Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Pierce Thinknes.

Working hard in the Ministry of Magic for more than 20 years is not based on ability, but like most ordinary employees, relying on seniority.

Mature and stable.

He might make a decent head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, like this Lady Amelia Burns is now.

But he

There is no position to be the Ministry of Magic, especially at this time.

If the public grievances cannot be quelled and this matter resolved, even if he can become the Minister of Magic, he will lose this position in a short time.

How easy it is to get it, and how easy it is to lose it.

Scrimgeour clenched his fists and was as stiff as Fudge, staring at Thicknesse, who walked behind the long table and in front of the blackboard, and was about to give a simple acceptance speech. He had arranged everything a few months earlier, and he thought he had the ability—at least he had a good relationship with Mr. Potter.

But Hinkness, keep quiet, how did he do it?

How can you get more than half of the support?

Thinknis talked eloquently, with the same rhythm as in the past, but calmly, as if he had already prepared a draft in his heart.

He was prepared.

Scrimgeour frowned.

The Ministry of Magic has recently prepared for the post of Minister only by himself. Thicknesses has not taken any action. If there is, these should not escape his eyes and ears. More than 50 votes, the number is too large.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time.

An hour and a half has passed from the start of the parliament to the final selection of the prime minister. Has Thicknesse had anything to drink during this time?

Maybe not?

His sense of presence was too low to pay attention.

Moody once said that as an Auror, one should reasonably doubt everything—what you see with your eyes and magic power is not necessarily the reality, not everyone is as powerful as Professor Dumbledore, as an Auror The most eminent Auror in existence in the office, Scrimgeour inherited Moody's merits.

Thickness's performance was too abnormal.

He wondered if this "Mr. Thicknesse" was himself after all.

After all, Mr. Barty Crouch, whom he once admired the most, seems to have been replaced.

Time has washed away a lot of doubts in his mind.

Mr. Thicknesse seemed born to be in the Minister's position, he made tirades and banal stuff, and put Fudge in that position and he'd say the same things, at exactly the same level.

It takes more than an hour to say.

I didn't stop to drink water and rest in the middle.

After an hour passed, Scrimgeour confirmed that "Mr. Thicknesse" was not a counterfeit and shoddy product that took compound decoction.

It's like some great awakening quote.

Obviously the same words, but a different person said it.

The meeting lasted until six o'clock in the afternoon.

The most important content: the impeachment of Fudge and the election of the new Minister of Magic took just over an hour.

In Hogwarts, in Sirius' office.

Harry and the others are preparing for the coming Christmas.

"You guys have been training duels in the abandoned classroom on the second floor every weekend since school started?" Sirius slapped the table and stood up gritted his teeth.

Harry nodded.

"I just said that something is wrong with Filch!" Sirius slapped the table again, "Sometimes when it's my turn to go on patrol at night, he always finds excuses to stop me and not let me go there!"

"What about Peeves' prank!"

Harry complained: "It's really worthy of you to be fooled by Filch, Godfather."

"After all, he is also a faculty member of Hogwarts." Sirius excused himself, "As a colleague, of course I trust him."

"Don't talk about that, what happened to your duel training?"

Harry answered him: "Extracurricular study interest group."

"You need an excellent instructor." Sirius was ready to move.

Harry took out his wand, put it on the table, and looked at him calmly.

Hermione shook her head: "Sirius, you are not suitable for the past, you are a professor."

"us."

She said this with a little hesitation: "We are students who broke the school rules and escaped the curfew. If the professor sees us, he should deduct points for us."

Although, they often encounter Professor McGonagall who patrols carefully late at night, Professor Trelawney who goes to the kitchen to find wine, and Professor Binns who sleepwalks

These professors didn't even think about deducting points from them.

"Well, Harry," Sirius murmured, sighing, "I'll at least be glad you remembered me about capturing Greyback."

"If you are not invited, you will make trouble." Harry said very directly.

"I'm not that naive!" Sirius gritted his teeth.

Harry paused, and continued: "An excellent Animagus master will be very helpful when dealing with werewolves."

Sirius snorted and wagged his unconjured tail.

He looked at the people in the office: "Are they all going too?"

Hermione, Ron and Neville.

Harry glanced at them and nodded: "Werewolves aren't too difficult to deal with. I contacted Tonks during the day, and I think there will be a reply tonight or tomorrow. By then, she should be able to bring a team of Aurors over. By then... "

An owl flies by.

Drop a letter.

The sender, Tonks, scrawled her last name on the envelope.

"Tonks' reply came." Harry opened the letter, and the content inside made him frown, "Hermione, Ron, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Aurors to provide support, the risk will become greater, you have to continue Participate?"

"Can't the Aurors provide support?" Hermione was taken aback.

Harry nodded, and handed her the letter: "The Minister of Magic has been replaced, and this matter was handled very simply, not in the style of the Ministry of Magic."

"Scrimgeour has a good relationship with you." Sirius also frowned.

"The new Minister is not Scrimgeour." Harry shook his head. "It's Piers Thicknesse."

"Who?" Sirius blinked, looking confused, as if...he had never heard of this name.

Harry didn't know either, he didn't seem to have heard of the name either.

"I know." Ron said, "My father mentioned him. He is a very old man in the Ministry of Magic. He is the captain of the Magic Law Enforcement Team. He has a very good personality and is an upright person."

"Captain of the Magic Law Enforcement Team?" Sirius sneered in surprise.

"There is such a department in the Ministry of Magic?" Neville muttered.

Sirius shook his head: "You can completely pretend that it doesn't exist."

"For general magical disasters, the Reversal of Accidental Magic Events Team will come forward. If it is related to Muggles, it will be sent by the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee or the Memory Cancellation Command."

"And the enforcement of magical laws, there are Aurors."

"It's a department that looks like it has a lot of power but doesn't actually have any power."

Speaking of this, he paused: "How could it be him? I always thought that Scrimgeour would be a good successor."

"But it is indeed Mr. Thicknesse." Hermione frowned, "and he is very ambitious. He is preparing to solve the Azkaban matter. The dementors rioted, and he led the people to go there himself. Repression."

"In the next month, most of the Aurors will be in Azkaban to reorganize there."

"For the rest, search and patrol in Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley to find those Death Eaters who escaped from prison."

Speaking of this, she smiled on the skin: "At least let ordinary wizards believe that the Ministry of Magic is protecting them, and stabilize the situation as soon as possible."

"Maybe only Kingsley and Tonks can come and help us on Christmas Day."

"Two Aurors, only one is an elite." Sirius snapped his fingers, "I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to protect."

"Sirius," interrupted Hermione, "we're not here to be spectators."

"Under the guidance of Professor Porter, we have achieved great results and we can protect ourselves."

Speaking of this, she paused, looked at Neville, and then focused on Ron: "I'm ready, I've been ready for a long time, and now I am qualified and can barely fight side by side, at least against werewolves , not the more dangerous Death Eaters."

"I have to verify whether I am really qualified."

As she spoke, her eyes curled into silk and fell gently on Harry.

"This is not a joke. Werewolves are dangerous. One bite will turn you into a werewolf."

"Harry for Uncle Remus."

"Even if the Aurors don't come, Greyback won't be able to escape if Harry is around. You don't have to force yourself. Harry's dueling lessons are much more useful than dealing with werewolves."

Harry nodded, agreeing with her: "I respect and understand any of your choices."

"Of course I'm going." Neville held the steel sword wrapped around his waist with a firm expression, "I am Gryffindor, and Gryffindor is a warrior who never fears. I want to know what level I am now , How far is it from Crouch."

"I can still deal with werewolves." Ron waved his hands without any hesitation, "Harry, I'm not a kid, I'm not little Ronnie anymore."

"I am your friend."

"As a comrade-in-arms now, I can't always live under your protection."

"Even Hermione stood up, I'm Gryffindor too, I have to"

Hermione's eyes became dangerous: "What is Lian Hermione?"

"Ron, I've always been better than you in dueling class."

"I didn't mean that." Ron flustered, pulling his hair, "I mean, um"

"He thinks Hermione, you should be protected by Harry." Sirius concluded for Ron, he has a lot of experience in this - not a lot of experience, but a lot of seeing, just like now he looks at Harry and Hermione, That's how he looked at James and Lily back then.

Ron nodded heavily: "Yes, that's what I mean."

"I'm a Gryffindor too." Hermione looked at Harry, her cheeks flushed, and she took a deep breath, "I don't want to be that kind of canary, if I don't even have the ability to protect myself, it will be a hindrance .”

Sirius looked reminiscently: "Hermione, you are more like Lily than Harry, I mean this kind of character."

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In the first year, when Princess Dagan first met a 'gentleman', he uprightly upheld justice, and she sneered, "You hypocrite."

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