Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

Dorje squinted his eyes and looked at the illusory light door shining in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, three people walked out of the light door.

The person in the lead was thin, although his originally disheveled hair had been neatly taken care of.

But Duoji still recognized it at the first word.

This is the wanted criminal, Sirius Blake!

Following Sirius was a man with a hooked nose wearing a black wizard robe and long greasy hair.

He also knew this man, he was the former Death Eater that Bledo had rescued.

Snape is now the Potions Professor at Hogwarts.

Dorje noticed the metal cage Snape was holding...

Behind Snape came a middle-aged man.

This man, Duoji had met in Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, seemed to be named Remus John Lupin.

I think he was the one who helped escort Peter Pettigrew.

Three people and a mouse came out of the light door.

Dumbledore moved his hand.

The metal cake on the ground flew back to his hand.

Even the light door disappeared.

Dorje sighed softly.

"No wonder you're not worried at all."

"Fudge...this time he made a completely wrong calculation..."

Fudge originally mobilized most of the Aurors and strikers in the Auror Office to set up an ambush outside.

He also noticed something.

I was very worried at first.

But now it seems...

Worry about the hammer.

Dumbledore didn't even go through the main entrance!

It was sent in directly!

"But...what is that? You can actually..."

Dumbledore smiled and pocketed the item.

"Ephias, I know you may be interested in this thing."

"But I think "360" still needs to seize the time to resolve this matter.

"Everything, I will tell you in detail after this matter is over.

The sooner the trial is completed, the sooner everyone can feel at ease.

Duoji nodded quickly and said: "What you said is..."

"But..." Duoji blinked at Dumbledore, "Now, the chief judge hasn't come yet.

Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief, "Then... someone has to inform him..."

The presiding judge in this case was Fudge.

However, although he initially fought for the position of chief judge.

But he knew that this position could not completely influence this matter.

Therefore, the King of Batuu was placed on Scrimgeour and his Aurors.

As planned, without Dumbledore present.

There were so many Aurors and Strikers trying to catch Sirius whose Animagus was exposed.

It’s simply not too simple!

Therefore, he never thought about being the chief judge at all.

Therefore, Fudge is still sitting calmly in his office, drinking coffee and reading the Daily Prophet.

He didn't even change the clothes of the presiding judge, so he was calm and calm.

Thinking that he could finally suppress Dumbledore.

Fudge's mood became very good.

So good that Kingsley didn't even knock on the door when he came in, and he wasn't angry.

"Mr. Minister, you have to change your clothes quickly."

Kingsley held the purple Wizengamot wizard robes and hat in his hands.

"What clothes should I change into?" Fudge looked at the clothes in Kingsley's hands, a little confused.

Scrimgeour had just told him that Sirius hadn't appeared yet.

If the parties involved don't show up, the court won't open. So what kind of clothes should I, the chief judge, wear?

"Because the trial is about to begin, Advisor Dorje sent someone to rush it."

Fudge frowned and said: "A court session? No one is here, so what kind of court session is there? This old guy Duoji seems to be confused!"

"In fact... Mr Minister, Sirius and Peter Pettigrew, have arrived.

"Pfft!" Fudge squirted all his coffee onto the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"What did you say? What do you mean arrived?"

"That's it...Sirius Blake and Peter Pettigrew have arrived at the Wizengamot Tribunal."

When he said this, Kingsley tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise crazily.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I have so many Aurors and Strikers! How did they get in?" Fudge said angrily.

"Kingsley! This joke is not funny at all!"

Kingsley shrugged, "Mr. Minister, I don't think Dumbledore and Duoji would joke about this kind of thing... because it seems disrespectful to you. 17

Fudge opened his mouth and his face turned dark.

Could it be that they really infiltrated the Ministry of Magic through some unknown method?

Or... there's someone from Dumbledore among the Aurors?

Then those moles let Sirius and the others in?

It seems like this is the only possibility!

However, it is necessary to hide Scrimgeour and let Sirius in.

How many people would have to obey Dumbledore's orders?

There is a more terrifying possibility, that is, it is not the Auror under his command who is a traitor.

It was Scrimgeour who was being obedient to him!

Thinking of this, Fudge's originally fiery heart suddenly turned cold...

I originally thought that the power under my hand was monolithic.

Now it seems that it is even leakier than a sieve!

Fudge's lips trembled, and he finally took the clothes in Kingsley's hands without saying a word.

"I'll come later..."

"Reveal quickly!"

"call!"

"Ouch!"

A loving, fat, bald, middle-aged man fell to the floor of the Wizengamot Tribunal.

"Hiss...it's really Peter Pettigrew!"

Some of the Wizengamot members who recognized Peter exclaimed.

There was a burst of discussion in the courtroom.

Just now, Dumbledore released Peter Pettigrew from his cage.

Then he used his powerful Revealing Spell to lift his Animagus state.

As a result, Peter Pettigrew reappeared in front of the public after more than ten years on the run.

At this moment, the door to the trial court was opened.

A livid Fudge strode in.

"Dumbledore! How dare you start the trial before I've even arrived?"

"No...Connelly, we have not started the trial. In fact, I am just sorting out our evidence while waiting for you...well...and preparing our witness

Dumbledore's tone was very flat, so flat that it made Fudge's hair stand on end.

As soon as he made eye contact with Dumbledore, Fudge's heart skipped a beat.

He actually felt like he could hardly breathe...

Why hadn't he noticed before that Dumbledore's eyes were so terrifying?

Fudge pursed his lips, and then his eyes passed over Peter Pettigrew.

My heart suddenly became cold...

When Peter Pettigrew, a dead man, appeared in the court of justice very unreasonably and alive.

There is no more suspense in this case...

Fudge suddenly felt a sense of regret in his heart.

He realized he might have been too impatient.

If this was a favor to Dumbledore...

It's a pity that it's too late now. He really has to suffer from this dumb loss!

Thinking that he had to spit out all the good things he had just taken into his mouth and give them back to Shafiq.

Fudge was so distressed that he couldn't breathe again.

"...Therefore, I pronounce...that Sirius Blake is not guilty..."

When Fudge gritted his teeth and read out the sentence, his face was livid.

With Dumbledore's adequate preparation, there was no suspense about the outcome.

Sirius was acquitted on the spot and all wanted warrants were cancelled.

The Ministry of Magic had to pay Sirius a large sum of gold galleons as compensation....

He also wanted to publish an article in the Daily Prophet to restore Sirius' reputation.

As for Peter Pettigrew, because of his own bad behavior.

Plus Dumbledore's operations.

Directly sentenced to a "dementor's kiss"

This is equivalent to a death penalty!

After hearing the verdict, Peter Pettigrew was frightened and fainted in court.

After Fudge finished reading the verdict, he didn't even look at Dumbledore.

He strode out of the courtroom with a livid face.

"Look...I told you a long time ago that Fudge is not a good candidate, but you didn't believe it at first.

Dorje leaned in front of Dumbledore and said.

"Sigh... It seems that my ability to judge people is really not that good..." Dumbledore also shook his head.

At this time, he was also very disappointed with Fudge.

In fact, he didn't care too much whether Fudge helped him or not.

What he cared about was that Fudge had not become an upright Minister of Magic.

"Haha, Albus, now it's time for you to tell me what that little thing of yours is, right?"

Dorje glanced at Sirius, who was hugging Lupine and laughing wildly, and asked with a smile.

At the same time, the surrounding Wizengadar members also joined in.

After the light door appeared just now, Sirius appeared.

So, they are all very interested in this little thing.

Dumbledore took out the small thing and remembered that morning two days ago.

That day, he happened to finish breakfast.

I saw Blake and Professor Babling walking into his office with a pair of dark circles under his eyes...

Then he got a detailed alchemical blueprint, as well as several finished products...

When Blake told himself, these little gadgets he called teleporters...

It can replace his dimensional gate to a certain extent and realize fixed-point teleportation.

Dumbledore even doubted whether he heard correctly.

But it turned out that Blake wasn't lying.

It is such a small metal cake-like thing, but it can transport people and objects to each other at will like a disappearing cabinet.

Moreover, it's not just two teleport points that teleport to each other.

As long as the teleportation points are marked with each other, they can teleport to each other just like Floo fans!

This is much easier to use than disappearing cabinets and fireplaces!

Although Blake said that this was only a beta version, Xi could not open and close it at will like the dimensional door.

However, for Dumbledore, this was also an incredible creation.

The most important thing is that the alchemy blueprint, even with his alchemy level, can successfully create this kind of teleportation point according to the blueprint!

Moreover, the required materials are not rented.

On average, a teleportation point requires about thirty gold galleons in materials.

This number is really nothing compared to the functions of this gadget!

With Dumbledore's mind, he certainly knew why Blake would drag Professor Barbling along and make such an amazing alchemy product so urgently.

This is what this child is worried about. When he begins time travel where his life or death is uncertain, without his dimensional door, the people around him will become very inconvenient.

As for dragging Professor Barbling over, Dumbledore's understanding was that there was one more person who had witnessed the entire manufacturing process.

If he really doesn't come back in the future, there will be one more person who has a deep understanding of this alchemical product...

This child is now trying to leave useful things for his friends and relatives around him...

What a good boy...

"Albus? What's wrong with you?" Dorje asked quickly when he saw Dumbledore stunned.

"Oh...it's nothing..." Dumbledore wiped his slightly wet eyes.

"Don't be too pretentious, what is this little thing?" Dorje asked.

Dumbledore looked around and saw the curiosity in everyone's eyes.

"This little thing is called a teleportation point. It is an alchemical product made by a child."

Dumbledore paused and continued:

"The boy's name is Blake Blake Dumbledore!"

"Yes, that's my child."

Dumbledore puffed out his chest, his eyes full of pride

"Baker... take this bag and help me put it away. Remember, you must put it away!"

In the Room of Requirement, Blake handed a bag to Baker, the house elf.

"Yes! Master Blake! Baker will protect it with his life! No one can take it away from Baker's hands!"

After being emphatically told by Blake and feeling trusted, Beck screamed excitedly.

"No...Baker, I asked you to keep this bag so that you can take the contents to the appropriate person at the appropriate time."

Baker's big bat-like ears stood up, "I wonder, Master Blake, when and to whom do you want Baker to give the contents of the bag to?"

0.4 "The items in the bag have been divided into categories. When the time comes, just give them to the corresponding person according to the names inside."

"As for when...Baker, if one day you suddenly can't find me in this world, you can hand over the contents of the bag.

Blake said solemnly.

Beck's eyes widened in confusion.

"Beck, Beck doesn't understand what Master Blake means.

Blake put her right hand on his left shoulder.

"No...Beck, I know you already understand."

"Master Blake...Master Blake won't..." Baker was about to cry.

"Beck, remember what I said, and you don't need to worry about me, I will be fine." Blake said confidently.

"That's great!" A happy smile immediately appeared on Baker's face again. "Beck knows that Master Blake will be fine!"

"Remember, don't tell anyone about this, it's a secret between you and me." Blake said solemnly.

"Beck understands. Beck will keep the secret until the situation that Master Blake said arises."

"good."

After Baker left, Blake turned around and looked at the bare land in the Room of Requirement.

He has completely transplanted those magical plants into the giant magical plant collection bag he made.

Only bare land that had been planted with plants remained.

“Since we no longer grow things and raise magical animals, it’s time for the Room of Requirement to change its appearance.

The next second, the Room of Requirement started to move.

The bare land was turned up and transformed from dirt into a pattern of exquisite floor tiles.

The surrounding scenery also suddenly changed.