The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Until an hour later, the sound of fierce fighting was still heard in the old house.

This is Sirius fighting Moody.

Or to be more precise, it was Moody who beat Sirius unilaterally. After all, although Moody was disabled, the alchemy prosthesis still endowed him with great strength.

This scene made Harry and the others very anxious. They wanted to fight, but they were thrown away by Sirius and Moody. They used magic spells and were afraid of accidentally hurting them, so they could only use words to persuade them.

Hermione was smarter, and she turned her eyes to Link for help.

It's a pity that Link didn't have the idea to stop the fight.

In his opinion, Sirius' action against Moody was more like a continuation of self-punishment. After all, because of Regulus' relationship, the pain in Sirius' heart was almost overflowing.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Link. It is very good that he can tell Sirius the truth, otherwise Sirius will never understand what an outstanding person his brother is until he dies.

Shaking his head, Link was about to return to Forli Castle.

But at this moment, Sirius, who had already been beaten into a pig's head by Moody, suddenly rushed over, completely ignoring Arkham's threat, and hugged Link's arm.

"What do you want to do?"

Link said coldly, a distorted black light was shining on the tip of the ebony wand.

Link hated any physical contact with Sirius in any sense, and he promised that if Sirius couldn't come up with a reasonable reason, he would definitely replace Moody and satisfy Sirius' desire to punish himself.

When it comes to torturing people, the power of the curse can be said to be the most suitable.

"Link! Don't!"

Moody also rushed forward to prevent Link, a dangerous element, from really doing something to Sirius.

But Sirius turned a blind eye to all of this, he grabbed Link's arm vigorously, his body trembling and said:

"Regulus can't just carry the notoriety of Death Eaters like this! He is a true hero! More people need to know about this! I need...need you to prove his name! Please...please... ..."

"no!"

Moody yelled again,

But Link, like Sirius, ignored him at all.

Link just looked at Sirius quietly. After fully feeling the firmness and pleading in Sirius' eyes, Link sighed and said:

"Can."

"What are you thinking, Link!? You can't do that!" Moody gritted his teeth, "This will expose us! Once the Death Eaters react, all our previous efforts may be in vain!"

"But Regulus Black is a real hero! I think he is worthy of a first class Medal of the Order of Merlin!" Link said in a high voice, "Of course, there will be some operations involved, and there will be some cost."

"All the costs will be borne by me! As long as you can help Regulus prove it, even if I have to pay everything!"

Sirius said firmly, and while speaking, he also took out a simple key from his pocket.

This is the key to the Black family vault in Gringotts.

Link glanced at him coldly and said:

"I'm not blackmailing you. When I say cost, I mean time cost. As Professor Moody said, now is not an appropriate time."

"Then when will we wait?!"

boom--

As soon as Sirius finished speaking, as soon as Link raised his wand, Sirius was thrown away by an invisible force, and fell heavily to the ground.

"You don't have the right to bargain with me, and I don't owe you anything."

Link said coldly.

Under his icy gaze, Sirius finally seemed to wake up a little bit.

He struggled to get up, endured the severe pain and nodded to Link:

"This is my fault, thank you for ignoring our past grievances and helping me again."

Hearing that Link didn't speak, he just nodded silently.

He has no interest in staying here any longer.

"Apparition!"

Waving his wand, Link silently recited the address in his heart, accompanied by a familiar sense of dizziness, the scene before Link's eyes had become the foyer of Forley Castle.

"Master! You are back! The lady and the lady are having dinner."

The house elf, Little Button, greeted him graciously and said.

By the way, he was going to take Link to the restaurant, but they were walking halfway when Mrs. Foley and Emily had already walked out.

"Link, are you having fun with your friends?"

Mrs. Foley said with a smile, and helped Link to press down the restless hair on his head while talking.

Just as Link was about to say something, he saw Emily posting it, pulling Link by the neckline and starting to smell it.

Arkham, who was coiled on Link's shoulder, almost instinctively opened his mouth to intimidate, but was slapped away by Emily. In the end, he could only coil on top of Link's head in aggrieved way—he couldn't stand up to Emily. Millie.

"you've been drinking!"

Emily raised her volume and said firmly.

"It's just a little bit, and I took the hangover medicine in advance, so it won't cause any harm to my body."

Link explained with a smile, but the smile was stiff no matter how you looked at it.

This is Link's first marriage in two lifetimes, and he has no experience dealing with his wife after drinking.

Fortunately, Emily is not a picky woman.

In fact, what she was looking for was not evidence of whether Link had drunk or not, but to see if Link smelled like Hermione.

From the results alone, Link obviously passed the test.

Hearing that Emily gave Link a blank look, instead of continuing on this topic, she stretched out her hand to smooth Link's wrinkled collar and said:

"Forget it, it's okay to drink some wine. Let's have a rest first. By the way, we will go to Paris to visit the fashion show in a while. Do you want to come with us?"

"Me? I'm afraid I don't have time to accompany you." Link said with a wry smile, "My training hasn't finished yet."

"poor child."

Mrs. Foley touched Link's cheek when she heard the words, with the same distressed expression as Emily.

It's a pity that this distressed emotion didn't last for too long.

Because they know very well that Link will definitely handle everything well, which has been proven countless times in the past.

After bidding farewell to Mrs. Foley and Emily who were about to go out, Link reluctantly took Arkham and Yo-Yo back to the spell training room to continue training on the Apparition spell.

boom--

The door was closed heavily, and the expression on Link's face gradually became serious.

In fact, there is not much time left for him now.

You must know that the entire range of Hogwarts is shrouded in anti-apparition spells.

This means that once school starts, Link will have almost no way to continue his practice of the Apparition spell.

However, in the current situation where the plot is collapsing, Voldemort and the Death Eaters may formally launch war on Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic at any time. Link must also master the high-level Apparition spell as soon as possible to enhance his combat power .

Then it would be the best choice to practice crazily during the last part of the summer vacation, at least raising the Apparition spell to lv4.

Of course, the difficulty of doing so can be imagined.

But Link thinks he can give it a try, so he won't sleep if it's amazing!

Thinking of this, Link's eyes became more determined.

He neatly arranged 32 bottles of awakening potions in the protective box in the corner, then took out his wand and began to chant the spell.

Immediately, a series of firecrackers exploded, accompanied by subtle spatial fluctuations, rippling in the spell training room.

The retreat for the apparition spell has begun!

...

At the same time, in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge was covering his head, moving slowly towards his office against the wall.

His eyes were alert, his movements were slight, and his posture made him look like a thief.

He has also seen reports in newspapers such as the Daily Prophet this morning.

He was furious at articles criticizing him above.

As the Minister of Magic, Fudge is also very good at manipulating public opinion, so he is also more aware that these articles mixed with a lot of false content are bound to cause great damage to his support among the people.

There's no way around it. The people just like news about the poop and fart of big shots. They only believe what they want to believe. As for the truth of the matter, that's out of their consideration.

At present, Fudge still has no good way to deal with this situation. His performance in the Wizengamot court was really bad.

Judging from Fudge's many years of working experience in politics, the best way to deal with it now is to plead not guilty.

That is to say, the testimony provided by Dumbledore is not legally valid and is false perjury.

This is not because he was groundless, but because Dumbledore himself had loopholes in the procedures for submitting witnesses. Strictly speaking, the old woman's testimony should not have been taken.

Once this is confirmed, not only will the current charges against him disappear, but Harry Potter will also be tried again, and even because of perjury, Harry Potter will be severely punished.

But this is easy to say, but it is more difficult to actually implement it.

Because this requires the cooperation of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the current director there, Burns, treats him very strangely, neither supporting nor opposing, but rather seems to want to enforce the law impartially.

Of course, in Fudge's view, this kind of move is completely up for grabs, in an attempt to gain more benefits from him.

On the other hand, Fudge also needs to face the attacks of Barty Sr. and others.

He felt that if he didn't bleed more this time, he might not be able to calm things down.

If this is just a long-term concern, Fudge now faces many more serious near-term worries.

For example, those paparazzi reporters who surrounded his door and the Ministry of Magic today.

The reason why Fudge is acting like a thief now is largely because of those paparazzi chasing and intercepting him.

This greatly affected his daily life, and the scene of being surrounded by paparazzi made him lose face in the Ministry of Magic.

"Those damned reporters! I gave them so many Galleons in the past! But now they turn around and bite me. What a bunch of unfamiliar white-eyed wolves!

And those strikers in charge of security in the Ministry of Magic! They let those reporters in just like that! Sooner or later, I will fire them all! "

Fudge complained softly, but his eyes were fixed on the wooden door not far away.

That was the door of his office. As long as he entered there, his painful experience this morning could be said to be temporarily over.

Thinking of this, Fudge quickened his pace.

But just as he reached out to open the door, a familiar voice sounded from behind him.

"Ah! Isn't this Mr. Minister? Why did you look like this after not seeing you for one night? Could this be your new hobby? Transvestite?"

It was old Barty who spoke.

Gritting his teeth, Fudge turned around, and saw Old Barty and the other three young Wizengamot MPs looking at him with half-smiles.

Judging from their positions, they should have been watching Fudge act like a thief for some time.

It was at the end that Fudge was about to lose sight.

This made Fudge's face even redder.

He didn't want to talk and went directly into the office. After all, it would be too embarrassing to say that he was besieged by paparazzi at this time, but at this moment, the door of the office opened by itself.

Umbridge and Percy came out of the office one after the other. Judging from their appearance, it seemed that Percy was asking Umbridge about administrative work.

The two of them almost collided with the hooded Fudge, which made the atmosphere even more embarrassing.

"Ahem!"

Fudge cleared his throat. Now that he was under his own hands, it was naturally impossible for him to give in to old Barty.

I saw that he just straightened his body and said to Old Batty:

"Everyone will have their own hobbies that are not known to the public. This is not surprising at all, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. Just like Mr. Crouch, you also cultivated yourself into a Death Eater, and then threw it into Az A hobby that Caban killed?"

Fudge's counterattack could not be described as ruthless. His words were like a sharp sword, which ruthlessly pierced into Old Batty's chest, making the smile that was originally rippling on his face disappear instantly and become extremely serious.

Affected by this momentum, the three young councilors around Barty also restrained their smiles, and retreated silently.

Obviously, they are also very aware of the matter about Barty Jr.

In fact, this is no longer a secret in the entire Ministry of Magic. Fudge tells this story every time he brags to others that he won the election that year, but it is all done without telling the old Batty.

"There is no need for Mr. Minister to remind you about my son's past deeds. At the same time, it is not strange to have his own special hobbies."

Old Batty said expressionlessly, "But since Mr. Minister called my son's deeds my special hobbies, it means that even if it is my own hobbies, when it has nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic, or even the entire wizarding community in China When there is a conflict, you also need to be punished!

For now, I've paid the price for my son's hobbies. So Mr. Minister, are you ready to pay the price? "

"Pay the price? I don't think I need to pay any price." Fudge said loudly. Old Batty's tricks can't scare him. In fact, Fudge will only lose his composure when Dumbledore is present. As for old Batty, then In his opinion, he is just a defeated opponent. "Could it be that if I cover my head, it will conflict with the interests of the Ministry of Magic and the public?"

After saying that, Fudge laughed and looked at Umbridge and Percy.

Seeing this, Umbridge and Percy could only reluctantly smile in agreement, but the smiles looked very stiff, and this matter was obviously not funny.

"What I mean," old Barty suddenly raised his voice, and drew everyone's attention back, "is your hobby of using the power of the Ministry of Magic to avenge yourself and commanding dementors to attack Harry Potter.

It's a hobby you embezzle Ministry of Magic funds for your own enjoyment.

It's your hobby of bribing journalists to build momentum for you and control public opinion! "

"You fart!"

Fudge yelled, the old Batty's accusation made him unable to maintain his smile, "You are spreading rumors! I never did these things at all!"

"Whether I'm spreading rumors or not, you know it in your own mind. But I must remind you that many people have already started reporting you with their real names. This time, you are dead!"

Old Batty sneered and dropped this sentence, and then led a group of young MPs towards the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

The corners of Fudge's eyes twitched when he saw this scene, because he knew that the other party was serious this time.

He must prepare early.

Otherwise, Crouch, together with the support of those young congressmen and Link, might have completely ruined him!

"Damn... Crouch!"

Fudge gritted his teeth and muttered, and then he stopped going to the office and walked directly to the Department of Mysteries.

But behind him, the expressions of Umbridge and Percy became strange and inexplicable.