The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

It's not just old Tom who has a newspaper in his hand these days.

In order to give back to the vast number of customers, Old Tom generously subscribed more than 20 copies of the Daily Prophet this time, and posted them directly on the table of the Leaky Cauldron for the guests to read.

As a result, this directly led to a spectacle in the Leaky Cauldron Bar—dozens of sturdy men who were supposed to drink and eat meat in big bowls were all lying on the table and reading the newspapers with incomparable heart. The person who was too good also put out a magnifying glass and whispered in his mouth. There are also a very small number of illiterate people scratching their heads and begging others to help them read it out. Its seriousness is so deep that people who don't know the truth think that this is the test room of an OWL exam!

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

When everyone saw 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 immediately boiled!

"Roar - long live the Ministry of Magic! Long live Lord Foley!"

"We are victorious!"

"French frog! Vulnerable!"

……

The huge sound shook Old Tom's eardrums, but his face was filled with a very happy smile.

Because he knows that today's wine sales will definitely hit a new high again.

Of course, not everyone is so excited.

In a huge bar, there are still many people with suspicion and confusion on their faces.

One of the youngsters even got close to Old Tom and asked tentatively:

"Boss Tom, if I remember correctly, the army of the Ministry of Magic in our country 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, it's not right!"

The smile on Old Tom's face stopped abruptly.

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

"You should, aren't you from the country?"

"Ah, yes. I'm Irish, and I've been learning alchemy with the dwarfs. Recently, I heard that the Ministry of Magic was recruiting soldiers and rushed over here in a hurry, but I didn't expect them to be empty when I arrived. "

The young man spoke a little hasty.

Because he noticed that there were already many people around him who cast unkind glances at him.

On hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed on Old Tom's face.

The last time he caught the spies brought him a lot of bonuses, and this Leaky Cauldron Bar was able to reduce the construction period to the extreme by relying on those bonuses.

This time he thought he would meet another one again, but he didn't think that the young man in front of him was actually taught by a little dwarf.

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

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

"Young man, there's a big difference between a war between wizards and a Muggle war."

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

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

You should know what kind of virtue France is, right? "

Having said that, Old Tom also raised the rag in his hand and made a waving motion.

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

Even the boy scratched his head embarrassedly.

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

But amid the roar of laughter, Old Tom suddenly became serious and said:

"But in the final analysis, our troops are 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 The ability, leadership and planning abilities are comparable to those of Uric Gamp who founded the Ministry of Magic! Not only that, Commissioner Link Foley's personal strength is also the strongest among the Ministers of Magic in history.

Many of my friends who have experienced the Battle of Hogwarts have said that Dumbledore was attacked by two mysterious dark wizards in a row, and in the end, it was Commissioner Link Foley who came to the scene to turn the tide!

come on! friends! Let's toast Commissioner Link Foley! "

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

For a time, followers were like clouds.

There were many wine glasses, and the huge cheers almost penetrated the ceiling and shot 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 more pure.

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

And this pure joy, the state it shows, is naturally even more crazy.

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

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

Standing on Dumbledore's side, Professor McGonagall saw this, his tightly pursed lips slightly loosened, and he said impatiently:

"Dumbledore, I'll 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 let them have a good time. Happy. Anyway, they've endured for too long, it's time to relax."

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

"Then who are you showing that 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 not complete. Even, in my opinion, this is not a victory at all, because we launched this The true purpose of the war has not been accomplished at all."

"You mean... Voldemort?"

Professor McGonagall's face was pale, and Dumbledore sighed when he heard this:

"Anyway, the war will continue, and the intensity will skyrocket. But none of this has anything to do with the students. Let's throw a banquet at Hogwarts tonight. Like I said, for so long, students. It's time to relax."

Having said that, Dumbledore turned and walked towards the fireplace opposite.

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

"Albus, where are you going!?"

Professor McGonagall shouted anxiously behind him.

Hearing that, Dumbledore just waved his hand and said:

"Do what I have to do, and I'll leave Hogwarts to you for the time being, Minerva. I'm very relieved that you do things!"

Boom—

A dark green magic flame rose from the fireplace and disappeared with Dumbledore wrapped around it.

This made Professor McGonagall, who wanted to continue talking, stunned.

She was panting heavily, and after a while, she said angrily:

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

Professor McGonagall's complaints gushed out.

If Dumbledore was still there, he would probably have been sprayed to death by Professor McGonagall.

But even when angry.

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

At least one thing Dumbledore said was right.

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 like they are now. It is a good idea to hold a formal banquet and limit the carnival to a controllable range.

At best, the arrangement of the banquet was a little troublesome.

But of course Dumbledore didn't know these things.

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

It was different from what Dumbledore expected.

The entire Forlì Castle is not like the rest of the outside world, full of laughter and laughter.

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

This can only be seen in the house-elves who came to greet him.

You must know that when he came last time, the house elf of the Foley family was very attentive. Before he could fully walk out of the fireplace, he had already used a whirlwind to sweep away the dust on his body, and at the same time made an elegant guiding action. , led him to the room where the master was, and throughout the process always looked at him with the eyes of the puppy who looked at the master.

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

He just fulfilled his mission as a servant at a minimum, and he didn't even say a word to Dumbledore during the whole process.

This is not a good sign.

Because the house elf creature is lower than any wizard in the social hierarchy set by the wizard.

But in fact, they don't bow down to every wizard they encounter.

For them, the master is everything.

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

Only the characters that their masters value, the house elves will give some good looks, even servile.

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

Then their attitude will be unbearably cold.

At the moment, Little Button's attitude clearly made Dumbledore realize that the owner of this castle was not too happy because of the results achieved by the front line, and even did not welcome his arrival.

With a helpless sigh, Dumbledore stepped behind Little Button, passed half of the castle, and finally reached the dimly lit parlor.

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

Dumbledore spoke first.

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

Emily behaved more politely, standing up and saluting Dumbledore with a smile.

As for Mrs. Foley.

The arrival of Dumbledore made the expression on his face even colder.

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

"Professor Dumbledore, is there something important you are here for?"

"I think you should have received news about the war in France, right? Link took only half a day to capture almost 80% of the French magic world. Such an achievement has already It made the entire magic world of the country boil."

"I don't think it's anything to celebrate."

"Oh! My dear Mrs. Foley! You should go and see Diagon Alley, the people are going crazy! I dare say that this time the people are less happy than the fall of Voldemort more than ten years ago. Time! That's quite a great achievement!"

"No, you misunderstood what I meant, Professor Dumbledore. As a mother, I think the best achievement my son should achieve is to return home safely from the battlefield."

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

"Looks like you already got the news, right?"

"If you mean the deterrence of Sky City, then I do know. After all, you also know, that child Link will never do anything without me."

As soon as Mrs. Foley said this, Dumbledore couldn't help but pouted.

He had to admit that Link was indeed excellent.

This kind of excellence even goes beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and has reached a level that can be completely described by the adjective 'once in five hundred years'.

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

What Link did outside~www.readwn.com~ was much wilder than Mrs. Beverly imagined.

However, under the constant hints of Emily's eyes, Dumbledore finally couldn't help revealing Link's desire, and forced himself to nod his head 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, which is definitely the safest place in the whole country and even in the whole of Europe. It just so happens that Emily has not finished her studies this year, so you can…”

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

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I don't agree with your statement."

Dumbledore was stunned 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 a sneak attack by two legendary wizards. Such a terrible Power, if it was not Hogwarts but the Ministry of Magic that was attacked at that time, I am afraid the casualties would be even greater!"

"Yes, I know, but I still stand by my point of view."

Mrs. Foley said with a smile.

Seeing this, Dumbledore wanted to refute, but before he could speak, a surging murderous aura enveloped him from all directions.

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