This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 1112 The Price of Power

It was Vincent's first time to come into the Prongs Magic Home Appliances Store. How should I describe the style here? It was very Sirius.

The entire store adopts a red and gold color scheme. The most conspicuous center position is not placed with some magic home appliance, but a 1979 Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Fat Bob, also known as "Fat Bob".

Vincent took a quick look and found that its engine part was the same as the motorcycle in Blake's old house, with a built-in broom-like suspension device, and even an invisible function.

This reminded him of the Weasley family's Ford Anglia 105E. He wondered how this elusive flying car was doing in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.

"Vincent?" Sirius came over with a glass full of whiskey. "Why did you find time to come to my place? Didn't you say you wanted to be a homebody?"

"I didn't say I wanted to be a stay-at-home for the rest of my life." Vincent put his hand on the wine glass he handed over, "Forget it. I drove here today."

Sirius turned around with a lack of interest and walked towards Lupin, who was communicating with someone on the sofa. "Don't be polite here. Just be casual and treat it as your own home."

Vincent glanced out of the window. The familiar scent in the alley opposite should be Wales. There seemed to be someone staring at him from inside the third building to the left, but he didn't know who it was.

He approached the window and met the pair of eyes staring at him through the glass and the street.

The other party seemed to be frightened and didn't dare to stare at him blatantly anymore.

"To monitor you?" Vincent walked towards the two people on the sofa.

Sirius shook the glass in his hand. "Anyone associated with the Order of the Phoenix is ​​closely monitored by the Ministry of Magic."

Fudge's reaction was quick enough, but the news of the reorganization of the Order of the Phoenix should not have been leaked, and no one would know that there were actually quite a few members of the Order of the Phoenix in the Ministry of Magic.

Vincent sat on the sofa across from them and saw Dumbledore communicating with Lupin.

This old bastard Deng really likes to get something for free. The private magic base station he worked so hard to set up is not for secret communications with the Order of the Phoenix.

"Good morning, professor."

Dumbledore could see Vincent's resentment through the projection screen, "Kid, you came at the right time."

Vincent quickly stood up, "No, I should go back."

Sirius almost dropped the wine glass in his hand when he saw this scene.

Dumbledore said slowly: "I received the news--"

Vincent paused.

"The Ministry is discussing whether to hold a hearing into the 'rumours of Lord Voldemort's return'."

Telling the truth turned out to be a rumor, and Fudge was completely hopeless.

He sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened. "Professor, am I also the protagonist of this hearing?"

Dumbledore smiled but said nothing.

Vincent still looked resentful, as if he wasn't worried about the hearing at all.

Dumbledore spread rumors during live broadcast. As the owner of the dubidubi video platform, he is a so-called "rumor spreader."

The Ministry of Magic had obviously held a hearing specifically to target the two of them, so they would definitely be particularly shameless in bringing up the eleventh decree, the Information Security Act that was temporarily implemented a few days ago.

From new laws to hearings, Fudge really did everything he could to cover up Voldemort's return.

After a brief silence, Dumbledore whispered, "The Ministry of Magic may add a law prohibiting the private establishment of personal magic base stations. According to the retroactive period of the Information Security Act, Wayne Enterprises and you personally may be formally investigated."

Given the retroactive laws, this hearing is just a formality, and it is not up to Fudge to decide whether someone is guilty or not.

Even the system of the International Confederation of Wizards was taken advantage of, and the Wizengamot Inquisition attending the hearing would definitely be attacked in advance.

Simply put, there is no chance of winning. We are in someone else's home court, the rules are set by them, and even the referee is theirs. No matter how hard we try, we cannot change the outcome of being doomed to lose.

Sirius and Lupin looked at Vincent, who seemed to be ready to lie down and give up, hesitant to speak.

If the same thing happened to them, they would probably be jumping up and down in anxiety by now. Their reaction would not be as calm as his.

"Vincent," Sirius finally couldn't hold it in any longer, "Actually, you don't have to insist. We will find a way to solve all the problems. You just need to say you didn't know about it at the hearing."

Vincent shook his head. "That's exactly what they want. As long as there's any doubt about Voldemort's return, Professor Dumbledore will immediately be accused of trying to divide the British wizarding community."

And once Dumbledore is found guilty, Voldemort, whose whereabouts are currently unknown, will definitely come out to cause trouble.

Maybe he would be so excited that he would jump like a snake, waving his hands and laughing crazily.

Sirius drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp. "Fudge is such a fool. Sooner or later the wizarding world will be destroyed by him."

The current situation of the British wizarding community is much more serious than the wizarding war that Voldemort launched in 1970. Not only is the Ministry of Magic not united, it is also thinking of concealing the truth.

Without any warning, no one knows how many people will die in the end.

Dumbledore, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, "The hearing may not necessarily follow Cornelius's script. Even if I am no longer the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, it does not mean that he can control the entire Wizengamot."

The Wizengamot is the highest wizarding court. It has about 50 members, mainly from four major groups: senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, academic leaders, judicial and legal experts, and representatives of pure-blood families.

Such an organization that includes all the celebrities in the British wizarding world is not something that an ambitious person can completely control. The most Fudge can do is to suddenly convene a hearing like he did with the vote of the International Confederation of Wizards to create a time difference and prevent those wizards who do not support him from arriving in time.

And Dumbledore did not serve as the chief wizard for so many years in vain. Even though he was also a mascot-like figure in the Wizengamot, his network of contacts far exceeded that of Fudge.

Although he had a chance of winning, Vincent still looked like he was going to give up. "Professor, how about you reconsider my suggestion? I don't want to be called to attend hearings every now and then."

Dumbledore on the projection screen visibly twitched his eyes. "Child, I told you, power corrupts people's hearts. I have seen too many people corrupted by it and lose their humanity."

The most typical example is Fudge, who was so desperate to maintain his power that he ignored the safety of the British wizarding community.

Vincent curled his lips, "Professor, you are really a saint. You are no longer the person you were when you were young. How do you know that you are not able to grasp power soberly now?"

Dumbledore's deep blue eyes revealed endless sadness.

When he was young, he pursued power with Grindelwald. If it weren't for the death of his sister Ariana, he might not have woken up now.

It is precisely because he has paid a painful price that he is so resistant to power.

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