Simulation: Starting from Under One Person

“This is really troublesome…” Dumbledore was very distressed.

I'm not afraid of Voldemort causing trouble, I'm afraid of him hiding and then suddenly popping out to create a big incident.

“Should we keep looking?” Lily Evans asked.

“No need, let’s deal with the new professor of dark magic first,” Dumbledore said.

"And there are some things that I need to handle..."

With Lily Evans' return, some things have been answered, and some people just need to be rescued.

The problem is that some people are reluctant to release people, especially when it comes to procedures and evidence.

"If you ask me, it would be much easier for you to become the Minister of Magic if that idiot were ousted from office. That way, we wouldn't be so constrained in what we do now."

Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Snape curled his lip; he had always disliked Cornelius Fudge's mannerisms.

“I agree,” Lily agreed.

"It's hard to disagree," Professor McGonagall said as well.

The current Minister of Magic is not very popular among most wizards, except for a small group of people who "like" him, for their own benefit.

Dumbledore didn't answer; he wouldn't become a minister, but...

Fudge has really been holding things back lately; a lot of things are getting stuck because of him...

“You recommend a few people, and we will elect a new Minister of Magic.”

Silence fell over the room after these words were spoken.

Snape and the others stared at Dumbledore's face with strange looks, as if there was a flower on it.

The image on the wall also drew their gaze. Dumbledore was usually very restrained in certain matters, but now his words were so arrogant.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow slightly.

"It's nothing, just a little surprised," the group said honestly.

"The world has changed now, so if I change a little, it won't make a difference, will it?"

With that said, Dumbledore was the first to recommend someone: "What do you think of Burns?"

"It's a good option, but they probably won't follow your orders in everything."

"I never expected anyone else to listen to me from the beginning."

“I recommend…” Lily Evans said after a moment’s thought, “Arthur!”

“Yes! Arthur is indeed a good choice; he adapts to new things very quickly,” McGonagall agreed.

“However… even with Arthur’s current status, he’s still a little short of becoming Minister of Magic,” Snape said.

"In that case, let's find a way to make up for it," Dumbledore announced.

"It just so happens that things have been quite chaotic lately."

"That's true, but we need to find someone to protect him."

After all, Arthur is meant to earn merit, not give it to others.

“Where are we going to find someone?” Snape asked.

In today's magical world, there aren't many people who can fight; there are only a handful in total.

“Other worlds,” Dumbledore replied.

"You have a goal?"

"Yes." Dumbledore went to the window and looked out at the Black Lake, where several people came into view.

“It is indeed a good option, but do you think they will help? They are here on vacation,” Snape cautioned.

Dumbledore explained, "I wanted their help in choosing people, not their help."

“…I’ll go gather intelligence.” Snape didn’t stay there; instead, he went to find a place for Arthur to rack up merits.

“I’ll contact Arthur,” Lily said, casually catching up with them.

“I’ll go check the school’s food supplies,” McGonagall said. To entertain people from the maritime world, they couldn’t afford to be without enough food.

"Then I'll... go and talk to them."

Dumbledore was teleported by the phoenix to the Black Lake, where he found Garp and the others.

Upon seeing the visitor, Sengoku said, "Mr. Dumbledore."

"Gentlemen, it's almost lunchtime. Please follow me to the dining hall," Dumbledore invited.

"Thank you."

With that, Sengoku and the others followed Dumbledore to the dining hall.

"Mr. Zhan Guo, I need your help with something."

On the way to the dining hall, Dumbledore revealed one of the purposes of his trip.

"Please say."

"A friend of mine is going on a dangerous mission and needs a bodyguard. Do you have a suitable candidate?" Dumbledore stated his request.

"Any further requests?" Sengoku asked.

"To be able to retreat with one person while surrounded by dozens of people."

"Is that so..." Sengoku pondered for a moment, then said, "I do have someone in mind, and he should be willing to accept the mission. As for the reward... let's pay with magic potions!"

The demand for healing agents and similar medications has always been high in the Navy.

“Sure!” With a Potions Master at the school, Hogwarts has never lacked potions.

"Yes, I will contact him as soon as possible, but it will take some time for him to arrive."

The navy's work is also very busy, and even if they receive a message, they may not be able to get there in a short time.

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

Having said that, Dumbledore indicated that they could wait...

………………

Fang Rui emerged from the portal, looked around, and saw Hagrid tilling the land.

"What are you doing?" Fang Rui asked.

"Oh!" Startled by the sudden sound, Hagrid flinched and turned sharply to look at Fang Rui, holding a shovel in one hand.

When he saw Fang Rui's face clearly, he immediately relaxed: "It's Fang Rui! You really scared me!"

Hagrid thumped his chest, the sound like the beating of a drum.

"Oh! I'm really sorry!" Fang Rui said insincerely, then steered the conversation back on track, "What are you doing?"

"I grow pumpkins! I grow all the pumpkins for Halloween every year." Hagrid proudly puffed out his chest.

"Hey~" Fang Rui's gaze fell on the pumpkin, and suddenly he thought of pumpkin rice, so he asked, "Is it good?"

"Of course it's delicious!" Hagrid's tone was full of certainty. He had taken great care of these pumpkins. Although he grew them to make jack-o'-lanterns, don't underestimate his skills!

"Oh!" After a moment of silence, Fang Rui said nothing.

He never actually said anything about picking a pumpkin and cooking pumpkin rice, not because he didn't believe the pumpkins would taste bad, but because he didn't trust Hagrid's cooking skills.

After all, Hagrid's rock skin can be used as a shield.

"Want to come eat at the cafeteria?" Fang Rui invited.

"I..." Hagrid was stunned upon hearing this. Going to the cafeteria to eat was a rare occurrence for Hagrid; he usually cooked for himself.

After thinking for a moment, Hagrid accepted the invitation: "Okay!"

The two people headed towards the castle.

"Has anything interesting happened lately?" Fang Rui asked.

“Nothing interesting…” Hagrid slowly shook his head. “Nothing interesting.”

"And what about the rest?"

"As for other matters, Azkaban was breached some time ago, and many prisoners escaped. The Ministry of Magic has been busy arresting them recently."

"Ho~ Azkaban..."

Chapter 402 Transition

The cafeteria was quite crowded.

The students were talking about Garp and the others' enormous appetites; being able to eat always attracts attention.

When Fang Rui and Hagrid arrived at the cafeteria, they saw Garp and the others enjoying their meal, while the others looked them over and made sounds of surprise.

After sitting down at the table where Karp and the others were, Fang Rui ordered a pumpkin rice dish and nodded slightly to Dumbledore and the others as a greeting.

Then his gaze fell on Garp and the others, meeting their eyes and seeing a hint of complexity in their gazes.

'We'll talk about travel plans later!'

'I have a feeling that if I say this now, some people... will run away!'

Thinking this, a plate of pumpkin rice suddenly appeared on the table. Fang Rui looked down at the pumpkin rice and fell silent.

How to say~

The pumpkin rice was quite different from what he had imagined. What was now in front of him should be called pumpkin juice-drenched rice.

Pick up the spoon, scoop up a little pumpkin juice and rice, hesitate for a moment, and then put it in your mouth.

"Mmm~" The moment the rice entered my mouth, a sweet taste filled my mouth, and the sticky texture...

Setting down his spoon, Fang Rui said to the plate, "A glass of strawberry milk, pan-fried steak, and two fried eggs..."

A moment later, the dishes Fang Rui had ordered appeared on the table. He picked up his knife and fork and began to eat.

As for pumpkin rice, it's a dish with some delicate nuances, so there's no need to try it for now.

Fang Rui's appetite is variable; he can eat more if he wants to.