"This... We really don't want to see this kind of thing." Fudge knew he was in the wrong, so he could only bite the bullet and forcefully defend himself, "But the Dementors also have their reasons for having to enter the Quidditch field..."
"Just yesterday morning, the Dementors suddenly delivered a message to the staff of the Ministry of Magic - they found traces of Sirius Black during their patrol, near the Quidditch field of Hogwarts!"
As he spoke, Fudge's tone gradually became more confident, as if he had convinced himself that the Dementors' invasion of the school was justified.
"Oh?" Dumbledore looked over coldly and said indifferently, "Mr. Minister, can I understand your meaning to be that the Dementors have discovered criminals around a group of professors including me?"
"In that case, I would like to ask, Mr. Minister, do you want to say that the professors of Hogwarts are not competent enough to find Sirius Black who is so close, or do you want to say that the professors are in collusion with the criminals and protect the criminals to watch the Quidditch game?"
Dumbledore's sharp words made Fudge break out in sweat again.
Hogwarts is the talent training base for the entire British wizarding community. There are too many wizards who have warm and deep feelings for this school. As the Minister of Magic, if he dares to belittle the professors of Hogwarts without reason, he will face severe public pressure!
Just when Fudge was in a dilemma, the other witch following him took a step forward and revealed an ugly and sickly sweet smile.
"Hasn't Headmaster Dumbledore heard that different people have different abilities?" She said in a coquettish tone, "When it comes to catching criminals, Dementors are obviously better than the professors who stay in the school all year round to teach."
"Who are you?" Dumbledore frowned at the witch who interrupted him.
"Dolores Umbridge," the witch said with a look of exaggerated pride, "Assistant to the Minister of Magic and Senior Under-Secretary to the Ministry of Magic."
"Okay, Madam Assistant," Dumbledore repeated grimly, "Am I to understand that you think the professors at Hogwarts are incompetent or are shielding criminals?"
"Oh! I'm not denying the position or ability of the Hogwarts professors," Umbridge said in a fuss, glancing meaningfully at Dracula on the sofa, "Of course, we can't rule out the possibility of some idiots among them..."
Dracula didn't know how the target was shifted to himself. He shifted his attention from the Sorting Hat in his hand to the witch named Umbridge next to Fudge with interest.
However, after only one look, the Earl, who had thousands of years of experience and great strength, almost vomited...
Umbridge is not young at all. She has a broad, flabby face, but she wears a very "girly" pink suit with a fluffy pink sweater on the outside. Her short curly hair has a small black velvet bow...
This shape looks like a toad with a pink bow, and it is the kind of thing that even Neville's Rifle would not bother to mate with.
It's okay that she's ugly and her clothing is so contrasting that it can easily scare people, but the key point is that the voice of this female toad is a very shrill, clip-like sound, as if she's pretending to be a teenage girl, but in fact she sounds like an underdeveloped old hen.
Dracula took a deep breath and subconsciously waved his hand, instantly exerting a powerful force on the pink toad, pushing her out of the principal's office door and hitting her heavily on the railing of the spiral staircase outside.
This was not enough, he waved his hand again, closed the door of the office, locked out Umbridge's eye-catching image, and opened all the windows.
A strong wind blew in from the window, shaking the books, candles, and even the tables and chairs in the principal's office, for fear that there was still any smell left from the ugly monster in the space.
"Huh... That should be about right now." The strong wind outside the window blew for a full minute, and Dracula finally breathed a sigh of relief and let the strong wind stop.
Fudge happened to be standing next to a window in the principal's office. The strong wind that lasted for a minute blew his hair and clothes into a mess like a chicken coop, and also confused the minister's mind.
He was just feeling lucky that he brought an assistant with him to act as the bad guy who spoke ill of him, otherwise he would have no way of dealing with Dumbledore's verbal attack.
However, in the blink of an eye, this extremely aggressive assistant was thrown out the door, and none of the expected functions could be fulfilled...
We are all civilized people, why do we just start fighting
"I need an explanation, Dumbledore!" Fudge looked at Dumbledore angrily while adjusting his clothes and hair. "You attacked senior officials of the Ministry of Magic without reason. Do you want to violently defy the Ministry's investigation?!"
"What's the reason? I have a very clear reason, okay?" Dracula sneered, "Just now, that pink-skinned toad seriously polluted my eyes and ears, and even affected my mood for the whole day! Isn't this reason clear enough?"
"What kind of excuse is that? You are defying the authority of the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge's face turned red with anger.
Of course, it wasn't because of Dracula's act of throwing Umbridge out the door or the toad's comment. He actually thought the name was quite descriptive... He was angry because of Dracula's attitude of ignoring the rules of the Ministry of Magic.
"Using insulting words to insult Ministry of Magic officials is already a crime!" Fudge said loudly, "Sure enough, only someone like you would go against the Ministry of Magic's rules and kidnap Ministry of Magic employees!"
Fudge already knew that it was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts who had had a conflict with the Dementors, and he also knew that only the headmaster and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor were waiting for them in the headmaster's office today.
So of course he also knew that Dracula was the professor who kidnapped the Dementors.
"Minister Fudge, Professor Dracula was only defending himself against the invasion of Dementors. It is not as serious as you said." Dumbledore defended Dracula. "In addition, if Professor Dracula had not acted in time, there might have been a bigger riot on the Quidditch field."
"What I want to know is, who approved those Dementors to enter Hogwarts?"
He took the opportunity to change the subject to another direction, staring straight into Fudge's eyes with a sharp light in them.
"This... This is also for the safety of the savior." Without Umbridge by his side, Fudge began to stumble again, and even forgot about the opportunity to attack Dracula.
"It's rare for the Dementors to find Sirius's trace. In an emergency, I didn't notify anyone here separately and temporarily approved their request to enter Hogwarts." He said anxiously.
"But it was precisely because of the Dementors that the Savior almost fell from a high altitude and lost his life!" Dumbledore said coldly, "Harry Potter is still lying in the school infirmary because of the influence of the Dementors."
"This..." Fudge stood there in a daze, feeling a sense of fear.
If the Boy-Who-Lived had not died at the hands of the wanted criminal Sirius Black, but instead had run into trouble because of the Dementors, then his time as Minister for Magic might have really come to an end.
And it's not just a matter of how his term as minister ends. If something really happens to Harry Potter because of his wrong decision, then he will probably become a sinner in the wizarding world and remain in the history of wizarding world for future generations to despise!
Fudge shuddered and was stunned for a long time, not knowing what he should say to save the situation.
Just then, a tall, bald, dark-skinned wizard walked up from behind Fudge and patted him on the shoulder.
"Leave it to me, Mr. Minister." The wizard said in a deep and slow voice.
"Kings is here? Wait, you are here only for security, you'd better not interfere in political affairs..." Fudge looked at the black-skinned wizard beside him with a puzzled expression.
In his opinion, the wizard beside him named Kingsley Shacklebolt was just an Auror captain with little political skills. It was enough for him to come along and be responsible for security. As for the negotiations and other matters, they should be left to the Minister of Magic and his assistant.
However, before he could finish, Kingsley Shacklebolt spoke first, neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Principal Dumbledore, we acknowledge that Dementors may make some mistakes in their work, and the Ministry of Magic would like to apologize to you for these mistakes." He said calmly, in stark contrast to Fudge's panicked expression.
Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, and made a gesture of invitation, indicating that Kings should continue.
"The Ministry of Magic did make some mistakes, but that doesn't mean the professors at Hogwarts can deal with the employees of the Ministry of Magic privately." Kings glanced at Dracula and continued, "Of course, I can understand Professor Dracula's behavior. After all, no professor wants his students to have any problems."
"So our idea is that both sides will compromise - Professor Dracula will return the Dementors he has personally captured to the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic will not appeal Professor Dracula's attack on Ministry officials."
"Wait, isn't this inappropriate?" Fudge glanced outside the door subconsciously and whispered in Kingsley's ear, "Are you really not going to prosecute someone who doesn't take the Ministry of Magic seriously? The prestige of the Ministry of Magic will be damaged."
"Believe me, Mr. Minister, we won't be able to do anything to Professor Dracula even if we prosecute him." Kingslai also responded in a low voice, "I guess his strength is close to the level of a great wizard. My personal opinion is that it is not advisable to cause too much conflict."
Then, without waiting for Fudge's response, Kingslai continued:
"In addition, we agree to further curb the behavior of Dementors and prevent situations like yesterday from happening again as much as possible. Is this okay with you, Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Dracula?"
"That's a good idea." Dumbledore smiled and nodded slightly.
Dracula looked back and forth between Dumbledore and Kingsley several times with a meaningful look in his eyes, and finally fixed his gaze on Dumbledore's face.
Dumbledore also noticed Dracula's gaze, so he tilted his head slightly and nodded slightly.
Dracula understood, turned to look at Kings, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Okay, I agree."
As he spoke, he casually pulled a piece of parchment from Dumbledore's desk and folded it several times, folding it into a small paper box.
Then, Dracula raised his hand and lightly tapped the cardboard box. A traceless stretching spell was instantly cast, and the space inside the cardboard box was immediately expanded to the size of a villa.
He opened his palm again, and a silver moon condensed in front of his palm and slowly pushed into the paper box.
After the silver light completely sank into the box, Dracula threw the box to Kings.
"All the Dementors you want are in here." He said, and waved his arms as if to drive ducks away. "You two can leave now. I won't be so easy to talk to next time!"
Kings took the box in a panic and looked inside the box with Fudge. Sure enough, they saw groups of Dementors floating listlessly in the box. They didn't know how many there were, but it seemed like a lot.
"A random cardboard box, used to cast the Traceless Extension Charm...?" Kingsley and Fudge were shocked, and it seemed as if their brains were shutting down.
Shouldn't a dangerous spell like the Traceless Extension Charm be carried by something sturdy enough? Would a piece of parchment that I just picked up be safe from damage
They were too lazy to hold Dracula accountable for his illegal use of the Traceless Extension Charm, so they could only carefully hold the cardboard box, say goodbye to Dumbledore and Dracula, and leave the headmaster's office.
Both Fudge and Kingsley were afraid that the fragile paper would be damaged, releasing a large group of Dementors inside and exposing them before their eyes.
"Kingsley, you did very well today." Fudge praised Kingsley as they walked along the road. "It's a waste of your talent to just be an Auror Captain. Scrimgeour is in need of a deputy. Are you interested in becoming the Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?"
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"Is that Auror captain your man?" After all the officials from the Ministry of Magic had left, Dracula looked at Dumbledore and asked with a smile.
"As expected of Professor Dracula, you discovered it so easily." Dumbledore nodded helplessly, "To be precise, Kingsley is a member of the Order of the Phoenix. I hope you can keep this secret for us."
"I'm not interested in spreading this kind of thing around." Dracula chuckled. "No wonder, after pressing Fudge step by step, your tone suddenly softened when the Auror Captain spoke."
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