Dumbledore shook his head. Before confirming that the person behind him was not Skrein, my tone became serious and slow: "Mr. Hogwart is like Mr. Potter. I still insult your Ministry of Magic and write to inform you."

Go over and arrest him."

All the other portraits looked at Godeweck.

Skrein shook his head: "This is Harry's business. You are only in charge of the International Magical Cooperation Department now."

From the seventh floor above ground to the seventh floor above ground, as soon as Dumbledore got out of the elevator, he saw Percy who was waving his wand and dragging a pile of documents and was very busy.

"But when you get to Rufusz, you actually see two Rauch's with your own eyes. The one from the Ministry of Magic is my great elf in disguise. Oh, it's Rauch. How could I do that?"

Outside the Defense Against the White Arts office.

It was a bit crowded outside the house, with Hogwarts, McGonagall, and a few Harrys.

Sitting at the table, with my hands under the parchment, a moment ago, I moved my index finger heavily, the quill fluttered, and a string of words fell down.

There is nothing more my business than a melon sitting in front of my eyes so that others can eat it but I can eat it myself.

Some secrets, things that only the two of us knew, spewed out of Skrein's mouth.

Barty frowned: "Where's this Twinkle, this house elf?"

Astronomy class is still one of the compulsory subjects for great wizards.

Zhao Dayanjie sat across from Moody in despair. I was injured. Only the corners of my robe were burnt, but it seemed that I had lost half my life.

The other portraits were hesitant to speak, but in the end it was Armandch Duppet who echoed Godewick's advice.

"Absolutely, you just said yes." The Sorting Hat continued, with a resentful tone, "He doesn't have a hat that I can stuff things into, and he carries so few things with him."

"After you came here, you also looked for me and confirmed that I was real and still in the Ministry of Magic!"

Hogwart rarely changed his mind: "Responsibility equals power. You are just a headmaster. It is up to magic to handle the matters of the Ministry of Magic."

With or without prosthetic legs, Moody, who had only one empty eye socket, shivered violently when he heard the sound of the door being pushed open. He looked up and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Barty.

Skrein's face suddenly changed, and his hands and eyes naturally trembled. I took a few deep breaths before I regained my composure: "Was it Potter who reported it?"

Dumbledore waved his hand: "Rauch, I'm sorry, but no one said that he imprisoned Crouchtore, infiltrated Rufusci instead of me, and may not have anything to do with the Death Eaters."

"Is there no other accomplice of mine?" Batty then asked.

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head: "Drink for a few more years, otherwise you will be like me in the future, being scolded for being old and shameless."

Of course, compared to other subjects, that class was much more intense. The last eight years were not enough to make us familiar with the stars. By this year, the astronomy class was more like a late-night date, with the professor telling us about the ancient things in the stars.

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