The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"minister!"

Cornelius Fudge, in a striped silk robe, stopped. There was a deep and indelible tiredness on his face: In the past two days, the magical incidents in the British Isles have doubled than usual, and clues about the fugitive Sirius Black have also poured in like snowflakes. The whole Ministry of Magic was in turmoil.

The Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division and the Division of Magical Accidents and Disasters were already running at full speed, but as soon as they dealt with one incident, a new disaster would pop up. As for Blake's news, it was usually some scruffy bum.

Many people are accusing Fudge of not revealing the matter to the Muggle Prime Minister, and it turns out that the Muggles have not helped a lot, but have caused a lot of trouble. And their help ends there: the Muggle Prime Minister's biggest concern right now is not a fugitive from the wizarding world, but the general election.

All of this put Fudge under tremendous pressure, and he felt like his nerves would snap at any moment. But even so, when he saw the face of the visitor clearly, he cheered up and showed a smile: "Good afternoon, Lucius, what kind of wind brought you here?"

Lucius was still with smooth blonde hair, wearing an elegant high-end custom black wizard robe, and holding a cane in his hand. At this moment, he said angrily: "Minister, just now, my son was arrested at Hogwarts. A hippogriff was scratched!"

Lucius was very angry, his hands were tightly on the cane, and his knuckles were turning white.

"My son was scratched by a beast!"

Fudge pondered for a while: "Wizards' rights are paramount, since the hippogriff scratched your son, just send a few people over to execute the beast, why did you come to me? Wait a minute? , why is there such a thing at Hogwarts? Is your son entering the Forbidden Forest?"

Fudge's way of thinking is very simple. He thinks from the perspective of a wizard. In his eyes, a hurting hippogriff and a biting dog are a concept - both should be eliminated, if the dog owner is an ordinary people's words.

"It's not that my son, the heir to the noble Malfoy family, has no way of going to the Forbidden Forest without permission. He was taken by the new professor of the protection of magical animals, Rubeus Hagrid!" Lucius saw Fudge His attitude was like this, and he couldn't help being overjoyed. He was going to immediately apply to accompany the executioner to Hogwarts and behead the Hippogriff that caused the accident.

"Ah this... It turns out that the person who took over as Professor Keltbourne was Hagrid," Fudge's expression became unnatural, "I have an impression of him, he is a big man..."

Now Fudge is like a traffic policeman who finds someone who shouldn't be investigated for drunk driving. He is a little anxious: Hagrid knows too well that if it's just Hagrid's animals causing trouble, he will kill him, but he will kill him. Everyone knows that behind Hagrid is Dumbledore! Would it annoy Dumbledore by dealing directly with the hippogriff?

In the current situation, angering Dumbledore is obviously not a good thing. Fudge needs Dumbledore's fame to maintain the International Wizarding Guild, and he needs him to help him deal with a series of disasters - catch Sirius by the way.

Fudge hesitated.

"Minister, I'm going to apply for the executioner..."

"Wait, Lucius," a deep voice came from behind Fudge, "If I remember correctly, Hagrid seems to have the right to appeal? We can't just put him to death according to the procedure."

Fudge was refreshed, and he was relieved to see the trusty Kingsley standing behind him: Well done Kingsley! It's as if Fudge has found a life-saving straw: Yeah, how can you do something out of order?

However, there was a sweet and greasy voice behind Kingsley: "The matter is urgent, and if the Minister wants, then he can be executed directly. The Minister of Magic has great power!"

It was a short witch like a toad who was speaking. She was standing behind Kingsley, blocked so tightly that neither Fudge nor Lucius saw her.

"Oh, no, just follow the procedure!" Although Umbridge's words made Fudge happy from the bottom of his heart, he still did not dare to openly admit what he was thinking, "I'm just a humble social tool, yes Servant of English wizards, don't break the rules, Lucius, you have to fight Hagrid first."

Lucius, who had hit a soft nail, was a little unhappy, but he didn't say anything. In his view, putting it into legal means equals his own victory, but it is only delayed by a few months. How could a rude half-blood giant win the head of a pure-blood family in court? Whether it is his connections or his knowledge of the law, Lucius trumps too much.

Fudge's remarks are very beneficial to Lucius.

"Okay, then I'll wait to see him in court." Lucius nodded, grabbed his cane and left. He was extremely efficient, Malfoy was scratched in the first class in the afternoon, he found Fudge in the second class, and Hagrid had been notified by the Ministry of Magic and the school board before dinner.

...

After dinner, Harry Ron and Neville went to Hagrid's cabin before it was too late. When they knocked on Hagrid's door, they found that Hagrid had been drinking a lot.

"It's over, I'm probably about to break the record - no teacher in the history of Hogwarts has ever been expelled for just one class." Hagrid said in a loud voice after trying to identify the guest.

Somehow, the brown-haired girl from Ravenclaw came to Harry's mind, and if she was here, she would tell them who the shortest-tenured professor in Hogwarts: A History of the School was. Bar?

Fortunately, after careful inquiry, they realized that Hagrid's words were just drunk, and the school has not given him any punishment at present - but he needs to fight a lawsuit with Lucius.

"It's all my fault~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I put my stance too big, I should put the hippogriff in the back, and get some Frober caterpillars before school starts..." Hagrid was pitiful said, and at the same time wanted to take another sip of wine, but was stopped by Harry.

"It's not your fault, you're just trying to teach us a great lesson," Harry reassured.

Ron said angrily, "It's all the fault of that idiot Malfoy, isn't it?" He took Hagrid's glass and emptied it outside. "You drink too much, Hagrid."

Hagrid was silent for a while, burping.

"I'm looking for Professor Dumbledore. I hope to take a period of time off so that I can concentrate on preparing for the lawsuit against Lucius." Hagrid made up his mind.

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