The Evil Thoughts of Hogwarts and the Genie

Chapter 177 Pursuing the Truth

Dumbledore's expression changed slightly, as if he understood who had asked old Mr. Carroll to bring him this message.

Edmund, clutching his injured abdomen, stood up. He looked at the scene with a strange expression, knowing that he had made the right move.

However, he was extremely calm, feeling not only no joy but also a subtle sense of unease.

There is no doubt that the world is not as full of elites as many people claim.

The fact that the wizarding community could be so poorly run still left him feeling quite helpless.

Since there are not enough benefits to distribute, nor a bright enough future to envision on this magical land, the relationship between the various forces has developed to the point of irreconcilable conflict.

The genie only needs to rely on inertia to light a single match and completely ignite this intricate mess.

His wicked scheme succeeded.

On the one hand, he made the Ministry of Magic, which had always been unaware of the danger, realize that Squibs could also pose a threat; the pure-bloods were also united.

This could further boost the prestige of Mr. Minkamp, ​​the hardliners already under Arachne's control, and help him take power as soon as possible.

At the same time, it caused Dumbledore to misunderstand the extent of Voldemort's arrogance, provoking the old man's anger.

However, Dumbledore's expression actually changed, which surprised Edmund quite a bit.

In fact, like most pure-bloods, he didn't think Dumbledore particularly liked him.

However, upon closer reflection, it becomes clear that Dumbledore likely saw it as his responsibility, believing he had an obligation to "guide Edmund's proper growth."

To harm Dumbledore's "duty" in his presence is tantamount to degrading his authority and character.

Edmund's guess was pretty accurate.

However, what he doesn't know yet is that the last person attacked and fell in front of Dumbledore because of him was his own sister Ariana, whom he still can't let go of to this day.

That pure and innocent little witch, who met a tragic end, completely rewrote Albus's life at the cost of her own.

Since then, the old man has indeed become a lonely man, and has almost no close relationships.

An old man who can almost read minds, yet he never opens his heart to anyone—many accuse him of being hypocritical, and this accusation is indeed unfounded.

Therefore, Mr. Carlo, who had stirred up his bad memories, had truly walked into the line of fire.

Almost no one had ever seen Dumbledore angry. When his face was ashen, even Mr. Moorselber, who was known for his bad temper and sadism, would fall silent in fear.

This is when you can really see the character and responsibility of these wizards. Seeing that everyone else was holding back, as if they really couldn't break free from the old wizard's control, Mr. Malfoy stepped forward once again.

His current appearance is very strange, resembling a pot-bellied green jellyfish suffering from a strange disease.

But Abraxas didn't care how disheveled he looked.

Rather, the more disheveled, the better.

"Put him down, Dumbledore!" He was no longer as forceful as before, his tone dejected. "He's just gone mad with desperation. Since you're the Headmaster of Hogwarts, haven't you heard?"

Mr. Malfoy acted as if Mr. Carroll was the victim.

"His daughter has been bullied terribly by this grandson of yours, she can't even hold her head up in front of her classmates. And that wasn't enough, a few days ago, some German wizards broke into Carroll Manor and kidnapped the whole family!"

Someone added a perfectly timed gasp to his voice, and several Aurors were taken aback by the words, turning to look at Edmund in astonishment.

Mr. Malfoy was truly a born orator, extremely adept at stirring up other people's emotions.

If Abraxas hadn't been so impatient, and hadn't been so stubbornly clinging to ideas that only benefited pure-blood wizards, ultimately leading to the foolish act of "the Muggle-born minister being murdered, and everyone knowing he was the prime suspect," he might actually have become the current minister.

"I really don't know just how lazy our British Aurors have become—if Mr. Carroll hadn't escaped using his family's magic, you probably wouldn't be seeing him today, Headmaster!"

Abraxas was heartbroken.

"Hahahaha." Edmund laughed heartily.

He remained as relaxed as ever. However, Edmund didn't completely refuse to cooperate with Mr. Malfoy's performance.

At least he knows how to clap.

The little wizard clapped his hands and even shouted "Bravo!" in German.

His opening remarks were sarcastic and unsettling.

"It sounds terrifying. This old man was busy with something the whole time, and he was very agitated."

Edmund clasped his hands together, giving him a look that said, "You're an idiot."

"Oh my god, my wound hurts so much—it hurts just like the old wound from Miss Carol's wand—"

He made two insincere calls.

"Why are you targeting me just because my family has a past relationship with Professor Dumbledore?"

"Why do you hate me just because my father works for the German Ministry of Magic?!"

He said it almost with a laugh.

"It's clearly me who's injured—ouch, ouch! That hurts so much, isn't this a diplomatic incident?!"

Edmund.

Dumbledore reluctantly called a halt.

Edmund immediately resumed his expressionless demeanor.

"It seems his scheme has succeeded," Edmund said calmly.

"By making me laugh, you regained your composure. I must admit, this gentleman is indeed a master of dry humor."

After saying this, Edmund squinted his blue Dumbledore family eyes and scanned the purebloods in front of him one by one.

Of course, no one was afraid of being stared at like that by an 11-year-old wizard; some even found it offensive.

Only the old Mr. Malfoy, who had been rebuked by him, stared at him with a grim expression.

"You—" Old Malfoy roared. "Don't think I don't know what your all-powerful, utterly cruel father has done!!"

Edmund chuckled slightly, thinking to himself, "You really didn't know?"

But before he could retort, a gust of wind swept by, and the Minister of Magic, as if finally regaining her senses, shouted:

"Enough!!"

Seeing that Dumbledore had finally returned to normal, Mrs. Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief and regained the initiative. From her long silence just now, Edmund could also tell that she obviously did not want to offend Dumbledore and was indeed not a hardliner.

At this point, the attempt to smooth things over was merely a matter of appeasement for all parties. The Auror was instructed to take Mr. Carlo, who undoubtedly needed to be investigated, away.

Then, amidst the disgruntled gazes of the purebloods, he promised that these Squibs who dared to trample on the dignity of the Ministry of Magic would pay the price.

Finally, she personally lifted Edmund's robe and confirmed that it was a very simple external wound.

She was confident that she could recite the incantation and heal the minor injury.

No, that won't do.

Dumbledore offered not a single objection to the minister's arrangements, and stood humbly to the side the whole time.

Therefore, when he refused, everyone was stunned and startled.

"I'll take him to St. Mungo's for a full medical checkup by a therapist. Eugenina, I suggest you send an Auror who's willing to go on fieldwork with us to avoid any controversy."

Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, but his tone seemed even colder than before.

"I will pursue this matter to the end."