Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

Dumbledore adjusted his half-moon spectacles, carefully examined the visitor's name, and frowned slightly.

Then, Dumbledore looked up at Quirinus Quirrell, who was clearly curious about the contents of the letter, and smiled at him.

"It seems our minister has run into a little trouble again, requiring the help of this old man whose health isn't so good... Quirinas, do you mind if I..."

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Quirrell quickly shook his head. "Of course not, please feel free, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore smiled kindly before opening the letter in his hand.

Quirrell kept his purplish lips tightly closed, but his gaze never left the letter...and the expression on Dumbledore's face.

As you can see, the relaxed, faint smile on Dumbledore's face gradually faded as he read.

The letter was short, and Dumbledore quickly read it, then swiftly closed it and looked up.

Quirrell's gaze met Dumbledore's, and he jolted as if electrocuted, quickly averting his eyes and flashing a somewhat fake smile.

"Is there something important? Perhaps we can talk about it another day... It's perfectly fine."

Although Quirrell said that, he never actually moved his buttocks from the chair.

"Well..."

Dumbledore put the letter away and tucked it into the drawer—not the one with the pile of cockroaches.

He then re-established the position of interlacing his fingers, and after a brief silence, nodded.

"Well, I think you're right," Dumbledore said, quickly standing up, not at all like a frail old man.

He reached out his hand to Quirrell, who seemed somewhat taken aback.

"Then let's talk again next time, although it's a pity."

Quirrell reacted a beat too late, hurriedly getting up to grasp Dumbledore's hand, but his expression was somewhat stiff. "Um... alright then, I meant matters of the ministry are more important..."

Dumbledore released his grip, and as he walked around the desk, he paused, as if remembering something, and added, "Also, I must congratulate you, Professor Quirrell, you've successfully convinced me. After all, I don't have a more suitable candidate right now, so..."

At this point, Dumbledore paused, looked at Quirrell whose expression gradually changed from blank to ecstatic, and then continued.

"Would you be willing to accept the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"certainly!"

Quirrell was overjoyed, his words becoming incoherent, "Of course I would, it would be a great honor... my... headmaster!"

Dumbledore nodded slightly, indicating that he was also seeing the guest out.

Quirrell wisely followed Dumbledore out of the office, only to find that Dumbledore had already disappeared when he reached the bottom of the spiral staircase.

A hint of envy flashed in Quirrell's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by excitement and joy. He let out a sigh of relief, "Master..."

But as soon as he said it, Quirrell's body stiffened abruptly, and then a look of fear appeared on his face.

A few moments later, Quirrell hurriedly left with his lips tightly closed.

Once Quirrell's robes disappeared around the corner of the corridor, Dumbledore's figure quietly reappeared. He took a deep look in the direction Quirrell had left, then lightly touched the ground with his toes and spun around!

"Snapped!"

The next moment, Dumbledore also disappeared.

.....

Little Huigkin, Surrey County.

The zoo entrance on Charles Street.

The zoo, which is usually packed with people on weekends, is deserted at this time.

Strangely, not a single car passing by stopped.

Even some of the campers carrying families circled around several times, and it was the same.

In the end, they all had to give up and turn away.

The zoo was also very quiet!

A large group of tourists were gathered together. Parents trembled as they held their children, their eyes filled with wariness and fear as they looked at the strangely dressed men in black robes who were loitering nearby.

Just an hour ago, there was a commotion here, with a large number of animals escaping.

But very quickly, in less than ten minutes.

These strangely dressed fellows suddenly appeared here, spinning around, each holding a wooden stick, and unleashing magical powers!

They captured all the escaped animals, along with the humans, all at once...

Upon seeing them, every tourist couldn't help but think of one word, a word almost forgotten by time—wizard!

That's why these tourists stood so quietly, like lambs to the slaughter, awaiting their impending fate.

Among the wandering men in black robes was Arthur Weasley.

He could hardly believe what he was hearing.

Arthur originally thought that the person who caused this big trouble near the house of the boy who had miraculously survived was the one.

He must be a scoundrel!

They might even be Death Eaters who narrowly escaped the pursuit of the Aurors.

But he never expected it.

The person who instigated this huge riot was none other than Harry Potter!

Arthur Weasley and his colleagues stood aside, watching the Aurors patrol the area, while others continued to arrive.

Whenever someone suddenly appears, the Muggles who have been gathered together to have their memories erased will let out a low commotion.

"My Merlin! They're all big shots in the Ministry of Magic," Arthur Weasley's colleague exclaimed in a low voice.

"Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror's office, and even Barty Crouch the Elder! Do you think the Secretary will come?"

Arthur Weasley shook his stiff neck. "I don't know, but I have a feeling he'll come."

Arthur Weasley's colleague, seemingly enjoying the spectacle, shrugged and let out a perfectly mimicking laugh. "Ha, do you think these big shots will throw that boy who survived into Azkaban?"

Hearing this question and seeing the mischievous look in his colleague's eyes, Arthur felt a headache coming on.

He regretted saying those things too soon.

It seems that even the Minister of Magic couldn't do it, but Harry Potter could...

Arthur couldn't even imagine the uproar that would ensue if the wizarding world knew that the Minister planned to imprison Harry Potter in Azkaban.

The roaring letters coming from all over the country could probably overwhelm the Ministry of Magic.

"Definitely not," Arthur Weasley shook his head. "After all, he hasn't even entered Hogwarts yet... This might be... a magical surge?"

That being said, Arthur Weasley himself didn't quite believe this reason.

Because there is evidence that Harry Potter has disappeared!

This is why so many important figures have come. The famous savior is nowhere to be seen. Merlin is above!

As Arthur was thinking, his colleague suddenly tugged at him. "Look! It's Dumbledore, he's here!"

Upon hearing this, Arthur Weasley immediately looked up and saw a tall, elderly man standing next to an automatic beverage vending machine.

"Phew, Dumbledore's here, we're saved..." Arthur Weasley said with a smile.