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Ivan looked at “Daily Prophet” collected by Hermione one by one. These reports directly described Dumbledore as an old child who was aging and frail and stubborn with his own temperament.
The last report said so.
[He is too old, we can’t expect a 100-year-old wizard to stay sensible at all times. It is extremely dangerous for such an unconscious person to continue to serve as the headmaster of Hogwarts.
For the sake of the next generation, the most important thing we should do is to let this former Legendary wizard stay at home and recover from illness…]
“Well, when you read a story book, it’s quite interesting…” Ivan put the newspaper down and said, vomiting.
“This is not the time to make a joke, Ivan! There are also many reports about you…” Hermione stared at him dissatisfied.
“Well, do you?” Ivan opened the newspaper again and read it.
Under Hermione’s guidance, Ivan quickly found news about himself on another page of Daily Prophet.
Sure enough, the above didn’t say any good things, describing him as a character arrogant and quirky genius. In order to show off, Dumbledore was hidden from Dumbledore, and Harry and Harry made up the resurrection of you know who.
There is even a report alluding that he was born in Knockturn Alley and formed a gang in school to become the next you know who.
“It’s too…trick” Ivan’s mouth couldn’t help twitched, and said very speechlessly.
Needless to say, the Ministry of Magic must have put pressure on Daily Prophet, otherwise the editor who wrote the article would never have the guts to make such a mess.
That means Dumbledore has a good mentality. If you switch to Voldemort, the entire newspaper will be slaughtered for you.
Thinking of this, Ivan has a somewhat headache. Although he reads the news about what a joke, some wizards may really believe it over time.
The most important thing is that Ivan will not find a solution for a while.
Don’t look at him holding Rita Skeeter’s handle in his hand, but the other party is just an editor of Daily Prophet, and he can’t decide anything. Even if he is willing to write some articles that are beneficial to him, he may not be able to pass the review.
Don’t even think about negotiations. Last time I became Dumbledore and said I was going to run for Ministry of Magic, but I let go of these people’s pigeons, making the editor of Daily Prophet so angry that I am now scolded in the newspapers. Being so ruthless does not mean that it has several points of revenge.
“The news of Voldemort’s resurrection clearly has that many people can testify! How could they do this…” Harry fiercely bit a piece of shortbread, as if it were Fudge.
“Because for Minister Fudge, we are all Professor Dumbledore’s people, and what we say may be at his instigation, so it cannot be used as evidence…” Hermione took out a thick book and continued solemnly vowed .
“And Minister Fudge has no choice. He can only believe that you know who is dead, otherwise he will end up as Minister of Magic.”
Ivan looked at Hermione’s “From a clerk to a Minister of Magic-how the wizard goes to the peak of power”. He felt a little complicated. He gave the book to Hermione only as a temporary intention, but didn’t expect She really looks good.
As Hermione said, Fudge didn’t completely believe in Voldemort’s resurrection, but the current situation did not allow him to believe it.
After all, Fudge chose to stand on the side of conservatives before and won the support of many people. Now he can only walk to the dark, otherwise he will be equivalent to completely deny everything he has done, which will shake the foundation of Fudge’s rule.
Don’t say anything else, just if the bad things he did before are exposed, the angry wizards will immediately blast him off the stage, and maybe he will be liquidated.
For a politician like Fudge, his own interests are the first. If you can’t become a minister, what good is the development of the magic circle?
So even if there was a dementor riot, Pettigrew escaped from prison, Fudge would rather believe that all of this was Dumbledore’s conspiracy.
After dinner, Dumbledore quickly got up and announced the dissolution of the school’s teachers and students, and the sound of a table, chair and bench collided around him.
“I’m going to show the first-year students the way, you go back first.” Hermione picked up the book in her arms and greeted the new students from Gryffindor to come and gather.
Ron on the side kept fiddling with the Prefect badge hanging on his chest, took a few deep breaths, and looked a little nervous.
After Ivan said hello to the two, he took Harry back to the common room of Gryffindor.
Pushing open the door of the bedroom, Seamus and Neville are already inside, seeming to be talking about something.
Seeing the two coming in, Neville said happily. “Harry, Ivan, you just came here, we were talking about you just now.”
“What are you talking about?” Harry asked curiously.
“Harry, where did you go the night you received your award last semester?” Seamus hesitated.
“Didn’t I tell you a long time ago? Pettigrew Peter disguised as Sirius with Polyjuice Potion and took me to Voldemort, and then Ivan and they rescued me.” Harry said impatiently. Then suddenly realized something.
“Wait…you don’t believe us?”
“Of course…Of course I would like to believe you.” Seamus looked at Ivan, said slyly, and then continued desperately.
“But my mother thinks that Professor Dumbledore is not in good spirits. She doesn’t believe you know who is alive and thinks you are lying… If I insist, she wouldn’t plan to let me come to school.”
“Professor Dumbledore is mentally upset? Is she crazy? Why would she think that?” Harry was shaking with anger.
After Voldemort’s resurrection, Ministry of Magic and Daily Prophet did nothing. It was totally messed up. Only Dumbledore chose to stand up to expose the truth, but was slandered as old and confused and mentally abnormal. He really couldn’t swallow this breath.
“Okay, stop arguing.” Ivan interrupted their argument, looked at Seamus, and said. “You are 15 years old, Seamus, you should have your own judgment. You were there when there was a riot on the day of the game. Think about it.”
“Don’t forget, no one wanted to believe what you said during the First Year, even if it was true.” Ivan patted Seamus on the shoulder.
“So I’m not mistaken, you really rode a dragon flying in the Forbidden Forest that day?” Seamus’s face flushed red. He told many people about this story, but they all regarded it as A what a joke.
“How else do you think I defeated Professor Chino?” Ivan shrugged, said with a smile. “Sometimes the truth is only in the hands of a few people.”
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