The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Old Tom isn't the only one with a newspaper these days.

In order to give back to our customers, Old Tom generously subscribed to more than 20 copies of the "Daily Prophet" and posted them directly on the countertop of the Leaky Cauldron for guests to read.

Ever since, this directly led to a strange scene in the Leaky Cauldron Bar—dozens of hideous-looking strong men who were supposed to be drinking and eating meat in large bowls were all lying on the countertop, reading newspapers with great concentration, some with strange eyes. The very good person even put out a magnifying glass and muttered loudly. There are also a very small number of illiterates who are scratching their heads and begging for others to read it for them. It is so serious that people who don't know the truth thought it was an examination room for an OWL exam!

Of course, this scene only lasted for a short moment.

When everyone read the report in this issue of the "Daily Prophet", especially after seeing the W-shaped and sea monster-shaped shield magic marks blooming over the French Ministry of Magic, the entire Leaky Cauldron Bar immediately boiled!

"Ho—Long live the Ministry of Magic! Long live Lord Foley!"

"We won!"

"French Frog! Vulnerable!"

...

The loud sound made old Tom's eardrums hurt, but his face was filled with a smile of extreme happiness.

Because he knew that today's wine sales must hit a new high.

Of course, not everyone is so excited.

There are still many people in the huge bar with suspicion and confusion on their faces.

One of the young boys leaned over to Old Tom and asked tentatively:

"Boss Tom, if I remember correctly, the army of our Ministry of Magic seems to have just set off yesterday, right? Why did we directly announce the conquest of the French Ministry of Magic and Lionheart Street today? No matter how you think about it, this is not right!"

The smile on Old Tom's face stopped abruptly.

He turned his head, looked up and down the boy with a look of expectation and said:

"You shouldn't be from the country, are you?"

"Ah, yes. I'm Irish, and I've been learning alchemy from the leprechauns before. Recently, I heard that the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom of China has recruited soldiers and hurried over here, but I didn't expect that when I arrived, they already wanted people. "

The boy's words were a little hasty.

Because he noticed that many people around had already cast unkind glances at him.

But upon hearing this, a trace of disappointment flashed across Old Tom's face.

The arrest of spies last time brought him a lot of bonuses, and the Leaky Cauldron Bar relied on those bonuses to shorten the construction period to the extreme.

This time he thought he would meet another one, but he didn't expect that the boy in front of him was actually taught by the little leprechaun.

In this case, it is understandable that this young man has little knowledge.

After all, creatures like leprechauns have been living with Muggles for more than a hundred years, which basically means that this young man has been educated by Muggles all year round.

"Boy, there's a big difference between a wizarding war and a Muggle war.

"

Old Tom said while wiping his wine glass (this was supposed to be the job of a buddy, but unfortunately his buddy has already joined the army), "First of all, the number of wizards is small and the destructive power is great, and in the eyes of wizards, things like distance and space Things have never been an obstacle, and there is no problem with the supply, so the duration of the frontal war will naturally be shortened.

Of course, there is the most important point, that is, our opponent in this war is the French Ministry of Magic!

What kind of virtue is France, you should be clear, right? "

After saying that, Old Tom raised the rag in his hand and made a waving motion.

Seeing this, the entire Leaky Cauldron immediately burst into laughter.

Even the boy scratched his head in embarrassment.

This French Muggle meme is known to everyone even in the wizarding world.

But amidst the laughter, Old Tom suddenly became serious and said:

"But in the final analysis, our army is really too strong! This is all thanks to the leadership of Commissioner Link Foley! Commissioner Link Foley is definitely the greatest official I have ever seen! His ruling Ability, leadership, and planning abilities comparable to those of Urick Gump, who founded the Ministry of Magic of the United States! Not only that, but Commissioner Link Foley's personal strength is also the strongest among the Ministers of the Ministry of Magic in history.

Many of my friends who experienced the Battle of Hogwarts said that Dumbledore was defeated by two mysterious dark wizards, and it was only after the presence of Commissioner Link Foley that he managed to turn the tide!

bring it on! friends! Let's do a toast to Commissioner Link Foley! "

After Old Tom finished speaking, he suddenly raised the wine glass in his hand.

For a time, followers were like a cloud.

Among the wine glasses, the huge cheers almost penetrated the ceiling and went straight into the sky:

"Long live Commissioner Link Foley!"

...

Meanwhile, inside Hogwarts Castle.

The same cheers had long enveloped the entire castle.

Compared with people in other places, the joy of Hogwarts students is simpler.

They were purely happy for the Ministry of Magic, and also excited that Link could help them avenge them.

And the state shown by this kind of pure joy is naturally even crazier.

The excited shouts of this group of students were so terrifying that even the mermaids hiding in the black lake couldn't help but stick out of the water to find out.

But staring at the excited and happy students in front of him, Dumbledore sighed helplessly.

Standing beside Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall saw this, his tightly pursed lips were slightly relaxed, and he said impatiently:

"Dumbledore, I will send someone down to maintain order, and let these students go back to class!"

"Forget it, Minerva," Dumbledore shook his head. "In their current state, even if you lock them in the classroom, they won't be in the mood to study, so it's better to let them have fun." Happy. Anyway, they have endured for too long, it's time to relax."

Hearing that Professor McGonagall was obviously relieved, and then gave Dumbledore another look and said:

"Then who will you show your frowning look?"

"You don't understand, it's true that Link and the others successfully defeated the French Ministry of Magic, but this victory is actually not complete. Even, in my opinion, this is not a victory at all, because we launched this The real purpose of the war has not at all been accomplished."

"You mean... Voldemort?"

Professor McGonagall's complexion was a little pale, and Dumbledore sighed when he heard the words:

"In short, the war will continue, and the intensity will rise in a straight line. But these have nothing to do with the students. Let's hold a banquet at Hogwarts tonight. As I said, I have endured for so long, the students It’s time to relax, too.”

After that, Dumbledore turned and walked towards the opposite fireplace.

Along with his steps, the light gray robe on his body began to curl and deform, and finally turned into a pure white gorgeous robe with fine gold thread stitched on it.

"Albus, where are you going!?"

Professor McGonagall shouted anxiously behind him.

It can be heard that Dumbledore just waved his hands and said:

"Do what I have to do, and Hogwarts will be handed over to you for the time being, Minerva. I am very relieved that you do things!"

boom--

A dark green magical flame rose from the fireplace, engulfing Dumbledore and disappearing.

This made Professor McGonagall, who wanted to continue to say something, stunned.

Panting heavily, she said angrily after a long while:

"It's like this again! It's like this again! Call me all the jobs every time! I really don't know who is the headmaster of Hogwarts..."

Professor McGonagall was full of complaints.

If Dumbledore was still at the scene, he would probably be sprayed to death by Professor McGonagall.

But even if he is angry like this.

But after complaining, Professor McGonagall adjusted his mood and walked slowly towards the auditorium.

At least one thing Dumbledore was right about.

The students have endured for so long, and it is time to relax.

Of course, the so-called relaxation does not mean that they can play wildly like they are now. It is a good idea to hold a formal banquet and limit the revelry to a controllable range.

At best, the arrangement of the banquet is a bit troublesome.

But Dumbledore naturally didn't know these things.

In fact, while Professor McGonagall kept complaining, Dumbledore had already arrived at the teleportation hall of Foley Castle through the Floo network.

Not as Dumbledore expected.

The entire Forli Castle is not full of laughter like other places in the outside world.

The overall atmosphere here is more solemn than when he came here before.

This was evident simply by the house-elves who had come to greet him.

You must know that when he came last time, the house elf of the Foley family was extremely attentive. Before he could completely walk out of the fireplace, he had already cleaned off the dust on his body with a whirlwind, and at the same time made a guiding gesture gracefully. , leading him to the room where the master is, and looking at him with the moist eyes that a puppy looks at the master throughout the whole process.

But today, the house-elf named 'Little Button' was very cold.

He just barely completed the task of his own status as a waiter, and he didn't even say a word to Dumbledore during the whole process.

This is not a good sign.

Because the creatures like house elves are lower than any wizard in the social hierarchy set by wizards.

But in reality, they don't bow down to every wizard they meet.

To them, the master is everything.

In terms of etiquette for welcoming guests, they are more like a mirror of the host's emotions.

Only those whose masters valued them, the house-elves would give them good looks, even groveling.

But if it is the enemy of their master, or a little person who doesn't care.

Then their attitude will be so cold that it cannot be added.

And the attitude of the little button at the moment can obviously make Dumbledore aware that the owner of this castle is not very happy with the results achieved on the front line, and even doesn't welcome his arrival.

Sighing somewhat helplessly, Dumbledore followed Little Button with steps, passed through the small half of the castle, and finally arrived at the dim drawing room.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Foley, and Emily, I hope my arrival didn't disturb your rest."

Dumbledore spoke first.

Hearing this, Mrs. Foley and Emily, who were sitting on both sides of the fireplace and looking at the fire, turned their heads and looked over.

Emily behaved more politely, got up and saluted Dumbledore with a smile.

As for Mrs. Foley.

Dumbledore's arrival made the expression on his face even colder.

She nodded coldly, looked Dumbledore up and down first, and then said slowly:

"Professor Dumbledore, is there something important for you to come to the humble house?"

"I think you should have received news about the war in France, right? Link has captured almost 80% of the French magic world in just half a day. Such an achievement, already Let the whole country's magic world boil."

"I don't think there's anything to celebrate about that."

"Oh! My dear Mrs. Foley! You should go to Diagon Alley, the people there are going crazy with joy! I dare say that the joy of the people this time is second only to the fall of Voldemort more than ten years ago Time! That's quite an achievement!"

"No, you misunderstood me, Professor Dumbledore. As a mother, I feel that the most important achievement for my son should be to return home safely from the battlefield."

Dumbledore lowered his head, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

"It seems that you have already got the news, right?"

"If you mean Sky City's deterrence, then I do know about it. After all, you also know that Link, that kid, never hides anything from me."

As soon as Mrs. Foley said this, Dumbledore couldn't help curling his lips.

He had to admit that Link was indeed excellent.

This kind of excellence even surpassed the understanding of ordinary people, and thus reached a level that could be described by the adjective "rarely encountered in five hundred years".

But what Mrs. Foley said about things like "I won't hide it from my family" is still a bit too much.

What Link does outside is much wilder than Mrs. Foley imagined.

However, under Emily's constant eye hints, Dumbledore finally couldn't help but expose Link's desire, forced himself to nod and said:

"Yes, Link is indeed a good boy. No one can deny this. But since you already know about the deterrence of Sky City, I will say it directly. Considering the current situation, I sincerely suggest you Transfer to Hogwarts with Emily, it is definitely the safest place in the whole country and even the whole of Europe. It just so happens that Emily has not finished her studies this year, so you can..."

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, Mrs. Foley interrupted with a wave of her hand:

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I disagree with you."

Dumbledore froze for a moment and said:

"Oh? With all due respect, there is no doubt about the safety of Hogwarts. Although she was attacked not long ago, it was also in the face of the sneak attack of two legendary wizards. Such a terrifying Power, if it was not Hogwarts that was attacked but the Ministry of Magic, the casualties would have been even greater!"

"Yes, I know, but I stand by my point."

Mrs. Foley said with a smile.

Seeing this, Dumbledore wanted to refute, but before he could open his mouth, a surge of murderous aura enveloped him from all directions.

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