Chapter 180 Dumbledore, Do You Want to Rebel? (Subscribe)

Chapter 181 Dumbledore, do you want to rebel? (Subscribe)

Zhang Xiao said goodbye to everyone, walked out of the corner, squeezed out the worried little wizards who were discussing irrelevant conjectures, and came to the Gryffindor students.

"Fred, George!"

The twin brothers who were discussing in a low voice whether to take this opportunity to bring laughter back to everyone (selling trick props) were startled.

Looking back, they said in unison:

"Zhang?"

Zhang Xiao grabbed the two men's shoulders and took them to another remote corner:

"Hey guys, I have a favor to ask of you. Lend me the live map."

The twins showed the same surprised expression at the same time, their eyebrows raised high and their eyes wide open:

"Zhang, how did you know we have this treasure?"

"We have never told anyone else."

"Don't worry about it, just lend it to me first, I need it."

The twins looked at each other, shrugged, and took out the folded map from their arms stealthily:

"Here - you can use it, right?"

Zhang Xiao also put the map away and nodded.

The two brothers were even more curious:

"How can you use it? Unless you know"

"Prongs? Bigfoot? Moon Face? Wormtail?"

The reason why they were not in a hurry to see the map was because it was too troublesome to explain.

If you don't explain it once or twice, it's okay. If you explain it too much, others will be afraid, afraid of why you know other people's well-hidden secrets.

If you still want to live a normal life, don't make yourself too strange and don't break away from other people's cognition.

"It's a long story. Time is urgent now. I'll do my business first, but I still need your help with one thing.

- Do you know if there is a secret passage leading to the outside in the hall?"

The two brothers were stunned and showed a tacitly confident smile.

Dumbledore stood beside Hagrid, calm as if nothing had happened, only his eyes as deep as the sea seemed to be brewing a storm.

"Cornelly, do you mean that the Ministry of Magic believes that Hagrid is the so-called murderer?"

Standing in front of Dumbledore was a very strange-looking man.

He was short and fat, sturdy, with messy gray hair and an anxious look on his face.

Compared with the tall Dumbledore, he was like a short potato.

The clothes on his body were a strange hodgepodge: a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cloak, and purple pointed boots.

Under his arm was a dark green hat.

It was Cornelius Fudge, the British Minister of Magic.

At this moment, the powerful Minister of Magic did not dare to look Dumbledore in the eye. Instead, he turned his head and stared at Hagrid's big teapot.

"I don't want to, Albus.

But you see." Fudge said unnaturally, "Hagrid's criminal record is not good for him.

The Ministry of Magic has to take some measures-it has contacted the school board."

"Criminal record?" Dumbledore took a step forward and looked down at Fudge, with a hint of chill in his tone.

"We all know what the so-called criminal record is, Cornelius.

Or does the Ministry of Magic just want to find a scapegoat?"

Fudge was silent for a while. He looked up at Dumbledore with some fear, but his heart was full of anger.

That's it, it has always been like this. Umbridge was right, and the pure-bloods who were respectful to him were also right.

Dumbledore-never took himself seriously, never regarded himself as a Minister of Magic!

He changed his approach and turned to Hagrid, who was standing at a loss:

"It's terrible, Hagrid," Fudge said in a heavy tone, "very terrible, three attacks, more than forty victims!

All little wizards, I felt the sky fell when I got the news, I can even imagine how much adverse impact this news will have on Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic.

Parents will gather together to denounce you, me, Albus, and the professor!

He paused, ignoring Dumbledore's increasingly sharp eyes:

"Look at it from my perspective," he played with his top hat in his hand, "I'm under a lot of pressure.

Something must be done.

If it turns out that it's not Hagrid, he will come back. But I have to take him away. Shouldn't I fulfill my-"

"I don't think I will allow you to do this."

Dumbledore finally spoke again, he stood in front of Hagrid:

"As the headmaster, I can't just let you take the school's professor away like this! "

Fudge gradually tightened his grip on the polite hand, and even trembled slightly. He finally looked Dumbledore in the eyes for the first time.

His nostrils fluttered, a faint blush appeared on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Dumbledore! I knew it--"

"It's a pity, Mr. Dumbledore, you are probably no longer the headmaster!"

Lucius strode into Hagrid's hut, wrapped tightly in a long black travel cloak, with a cold smile on his face.

Ya Ya began to bark.

"You are here, respected Minister," he said with satisfaction, "very good, very good"

"What are you doing here?" Hagrid said angrily, "Get out, leave my house!"

"My dear friend, please believe me, I am not happy to enter your room - oh - you call it a house?"

Lucius Malfoy looked around the small shabby room and sneered.

"I just came to the school to take a look. Someone told me that the headmaster was here."

"What did you say just now, Lucius?"

Dumbledore asked softly, as if an old man didn't hear clearly, and politely asked to say it again.

"Don't doubt your hearing, Mr. Dumbledore."

Lucius slowly took out a long roll of parchment.

"The board of directors thinks you should leave.

This is the dismissal order - you will see that all twelve directors have signed it.

We think you may not be able to use your talents.

How many attacks have occurred so far? How many little wizards have been harmed?"

Fudge didn't say a word, as if he didn't exist.

Hagrid stood up suddenly, and his fluffy, black head rubbed the ceiling.

"How many people did you threaten and blackmail to force them to agree, huh, Malfoy?"

"Threat? Blackmail? Coercion?" Lucius sneered:

"To tell you the truth, we gave Dumbledore a chance, but we didn't see any effective measures. Even until today, we are trying to give Mr. Dumbledore a chance.

It was only when the news of forty little wizards being attacked came in - even the children of the school directors.

All the directors signed it immediately, so."

Lucius's face became more and more gloomy, and his voice was also cold and frightening:

"It's your favorite headmaster who is not up to the standard, do you understand? Silly-big-guy?"

"You can't take Dumbledore away!" Hagrid shouted, frightening the big hound Fang Ya to tremble in the basket and whimper.

"I'm afraid this is not something you can decide!"

Lucius said lightly, turned to Fudge, and bowed slightly:

"It seems that you have a decision to make before?"

Fudge finally stood up at this moment, and he seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation with Dumbledore:

"Take Rubeus Hagrid away!"

Two Aurors immediately stepped forward and wanted to lock him up, but were stopped by Dumbledore. The Aurors drew their wands, and although they were afraid, they still pointed at him:

"This has nothing to do with you, Professor Dumbledore, please don't interfere with our duties!"

"Kingsley" Dumbledore looked at the face of the Auror in front of him, and the anger in his eyes softened a little.

"Duty, Professor!"

"Duty?" Dumbledore closed his eyes, but suddenly remembered a sentence in his mind:

"What if those who are weaker than you but want to do evil use the rules they set to force you?"

The boy stood in front of him and said loudly:

"The strong need restraint, but it is definitely not the rules set by some messy rulers. There should be self-restraint, and you should set a bottom line and code of conduct for yourself."

A heart-pounding feeling of terror slowly spread from Dumbledore's body.

It was like sitting in a small boat, watching the storm in the distance slowly approaching.

It was even suffocating. Except for Hagrid, everyone felt like their hearts were being tightly grasped and squeezed bit by bit.

The cold sweat soaked the clothes on the back in almost an instant.

Fudge groaned and said in a frightened voice, almost begging:

"Albus! Do you want to - do you want to destroy the authority of the Ministry of Magic? Destroy the order?"

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