Hogwarts: Comprehension is against the sky, strength is flying bricks

The pale-faced Malfoy thought he had ushered in the second crisis of his life.

The first time was in the women's restroom.

Afterwards, he was deducted fifty points for his Slytherin, a full fifty points!

The reason is absurd, because he has to go to the women's bathroom regardless of the risk of his life?

The second time was this time.

But Malfoy felt that he really couldn't escape this time.

Oga came over with a smile.

Pull out the long knife on Malfoy.

Pull Malfoy up.

He patted Malfoy on the head.

Said.

"It's okay, Malfoy, you can go."

Malfoy pointed to himself in amazement.

Then nodded frantically.

Turn around and run without saying a word.

As if he was afraid that Oga would repent.

At this time, Oga spoke.

"That's right, Malfoy."

Malfoy was struck by lightning.

Thought.

"It's over, really won't you let yourself go..."

"Do you see what is in the palm of your hand?"

Malfoy was startled.

Spread out Ogara's own hand just now.

Hermione, Harry, Ron and Hagrid also came over curiously.

I saw a sign in the palm of Malfoy's hand.

The sign is on a black background, and in the middle there is an angular Chinese character - "le".

And exudes an aura of magic.

Malfoy came from a pure-blood family and knew a good part of that man's history.

Seeing this sign, something immediately came to mind, something extremely terrible!

"Black, black, black devil..."

Malfoy's voice trembled.

Then Oga put the index finger of his right hand to his mouth.

Compared to a silent pose.

Malfoy let out a cry.

Crying and running away.

Oga looked at the four people around him with strange eyes.

Oga scratched his head.

Muttered to himself loudly.

"Why is Malfoy's heart so poor that he put a sticker on his hand and ran away crying?"

This is the truth.

The Malfoys, for Oga were like chicken bones.

Food is tasteless, and it is not a pity to abandon it.

Because Oga is not a person who likes to play tricks.

He had no interest in the boring task of using the power of the Malfoys to leverage the Ministry.

There was absolutely no need to give Malfoy the Dark Mark something like that.

So he casually used Transfiguration to change an ordinary sticker, and while shaking hands, he pasted it on Malfoy's hand.

"And I use sand to change it casually, and then it will turn back into sand later."

"No matter how much Malfoy examines it, he can't detect the traces of the imprint, won't he be more afraid."

Oga thought to himself.

Over there, Hagrid was also the one who had seen the Dark Demon Mark.

Hesitantly walked towards Oga.

"Oga, you just, what was that?"

Hagrid asked Oga cautiously.

Oga also came back to his senses.

Acting very puzzled.

Road.

"Stickers, Hagrid."

"Haven't you seen stickers?"

Then he clapped his palms and said.

"Oh, I see, you want one too."

After speaking, Oga casually conjured up the same sticker again and handed it to Hagrid.

Hagrid remained silent on the surface, and gasped fiercely inwardly.

"Haha, it's good, it's good-looking."

Hagrid smiled awkwardly.

The little dragon over there sneezed, and a few sparks spewed out of its nose.

......

That evening.

The night is quiet and the moon is dark and windy.

Over the next week.

Malfoy always felt that Oga had been staring at him maliciously.

Deeply frightened.

This continued until Saturday.

Malfoy hadn't seen Oga for a whole day.

And where did Oga go at this time?

The answer is that Oga sneaked out of Hogwarts to attack the Ministry.

Today is a Saturday.

Instead of giving the big guys a holiday, Fudge worked an extra day.

Bored, Fudge sits at his desk, enjoying the thrill of holding power.

But suddenly I heard a rumble downstairs, as if it was the sound of a wall collapsing.

Then a few more booms.

Fudge was stunned, this is, someone called in?

Then he smiled.

"How is that possible? This is the Ministry of Magic. "

Just as Fudge was laughing.

A sound I've never heard before.

"Where's Fudge?" "

From the Magic Law Enforcement Division downstairs.

The smile on Fudge's face froze.

A voice that sounded terrified came.

"In, on the first basement floor, upstairs."

By the way, the Ministry of Magic is underground.

"Thank you."

It seems that the intruder is very polite.

Then Fudge listened carefully.

There was silence downstairs.

"What to do, what to do?"

Fudge panicked.

Watch the elevator slowly ascend.

Fudge's inner panic was even higher.

Fudge ducked behind the desk and clenched his wand.

Watch the elevator slowly ascend....

It's not that Fudge doesn't want to destroy the elevator.

It's this Ministry of Magic's elevator, and Fudge himself can't blow it up.

The elevator continues to ascend.

For Fudge, this was probably the hardest few seconds.

And then a "ding" sound

The elevator arrived.

Fudge looked nervously at the slowly opening elevator door.

Until the elevator doors are fully open.

It was empty.

Fudge was stunned.

"Has the intruder been stopped?"

Suddenly.

"Thinking about me?"

A voice sounded behind Fudge.

"Aaaaah!"

Frightened, Fudge took a few steps back.

A pure white robe floated in front of him.

No missing feet, no missing face.

Oga was very caring not to expose himself to prevent getting into trouble at Hogwarts.

"Oga, you are so gentle!"

Oga himself thought so.

After thinking about it, Ojia stepped forward, waved his hand, and floated Fudge.

Now Fudge became Fudge.

"You're Fudge, Minister of Magic."

Oga said as he walked.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Fudge panicked inside, and his heart beat seven up and eight times.

"Since the other party killed him, but did not kill himself, then he must be useful as a minister."

Listening to the other party's answer yes, I made sure that I didn't find the wrong person.

Oga very gently put Fudge on the chair, in front of the table.

With another wave of his hand, a piece of paper, a pen flew in.

Fudge felt an incomparable panic in his heart.

"What does the other person want to do? Take my power? "

At this time, Fudge was still thinking about this kind of thing, as if being seized of power was the most terrifying thing for him.

Don't wait for Fudge to think about it.

Oga spoke.

"Minister Fudge, what I'm asking for is simple..."

Fudge swallowed.

"Only..."

Oga said slowly.

Fudge's eyes rolled straight.

"Order the dragon to be free, then I will let you live."

“？"

Fudge's eyes widened.

"You hit layer by layer and slaughtered all the members of the Ministry of Magic, just for this?"

By the way, Fudge at this time thought that there were no more living people downstairs.

And they were all wiped out in an instant.

Otherwise, the other party would not have hit him, and he knew it by listening to the movement when he hit downstairs

Oga saw that Fudge was stunned and did not move the pen.

Displeased.

"Why, you don't want to do this?"

Fudge was shocked when he heard this, and quickly began to write.

Oga nodded in satisfaction.

Road.

"Okay, then your Ministry of Magic will strictly carry out this order."

"If I hear that someone is restricted from raising dragons."

Ogga's hood stretched out, almost sticking to Fudge's head.

Fudge felt the hot smell of sulfur creeping into his nostrils.

"I know who you are and where your home is, and I can easily type the first time, and I can call the second time."

Fudge nodded hurriedly.

Oga turned around satisfied, ready to leave.

Fudge saw that Oga had no ill will towards him.

Summon up the courage to say to Oga.

"May I ask you, Your Excellency?"

"Oh?"

Oga turned his head when he heard this.

Fudge felt the eyes under the hood staring at him.

Then Oga reached out to take off his hood.

Seeing this, Fudge screamed and hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands.

"Your Excellency, I was wrong, I was wrong, I should not have asked such stupid questions."

"I know the rules of Your Excellency's industry, I will die when I see the true face, I don't look at it!"

Originally, Fudge just wanted to ask for a code name like "Voldemort" and "Mysterious Man".

But I didn't expect this Your Excellency to be so extreme, and he would kill people when asked.

"Take your hands off."

Oga secluded road.

"I really don't ask, I really don't ask!"

Fudge yelled.

"I count five."

"Aaaaah!"

"Five."

"Four."

Fudge over there, there is a big horror between life and death.

He chose the simplest way to respond.

Weep.

Fudge actually cried spinelessly?

"Cry, cry is also time."

Ogaga's voice reached Fudge's ears faintly.

"Three."

"Two"

"One!"

The countdown is over.

Fudge only listened to a sound of wind.

Frightened, he hurriedly took his hand away.

"I look, I look."

"I promise I will never say the slightest thing about Your Excellency."

"No, Your Excellency, let me join you..."

This is the only way Fudge came up with to save his life.

The voice fell.

One breath, two breaths....

There was silence in front of Fudge.

"Gone?"

Fudge opened his eyelids slightly in confusion and with luck.

Then Fudge fainted.

He finally understood where the sulfur smell he had just smelled came from.

Only before the meeting the man took off his hood, no, it was not a person.

Because under the hood is a huge dragon head, which is swallowing flames.

Oga looked at Fudge helplessly.

Hate iron is not a steel road.

"The entire Ministry of Magic, you are the most wasteful!"

"Why do I wear a hood, isn't it to pretend to be a dragon?"

Well, Oga showdown.

Hiding your identity is to pretend to be a dragon.

The method is also very simple, the psychology of the phantom spell mutant is just stealth in the mutant.

Essentially just an illusion.

After speaking, he was puzzled and went up and gave Fudge two feet.

"My speech on dragons liberating dragons, what a reasonable thing, prepared for a full night!"

"You just screwed me up like that!"

Still uncomfortable.

Oga went up again and gave Fudge a few more kicks.

After Oga left, I don't know how long, Fudge woke up slowly.

"Haha, I must have had a nightmare."

"How else would you dream of a dragon in human form attacking the Ministry?"

Then look at the mess in the office.

Silence for a moment.

Fainted again.

And I don't know how long.

The members downstairs, the Aurors, and the others finally got rid of Ogaga's fainting mass version.

By the way, Oga came up from the first floor of the main hall downstairs, which was very polite.

Hurriedly went upstairs to take Fudge to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries.

The next day, Hagrid looked at the Daily Prophet with a strange face.

"Did Fudge's brain twitch?"

"Suddenly renovating the Ministry?"

"And suddenly open the freedom to raise dragons?"

Fudge said that he originally wanted to ban dragons as magic materials.

However, after severe protests from all sides, it did not pass.

Fudge also worried about this for weeks.

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