Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

The stranger was short and stout, with messy gray hair and an anxious expression. His clothes were a strange hodgepodge: a pinstripe suit, a bright red tie, a long black cloak, and purple pointed boots. He had a dark green top hat tucked under his arm.

“That’s my dad’s boss!” Ron gasped. “Cornelly Fudge, the Minister for Magic!”

"Shut up!" Cyrus nudged Ron with his elbow, telling him to shut up.

This action clearly caught Dumbledore's attention. His blue eyes glanced at Cyrus's hiding place, and his expression became playful. However, he quickly looked away as if he hadn't noticed them at all.

This made Cyrus wonder if Dumbledore had seen him through the Invisibility Cloak.

But he quickly realized that wasn't the case. This wasn't an ordinary invisibility cloak, and he believed that Dumbledore had likely only sensed its presence, after all, he had studied the cloak for a long time.

However, he probably didn't know how many people were under the clothes.

Hagrid's face turned deathly pale, and sweat began to bead on his forehead. He slumped into a chair, glancing at Dumbledore and then at Cornelius Fudge.

“This is terrible, Hagrid,” Fudge said in a crisp, quick tone. “It’s terrible, I had to come. Four attacks on Muggles, it’s outrageous, the Ministry of Magic must take action.”

“I didn’t, you know I didn’t, Professor Dumbledore, sir…”

“I want you to understand, Cornelius, that I completely trust Hagrid,” Dumbledore said, frowning.

“But you see, Albus,” Fudge said awkwardly, “Hagrid’s criminal record is bad for him. The Ministry of Magic has to take some measures—it has already contacted the Board of Trustees.”

“But Connelly, I still have to tell you that taking Hagrid away won’t make any difference.”

“Look at it from my perspective,” Fudge said, fiddling with his top hat. “I’m under a lot of pressure. I have to do something. If it turns out it’s not Hagrid, he’ll come back, and nobody will have a say. But I have to take him away. Shouldn’t I do my duty—”

"Take me away?" Hagrid said, trembling all over. "Take me where?"

"It's a short time, not a punishment, just a precaution. If we catch someone else, we'll release you and offer a full apology..." Fudge said to himself. Although he had come here with Dumbledore to find Hagrid, he hadn't looked Hagrid in the eye the entire time.

Of course, he might also feel a little ashamed, after all, his current behavior is tantamount to making Hagrid take the blame.

But this is very unreasonable.

A case has occurred, and even if someone has a criminal record, they should not be convicted without evidence; this is unreasonable and illegal. It's worth noting that even after Voldemort's resurrection, none of the Death Eaters who had previously escaped punishment were punished without evidence.

As the chief wizard of Wizengamot, was Dumbledore unable to stop Fudge's absurd behavior?

impossible!

However, although Dumbledore protested, he did not actually stop Fudge.

Cyrus now understands even more how terrifying Dumbledore is.

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Chapter 70 Dumbledore's Expulsion

Just then, someone knocked loudly on the door again.

Dumbledore went to open the door. Harry let out a breath when he saw the gloomy figure walk in, so much so that Cyrus had to elbow him again.

The man outside the door was Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius Malfoy strode into Hagrid's cabin, completely wrapped in a long black travel cloak, a cold, satisfied smile on his face.

Tooth started barking wildly.

Seeing Malfoy's appearance, Cyrus finally felt completely relieved. In any case, things had finally progressed to this point. Malfoy had already cooperated with him in using some methods to expel Dumbledore from the school.

Without Dumbledore, Hogwarts posed no threat to Cyrus.

His mood brightened instantly, and he couldn't help but smile.

Another person who wasn't at all surprised by Malfoy's appearance was Dumbledore, who had long anticipated this day. Tom Riddle couldn't possibly stay in the school; it wouldn't be conducive to his final step in the plan. That would be too risky.

Just like last year, the best thing to do is to find a way to get away from me.

Dumbledore was wondering when the other party planned to make their move.

It looks like now is the time.

“You’ve arrived, Fudge,” Malfoy said with satisfaction. “Very good, very good…”

Making Hagrid take the blame again was also part of his "master's" plan, and this involved him putting pressure on Fudge—all it took was bribing some public opinion—and now that Fudge had arrived at Hogwarts, Lucius Malfoy was naturally very satisfied.

But Hagrid didn't like this uninvited guest. What good could the Malfoy family possibly have?

"What are you doing here? Get out, get out of my house!"

“My dear friend, believe me, I am not happy to enter your room—oh—you call this 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 the headmaster was here.”

Malfoy's behavior was indeed annoying. If Cyrus hadn't known that Malfoy was now on his side, even he himself would have wanted to punch Malfoy a few times.

"What brings you here, Lucius?" Dumbledore asked politely.

“Things are terrible, Dumbledore.” Lucius lazily rolled up a long parchment, looking relaxed and confident, even in front of Dumbledore—or rather, because he knew he was facing Dumbledore, he wasn’t flustered at all.

"The Board of Directors thinks it's time for you to leave. This is a temporary suspension order—all twelve directors have signed it. We feel you're probably not fulfilling your potential. How many attacks have occurred so far? At this rate, there won't be a single Muggle student left at Hogwarts, and we all know that would be a terrible loss for the school."

He spoke as if he were expressing deep sorrow and regret over the attack on students from the Muggle world.

“What did you say, Lucius?” Fudge said, sounding alarmed. “Dumbledore has been temporarily suspended… No, no… We absolutely do not want that now…”

"The appointment or temporary suspension of the headmaster is a matter for the board of directors, Fudge. The Ministry of Magic has no right to interfere." Lucius said calmly, having never taken Fudge, this incompetent minister, seriously.

"Since Dumbledore failed to stop these attacks..."

“But you see, Lucius, if Dumbledore can’t stop—” Fudge said, his upper lip starting to sweat. He thought the board of trustees were crazy to suggest suspending Dumbledore at this critical juncture. “I mean, who can stop him?”

“We’ll see,” Malfoy said, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Prevent?

He never even considered stopping it.

"How many people did you threaten and blackmail to force them to agree, huh, Malfoy?" Hagrid was furious, looking like he wanted to punch Lucius and smash his head into a pumpkin patch.

Malfoy, of course, wasn't afraid of Hagrid. He said sarcastically, "I'd like to give you a piece of advice: don't yell at the guards of Azkaban like that. They won't like it."

The thought of Dumbledore being suspended made Hagrid no longer afraid of Azkaban.

"You can't take Dumbledore away! If you take him, there will be no way for Muggles to survive! There will be murders very soon!"

“Calm down, Hagrid,” Dumbledore said sternly. He looked at Lucius Malfoy.

“If the board wants me to leave, Lucius, I will certainly give up my position.”

“But—” Fudge stammered.

"No!" Hagrid growled.

Dumbledore's bright blue eyes remained fixed on Lucius's cold gray eyes.

“However,” Dumbledore said very slowly and clearly, so that everyone present could hear every word he said, “I will only truly leave this school when everyone here betrays me. You will also find that at Hogwarts, those who ask for help always receive help.”

Cyrus was quite certain that Dumbledore had glanced at them, a look that was both a reminder and a warning.

He not only discovered Harry and Ron, but he also discovered himself!

“Your sentiments are commendable,” Malfoy said, bowing. “We will all miss your highly individualistic way of handling things, Albus. We only hope that your successor can completely stop—the murders.”

Malfoy strode to the door of the cottage, opened it, and bowed to see Dumbledore out. Fudge fiddled with his top hat, waiting for Hagrid to walk ahead of him, but Hagrid stood still, took a deep breath, and cautiously said:

"If someone is looking for something, they just need to follow the spider, and they'll find the right direction! That's all I have to say."

Fudge stared at him in astonishment.

“Alright, I’m coming,” Hagrid said, putting on his mole-skin coat. But just as he was about to leave with Fudge, he stopped and said loudly, “Someone needs to feed Tooth while I’m gone.”

The door slammed shut, and Ron ripped off his invisibility cloak.

“This is a real problem,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Dumbledore is gone. They’ll probably have to close the school tonight. After he leaves, there will be attacks every day.”

Ya Ya started barking wildly again, scratching at the tightly closed door with its claws.

The next day, news of Dumbledore's departure quickly spread fear in an unprecedented way.

Cyrus was in a very good mood. The weather had been consistently bright and sunny lately, the clear sky and the lake shimmering, and the Forbidden Forest's trees were lush and verdant, looking incredibly vibrant. Cyrus greedily indulged in all of this through Ginny's body.

Full of vitality

For the other students at Hogwarts, fear shrouded them like a cold fog, but for Cyrus, the prospect of a new life was drawing ever closer!

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Chapter 71 Action Tonight

The weather is gradually getting hotter.

Looking up, the sky seemed even higher. This would have been perfect weather for Quidditch, but the Quidditch match had been canceled, and even going for a walk was a luxury.

The corridors were deserted during breaks, and the professors, who were on guard everywhere, did not allow anyone to linger. Even when going to class, the young wizards had to line up one by one and be personally escorted there by the deans.

The entire school was in a state of extreme tension. Even in the Gryffindor common room, no one was willing to fool around anymore. Everyone was anxious and just wanted to get through the semester as soon as possible.

Professor McGonagall desperately wanted to get everything in order, ideally finding the successor, but she had no leads at the moment. Unlike Dumbledore, she didn't have a comprehensive view of the situation. Fortunately, it wasn't the worst-case scenario yet. The attacked students could still be saved; they just needed the mandrake to mature so they could wake up. Perhaps then, the real culprit would be exposed.

Therefore, she was also worried that the attacker might silence the victimized student, and the school hospital became a heavily guarded area. Harry and Ron wanted to go see Hermione again, but were stopped.

Right now, perhaps only the students of Slytherin House aren't worried at all. The fact that all four attacked were Mudbloods is enough to prove that their house was never the Heir's target in the first place. Rather, the Heir is very likely one of them.

This greatly encouraged them, and they couldn't help but feel smug whenever they looked at people from other colleges during class.