Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

"I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, do this as a guarantee."

"Innocent people should not be questioned. I will take them away."

He spoke with authority.

His light blue wizard robe fluttered, like a statue of a god.

"You can try to stop me, or... go find the right answer!"

After that, he waved gently to Ryan and Newt.

Then, he strode towards the exit of the Department of Mysteries.

And now...

"..."

Whether it's old Barty Crouch, Amelia Burns, or the Aurors.

They didn't dare to have any intention of blocking the way, but quietly made way.

Especially Cornelius Fudge—his plump hands clenched so tightly they almost turned his skin white.

He knew better than anyone what was happening at the moment.

He set up an elaborate chess game for Ryan and Dumbledore.

He thought he had left no loopholes in this game of chess.

No matter how Dumbledore and Ryan responded, he could drag the other into the abyss.

but now...

Albus Dumbledore didn't play chess at all.

He simply flipped the chessboard.

Just like the scene at this moment - when Albus Dumbledore read out his full name, truly using the prestige and reputation accumulated in his legendary life of nearly a hundred years to guarantee others.

Even high-ranking officials of a country's Ministry of Magic, even the most powerful group of people in the world, can only give in.

No one dared to stand in front of such a Dumbledore!

But obviously...

"you..."

Fudge was still unconvinced at this moment.

He seemed to want to say something else.

But the moment his eyes met Dumbledore's.

"Uh..."

All his words were stuck in his throat.

He had never seen Dumbledore look like that before.

No longer kind, no longer gentle, no longer yielding and merciful.

There seemed to be a lion hidden in those eyes.

So, at this moment, Fudge felt unprecedented fear and pressure.

He suddenly realized - although he was wary of Dumbledore's prestige.

But in reality, the latter never really broke off relations with him.

But starting today, things are clearly different.

His carefully planned conspiracy awakened the sleeping old lion - the latter bared its fangs and roared at him for the first time.

"..."

So Fudge also silently gave way.

He found that he suddenly seemed to regret it.

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Chapter 154 The Sands of Time, a prophecy concerning all living beings!

There was no obstruction in leaving the Ministry.

Most of the Ministry of Magic employees were not even aware of the debate taking place in the Department of Mysteries - they just watched Dumbledore, Lion and Newt leave with surprise and admiration.

Newt even found time to retrieve his suitcase.

After leaving the Ministry of Magic, the three of them found a place to sit down.

"He's worthy of being Headmaster Dumbledore. He easily accomplished something that others couldn't. Fudge's expression just now was truly remarkable."

Ryan picked up the coffee in front of him and put in a few sugar cubes.

"Oh, don't be so mean, Ryan."

Dumbledore looked curiously at the strange black drink placed in front of him: "People always make mistakes. Cornelius did something wrong - but he actually..."

He seemed to want to explain for Fudge, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with any reasonable explanation.

So in the end, Dumbledore chose to give up.

"At least he didn't have the Aurors cast a spell on you directly."

He said reluctantly, then raised his hand to try and grab a few sugar cubes as well.

"Oh, I wish he did."

Ryan said casually, stopping Dumbledore in his puzzled gaze. "Just drink this stuff as it is, Headmaster—adding sugar will ruin the taste."

So, Dumbledore, who was a sweet tooth, looked at Ryan in confusion.

“Will adding sugar ruin the taste?”

He asked incredulously.

"Yes."

Ryan nodded seriously. "Although I also think sugar cubes go well with all drinks, and the more you add, the better the taste...but this drink is an exception—it's very special!"

"Oh? There is such a thing?"

Then Dumbledore's face became serious, as if he had heard of an incredible and important event.

"Then I must taste it."

He raised the cup, looked at the bubbles rising from it, and said with interest, "Oh, that's interesting. I almost thought it was a magic potion."

"Actually, the Muggles do call it the 'happy potion' - Coke is a very popular product lately."

Lion smiled, so Dumbledore took a sip.

Then, the old wizard widened his eyes in surprise: "This taste... is really unique..."

He muttered, then took another sip with interest. "Oh, I'm kind of obsessed with it. Where can I buy it? I mean... I actually have some Muggle currency..."

"you two..."

At this moment, even Newt, who was usually known for his dullness, said helplessly.

"I just escaped death from a conspiracy. I thought you would discuss something more important!"

"Of course! In fact, what I'm saying now is very important - Newt."

Dumbledore looked serious.

"You have to understand that a few small hobbies mean a lot to a centenarian... He wouldn't want his candy box stolen, and he wouldn't refuse to try something new."

He said this, glancing at Ryan.

The latter just pretended not to see it.

Ryan looked at Newt and said with a smile, "Regarding your mention of escaping death, Mr. Scamander, I think there is someone else who escaped death."

As he spoke, he stroked the white cat on his shoulder.

Looking at the smiling faces of the two foxes, one big and one small, Newt shook his head helplessly.

He thought to himself that it was a pity that Grindelwald was dead, otherwise he would definitely tell him that "Dumbledore's favorite student" was now someone else.

But then he stood up.

"I have to go."

"Hmm? Why don't you stay and chat about today?"

Ryan raised his eyebrows.

"No, no—I'm old and don't like to get involved in troublesome things, and Tina won't let me get involved."

Newt glanced at Dumbledore and said, "Thanks to someone, I already fought a Dark Lord in my youth... I'd better leave the task of dealing with the other one to the younger ones."

He waved his hand, obviously not interested in getting involved in trouble.

"Now I just want to spend my retirement with my wife and old friends."

After saying that, he looked up at Ryan and said, "Ryan, about Friday—I remember you said you lived in an orphanage?"

"Yes—Silver Lime Tree Welfare Home..."

Ryan gave the address of the Silver Lime Tree Welfare Home.

"I'll come visit in two days."

So, Newt nodded.

He turned around and hurried away with his suitcase.

"Mr. Principal..."