Chapter 1277 Guiding the Principal and the Haze

“So, Professor Snape,” Madam Pomfrey said worriedly, “it’s no wonder that Professor Dumbledore left in such a hurry…”

“Obviously,” Snape nodded. “The Dark Lord’s resurrection has to come at a price. What I don’t understand is what the rest of the Ministry is doing?”

“Otherwise what else?” Professor McGonagall snorted coldly, “There are not many people who are qualified to hunt down Tom today, so we shouldn’t count on Grindelwald?”

Madam Pomfrey took the paper from McGonagall and began to read it word for word.

Professor McGonagall looked around the auditorium. Most of the students were not very panicked. The front-page news on the Daily Prophet was more like exciting gossip.

She even heard a few Gryffindor students betting on how many times Dumbledore could “kill” Voldemort.

In fact, even for Hogwarts faculty seats, many professors don’t have too many worries.

Dumbledore did it himself, and for most wizards, the information itself was equivalent to the result – but McGonagall knew in her heart that it was completely different.

Professor McGonagall looked towards the end of the Hufflepuff table again, and there was a different scene:

Elena was talking seriously to Luna, and Miss Lovegood was so nervous that she looked as if she had heard her father’s critical illness announcement.

Hermione Granger leaned the Daily Prophet against the ketchup jar and read it intently, stirring the spoon back and forth in the porridge.

Hannah, on the other hand, gulped down her oatmeal while looking around them with a wary expression, as if to see if anyone was eavesdropping on their conversation.

In fact, no one was paying attention to them at all—that area seemed to cut off all sounds.

Elena, Hannah, Luna, Hermione…

Professor McGonagall thought to herself, she should have discovered this long ago.

Hogwarts has quirky little wizards. Not only Elena, but the little witches around her also show abnormal maturity.

Compared with other students who talked about gossip and interesting things, the breakfast table of these little witches was more like a royal meeting.

At least…she didn’t see other students read the paper so seriously, and—Meg glanced at Hannah’s side.

A magic book floated quietly in the air, and a quill pen quickly wrote something on it.

It was obvious that, without her noticing, a remarkable little community had been born at Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall would not think that the work of the Hogwarts Disciplinary Committee is limited to the school. She only saw a few girls in the research institute outside the school not long ago.

If the ultimate goal of Albus Dumbledore and others is to open a new era, then the object of their training is not limited to adult wizards, and at the same time, it cannot be limited to only a certain little wizard, which is bound to be a long and vast ‘s plan – Elena and the children around her are likely to be the “selected” children.

However, what she has not yet understood is whether Elena is the leader of the “New Era Tinder” or one of the door openers of the old era.

“It’s outrageous, does the Ministry of Magic think it’s not messy enough yet—”

At this moment, Professor Sprout, who was not far away, suddenly let out an indignant scolding.

“What’s wrong?” Madam Pomfrey turned her head, she was still reading the first two editions.

“…the Ministry of Magic is here again. Look…”

Professor Sprout folded the newspaper, frowned, and handed it to Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall.

[Rufus Scrimgeour is transferred to Hogwarts as ‘Guiding Headmaster’]

“In view of the recent situation, the Ministry of Magic believes that the former Auror Chief Rufus Scrimgeour is not qualified for the current job, after a brief communication, Rufus Scrimgeour voluntarily resigned as Auror Chief of Staff and went to Hogg Watts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry serves as the ‘Guiding Headmaster’, and Kingsley Shacklebolt temporarily presides over the Auror Office.”

“Meanwhile, Dolores Umbridge, former Senior Deputy Minister of Magic, will return to Hogwarts to assist Rufus Scrimgeour in his work.”

“Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was not interviewed, but his personal leader, Rodelux, gave a brief response to the move:”

“”Mr Scrimgeour’s aggressive werewolf removal plan, while effective, also created a serious security risk. Senior officials at the Ministry of Magic agreed that the current situation requires a more rational and stable policy of defensive counterattack rather than a large-scale proactive attack. On the other hand, with the departure of Albus Dumbledore from Hogwarts, the safety of the campus and the promotion of daily teaching work will inevitably be affected. After consulting the school board, the Ministry of Magic proposed that Mr. Scrimgeour should Go to Hogwarts and take on the role of ‘Guiding Headmaster’. “”

“In particular, the “Guiding Headmaster” is not a direct teaching post, and its teaching advice can only be implemented after being evaluated by a senior advisor and the Ministry of Magic.”

“senior consultant……”

Madam Pomfrey raised her eyebrows and said, “Senior Investigator, Umbridge has quite a few titles…”

“I’ve known for a long time that the Ministry of Magic won’t let it go,” Professor Sprout whispered. “Professor Quirrell, do you remember that time? They’re better this time, and they just sent the Auror’s office chief to see them. It seems that if anyone doesn’t listen to them, the ‘guiding principal’ and senior advisors can directly order the arrest…”

Professor McGonagall recalled the gossip that Elena told her last night, shook his head thoughtfully, and said slowly.

“Maybe it’s not as troublesome as we thought…? The Ministry obviously doesn’t trust Scrimgeour… I believe we can communicate…”

“Honestly, I don’t expect too much from that, Minerva,” Madam Pomfrey said sharply~www.readmtl.com~ Scrimgeour’s decisions were so radical that he didn’t seem to be easy to get along with! You see what he did, attacking Armenia, and as a result, the Ministry of Magic was taken advantage of. ”

“Just look at these news, don’t believe it all.”

Snape snorted softly, a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

“I know what Scrimgeour is like. Although that guy fights black magic with a single rib, he’s definitely not a brainless idiot.”

“This—these are more like politicians’ tactics, shifting blame. It’s not him that’s really annoying, it’s the woman who has another advisor title.”

Snape wasn’t worried about Scrimgeour, he recalled the words that Voldemort had boasted to the Death Eaters during his last gatherings.

“The Dark Lord is the big problem,” he said slowly. “Dumbledore is too old to go on hunting endlessly…”

“The Ministry of Magic is hiding some important information, they must have found something—”

“So that…”

Snape turned his head to look at Mag and said slowly with a solemn expression.

“Dumbledore had to resort to the dumbest and least efficient method to contain the Dark Lord’s resurrection.”

“At the same time, there is another explanation for Scrimgeour’s transfer to Hogwarts – Hogwarts may be attacked by the dark forces.”

“Don’t forget, yesterday’s parent-teacher meeting and the Quidditch pitch-side defensive drill… What if Dumbledore never comes back?”

Snape glanced at the bustling and noisy students below, a hint of hesitation flashed in his indifferent and deep black eyes.

Maybe he has to think about it in advance…

If the worst happens, is there anything I can do…

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