Chapter 264: The Ministry Of Magic Is Flooded With Howling Letters, Lupine’S Troubles
Fudge thought everything was over, but in fact, it was just the beginning.
The letter Wayne just wrote was to Mrs. Greengrass, asking her to launch the Daily Prophet and Wizarding Weekly to attack Fudge in the newspapers and damage his already low reputation.
Although there is nothing unpleasant happening between Wayne and Fudge now, with Fudge's temperament, the two will definitely clash in the end.
Then if he takes the lead in laying out the plan, there is no problem in getting some benefits.
Wayne doesn't expect this incident to directly oust Fudge, which is simply unrealistic.
He just wants Fudge to realize the power in Mrs. Greengrass's hands, so as to arrange some people.
Moreover, even if he doesn't take action, other communities and the families behind them are enough to cause a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic.
Well, especially this group of students who have experienced many complaints and have mastered the skills.
This time, without Wayne's organization, they had already started writing letters to their families and the Ministry of Magic spontaneously.
But he is a young man after all, so he will inevitably have some omissions, and he needs his help to make up for them.
Wayne stayed at the edge of the owl loft and taught the little wizards experience.
"Usually letters sent to the Minister of Magic go through a review process, and shouting letters will not be sent directly to the Minister's office at all.
"Before that, experienced Aurors can burn the roaring letters without making a sound."
"What should we do?" Many little wizards looked at the red envelopes in their hands and began to worry.
They put a lot of effort into writing this complaint letter. There were some words in it that they would not dare to say out loud at ordinary times, but this time they wrote them all in the letter just to feel comfortable.
"I invented a trap spell that can effectively prevent this from happening." Wayne waved his wand, and a spell appeared in mid-air.
"As long as someone tries to destroy the roaring letter, the trap will be triggered. When the time comes, the roaring letter will not only fail, but it will also explode immediately, and the sound will be ten times louder."
Originally, I was just writing letters to vent my anger, but now I could learn a new spell, and the students immediately became interested.
Many people who have never used the Howler Letter have borrowed envelopes from people around them and are ready to try it themselves.
Snape, who happened to come over to send a purchase order to Diagon Alley, witnessed this scene, and the corners of his eyes twitched crazily.
He can already imagine what magic will be like tomorrow.
But you can’t blame others for this.
If you are to blame, blame it on you for provoking Lawrence.
Snape tried hard to reduce his presence and ran away after finishing the letter.
On Monday, Umbridge came to work at the Ministry of Magic as usual.
As Fudge's confidant and a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, she could use a special elevator to go directly to the negative floor, but Umbridge rarely did this.
She would come to the Ministry at the busiest time, and then squeeze into the ordinary elevator with the Ministry of Magic employees.
This not only reflects her people-friendly side, but also allows her to be addressed respectfully by ordinary employees, which greatly satisfies Umbridge's vanity.
The same is true today.
When she sat in her seat, had a cup of strong coffee, and was about to read today's Daily Prophet, a huge roar came from next door.
"Incompetent Ministry of Magic! If you can't restrain the Dementors, why did you let them leave Azkaban!"
"A group of Aurors and ministers who are lining their own pockets and living off of nothing, Fudge, please step down as soon as possible!"
"F***S***! Son of the Beach!"
There was a buzzing in Umbridge's ears, and she could no longer hear clearly what was being cursed behind her, because there were new sounds coming, one wave after another, and the ceiling was shaking with it.
Even the employees in the Auror office and the Legal Enforcement Department downstairs heard it.
Soon, a large group of people gathered in the mail receiving office of the logistics department.
Fudge's face was as green as if he had eaten a fly, and he was shouting something loudly, but no one could hear him because they all cast an ear-blocking spell on themselves.
But the eardrums still hurt from the shock.
A full hour passed before the voices of these shouting letters disappeared.
The bewildered employees lifted the spell.
Fudge almost fainted.
Of the hundreds of yelling letters, 60% were scolding him, and the remaining 40% were scolding him and the Ministry of Magic.
It's not like he hasn't received so many complaints in the past, but it's the first time since he took office that it's as intense as today.
There were more ordinary letters on the ground, forming a small hill.
The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.
It was not just ordinary wizards who complained against him, but people from many pure-blood families also accused him and the dementors, and their words became even more fierce.
Fudge was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He knew that his approval rating would plummet again this time.
Once it falls below 20%, coupled with the impeachment of the Wizengamot Wizards, the Ministry of Magic can hold a new election before his term is up. (Purely two assumptions)
To Fudge's despair, worse news followed.
Scrimgeour broke into the mail room, holding a newspaper and a magazine in his hands.
"Minister, I think you should take a look at this."
Fudge took it and stared.
"The Game between the Big Shots? Hundreds of students fell victim to the struggle between Dumbledore and the Minister of Magic"
"The Ministry of Magic's Control is Fading - Thoughts on the Dementor Riots"
Just reading the title made his heart stop beating.
And after reading the content inside, Ge Ji felt that
He shouldn't be at the Ministry of Magic right now.
He should be put in Azkaban!
"Minister, what should we do now?" Umbridge also became anxious.
She was able to achieve her current status only by currying favor with Fudge.
If Fudge falls, she will not end well. She will definitely be purged by the new minister into those Qingshui Yamen with no bright future.
Fudge's forehead veins jumped, and it took a long time for several ministers to pop out.
"Go to the sixth floor and find Greengrass!"
He is not a fool. The Daily Prophet and Wizarding Weekly dare to publish such articles. It is definitely not a spontaneous act. There must be someone behind the scenes.
Mrs. Greengrass, who had just become the largest shareholder of these two authoritative magazines, was highly suspicious.
It took a full hour for Fudge and Umbridge to come out of Mrs. Greengrass's office.
Fudge's face looked much better, but Umbridge's looked even worse.
She couldn't help but ask: "Minister, do you really want to agree to her conditions?"
"Yes, why not?" Fudge actually smiled: "She wants to run for the next minister, and there is no direct conflict of interest with me."
"As long as I arrange a few people for her and recommend her after I retire, I will be able to have two media outlets speak for me in the future. Why don't I agree to such a good thing?"
Umbridge's heart was roaring.
I also want to be the next minister. You want to help Greengrass, what should I do?
Fudge glanced at her, seeming to notice some of Umbridge's thoughts, and his smile gradually faded.
"Dolores, don't think about things that don't belong to you."
"You are a qualified assistant, but you can never be the leader."
"Do you have the capital to fight against the Greengrass family?"
After saying that, regardless of what Umbridge thought, Fudge quickened his pace.
The trouble with the media has been solved, but the letters from a large group of students and their parents have not yet been dealt with. He must calm down the turmoil as soon as possible.
Hogwarts.
At noon, Dumbledore did not appear in the Great Hall due to local discomfort.
This was perhaps the most serious injury the great white wizard had suffered this century.
Snape's mouth was harder to suppress than AK. God knows how much he wanted to laugh out loud when Dumbledore asked him for the potion.
Although he didn't laugh out loud for the sake of his career, after Dumbledore left, he laughed for five minutes, and by the end he had no energy left.
In the afternoon, fifth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Professor Lupine, who had disappeared for three days, finally appeared. As soon as he arrived in the classroom, he noticed something was wrong.
The classroom was very quiet, and the little wizards were all staring at him, their eyes full of scrutiny and curiosity.
Lupine looked down at his outfit.
Well, it's still as shabby as usual, but it's also very clean, so there's nothing wrong with it.
"What's wrong with you?" Lupine couldn't help but ask.
"Professor." Fred suddenly stood up: "Do you know what happened at the Quidditch match?"
"Well, although I was not at the scene, I understood what happened. I also went to see Harry this morning." Professor Lupin smiled: "He is in good condition now and should be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."
"Wayne said you also mastered the Patronus Charm, is that true?"
Everyone was more focused and looked at Lupin expectantly, hoping to get a positive answer.
Lupine did not disappoint them: "Yes, I do know the Patronus Charm."
"Professor, can you teach us how to release the patron saint?" George also stood up: "The dementors are really annoying. If they break in again next time, I want to teach them a lesson."
"Yeah, I also want to have such a handsome patron saint like Wayne."
The students talked a lot and expressed their wishes one after another.
This class was taken by Gryffindor and Hufflepuff together. Many little badgers had a close-up view of the Star-Forging Dragon King, and they still remember it.
It took Lupine a lot of effort to get everyone to calm down again.
"The Patronus Charm is a very advanced and difficult magic. Only in seventh grade will you be exposed to it and asked to master it."
"What you need to face now is the OWLs exam, and this spell is not needed.'
"But the dementors are still outside the school." George said: "If a situation like Saturday happens again, we also need to protect ourselves...
"Dumbledore has returned." Lupin said seriously: "And haven't you noticed that there are far fewer Dementors around the school, and they have all moved back ten paces."
"Even if you really face the Dementors, don't you still have the brooch made by Wayne? That's a good thing."
"Too poor, I can't afford it." Fred said nonsensically without changing his face or heartbeat, completely forgetting that he and George's patronus brooches were the ones they shamelessly asked Wayne for, and they must have been this year's Christmas gift.
Suddenly someone muttered: "Seventh grade? Are you sure you can teach until that time?"
At this time, the classmates were silent, and so was Lupin.
This is really a question that hits home...
Even without the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Lupine planned to leave after teaching this semester, otherwise he would not regard the werewolf content as the last lesson.
The students looked at Lupine with even more intense eyes as they thought about who would be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in two years' time.
"Professor." Cedric raised his hand politely, and after receiving Lupin's approval, he said:
"I've seen suggestions about the OWLs exam. If you master magic beyond the tutorials, you should get extra points, right?"
"That's right." Lupine nodded hesitantly.
"The Patronus Charm is perfect, isn't it?" Cedric looked at him sincerely: "Just teach us.
In the end, unable to withstand the pleading of so many people, Lupine agreed to consider it, but not this class.
Next, Lupine started the class, teaching a very useful enchantment spell that would trigger an alarm if any malicious creature approached.
But everyone's thoughts were not on this at all. After the class, the most asked questions were about the Patronus Charm.
Let me teach you what the shape of your patronus is, is it as big as Wayne, and can you choose the type of patronus yourself?
Lupine felt tired after hearing this.
Kill, pay attention to kill.
Comparing his patron saint with the patron saint who killed hundreds of dementors, do you think too highly of me?
In the next few days, almost every class Lupin had was a repeat of today's scene.
The enthusiasm of the little wizards for the Patronus was beyond his imagination. Even though he repeatedly told everyone that not everyone could use such a powerful Patronus like Wayne, that weird... cute student, but there was no such thing as a powerful Patronus. use.
What troubled him even more was that the senior students only wanted to learn, and those first-year students were not here to join in the fun.
First memorize the floating spell and the repelling spell!
Helpless, Lupine had no choice but to find Professor McGonagall and ask her to come up with ideas.
"You should go find Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall said: "Now that he is back, he should make the decision on these matters."
"By the way, the password for the office is Mala Xiangguo. It's hard to pronounce. Remember not to pronounce it wrong."
Professor McGonagall said that she had worked hard for so long, and it was impossible for her to worry about Dumbledore when he came back.
In the principal's office, Lupine met Dumbledore.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Lupine asked curiously, looking at the old man's strange sitting posture.
"Ah, I have changed my eating habits recently, and I feel a little uncomfortable."
Dumbledore explained with a smile and summoned a glass of honey water for Lupin.
"So Remus John, are you seeing something?"
Lupine spoke out the students' demands.
After listening, Dumbledore nodded appreciatively: "Students want to learn more, which is a good thing."
"But many people have not met the requirements to learn the Patronus Charm, which is a waste of time."
Lupine said worriedly, he just didn't want everyone to spend a lot of time with high expectations, only to get nothing in the end.
"What do you think about taking a public class or starting a club?" Dumbledore asked:
“Lockhart did a good job last semester, but it’s a pity that the professors don’t have the energy to continue the dueling club this year.
"You can use one class or several classes to tell the children how to learn the Patronus Charm. Even if they can't learn it now, they will always have a chance later."
Lupine mused, that's a good idea.
"What do I need to prepare for the open class?" Lupine asked.
"Since it is the professor's patronus." Dumbledore pondered for a moment: "I will help you get a dementor."
"Excuse me." Lupine said gratefully.
Just as Lupine was about to leave, Dumbledore stopped him with a smile.
"Since we're here, let's have a meal together."
As soon as he finished speaking, two plates of red food appeared on the table.
Ah sneeze!
"Sorry, what is this?" Just smelling the pungent smell made Lupine couldn't help but sneeze.
"Spicy chicken nuggets, very good. Come and try it." Dumbledore enthusiastically invited Lupin.
After hesitating for two seconds, Lupin picked up the fork and slowly skewered the chicken pieces...