Chapter 325 Fudge: I Feel so Unlucky Today. Dumbledore, Do You Have Any Clue?

"Calm down. It's illegal to assault the Minister of Magic." Les pulled Helga's sleeve.

"You're willing to obey the law?" Hufflepuff looked at his old friend with a monster-like look: "If people back then heard this, I'm afraid their eyes would pop out, right?"

"It's not about obeying the law, but respecting the rules. Times have changed. We must learn to integrate into the modern world, instead of relying on our seniority to do whatever we want and cause trouble for the children." Les said seriously.

He always thought he was a principled person.

"It's obviously the younger generation who has been causing us trouble..." Helga muttered, and seeing that Salazar was hesitant to speak, she added: "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person like Godric. I still want to continue teaching here and try to break that ridiculous curse. I won't use my true identity to teach that guy a lesson."

Helga and Les reached a consensus, and the two of them emitted magical fluctuations.

At the same time, Fudge was discussing with Dumbledore the possibility of digging the Dementors out of the bottom of the lake.

"There are a hundred Dementors. Without them, the guard pressure in Azkaban will be--"

"The Dementors left in Azkaban will probably be very happy, right? After all, there are fewer people snatching food." Dumbledore interrupted Fudge. He knew Dementors better than Fudge. He knew that these dark creatures did not have the same emotions as humans, and their attitude towards their own kind was limited to not devouring their own kind.

Fudge smiled bitterly: it seemed that Dumbledore did not want him to dig out the Dementors.

"Besides, this is impossible. They are buried too deep. I have measured it before. The lake alone is 50 meters deep." Dumbledore added on the side. He wanted Fudge to know that he could not support his idea of ​​"salvaging" the Dementors either emotionally or practically.

"Okay." Fudge leaned over and stared at the bottomless lake, as if he wanted to use his eyes to penetrate the lake and find the Dementors buried underneath.

"Be careful." Dumbledore felt that Fudge's position was not safe. In the previous measurement, he knew that the lake wall in this place was particularly steep, almost extending vertically. The first step was the grass by the lake, and the next step was the lake water 50 meters deep.

"Well, I--" Fudge's voice was not finished, and his feet slipped, and the whole person fell into the lake with a headbutt posture.

Fudge struggled after falling into the water, but he stepped on nothing at the first time. He panicked all of a sudden, opened his mouth subconsciously, and drank several large mouthfuls of cold lake water.

Dumbledore on the shore also reacted. He pulled out his wand, threw a rope from the tip of the wand, and threw it towards Fudge.

Hufflepuff on the castle in the distance snorted coldly: Albus, you asked for this. You actually used this kind of magic. You are crazy. She snapped her fingers, and the ground under Dumbledore's feet suddenly became slippery.

Dumbledore staggered, but he quickly stabilized his body and did not fall into the lake like Fudge. But it was useless for him to stand alone, because Fudge in the lake also grabbed the rope he threw over.

Feeling the pulling force from the wand and the "moving" mud under his feet, Dumbledore did not hesitate at all and directly cut off the rope from the tip of his wand.

Fudge, who had just grabbed the life-saving rope, fell into the water again and choked again.

Learning from the previous experience and lessons, this time Dumbledore used the floating spell to "salvage" Fudge, so that the soaked Fudge floated up from the lake.

After landing, Fudge lay on the ground and retched for a while, feeling that he had vomited out yesterday's dinner.

At the same time, he felt a piercing chill. It was late autumn now, and the temperature of the lake water was not much higher than zero degrees. It was not pleasant to be soaked in such cold water and drink several mouthfuls.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was an excellent wizard. He skillfully used magic to evaporate the lake water on Fudge.

Fudge also reacted quickly and began to search for his wand in his trouser pocket in a hurry. Then he had a nightmare discovery: his wand seemed to have fallen into the lake!

He didn't even have time for Dumbledore to finish dehumidifying him before begging him to use the Slippery Charm to fish out his wand.

Dumbledore had no reason to refuse, but he cast the Slippery Charm, and the wand did not float to the surface.

Dumbledore:?

Fudge:? ? ?

"I didn't cast the Anti-Slippery Charm on my wand?" Fudge scratched his head.

Dumbledore cast another Slippery Charm, and this time he felt the feedback of the spell, but the force didn't look like a wand at all...

Dumbledore pulled hard and finally pulled the wand up. It turned out that Fudge's wand was entangled with a bunch of water plants growing on a boulder. Dumbledore's flying spell pulled up the wand and the stone weighing several hundred kilograms.

Carefully untangling the wand from the waterweed, Dumbledore handed the wet wand, which was cracked due to excessive force, to Fudge.

Fudge: ...

He held the cracked wand, felt the soaked robe on his body, and couldn't help but look up and scream - then a bird droppings hit his cheek accurately.

"Puh, puh, puh!"

It took Fudge a long time to recover from this series of blows.

The considerate Dumbledore helped him clean his body and even dried his wet robe.

"It seems that it is not suitable to travel today." Dumbledore said jokingly: "Do you want to go to Professor Trelawney for divination?"

Fudge was slightly shaken: Maybe he should really go to the fortune teller for divination?

"She must have hot tea and a burning fireplace." Dumbledore said the last straw that moved Fudge.

"Okay! I feel so unlucky today!" Fudge decided to go to Trelawney with Dumbledore to see. In the worst case, he can also enjoy hot tea and fireplace, right?

Looking at the two people entering the castle, Les and Helga showed a mysterious smile: Cornelius, you are very brave, aren't you going back to the Ministry of Magic?

On the way to the castle, Fudge was always nervous, fearing that he would encounter any more accidents, but the whole journey was smooth.

The moment he entered the castle, Fudge immediately breathed a sigh of relief: Finally safe!

As a result, when he stepped onto the moving staircase of Hogwarts, an accident happened-a step suddenly disappeared, and Fudge fell into it all of a sudden, with one leg stuck between the stairs and unable to move.

Fudge: ???

Have I not been back to Hogwarts for too long? Is there such a mechanism on this staircase?

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The first update is here, I will write the second update after get off work tonight