The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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Thousands of miles away, the 'London Fog', which was so infamous that it once made London's Fog City famous all over the world, is floating on a dirty river at the moment.

The river twists and turns, with overgrown weeds and piles of rubbish on both sides, but at the end of the river stands a magnificent textile factory.

It was entrenched in the darkness just like that, only a huge shadow leaked out, gloomy and ominous.

There was silence all around, except for the whimpering of the dark river.

A rat big enough to suspect it was mutated sneaked down the river bank, sniffing hopefully at a few fish and chip wrappers in the deep weeds.

At this moment, a large carriage pulled by six flying horses appeared in the night sky.

It made a big turn in mid-air, and finally stopped by the river.

Sitting outside with the carriage is Little Button.

His expression wasn't too good-looking, but he still squeezed out a smile, opened the curtain and said to Newland inside:

"Mr. Fold, do you see that this is Spinning Street?"

Newland, who was dozing off with his head tilted, leaned out with a groan.

The cold wind outside the carriage made his drowsy head finally clear up.

When he saw the stinky river, Newland frowned first, then immediately relaxed, and said with a smile:

"That's right, it's here. Although your car is a bit far away, it's okay. I'll just walk the rest of the way by myself, and I can sober up by the way."

While speaking, Newland jumped out of the carriage and saluted the little button to express his thanks.

This made Little Button finally breathe a sigh of relief.

It has been almost 3 hours since the two of them left Forli Castle.

Since the little button had never been to Spinning Street in person, the little button took the carriage and Newland apparated more than 6 times in these three hours, and finally found this remote place.

The time it took to send Newland home has far exceeded Little Button's expectations.

Although there are other house-elves in the house, Little Button blames himself very much when he thinks of the little master and the master calling his name but not seeing himself appearing in front of them the first time.

So after saying goodbye to Newland in a hurry, the little button turned into a phantom and disappeared with a snap.

And with the small buttons disappearing, there is also the smile on Newland's face.

He turned his head, looked at the stinky river and the factory at the end of the river with some disgust, and quickened his pace to walk towards the alleys made up of rows of dilapidated brick houses not far away.

The environment in the alley is not much better than that by the river.

As soon as the snowflakes falling from the sky hit the ragged ground, they would be heated and turned back into a liquid state.

This made the ground wet, and even more densely covered with dirty puddles.

Some of the large puddles even directly covered the entire section of the road, almost seeping into the homes of people on the street.

Whenever Newland saw this scene, he began to miss the pretty streets of Diagon Alley, with their gutters and drains.

Although similar things were built in the streets of Spinning Street, it is a pity that the drainage channels and gutters of Spinning Street did not discharge sewage.

The only thing they, and the garbage that accumulates within them, can do is to create a foul stench that poisons the inhabitants.

This is not alarmist talk.

The Spinning Street drain leads straight to the stinking river that Newland came from earlier.

Therefore, the smell when standing on the shore is exactly the same as when you are on the Spinning Street.

If you insist on describing it, the smell is like the smell of rotting food residues mixed with various chemical reagents after fermentation.

Now is the cold winter.

If it were summer, the smelly ordinary people on both sides of the Stinky River and the Spinning Street area would not have the courage to walk in.

Skillfully covering his mouth and nose, Newland continued to walk deeper into the street.

Several street lamps were broken, and Newland's figure jumping between the various dirty puddles was sometimes illuminated by lights, and sometimes shrouded in darkness.

He passed battered boarded-up windows, his feet echoing on the slippery cobblestones.

This kind of concentrated way of moving forward is very difficult for a drunk person.

But as he gradually went deeper into the street, the corners of Newland's mouth slowly rose.

He finally stopped in front of a house.

Dim light came through the cracks in the curtains of a room downstairs, and also made a photocopy of a person on the window.

The moment he saw this figure, the smile on Newland's face was extremely bright.

He squeezed the traceless stretching spell bag that Sceffen gave him in his arms, and he couldn't wait to open the door and walk in.

"Mom! I'm back!"

Newland's joyful and excited voice made the people by the window turn their heads.

This is an old woman who looks to be at least 60 years old.

She was wearing an old faded but clean patterned sweater - the stitches on it were very fine, but the color distribution was so irregular that it had no aesthetic feeling, as if it was made by patching together some variegated wool Same.

The grey-haired hair was deliberately arranged into a retro hairstyle. This hairstyle originated from the royal family of the country should have looked extremely noble, but now it fell on the old woman's head because of her dry hair with no elasticity at all. And it got a little weird.

The old woman's eyes didn't seem very good.

She squinted her eyes and looked at Newland for a long time before complaining:

"Newland, why did you come back? I wondered if you were taken away by a big rat by the river!"

Newland looked delighted to hear his mother say the things his mother used to scare him from going to the river as a child.

Because he had seen a small steaming turkey on the small table behind his mother, with many diced carrots sprinkled on it.

Although the old woman kept complaining, the corners of her mouth kept rising.

She pulled aside another old wooden chair at the side of the table and said to Newland:

"Sit down soon? I've reheated the turkey three times!"

Newland's eyes fell on the old woman's calloused right hand, which was missing her ring finger and little finger. There was a mist in her eyes, but she hurriedly agreed:

"Hey! Here we come!"

While talking, he quickly stepped forward and sat on the chair, while the old woman had already helped him put a large chicken leg in a bowl, which was also covered with a thick layer of chopped radish.

He took a deep breath, and after making enough preparations, under the close attention of the old woman, he suddenly pulled a large mouthful of carrots that were stewed until crispy into his mouth, chewed them casually, and then swallowed them quickly. Such as taking medicine.

Seeing this, the old woman gently touched Newland's head as before, and the wrinkles on her face looked like old chrysanthemums under the twitch of her smile.

This made Newland eat more vigorously, but at the same time, the tears in his eyes finally fell down uncontrollably.

He doesn't really like carrots, but carrots are always the protagonist on the Newland's table.

He still remembers his mother always forcing him to eat more carrots when he was a child.

For a long time, Newland thought it was because carrots were so cheap. He didn't know the deep meaning until he went to Hogwarts to take potions class.

Carrots can detoxify...

After eating the meal almost in tears, the old woman hunched over and got up to tidy up, but Newland pulled her back again.

Facing the confused gaze of the old woman, Newland licked his lower lip, and untied the sealing rope of the non-marking stretch bag.

ding ding ding...

Hundreds of gold Galleons and an entire golden candlestick were poured onto the table like this.

Under the dim light, the gold reflected the golden light, and the whole small room suddenly lit up several degrees.

The small wooden table that had served the Newland family for more than 20 years was so crushed that it groaned, but the old lady was surprisingly not distressed.

Her face was full of astonishment and surprise, and her cloudy eyes were covered with a layer of bright golden yellow.

It's just that the brilliance disappeared quickly, and the surprise on the old woman's face turned into panic in an instant.

"Mom, we can move away from here! What do you think of going to London? The environment there has been treated very well over the years, at least better than Spinning Street. Not to mention that there is the best hospital there and public facilities, we..."

Newland spoke excitedly subconsciously, but the trembling hand of the old woman grabbed his arm halfway through.

"what have you done?"

The old woman's voice was distorted with fear.

Newland explained with a smile:

"I found a good boss."

"You, a student who hasn't even graduated from high school, can have any boss lead you to earn so much gold!"

The old woman suddenly raised her voice, and then, as if thinking of something, she stretched out her hand to check Newland's chest and abdomen.

"You can't find a knife wound. I didn't sell my kidney or other organs of my body. I told you before that the school I am in is quite special, and what I teach is far more useful than other colleges." Newland He continued, "And I am one of the most outstanding students in this school... It is inevitable to have a boss who appreciates me. Don't worry, you just need to concentrate on enjoying yourself from now on!"

The old woman's panic was not relieved by Newland's comfort.

But Newland was not worried, and just comforted his mother over and over again, describing the beautiful life in the future to her.

He actually knew exactly what his mother was worried about.

It's just that he doesn't agree with his mother's idea.

Living in the current social environment, the children of poor families fight for wealth and honor, just like "gambling", and they are still at the gambling table of old people. It is already very good to have a condition of equal risk and return.

like today.

Although he almost died in the underground of Gringotts, he also harvested a lot of Galleons and gold artifacts.

As for the qualities of kindness, benevolence and righteousness that his mother has been talking about, Newland completely dismissed them.

After all, his father did not exhibit similar qualities when he left them without saying goodbye, nor did the factory owner exhibit similar qualities when his mother was injured and disabled in the textile factory, where they were forced to breathe No similar qualities were displayed by the high-ranking officials during the poison gas...

The law of the jungle is the underlying logic of this world.

Kindness or something, Newland felt that maybe he would want to pursue it when he was rich and powerful, just like Sceffen was doing now, but at least not now.

Now his main focus should be on improving the living conditions of him and his mother.

In this regard, Link is undoubtedly a perfect boss.

Because Link can not only give him money, but also give him privileges!

The privilege he'd only dreamed of!

In fact, Newland has long wanted to use magic to improve his mother's physical condition.

He even saved his own money and secretly prepared a bottle of rejuvenation potion and powerful healing potion to help his mother restore her eyesight and broken finger, but after the potion was finished, he didn't dare to take the last step.

He knows it all too well.

The Ministry of Magic's monitoring of wizards from pure Muggle families like him is absolutely comprehensive.

Don't talk about giving your mother a potion.

If he dared to tell his mother anything about Hogwarts and the wizarding world, the next moment Aurors and Strikers would break in and arrest him.

And now, he believed that a privilege long reserved for pure-blood noble wizards would soon fall into his hands.

He is very confident about it.

To be precise, he has confidence in Link, the boss he follows.

Listening to his mother's nagging, Newland smiled and got up to clean the dirty dishes and gold coins on the dining table. He was in a very beautiful mood.

...

Ministry of Magic.

minister's office.

The lights here were not turned on, and Fudge just sat silently in the darkness.

There was also a miniature Christmas tree on the desk in front of him.

The magical aura used for decoration on this tree is the only light in the entire office.

The light hit Fudge's face, but what was reflected was a frightened face.

Just a few hours ago, he received news that Voldemort led a large number of Death Eaters to loot Gringotts, and along the way, Gringotts and half of Diagon Alley were razed to the ground.

Although the official who came to report to him swore that this was the truth, and there were more than twenty witnesses at the scene, Fudge still didn't believe it.

In other words, he was reluctant to accept the fact that Voldemort had returned.

But just afterward, Scrimgeour, covered in blood, limped into his office regardless of the horrified eyes of the people around him, and told him another news.

The Gringotts and Diagon Alley thing is true.

But it wasn't just Death Eaters and Voldemort on the scene.

To be precise, apart from the Death Eaters and Aurors, there was another equally powerful force at the scene.

And the result of the battle between the three forces was that the more than one hundred Aurors and strikers he brought over this time were almost wiped out!

This is almost half of the current military power of the Ministry of Magic!

Then, Scrimgeour proposed to him with a grim expression that he would put the Ministry of Magic into a state of war and provide the Auror Office with unlimited funding.

Yes, Scrimgeour had given him notice, not advice.

This is the best description of Scrimgeour's original tone.

After dropping such a sentence, Scrimgeour slammed the door and walked out.

Fudge was left alone in the office, his face was pale, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

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