Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

"A locked room..."

Harry thought about the Chamber of Secrets that Lucius had mentioned in Dobby's memory, and wondered where this place could be hidden in the entire Hogwarts.

"Harry, I think..." Dumbledore was about to speak when there was a knock on the headmaster's office door.

"Professor Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge has arrived and is now confronting Hagrid."

Professor McGonagall opened the office door and spoke to Dumbledore.

"Cornelly..." Dumbledore turned to look at Harry and said, "Harry, you go back first, I have some...personal matters to attend to."

Then, before Harry could reply, Apparition vanished.

Harry wanted to ask Dumbledore where to look for the Chamber of Secrets, but Dumbledore didn't give him a chance to ask. For now, they could only start searching slowly from the first floor, and maybe they would run into Serena.

On the other side, Hagrid's cabin.

"Oh, Hagrid, you know, there have been quite a few attacks lately." Connelly slowly wiped the hat in his hand, his tone nonchalant, but the words of this short, fat, and sleazy man made Hagrid break out in a cold sweat.

"Minister, I... I didn't, I've never even left Hogwarts..." Hagrid was drenched in sweat, his massive body trembling uncontrollably.

"Oh, big guy, this isn't something you can just say you didn't do and then disappear." The minister's tone was very calm. "Old Mr. Goyle reported to me that he saw you next to someone who was attacked. Although I don't know how you made those people in Hogsmeade so... despicable, you are still highly suspicious."

"Minister, I really didn't, I..."

"Connelly. I think there might be some misunderstanding." To Hagrid, the voice was like a savior. He turned his head and saw Dumbledore walking towards him.

Fudge frowned slightly, then quickly smoothed it out and gave a happy smile. "Albus, my old friend, what brings you here?"

He watched as Dumbledore walked up to him and shook his hand warmly.

"Cornelly, I heard you want to take Hagrid with you? That won't do. Without him, who will guard the Forbidden Forest for this old man?" Dumbledore replied with a smile.

"Albus, I don't want to either, but the information Old Gore gave me makes Hagrid a suspect. Besides, you know about his criminal record." Fudge pretended to be in a difficult position, completely exposing Old Gore's past.

"These things are indeed a bit tricky," Dumbledore said calmly, a hand on Cornelius's shoulder, a smile playing on his lips. "But I don't think taking Hagrid away will help, do you?"

"Albus, you have to see things from my perspective. I'm under a lot of pressure." Fudge also had a big smile on his face, but in reality, he was gripping Dumbledore's hand tighter and tighter. "People below have a lot of opinions about me, and I have to give them an explanation."

"I don't think taking Hagrid away will solve anything." Dumbledore smiled calmly, but in reality, waves of magical energy emanated from his body, pressing down on Fudge.

"Dumbledore, this wasn't my idea," Fudge said, breathless and sweating profusely under Dumbledore's magical influence.

"Of course I know. So, you don't have any objections to Hagrid staying with me, do you?"

"But, but..." Fudge wanted to say something more, but an immense pressure instantly pressed down on him, even the ground beneath his feet was cracked in a spiderweb pattern.

"I think I'm more reliable than those guards of Azkaban, don't you think?" Dumbledore smiled calmly, seemingly oblivious to Fudge, who was struggling to breathe.

"Yes, yes..."

"So, Hagrid is safe with me, from the outside world's perspective, right?"

"Yes, yes..." Fudge said, his words slurred.

"That's good." The pressure was instantly relieved. Dumbledore withdrew his hand from Fudge's shoulder, put his arm behind his back, and looked up at Hagrid with a smile. "Hagrid, go back. I have some personal matters to attend to with the Minister."

"Thank you, thank you, Professor Dumbledore!" Hagrid burst into tears, his huge body trembling uncontrollably. He took out a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth, covered his nose, and emitted a walrus-like horn.

"Let's go, Minister."

Dumbledore stood in front of Fudge, placing his hand on his arm again. Fudge felt a twist in his body, and when he regained his senses, he found himself in his office! Dumbledore had actually managed to pass through the Ministry of Magic's barrier and manifest himself on him with his servant!

"Dumbledore, what are you doing...?"

"I'm threatening you, that's all." Dumbledore interrupted Fudge, still smiling, but his words sent a chill down Fudge's spine.

"Albus, are you declaring war on the Ministry of Magic?!" Fudge shouted at Dumbledore.

"So, is this what you want?" Dumbledore suddenly became serious and spoke to Fudge in a calm tone.

"you……!"

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After some amicable discussions, Dumbledore successfully saved Hagrid's life. At the same time, Fudge was forced to interfere in Hogwarts without cause and revealed the names of everyone who wanted to harm Dumbledore and Hogwarts.

"Have a nice day, Cornelius." Dumbledore smiled and bowed to Fudge before Apparating away again.

"Dumbledore, damn it..." Fudge was about to speak when he saw the space in front of him distort, and Dumbledore reappeared in front of him.

"Oh, I forgot my things." Dumbledore picked up a piece of candy from the table and popped it into his mouth. "What the hell did you just say?"

"Damn it, damn it, the Auror tribe, yes, damn it, the Auror tribe, they haven't found anything after all this time..." Fudge laughed awkwardly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Is that so? That is indeed a bit excessive. You need to discipline them properly." Dumbledore didn't seem to care and smiled as he Apparated away again.

This time, Fudge was certain that Dumbledore had really left, and only then did he feel relieved, cursing Dumbledore at the air.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore, who had just come out of the Ministry of Magic, Apparated again to the front of Old Goyle's house. This time, he didn't even go inside. He drew his wand and aimed it at the window of Old Goyle's room.

"Vulcan clears the way."

A soft voice rang out, and a thick fire dragon shot out from the tip of the wand, precisely entering Old Goyle's room. It singed Old Goyle's entire body like burning pig bristles, and then the flames burned a line of words onto the wall in front of Old Goyle, who was nearly urinating in fear:

"This is the second warning!"