Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Once the hype dies down, regardless of the investigation results, simply announce that the conflict was caused by two groups of outside fans acting under deliberate manipulation. To give the public an explanation, the director of the International Magical Cooperation Department, who failed in his duties, will be dismissed, and the Auror on duty will have a month's salary confiscated.

Once the matter is settled, Auror will receive double the salary as compensation, and his position as director will be filled by one of his own!

That solves the problem perfectly!

Percy shook his head repeatedly after hearing this, "That's not right!"

No apology, no compensation, just making up excuses to get by—how can the Ministry of Magic do things like this?

"Let me explain it to you in detail."

Jimmy understood Percy's naiveté, so he carefully explained why he handled things that way, breaking it down and making it clear to everyone.

"What is the biggest impact of the unrest at the Quidditch World Cup organized by the Ministry of Magic? It is that both domestic and international audiences are questioning the Ministry of Magic's ability to organize large-scale events! If the Ministry of Magic apologizes for this incident, it means that the Ministry of Magic is admitting its failure."

Since this is a failed Ministry of Magic, no major sporting events will be able to be held in Britain in the future, the current minister's resume will be tarnished, and public distrust of the Ministry of Magic will increase.

Even the staff within the Ministry of Magic think that the Minister of Magic is a useless person. They have lost their respect for the Minister, and losing respect is equivalent to losing power!

Therefore, apologizing means losing everything!

Percy was shocked. "Is...is that so?"

Not quite. Jimmy continued his analysis: "After the chaos subsides, the Ministry of Magic must immediately state that the Aurors are investigating. This will make the public believe that the Ministry of Magic is taking action. Then, through newspaper propaganda, the public's attention can be directed to the fans themselves, ignoring the Ministry of Magic's mistakes!"

We can talk about the ongoing investigation occasionally. It would be best if we could catch them, but I don't need to tell you how difficult it is to catch a dark wizard who is plotting to cause trouble.

If the investigation is prolonged enough, an ordinary wizard will forget about the incident and become attracted to new events.

Just when people were beginning to forget the Quidditch World Cup riots, the Ministry of Magic announced that the investigation revealed a conflict between two groups of players. Then people wouldn't think it was the Ministry's fault, but rather that the two groups of players were causing trouble!

"Isn't this lying?" Percy was clearly not used to such a novel public relations method. He felt that this behavior was full of hypocrisy and lies, which made him, who was still quite honest, uncomfortable.

"You're being foolish!" Jimmy scolded, looking at him with exasperation. "The Ministry of Magic's function is to maintain the balance and stability of the wizarding world. You need to make wizards living in Britain feel protected by the Ministry of Magic, not create an incompetent one!"

Of course, problems with the Quidditch World Cup shouldn't go unpunished. You could use the Quidditch World Cup as an excuse to legitimately dismiss the Director of the International Magical Cooperation Department and replace him with your own person.

By publicly announcing the forfeiture of Aurors' wages, and then privately compensating the penalized Aurors, one can maintain a satisfactory explanation both publicly and privately.

When the public sees that even a high-ranking official like the director has been removed, and that the Auror can punish someone so easily, doesn't that make the minister seem strong-willed and highly capable?

The new director in charge is one of our own, and the Aurors owe you a favor. They not only gained control of the International Magical Cooperation Department, but also won the allegiance of a large number of Aurors!

Percy was completely dumbfounded. The wisdom in those few words was no greater than that of the book "How Prefects Gain Power".

Percy was completely convinced and knelt down before the enigmatic Jimmy, saying, "Please teach me, sir!"

Chapter 194 The Train Back to School

"I will teach you the methods to gain power. When you rise to a high position in the future, you will need to do me some favors!"

With a kind smile on his face, Jimmy sat upright in his chair and laid out his conditions to Percy, who was eager to learn.

Percy, thirsting for power, nodded repeatedly without hesitation and said, "Please teach me, sir!"

“Okay!” Jimmy helped Percy up and instructed, “There should be quite a few people in Hogwarts who want to work in the Ministry of Magic. You can find those who want to climb to a high position. When we get back to school, I will give you all unified training. You need to have your own power base. Hogsmeade, my shop, second floor.”

Having found his guiding light, Percy, now brimming with confidence, was filled with hope for the future once more. "Yes, Professor!"

"Just call me sir."

"Good sir!"

……

Waaaaah!

The whistle of a steam locomotive rang out in the station, signaling its imminent departure.

The platform was packed with parents dropping off their children at school. Molly Weasley, clutching a mouse, ran wildly along the train carriage, shouting Ron's name.

Ron leaned halfway out of the car window and took Banban from his mother's hands.

"Let's go inside and find a seat. By the way, it seems like there are more freshmen this year than in previous years?" Jimmy said casually, turning his gaze away from Banban.

Due to the rapid development of humankind in recent decades, the population has experienced explosive growth, and the number of wizards worldwide has also seen explosive growth.

Hermione, the little teacher, was online again, explaining to the others: "In the 13 years from 1980 to now, the world's total population has increased by 11 billion, so the number of wizards must also be increasing!"

"How much?" Ron seemed to have heard something unbelievable. "What did you say? Are you sure this is an increase? 11 billion?"

“I don’t know much about it, but there are definitely a lot of ordinary people.” Harry’s knowledge of population was also limited, but he knew that there were many people in the world.

This is the first time I've heard that the number is increasing by more than 100 million every year.

Hermione was used to the ignorance of Muggle society among those born into wizarding families: "If you study hard in Muggle Studies class, you'll know that there are 55 billion people on Earth right now."

“55 billion?” Ron’s expression was quite interesting; he was deeply shocked.

Jimmy smiled and urged, "Hurry up and find a seat, or it'll be full."

The train's space did not expand despite the increase in students; the location of each compartment remained the same as before.

Six younger students can sit in the room, but five older students would feel cramped.

The others had already found private boxes, but they missed their turn because Ron was looking for Scabbers, so they had to follow the motorcycles all the way to find them.

In the end, they only found a relatively empty compartment near the front of the car, with only a man sleeping with his head covered by the window.

Hermione glanced at the private room, stopped, opened the door, and said, "This is fine, the other places are all packed."

The chairs are spacious enough that even one more person could squeeze in without any problem.

Only Jimmy was cautiously scanning his surroundings, feeling that there was an old man with a white beard lurking on the train plotting something, but upon closer inspection, it didn't seem necessary to care.

Instead of worrying about this and that, it's better to follow your own pace.

He's definitely got his hands on Peter Pettigrew!

The four entered the private room. Jimmy sat in the middle of the two rows of seats on the left, Hermione was by the door, and Harry was in the inner seat.

Ron had plenty to eat and drink, was developing well, and sat with the sleeping man.

He glanced curiously at the man whose head was covered and asked, "Who is he?"

Hermione glanced at the briefcase above and said, "Professor RJ Lupin."

"Miss Know-It-All knows everything!" Jimmy praised, giving her a thumbs up.

Giving nicknames is considered bullying in Western cultures, but when said by a friend, it carries a teasing tone. Hermione simply rolled her eyes slightly.

Harry smiled, then got up and closed the carriage door, separating the noise outside from the hustle and bustle inside.

They were talking about Sirius Black, while Jimmy closed his eyes and used his annual epiphany opportunity, crossing his arms and bowing his head to rest, actually entering the epiphany space.

It was still that same white, misty space, still on that golden toilet, Jimmy maintained the posture of a thinker, his thoughts beginning to wander, while trying his best to maintain his purpose.

I need a potion that can permanently increase a wizard's resistance to spells... a potion that can permanently increase resistance to dark magic...

After muttering about potions to increase magic resistance for a long time, he suddenly thought of Lockhart, whose magic resistance was frighteningly high due to the ancient magic he had taken.

However, those were all bestowed by ancient totem magic, a kind of magic somewhere between spells and bio-alchemy, with a unique system of inheritance. Now, only some similar totem magic remains in Waggadu, Africa.

Rocket!

Rockets!

Jimmy's epiphany ended abruptly when an image of a muscular rocket displaying its biceps suddenly popped into his mind.

His eyes snapped open, and a deluge of knowledge about potions was flooding in!

With lightning speed, Jimmy reached into his pocket, pulled out several notebooks, and tossed them into the air.

He then threw out several more automatic quill pens, which floated on the notebook and began writing rapidly, startling the other three people in the carriage.

"What's wrong with you all of a sudden, Jimmy?" Hermione's eyes narrowed as she stared at the rapidly fluttering feathers, then glanced into the notebook, where she saw unfamiliar simplified Chinese characters.

Jimmy was acting strangely, keeping two notebooks for recipes, two notebooks for production ideas, and a handwritten notebook for additional knowledge and material handling methods.

He made the most of the lump above his eyes and on his forehead, and suddenly had an inspiration—he thought of a magic potion recipe!

Suddenly, the train slowly slowed down with a screeching sound.

Bang!

Ron, who got up to check the situation, was thrown back into his seat. The lights on the train went out, and panic engulfed both inside and outside the train.

Jimmy finished recording the new potion, exhaled, put down his pen, and put all the data back into his pocket before he had time to examine his current state.

"What happened?" Hermione looked around in confusion, then cautiously drew her wand. "Could it be a dark wizard attack?"

The same train, the same sudden lights going out—it's hard not to think of a black wizard attack in such a similar scene.

Ron, propping himself up, nervously swallowed. "Will a dark wizard really attack this train?"

After watching them analyze for so long, why couldn't they figure out that there were more than four people in the carriage?

Jimmy pointed speechlessly at the corpse-lying Professor Lupin and said, "Isn't there a professor here? Why don't we just wake him up and have him deal with it?"

The others all looked at Professor Lu Ping, who was sleeping in the corner. It wasn't that they didn't want to wake him up, but they felt it wasn't good to disturb someone while they were sleeping.

They didn't arrive at Rems-Lupin until the air grew cold and a dark figure appeared from the right side of the car door.

Chapter 195 Arrival

A chilling aura seeped through the closed glass door into the private room, so cold that their breath turned into white mist. Through the faint light of the rainy night outside the window, they saw a tall, thin, dark figure standing in the doorway.

No, it doesn't have legs at all; it's floating in mid-air!

Ron was trembling with fear, and Hermione, who was seeing something so bizarre for the first time, couldn't help but back away.

The room was freezing cold, and the car windows were covered by a layer of white fog. Ron clearly recognized what was outside the door and shrank into the corner in fear, waking Professor Lupin, who was sleeping with his head covered.

He couldn't stay asleep; with such intense pressure, Lupin couldn't even pretend to be asleep.

"Hmm, what's going on?" Lupin lifted the old overcoat covering his head, looking around in a daze as if he had just woken up, and said to the four people, "Oh, hello there!"

Professor Lu Ping's face looked like that of a weathered, thin middle-aged man with unkempt hair, but with a warm smile on his face, making him the kind of person who was approachable.

The professor's awakening slightly eased the terrifying atmosphere in the private room.

Jimmy pointed to the Dementor that was slowly opening the door and said, "Professor Lupin, look there! Such a huge Dementor is standing there. It's time to show your students what it's like to be a professor. Go for it!"

After neatly folding the trench coat that was covering him, Professor Lupin, with a helpless smile, drew his wand and aimed it at the Dementor who had opened the door. A beam of white light shot out from the tip of the wand, and the Dementor was sent flying backward as if it had been hit by a truck.