From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

He was right—the Daily Prophet reported on it on its front page.

Although many wizards had never heard of Ilfamoni before the Triwizard Tournament, the fact that the Magical Congress had overthrown a nation was too great, not to mention that the new government had explicitly attacked the Secrecy Act.

"Oh My God…"

The students who received the newspapers stared at the news articles, their mouths agape.

"Are you kidding me... Principal Ifamoni has taken over as president of the Magic Council? If this happened on our side..."

William perked up slightly and eavesdropped on the students' conversation, only to be immediately horrified—he'd never expected this kind of thing, especially not the kind of criminal punishment he was talking about…

"Has the American wizarding world changed dramatically?"

"And you're attacking the secrecy law?"

"Yes, things have changed. They've even criticized the secrecy law..."

William yawned. "Sorry, sorry, let's discuss this at noon. I'm just so sleepy..."

"Why don't you sleep until noon, William?"

Before William left, Adam asked a question out of curiosity.

"This? Because I woke up hungry..."

William spread his hands and then ran straight to his room.

-

"Have you heard? There's been a problem in the US."

"Uh-huh…"

In the Auror's office, the usually serious Auror was also gossiping quietly.

There's no way around it; this scandal is huge, and it involves them.

The thirteen Auror families led the Aurors and Strikers in a rebellion against the Magical Congress, and overnight, the situation changed completely...

The problem is, both sides are called Aurors—if the president of the Magical Congress on one side is overthrown, what will the Minister of Magic on the other side think?

In particular, Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour, the current head of the Auror office, is young, energetic, and even has some of the flair of Mr. Crouch.

Previously, everyone was saying that Mr. Crouch might give Minister Fudge a surprise in the next election, but now, suddenly, there seems to be one more contender—oh no, two…

They're always eager to see a good show and not afraid of things getting worse—the national circumstances are different. The British Aurors don't have the concept of thirteen families, and the power to strike is firmly in the hands of the minister.

If it weren't for disciplinary reasons, they would even bet that Minister Fouché would secretly investigate which one...

"Breaking news! Minister Fauci arrived at work with dark circles under his eyes!"

"Mr. Scrinker doesn't look good either!"

"Mr. Crouch looks like he hasn't slept all night; he's not in good shape at all!"

The Aurors' exceptional intelligence-gathering abilities allowed these firsthand tidbits to spread like wildfire throughout the Auror offices. While the occurrence of such an event on the other side was surprising, it was merely surprise—across an ocean, could they really fly over and invade?

To reiterate, if it weren't for the Aurors' rigorous training and discipline, gambling could be set up in the Auror's office right now.

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The fact that Aurors don't gamble doesn't mean that others don't have the idea of ​​gambling.

While William was catching up on his sleep, Hogwarts was already in complete chaos.

A coup d'état might have a significant impact on the American magical community, but it was no different for the British magical community—what truly sparked discussion among students was Bertha's speech, a testament to her trust in the Magical Congress.

Wizards of all generations have had differing opinions on the Law of Secrecy, and this disagreement is even more pronounced at Hogwarts.

There are quite a few opponents, but also a lot of supporters.

Students from the same or different colleges, upper and lower grades alike, were all curious about the contents of the newspaper, and then everyone started to have their own version of the story—when it was brought up again, it was as powerful as ever, prompting countless wizards to ponder its contents.

In the afternoon, as William began preparing to teach the fifth-grade class, a student named Seamus Finnigan suddenly raised his hand. William looked at the Gryffindor student in surprise. "Finnigan, do you have a question?"

"Professor, have you read today's newspaper?"

"Today's newspaper? You mean the Daily Prophet's articles about those attacks on the secrecy law?"

William smiled. "If that's the case, I know a little bit about it—but are you sure you want to waste your precious time before the OWLS exam listening to something that has nothing to do with your exam results?"

"Of course, Professor!"

A cacophony of voices erupted; it was the first time William had ever seen so many bold students.

"Okay, I'll go into a little detail, but there will be an extra worksheet as homework—anyone object?"

Neville seemed eager to raise his hand, but ultimately withdrew it amidst the eager gazes of those around him, much to William's secret amusement. "Then it's settled. Let's talk about the speech. What do you want to know?"

"I!"

Seamus's Gryffindor spirit is particularly abundant today.

"I find her words a bit strange, but I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong, Professor!"

"I agree. I think her view is absolutely correct. There are too many restrictions imposed by the secrecy law!"

"No, no!"

"..."

Seeing that the students were about to start arguing, William had no choice but to pull out his wand and let a gust of cold wind blow in through the front window, lowering the temperature of the overly noisy classroom.

"It seems everyone has slightly different ideas... It's clear you all intend to persuade the other side..."

"But I find it a bit strange—what do you think your support or opposition can change?"

"What good will your support or opposition do?"

He looked at the students and said, "Furthermore, before you rashly decided to support or oppose something, did you understand what happened and what the process was like?"

How much do you know about the causes and consequences of what happened in the United States, and what the events were like?

"How much do you know about the resume of that Ms. Bertha, the current president of the Magical Congress of the United States?"

"Do you know what she went through to get to that position?"

How much have you inquired about?

He tapped the blackboard. "I remember I've been teaching you for almost a year. When have I ever taught you that you can judge whether something is right or wrong just by taking one example?"

【investigation】

The word appeared as William tapped the blackboard.

"The Daily Prophet simply published a speech, and you've made such a fuss about it."

"Exceptional wisdom is humanity's greatest treasure! Think carefully about what happened, observe what they did, and then decide whether you want to support them or even join them!"

"Learn to make your own judgments, and don't let someone's simple comment lead you to overly presumptuous opinions about a thing or a person!"

"Don't trust words, trust logic, trust judgment, and learn to grow on your own!"

"Self-defense techniques not only protect your personal safety, but also your curious hearts that still don't fully understand the world!"

"Learn to protect yourself and don't be fooled by this or that kind of rhetoric!"

Seeing that several students below still had somewhat dazed looks in their eyes, William could only shake his head.

“Take our course as an example,” he said, glancing around the classroom. “Okay, that’s it—I think Harry is the best student in fifth year because he can successfully use the magic he has learned to protect himself and has never lost a duel in nearly a year of fifth year.”

The sudden praise made Harry feel his ears burning – he never expected to receive such praise from the professor.

"Uh—no, that's not right."

On the podium, William suddenly changed his tune, "I now think the best student is Miss Hermione Granger, because she has never been stuck on theoretical knowledge, and she has mastered the most anti-curse techniques and magical styles. She has received a lot of points from me, and she has crushed Harry in most courses."

"Okay, now here's the question: which statement do you think is correct?"

"Professor, this is different!"

The students below began to whisper among themselves.

"They are different, but not by much—once you understand this, you will know what your support and sides were all about in the beginning."

Chapter 584 Recruitment?

"Ugh…"

Another sigh came from Fudge's office.

Everyone could tell that the minister was in a bad mood today, but no one dared to say it out loud.

Because everyone knows what Minister Fouché is worried about—but can this topic be brought up openly? Wouldn't that be a blatant slap in the face to the minister?

A mutiny in the Auror office across the ocean, the headmaster of the magic school becoming president of the Magical Congress—if it can happen there, it can happen here too. But can this be compared to something else? Can this connection be made?

Fortunately, the Ministry of Magic had no shortage of people to handle things. After racking his brains for half an hour, the assistant finally found a way to solve the minister's problem.

"What, a job opening?"

Fudge looked at his assistant, lifting his head from his desk. "What time is it? You're hiring?"

“We’re too busy dealing with international relations right now. Albus is even busy visiting friends while corresponding with me. Everyone is busy with all sorts of things in the magical world. You want me to go to Hogwarts to recruit?”

If it weren't for the assistant's usual thoughtfulness, he would have even wanted to fire him—the entire magical society is in turmoil right now, and this guy actually wants to go to Hogwarts to recruit?

“It’s precisely because things are so chaotic right now that you need to project a calm and composed image to the public,” the assistant said, spouting a lie he himself didn’t quite believe, but he didn’t intend to use that to convince Fudge. “It can’t be a batter or an Auror or anything like that, so the public doesn’t think we lack confidence. My personal suggestion is that we hire a group of chefs and expand the department’s canteen.”

Fudge was almost amused by this ridiculous statement—what kind of time is this to expand the Ministry of Magic's dining hall?

Believe it or not, he could be torn to shreds by the public.

With the front lines in dire straits and the rear enjoying a feast, such a major event has occurred in the magical world, and the Ministry of Magic is expanding its dining hall? What a joke! If this gets reported by other media outlets, what will become of his image?

“Here’s what I’m thinking, Minister. Our department’s meals have always been rather inconsistent. Some eat at small restaurants around here, some eat at Muggle restaurants, and some simply eat at home. Although the department has a canteen, firstly, it’s not big enough, and secondly, the food isn’t that great, so…”

If you want something good to eat, why don't you go to a restaurant outside? The Ministry of Magic's dining hall has bad food—that's only natural, they don't hire people based on their culinary skills…

and many more?

Fudge suddenly realized what his assistant meant.

So he didn't interrupt, but let his assistant continue.

"You see, going out to eat is such a waste of time. If we could all eat in the department, it would naturally improve everyone's work efficiency... and delicious food would certainly boost everyone's enthusiasm... In addition, I think if you could eat with the people in the department more often, everyone's morale would definitely improve."