't restrain the Dementors, why let them leave Azkaban!"

"A bunch of Aurors and Ministers who are lining their own pockets and eating dry food, Fudge, you should step down as soon as possible!"

"F***, S***! Son of the Beach!"

Umbridge's ears buzzed, and she couldn't hear what was cursed behind, because there were new voices coming, one wave higher than the other, and the ceiling was shaking with it.

Even the Auror office downstairs and the employees of the Law Enforcement Department heard it.

Soon, a large group of people surrounded the letter receiving office of the logistics department.

Fudge's face turned green as if he had eaten a fly, and he shouted something loudly, but no one could hear it because they all cast an ear-clogging spell on themselves.

But the eardrums were still hurt by the vibration.

It took a full hour for the sound of these shouting letters to disappear.

The confused employees lifted the spell.

Fudge almost fainted.

There were hundreds of shouting letters, 60% of which were scolding him, and the remaining 40% were scolding him and the Ministry of Magic together.

It's not that he had never received so many complaints in the past, but it was the first time since he took office that it was so intense like today.

There were more ordinary letters on the ground, piled up into a small hill.

The more he looked, the more frightened he was.

It was not just ordinary wizards who complained about him, but also many pure-blood families who accused him and the Dementors, and their words were even more intense.

Fudge was so angry that he was shaking all over. He knew that his support rate was going to plummet again.

Once it fell below 20%, coupled with the impeachment of the Wizengamot, the Ministry of Magic could re-hold an election before his term was up. (Pure second setting)

To Fudge's despair, worse news followed.

Scrimgeour broke into the mail receiving room, holding a newspaper and a magazine in his hands.

"Minister, I think you should read this."

Fudge took it and stared.

"Game between big men?" Hundreds of students fell victim to the struggle between Dumbledore and the Minister of Magic

"The Ministry of Magic's control is declining - Reflections on the Dementor Riot"

Just reading the title, his heart stopped beating.

And when he finished reading the content, Fudge felt...

He shouldn't be in the Ministry of Magic now.

He should be in Azkaban!

"Minister, what should we do now?" Umbridge also became anxious.

She was able to get her current position by currying favor with Fudge.

If Fudge fell, she would not have a good ending either. She would definitely be purged by the new minister and sent to those empty-handed government offices with no bright future.

Fudge's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he blurted out a few words after a long while.

"Go to the sixth floor and find Greengrass!"

He was not a fool. The Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly dared to publish such articles. It was definitely not spontaneous. There must be someone behind the scenes.

And Mrs. Greengrass, who had just become the largest shareholder of these two authoritative magazines, was very suspicious.

It took a full hour for Fudge and Umbridge to come out of Mrs. Greengrass's office.

Fudge's face looked much better, but Umbridge's was even uglier.

She couldn't help asking, "Minister, are you really going to agree to her terms?"

"Yes, why not?" Fudge actually smiled: "She wants to run for the next minister, and there is no direct conflict of interest with me."

"As long as I help her arrange a few people, and then recommend her after I retire, I can let the two media speak for me in the future. Why shouldn't I agree to such a good thing?"

Umbridge was roaring in her heart.

I also want to be the next minister. If you want to help Greengrass, what should I do?

Fudge glanced at her, and seemed to have noticed some of Umbridge's little thoughts, and his smile gradually faded.

"Dolores, don't dream of things that don't belong to you."

"You are a qualified assistant, but you will never be the leader."

"Do you have the capital to compete with the Greengrass family?"

After saying that, regardless of what Umbridge thought, Fudge quickened his pace.

The trouble with the media was solved, but a large number of letters from students and their parents had not been dealt with yet. He had to calm down this storm as soon as possible.

.......

Hogwarts.

At noon, Dumbledore did not appear in the hall due to local discomfort.

This may be the most serious injury suffered by this great white wizard in this century.

Snape's mouth corners were harder to suppress than AK. God knows how much he wanted to laugh when Dumbledore asked him for potion.

Although he did not laugh out loud on the spot for the sake of his career, he laughed for five minutes after Dumbledore left, and he had no strength in the end.

In the afternoon, in the fifth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Professor Lupin, who had disappeared for three days, finally appeared. As soon as he came to the classroom, he noticed something was wrong.

The classroom was very quiet. The little wizards stared at him intently, their eyes full of scrutiny and curiosity.

Lupin looked down at his clothes.

Well, it was still as shabby as usual, but also very clean, nothing wrongAh.

"What happened to you?" Lupin couldn't help asking.

"Professor." Fred suddenly stood up: "Do you know what happened in the Quidditch match?"

"Well, although I wasn't there, I also know what happened. I went to see Harry this morning." Professor Lupin smiled: "He is in good condition now and should be able to leave the hospital tomorrow."

"Wayne said that you also mastered the Patronus Charm, is that true?"

Everyone's mind was more focused, and they all looked at Lupin expectantly, hoping to get a positive answer.

Lupin did not disappoint them: "Yes, I do know the Patronus Charm."

"Professor, can you teach us to release the Patronus?" George also stood up: "Dementors are really annoying. If they break in again next time, I want to teach them a lesson."

"Yes, I also want to have such a handsome Patronus like Wayne."

The classmates talked a lot and expressed their wishes one after another.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff took this class together. Many badgers got to see the Star-Forging Dragon King up close and still remember it.

Lupin took a lot of effort to get everyone quiet again.

"The Patronus Charm is a very advanced and difficult magic. You will only be exposed to it in the seventh grade, and you are not required to master it."

"You need to face the OWLs exam now, and you don't need this spell."

"But the Dementors are still outside the school." George said, "If the situation like Saturday happens again, we also need to protect ourselves..."

"Dumbledore is back." Lupin said seriously, "And didn't you notice that there are fewer Dementors around the school, and they have retreated a certain distance."

"Even if you really face the Dementors, don't you still have the brooch made by Wayne? That's a good thing."

"Too poor to afford it." Fred lied calmly, completely forgetting that he and George's Patronus brooches were all asked by Wayne for them, saying that it was this year's Christmas gift.

Suddenly, someone muttered, "Seventh grade? Are you sure you can teach until then?"

The students were silent, and so was Lupin.

This is a really hard-hitting question...

Even if there was no curse on Defense Against the Dark Arts, Lupin was planning to leave after teaching this semester, otherwise he would not have taught about werewolves as the last lesson.

The students thought about who would become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in two years, and their eyes turned to Lupin even more passionately.

"Professor." Cedric raised his hand politely, and after getting Lupin's approval, he said:

"I've seen suggestions about the OWLs exam. If you master magic beyond the tutorial, you should get extra points, right?"

"That's it.". "Lupin nodded hesitantly.

"Then the Patronus Charm is perfect, isn't it?" Cedric looked at him sincerely: "Please teach us."

Finally, unable to resist the pleas of so many people, Lupin agreed to consider it, but definitely not for this class.

Next, Lupin began teaching this class, teaching a very useful barrier spell, any creature with malicious intent approaching will trigger an alarm.

But everyone's mind was not on this at all. After a class, the most asked questions were about the Patronus Charm.

Professor, what is the shape of your Patronus, is it as big as Wayne, can you choose the type of Patronus yourself.

Lupin felt tired after hearing this.

Kill, pay attention to kill.

Take his Patronus to kill hundreds of Dementors' Patronus Compared to that, you guys think too highly of me, don't you?

In the next few days, almost every class of Lupin was a replay of today's scene.

The enthusiasm of the little wizards for the Patronus was beyond his imagination. Even though he repeatedly told everyone that not everyone could use such a powerful Patronus like Wayne's weird... cute student, it was useless.

What bothered him even more was that it was fine for senior students to want to learn, but why did those first-year students come to join in the fun.

Memorize the spells of the Levitation Charm and the Repulsion Charm first!

Lupin had no choice but to find Professor McGonagall and ask her to help him out.

"You should go to Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall said, "Since he is back, he should be the one to decide on these matters."

"By the way, the office password is spicy hot pot, which is difficult to pronounce. Remember not to pronounce it wrong. "

Professor McGonagall said that she had worked so hard for so long, and it was impossible for her to worry about Dumbledore's return.

........

In the principal's office, Lupin met Dumbledore.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Lupin asked curiously, looking at the old man's strange sitting posture.

"Ah, I changed my eating habits recently, and I am not used to it."

Dumbledore explained with a smile, and summoned a glass of honey water for Lupin.

"So Remus, what's the matter?"

Lupin stated the students' requirements.

After listening, Dumbledore nodded in appreciation: "It's a good thing that students want to learn more."

"But many people have not met the requirements for learning the Patronus Charm, which is a waste of time. "

Lupin said worriedly, he just didn't want everyone to spend a lot of time with high expectations, but in the end got nothing.

"What do you think about an open class or starting a club?" Dumbledore asked:

"Lockhart did a good job last semester, but unfortunately the professors don't have the energy to continue the duel club this year."

"You can use one or several classes to tell the children"The way to learn the Patronus Charm is to teach them. Even if they can't learn it now, they will have a chance in the future."

Lupin thought for a moment, this is a good idea.

"What do I need to prepare for the open class?" Lupin asked.

"Since it is a professor of Patronus." Dumbledore pondered for a moment: "I will help you get a Dementor."

"Thank you." Lupin said gratefully.

Just when Lupin was about to leave, Dumbledore smiled and called him.

"Since you are here, let's have a meal together."

As soon as the voice fell, two plates of red food appeared on the table.

A-choo!

"Sorry, what is this?" Lupin couldn't help sneezing just by smelling the pungent smell.

"Spicy chicken nuggets, very good, try it quickly. "Dumbledore invited Lupin enthusiastically.

After hesitating for two seconds, Lupin picked up the fork and slowly stabbed the chicken nuggets....