Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

But the weird thing is...

Above this row of labels, both ancient and nearly modern.

The second half of their labels, which symbolizes the [prophetic content]... are the same.

On that same label, there were only three simple phrases written.

Descendants of the Four Great Ones

And

All living beings

May Day leave request

May Day is Labor Day - online writers are also working people!

The author has been writing for a month now, so I'm taking a day off today. (Excited)

While taking a day off, I can also sort out the outline for the second year!

Of course, I will continue to make 10,000 yuan a day this month.

Chapter 155: Qilin offers its horn, the secret of the blood circuit!

Two days later.

Inside the Silver Linden Welfare Home.

The children are still playing happily.

Ryan was still sitting at the edge of the playground, with a cake and a cup of caramel coffee beside him.

He held a letter in his hand.

It was a letter from Cedric, and the content was obviously about what happened two days ago.

He began the letter with a sincere and serious expression of his gratitude to Ryan.

"I heard what happened in the Department of Mysteries from my father, Ryan... You don't know how grateful I am to you and Master Newt. You saved my father and saved everything for me - I can hardly imagine what would happen if I lost him..."

"Thank you, Ryan."

Cedric wrote with such sincerity that Ryan saw the handwriting was very dark at this point in the letter.

Then, Cedric began to talk about the Ministry of Magic.

"The meeting on the new rules for magical creatures was cancelled, and my father was transferred - Fudge was originally going to convict him, but many people spoke up for him..."

Ryan secretly breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Mr. Amos's situation was just as Dumbledore had guessed.

And then, Cedric mentioned Mr. Amos's final destination.

"Barty Crouch Sr. interrupted Fudge's interrogation and suggested sending my father to the Department of International Magical Cooperation. He planned to put my father in charge of liaising with the French Ministry of Magic. You must have heard... the Triwizard Tournament might be revived next year or the year after... The Department of International Magical Cooperation is very short-staffed."

This situation was obviously beyond Ryan's expectations.

Did Barty Crouch Sr. finally secure Amos Diggory?

He frowned, thinking of Dumbledore's judgment.

The headmaster agreed with Ryan's guess. He thought there might be other hidden secrets behind Barty Crouch Jr.'s 'death'.

But he did not think that Barty Crouch Sr. had thrown himself into the arms of Voldemort.

It seemed contradictory, but now it seems... Barty Crouch Sr.'s style was indeed contradictory.

And when Ryan recalled carefully, he also found a problem.

That was two days ago, when he pointed out the existence of 'Barty Crouch Jr.' and Fudge's attempt to frame him.

From beginning to end, old Barty Crouch was silent.

He could have joined Fudge in accusing Ryan, but he remained silent - as if he had nothing to say.

"wack..."

With this in mind, Ryan made a simple comment.

Then he continued reading the letter.

"Although my father has not been convicted, the Ministry of Magic is still conducting a security investigation on him. This will last for about half a month..."

"My father and I are restricted from going out because of this, but Uncle Auror, who is in charge of the investigation, has a good relationship with my father, so I was able to write to you and Mr. Ollivander."

Cedric briefly explained his situation, which made Ryan understand why he wrote a letter to express his gratitude.

"Besides that, Uncle Arnoll also revealed... Fudge seems to be pushing for the interrogation of you and Dumbledore - but the resistance is so great that it is almost impossible to succeed."

"At least the Wizengamot has strongly rejected his proposal. I heard that Professor Griselda Marchbanks even publicly called him a 'clown who only knows how to play politics.'"

"That sounds fitting, doesn't it?"

This part of the letter didn't surprise Ryan either.

Obviously, just as Dumbledore said in the conversation two days ago - as the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, Fudge obviously could not really do anything to him with just these unfounded means at the moment.

But in the end, Cedric was still obviously a little worried.

"Although the Wizengamot did not approve Fudge's application, I heard that many newspapers received instructions from the Ministry of Magic... Father said that he might be planning to frame you and Dumbledore. You'd better be careful next school year..."

After writing down these concerns, Cedric finally mentioned his recent situation.

"I've recently been studying the hair you sold to Mr. Ollivander, as well as some of the wand-making techniques of the Ollivander family. I think I've got the hang of it..."

From the tone of his letter, Ryan judged that his wand-making skills had obviously improved greatly recently.

"Finally, say hello to Friday for me."

"Yours faithfully, Cedric Diggory."

After reading the letter, Ryan wrote a reply and gave it to Monday.

"You've gained a lot of weight recently, so it's a good time to exercise."

he said with a smile.

"Cuckoo!"

After hearing this, the owl glared at him in dissatisfaction, then flew away with its heavy body.

After the owl left, Ryan fell into deep thought again.

"The war of public opinion... Fudge's tactics are pretty much as expected. He'll definitely target the Saints."

"By the way, doesn't Mr. Scamander's sister-in-law have a good relationship with the Saints? I wonder if he has any connections to get the Saints to issue a statement or something like that?"

he muttered.

Of course, this idea is just an idea.

Because Ryan knew very well that no evidence was needed to frame a group of people with a long history of crimes.

Even if the Saints clearly declared that the dark wizards who attacked the British Ministry of Magic had nothing to do with them - Fudge only needed to say 'Grindelwald's supporters cannot be trusted' to gain the moral upper hand.

"However, since the Wizengamot rejected Fudge's request for interrogation, the latter will definitely not give up."

"From what I've seen, Fudge might be planning to work with the pure-blood families in the school to stir up trouble next school year... Maybe I should write to Pansy and ask if she's received any relevant news..."

And just as Ryan was thinking about this.

"Brother Ryan!"

Little Daisy came over at this moment.

"Ms. Pera asked me to tell you that an old man came to visit you—his name is Newtu..."

"Is it Mr. Newt Scamander?"

"Yes, yes, that's the name!"

So Ryan quickly stood up from the playground.

"You have the cake, Daisy—but not too much, and the coffee... well, I'll take it myself."

"By the way, can you please tell little Andy a message..."

He generously shared the cake with the little girl who was obviously drooling at the moment, and then walked towards the reception room of the welfare home amid the latter's cheers.

When he entered the orphanage, he saw Newt Scamander talking to Ms. Pella with an awkward look on his face.

"You can make croissants the Muggle way? That's pretty cool - I thought wizards didn't know anything about that."

"Well, actually wizards don't really know these things... I didn't know them either... but I have a friend... Jacob who is very good at making bread..."

"Master Jacob Kowalski?"

Ryan heard Ms. Perla's voice become higher-pitched.

"The owner of the 'Gourmet Magic Bakery'? Oh my God—he's the baker I admire the most... I never thought he was also a wizard?"

"Oh, no—he's a Muggle, but his wife is a wizard... and their grandson is a wizard... Little Hammer just started at Ilvermorny last year."

Judging from the content of the conversation, Ryan speculated that the source of everything might have started with the croissant in front of Newt at this moment.

Soon, both Newt and Ms. Pella noticed Ryan's arrival.

"Ryan, you're here."

Ryan saw that Newt was visibly relieved - his personality clearly made it difficult for him to deal with someone as enthusiastic as Ms. Perla.

"Oh, Ryan - then you guys chat first... I'm going to make some cakes and come back later. It's a good opportunity for Mr. Scamander to taste my cooking skills!"

Then Ryan saw Newt getting nervous again.

And after Ms. Pera left.

Ryan and Newt also sat down at the small table in the living room.

"How have you been these past two days, Mr. Scamander?"

Ryan asked with a smile.

"Oh... not bad."