Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 125 Make big news

In Dumbledore's office, the master and apprentice sat facing each other, but Fudge was nowhere to be seen.

Fox stood listlessly on a gilded perch, a turkey with half its feathers plucked.

"It doesn't look too good?"

While Damon was speaking, several more feathers fell from its body.

"You came at a bad time; it's usually very beautiful."

"Oh, you're about to be reborn, bro? Then hurry up, this pathetic look of yours makes me want to laugh."

Just as Damon finished speaking, Fox suddenly yelled and burst into flames.

The next moment, it turned into a fireball, let out a miserable scream, and disappeared, leaving only a pile of ashes on the floor that had not yet been completely extinguished.

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Damon took a sip of lemon tea and said nothing.

A smile spread across Dumbledore's face:

"I kept telling it to hurry up and get going, but in the end, you were the one who gave it the push."

"There's no danger in Nirvana, so why is it dawdling around?"

Damon picked up a piece of cake, stopped his idle chatter with Dumbledore, and went straight to the point:
"You already know about the locked room incident. What are your plans?"

"Hmm, I'm still thinking about it." Dumbledore wasn't surprised by his directness and asked with a smile, "What do you think?"

"I think you should go over there and quickly take care of the basilisk inside, then help Hagrid clear up the truth through the Ministry of Magic. Everyone will be happy."

"It's a good idea, but it's too direct and might make some people uncomfortable."

“Who, Fudge? I saw him today. Didn’t you say he was the best candidate for minister? Right now, he just seems to be an ambitious man who only cares about his own interests.”

"Where did you get this idea from? That's not fair to Fudge."

"It's up to you, the decision is yours~ But you should tell me what you're going to do, right? After all, I helped you find the diary and the secret room, otherwise who knows what might happen in the future."

If the basilisk in the locked room is released, what do you think others will say about you, the headmaster?

"..." Dumbledore adjusted his glasses. "I really do have to thank you for this."

"Stop talking about all this nonsense all the time." Damon waved his hand. "Didn't you promise me I could ride a dragon at school? I haven't even used that privilege yet. Hagrid just helped me catch a Thunderbird, and Fudge came to my door with an ultimatum. What do you say about that?"

Dumbledore was even more embarrassed.

But what Damon wanted was to embarrass him, so that he would think carefully about whether Fudge was really worth his strong support.
Although most of the other people in the Ministry of Magic just live on the side of the road.

"It seems you have a lot of complaints about Fudge's current position at the Ministry of Magic. If you were to choose someone to be the new Minister, who would you consider?"

Dumbledore looked at Damon, his eyes gleaming.

"Amelia, I think. Even if she can't make the magical world better, at least it won't get worse under her watch. And if any trouble does arise, she'll handle it properly."

“Burns, she is indeed quite good, but we also need to consider her own wishes.”

As far as I know, she herself doesn't seem to have any interest in the ministerial position.

"Well, let's talk about it later."

"Shall we talk about it later?"

Dumbledore looked up, stared straight at him, and suddenly said a name.

"What do you think of Caliban Mortos?" Damon's heart skipped a beat—Old Dumbledore clearly knew his second identity, yet he deliberately said that?

"Not very good, he's still too young."

"But I think he's very capable, even if he's a bit extreme. As far as I know, in the two months since he took over as a striker, he's killed more than a dozen villains, some of whom were sentenced to only ten years in prison."

As for the Death Eaters, they are doomed to die.

His actions have been the subject of much discussion within the Ministry of Magic lately, with opinions ranging from praise to criticism.

"I think that was a good kill. After all, those villains didn't deserve to live anyway."

Damon turned his head to stare at Dumbledore, their eyes meeting in mid-air.

"Let's talk about the locked room incident instead."

"can."

"How about we exaggerate the importance of the secret room? Hagrid's misunderstanding definitely needs to be cleared up."

"However, I think it's better to let the outside world learn about these things on its own rather than forcibly handing over some unsubstantiated evidence to Fudge."

"So, you're planning to make a big splash?"

"Make a big splash? Not a bad way to put it." Dumbledore smiled again.

It's always so easy to communicate with smart people.

Although this boy's methods had become so ruthless that it worried him somewhat, Caliban Mortos, in less than two months in office, had already become a prominent figure among the Aurors.
Mission completion rate 100%, enemy mortality rate 100%.

Correspondingly: teammate casualty rate 0%, hostage casualty rate 0%, and the incident caused 0% adverse impact.

The tasks he took on at the beginning gradually became less restrictive, to the point where he wouldn't be bothered with minor matters anymore—and now, he only takes action on those tricky cases.

According to what Dumbledore heard, the black market has become much more docile lately, with far fewer dark wizards roaming Knockturn Alley and hardly daring to walk in the open anymore.

And all of this is due to the influence of a new hitter.
It's only been less than two months.

If he were given a few more years, those villains in the magical world would probably tremble at the mere mention of his name.

Is this really good?

Not only were the villains afraid of him, but there were also many "disappointing" voices within the ministry—such radical methods inevitably made some people feel scared.

In fact, Fudge's recent changes are also inextricably linked to what Damon did under his second identity, but he himself doesn't seem to be aware of it.

"I hope you can cooperate with me in staging a play so that Harry can solve all of this."

"what do you want me to do?"

"Pretend to open the Chamber of Secrets, creating the impression that the Basilisk has escaped, and you will become the first victim. Considering your status, this will ignite the entire wizarding world. It will also make it much easier and more effective for us to clarify the truth for Hagrid."

"Won't this damage your reputation? Don't you care?"

"Hasn't your reputation been damaged too?"

Dumbledore smiled at his student, and seeing that he didn't seem to accept the flattering answer, he replied with a slightly more serious tone:

"Well, I think it's worth it. By the way, let me tell you a secret."

Dumbledore quietly approached Damon and said mysteriously:

"I don't care about any other honors except for removing my story from Chocolate Frog."

(End of this chapter)