Chapter 257 Albus, You Are Right

Although the Shield Charm Harry used hastily was not very strong, everyone in the audience was still shocked.

Many employees of the Ministry of Magic could not cast a spell that was not difficult and formed so quickly and agilely!

Everyone was talking about it, and some people showed shame on their faces.

Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, turned around and asked:

"Has Harry Potter considered the Auror career after graduation?"

Professor McGonagall had sent all the teams in, and now she returned to the audience to see the students' performance.

Hearing this, she was stunned for a moment, and then said:

"Harry is not old enough to think about these issues... but he may become a seeker for the national team - Harry also has outstanding talent in this regard."

Someone next to him laughed and said: "Sure enough, father and son are inherited - I remember James was also very good at flying."

"Yes." Another former classmate said in a nostalgic tone: "He is a chaser for Gryffindor, but he can also easily catch the Golden Snitch."

Scrimgeour was not disturbed by the outside world at all. He continued to look at Professor McGonagall and said seriously:

"If he wants to become an Auror, even if his grades in some subjects are not enough, I am willing to make an exception and admit him. Please tell him for me - he is very talented, and I look forward to him joining the elite wizard team."

Professor McGonagall was a little surprised. After all, Harry was only in the second grade, and the Aurors always accepted only the best wizards to join them.

In fact, due to the decline in the level of Hogwarts students in recent years, fewer and fewer students can be admitted by the Aurors after graduation. Last year, there was even only one.

Thinking of Harry's character, Professor McGonagall nodded slightly and said, "I will tell him... but what to do in the future depends on Harry's own ideas."

Scrimgeour said in a low voice, "Of course."

While speaking, they did not ignore the images in the mirror.

In the original plot, Harry faced challenges and crises several times, relying on three points of luck, three points of talent, three points of elders and friends, and the remaining one point of the author's preference, and then he stumbled through.

But at this moment, he skillfully used various magics, was brave and fearless when he should move forward, and was very decisive when he should retreat. He cooperated well with his friends around him, and sometimes he could protect his classmates next to him.

Even compared with those excellent teams that were close to adulthood, this team composed of second-year students was not much inferior.

It can be said that Harry perfectly met everyone's expectations for the "young savior", even better than they expected.

An elderly wizard took Dumbledore's hand and almost burst into tears.

"Albus, I once begged you... begged you to let me adopt that poor child. I promised to love him as my own son, but you refused..."

"Later, I heard that you sent him to his Muggle relatives' home. I thought you had finally gone crazy... Because I attended James and Lily's wedding and knew what kind of people those two were, so I said very unpleasant things to you..."

"I want to apologize to you - I'm sorry, Albus... You are right... You have raised this child very well..."

"I'm sorry that I once called you a cockroach with a head covered in syrup, an incurable idiot..."

Even a heart as strong as Dumbledore felt embarrassed at this moment.

Professor McGonagall next to him looked ahead with a tense expression, as if he didn't hear what the old wizard said at all.

But Dumbledore's eyesight did not decline with age. He was sure that his deputy headmaster was laughing in his heart.

Dumbledore held the old wizard's arm and said helplessly:

"I didn't do anything... I was also surprised that Harry could grow up so well."

This was the truth, but no one around believed it.

The old wizard automatically blocked Dumbledore's words and said naggingly:

"I should have thought of it earlier. You must have a long-term plan for him... If I take him home, I will definitely spoil him, which really ruined this child..."

Dumbledore tried to change the subject: "In fact, other children are also very good. Look, those children can almost use the Shield Charm..."

Old wizard: "If Lily could see Harry now, how happy she would be! You don't know, she also gave me a radio, which I have kept until now. But after she was killed, I can't bear to turn it on..."

This made everyone around silent for a while, and some emotional wizards' eyes were slightly moist.

Only Fudge, who was sitting in the front, seemed to be forced to be invisible, with an ugly face.

He felt that he did not get the respect he deserved.

But more importantly, he observed carefully and noticed the performance of other little wizards besides the Savior.

Skilled in armor spell, stunning spell, petrification spell, disarming spell...

Fudge himself also has children, all of whom have graduated from school and entered the Ministry of Magic under the arrangement of their father.

Although Fudge's own level is limited, he still believes from the bottom of his heart that his children are little wastes, and he is afraid that they will write the wrong name of the visitor when doing registration work.

But these children in front of him...

Their performance seems to have confirmed those rumors——

Dumbledore is training a powerful army in the school, preparing to seize the power of the wizarding world and drive the current minister, that is, Fudge himself, out of office.

Fudge felt weak in his heart, as if he was forced to the edge of a cliff by a dragon, but for some reason, the other party had not yet reached out to push him down.

He was trembling with fear and wanted to speak several times, but he never dared to use the name of the Ministry of Magic to pressure Dumbledore as before.

Just talking to him normally made Fudge feel very pressured.

Fudge stared at the huge, endless maze in front of him with a look as if he was looking at some kind of monster.

——Perhaps a new education order can be signed to prohibit Hogwarts from holding similar games or competitions.

——Or contact Malfoy and others, and use the power of the school directors to drive Dumbledore out of the school.

Fudge imagined himself dominating the school while Dumbledore retreated in disgrace like a defeated dog...

Then he realized with frustration that if Dumbledore really wanted to seize power, the headmaster would have come to him before his order was even issued by the Ministry of Magic.

——It would be better to make some more capital while he was still in power...

Suddenly, Fudge thought of the suggestion made by the French Minister of Magic at the previous meeting of wizards from various countries.

Restart the Triwizard Tournament.

Now it seems that it is really a good idea...

Looking at the talented little wizards in the mirror with a new perspective, Fudge gradually smiled.