The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Chapter 341: Ministry of Magic's Decision

The Ministry of Magic was in a mess at this time, and the wizards were cleaning up the mess.

They restored the ceiling.

But they found that simple restoration techniques did not work when faced with huge rocks on the ground.

"There's still some Bai... Mo Bai's magic left on it. Let me do it."

Hermione came over and pulled out her wand and cast a spell as if nothing had happened.

The huge rock that made the wizards of the Ministry of Magic helpless slowly rose up obediently and returned to its ceiling shape.

"Go do other things. The Muggles on the ground need their memories erased, and the bodies collected."

Hermione gave the order subconsciously, and suddenly realized that the other party was not Darkness's student, but an adult wizard from the Ministry of Magic.

But these wizards had no objections and turned around to carry out the order.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips and said nothing.

The wizard handled the matter quickly, and after a while, with the help of the Darkness army, the teleportation hall was restored to its original state, as if nothing had really happened.

But everyone knows that today is the most tragic day since the establishment of the British Ministry of Magic.

"We're going back."

Hermione walked up to Scrimgeour.

"I think we should tell the professors at Hogwarts...what happened here."

Scrimgeour sighed, "They should know, but, Miss Granger, I would like you to stay here for the time being."

Hermione nodded without surprise.

As Mo Bai's closest person, she will definitely be investigated by the Ministry of Magic.

"Harry, take them back first."

Harry looked at Hermione, hesitant to speak.

"Don't worry," Hermione forced a smile, "I'll be fine."

At this moment a Ministry of Magic employee came running over.

"Dumbledore's wand can't be found."

Scrimgeour clenched his fists. "Maybe they were burned together..."

Hermione looked up suddenly.

"Where's Voldemort?"

Only then did they realize that since Mo Bai appeared, no one cared about Voldemort, who was originally the biggest enemy of the Ministry of Magic.

"Could it be that he escaped during the chaos?"

"Now is not the time to talk about this, we need to solve the most important problem now."

Ms. Bones came over.

"We need to talk."

The meeting room, where the remaining senior officials of the Ministry of Magic gathered.

"Fellow citizens, we are facing a very serious situation."

Ms. Bones stood at the head, "Voldemort has been resurrected. Not only that, we have an enemy that is more terrifying and dangerous than Voldemort."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn.

The image of the young man smiling in the black fog appeared in everyone's mind.

Many people's hands were shaking.

"Fudge is no longer fit to serve as Minister for Magic."

They found Fudge in the corner, lying on the ground with his eyes dull, after a preliminary examination.

He's crazy.

He has now been sent to St Mungo's Hospital.

"And the great Albus Dumbledore is dead, and we are now very weak."

"The Ministry of Magic cannot be leaderless. The key now is to determine the next Minister of Magic."

"But the only luck is that the parliament had reached a consensus before this."

She looked at Scrimgeour, "Rufus Scrimgeour is the next Minister for Magic."

Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up.

"I have objections."

Everyone looked at him in surprise, but some expressed understanding.

Being Minister for Magic during this period was too stressful.

How is this different from joining the Nazis in 45?

Burns looked at him, "I know the burden is very heavy now..."

"I have a better candidate."

Scrimgeour interrupted her. "I recommend Miss Hermione Granger."

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

Burns' eyes widened.

"Rufus, I hope you are not kidding. Miss Granger is a very good witch, but she is only a 16-year-old child."

"She's an adult, and this is not the time for red tape. This is war time."

"Miss Granger's performance is obvious to all. The Darkness Army she trained is even better trained than the Aurors."

"This will be the backbone of the fight against Voldemort and Mo Bai."

"That would totally allow her to join the Aurors, or even take your current position."

Burns argued.

"Moreover," she said with a strange look in her eyes, "making Miss Granger the minister, this seems to be Mo Bai's original plan."

“But the plan failed.”

Scrimgeour spoke loudly.

"But I have to admit that part of what he said makes sense."

"Scrimgeour! Be careful what you say!"

Scrimgeour ignored Burns's rebuke.

"The current Ministry of Magic has become corrupt under the leadership of Fudge. It is even worse than a group of students who have only been trained for one year."

"We need fresher blood."

"The most important thing is, if Mo Bai or Voldemort invades the Ministry of Magic again, besides Miss Granger, is there another person who can lead us to fight against them?"

There was silence in the room.

Burns stared at Scrimgeour's face.

His eyes were determined and his expression was normal, just like his usual old lion self, with no signs of being cast under the Imperius Curse.

Burns gave Scrimgeour a long look.

"You better know what you're doing."

Scrimgeour met his gaze, speaking with conviction.

"I know perfectly well."

……

"Mr. Scrimgeour, I want you to do me a favor." Under the dim candlelight, the boy's face was looming in the darkness.

"Voldemort is about to attack the Ministry of Magic. I want you to inform Fudge of this, but don't tell him about Voldemort's existence. I'm afraid he will flee."

"why?"

"Because of this war, the Ministry of Magic will lose."

"And Fudge will not have any chance of making a comeback. After Fudge's complete downfall, the position of Minister of Magic will be within your grasp."

"You're not that kind, are you?"

"Of course," the boy raised his lips, "I want you to give up your position as Minister of Magic to someone else."

"impossible!"

He said righteously, "Even if I die, I will never hand over the Ministry of Magic to a dark wizard."

The boy sneered, "Controlling the Ministry of Magic means nothing to me. The person you need to give up your position to is not me, but Hermione Granger."

He was stunned. The recent unusual events in the magic world quickly connected to a line in his mind, and the end of this line was in the hands of the young man in front of him.

"You are behind all this?"

Without leaving your home, you can stir up trouble.

However, he turned the wizarding world upside down just for a girl.

Other eyes are strange.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are love-brained?"

The boy shrugged, "People often say that."

"But that's not enough to convince me. What about you? What role do you play here? Miss Granger is your girlfriend, and leaving the wizarding world to her doesn't seem to be any different than leaving it to you."

"Besides, even if I were the nominee, Parliament would not allow a little girl to be a minister."

"You do not have the option of refusing, Mr. Scrimgeour,"

"You know, whenever I want."

The boy smiled gently, with green light flowing between his fingers.

He knew that it was the light of the Imperius Curse.

"And, by that time, they will agree..."

Seeing the confusion on his face, the boy smiled gently.

"You can't kill all the Dark wizards, Mr. Scrimgeour."

"But just because it exists doesn't mean it's uncontrollable."

He didn't understand this sentence at that time.

Only now did he understand.

If there was one person who could gather all the dark wizards together, it would be the most terrifying force in the world.

The question is, what if the mastermind of this force is a top love brain?

When Hermione, who was sitting in the room, learned that she was elected as acting minister, the expression on her face was very strange.

The expression of wanting to cry but unable to, and being angry and helpless made the two Aurors who came to deliver the message look at each other in bewilderment.

They were also surprised when they learned this information, but they did not question it.

During the battle, the young girl's performance impressed everyone, and the Aurors even envied the students' equipment.

Hermione quickly sorted out her complicated thoughts, wiped her face and raised her head.

"let's go."

The moment she walked out the door, she suddenly thought of something and curled her lips.

Using the Obscurus to block the Killing Curse, someone learned it in the second grade...

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"Your wand and Harry Potter's wand are brother wands. The owners of brother wands cannot harm each other."

In the dark room, the dying Ollivander spoke to Voldemort.

"I see. What about the most powerful wand in the world?"

Ollivander's lips trembled. "That is the legendary wand, one of the three deathly hallows. No one knows where it is now..."

Halfway through his speech, he watched in horror as Voldemort pulled out a strangely shaped wand from his sleeve.

"The Elder Wand? Why is it in your possession?"

Voldemort smiled sinisterly, "Lock him in the dungeon."

The Death Eaters took Ollivander away.

Voldemort stroked his wand.

"Harry Potter."