Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

Ryan began to scan his surroundings.

"A total of... 65 Aurors? Add in Fudge, Madam Burns, and Barty Crouch Sr.... How long will it take to deal with them all?"

He thought seriously.

There was no doubt that if his thoughts at this moment were known to others, he would definitely be called the biggest outlaw in history - he actually wanted to attack three high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic and more than sixty Aurors at the same time!

of course.

Ryan felt that his four teachers, especially the Gryffindors, would definitely applaud and praise him.

"Well - with my current magical power... ten minutes should be enough... If Mr. Scamander is willing to help me, the time can be cut in half."

And when Ryan came to the conclusion in his mind and was about to take out his wand.

"Wow!"

Accompanied by the clear cry of the phoenix and the burning flames.

Fawkes and Albus Dumbledore, dressed in a light blue wizard robe, appeared in front of everyone.

At this moment, the principal's expression was very gentle.

"Oh, Ryan, and Newt—long time no see."

He looked at Ryan and Newt Scamander and smiled gently.

"Nice to meet you guys... How have you been?"

He said it lightly.

"not bad."

So Ryan stopped touching his wand.

He shrugged lightly: "Until today, there have been no troubles."

Newt's expression was very strange at this moment.

"I knew it... Dumbledore, nothing good will happen if you're involved."

He muttered so.

Obviously - he also smelled the smell at this moment, and the situation was obviously a little wrong.

And to be honest, this feeling was all too familiar to him.

Decades ago, in Grindelwald's time... Dumbledore had deceived him countless times, and every time he felt the same way as he did now.

He felt like he was riding on the tide of the times, with a huge force behind him pushing him forward.

But after hearing this, Dumbledore showed a hurt expression.

"Oh, Newt—that's so sad... You were my favorite student..."

"Oh, shut up! Dumbledore!"

So, Newt's expression became more subtle - he was allergic to this sentence!

Seeing this situation, Dumbledore did not continue to tease him.

He simply turned his head and looked at Cornelius Fudge in front of him.

"Connelly-Dees told me what happened today... Sorry, I seem to be a little late."

He looked at Fudge, but his voice lost its lightness and became serious.

And Fudge naturally knew who the 'Diris' he was talking about was.

Direes de Winter - He was the headmaster of Hogwarts from 1741 to 1768. Before becoming headmaster, he was one of the founders of the Ministry of Magic.

His portrait can be found in both the Ministry of Magic and the Hogwarts Headmaster's Office...and it is obvious that it was he who reported to Dumbledore what happened in the Ministry of Magic today!

"Oh, Albus... I'm so glad you came, we were just discussing Ryan..."

And Fudge also forced a smile at this moment.

"I know, Connelly."

But Dumbledore interrupted him at this moment: "I believe that Sirius Black's escape from prison had nothing to do with Ryan, and the same is certainly true of what happened today."

he said softly.

But it was obvious that Fudge had no intention of giving up.

"But—Ryan said the leader of the attackers was Barty Crouch Jr., and that he left the Department of Mysteries by Apparition. This obviously doesn't make sense..."

He said so.

"Maybe I saw it wrong."

But Dumbledore interrupted him again.

"Ryan is very young - he has never met Batty Jr. Maybe he just mistakenly recognized him, or the other party just used some kind of deception."

He shrugged. "Besides... Cornelius, I don't think you should doubt a little wizard who is so eager to help."

"At the same time, I must point out that perhaps you should investigate how the attackers entered the Ministry of Magic... Delis just told me that when he was in office, the Ministry of Magic would not be easily broken into by dark wizards."

Dumbledore said calmly.

Then Ryan saw Cornelius Fudge's face change.

"What...what do you mean, Albus?"

"Are you accusing me of being unqualified to be Minister of Magic?"

His voice became anxious, as if something he had been worried about had finally happened.

"You want to protect him? Because he's your student?"

When he said this, his words were almost a question.

But at this moment, Dumbledore just looked at him.

There was sadness and disappointment in those blue eyes.

"You were once my student, too, Cornelius."

"I still remember you before—a sweet and reliable child. The Sorting Hat put you in Hufflepuff... Of course, that was the best choice."

He spoke softly, his words tinged with nostalgia.

That's right.

Albus Dumbledore is 110 years old.

He has been teaching at Hogwarts for more than 80 years, and Fudge is only about 60 years old now.

So in fact, a point that is easily overlooked is that when Cornelius Fudge was studying at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore was one of his professors.

But obviously.

Fudge himself had long forgotten these things.

Or maybe he hadn't forgotten.

He just doesn't care anymore.

"What do you mean by this, Albus?"

His face flushed.

"What are you trying to say - I went to Hogwarts, so I have to obey you?"

Then Dumbledore stopped looking at him.

"Of course not, Connelly."

He calmly looked at Fudge's face, which was now almost hideous - he could hardly see the shadow of the gentle little wizard from Hufflepuff who always had a smile on his face.

Power is always so intoxicating and makes people feel unfamiliar.

"This has nothing to do with Ryan."

Then Dumbledore's voice hardened.

"What evidence do you have..."

Fudge was about to speak.

But Dumbledore interrupted him again without mercy.

"No, Minister Fudge."

He looked at Fudge, his sky-blue eyes gleaming with magic.

"I don't need to provide evidence."

he said calmly.

"I'm just stating the facts."

As he spoke, he took something out of his arms.

It was a medal with a dark purple ribbon.

The medal is golden in color, with obsidian-like black and mithril-like silver hues around the edges.

In the center of the medallion is the symbol of an M - it is suspended between two scales, with a magic wand piercing it in the center and thorns surrounding it.

And everyone recognizes that thing.

That was the badge of the Wizengamot members - something only the most prestigious group of people in the entire wizarding world possessed.

The medal in Dumbledore's hand had the words "Chief Wizard" clearly written on it.

At this moment, Dumbledore gently hung the medal on his chest.

The reliefs of the scales and wand rose and fell slightly with his breathing, as if a long-sleeping old lion had finally opened an eye.

Then...

The lion opened its mouth and roared.

"Lian Elias and Newt Scamander were not the masterminds or participants in this attack."

Dumbledore said softly.