Bill was speechless.
He chose to continue firing at Charlie, asking, "And what about Charlie?"
Mrs. Weasley's anger toward Bill took a turn for the worse.
"Charlie— "
"Not to mention him."
"He's even better than Bill, and despite being both the superintendent and the school's Quidditch star, he's never had a girlfriend!"
"If you're busy with your studies, what about after you start working?"
"We visited him in Romania so many times, but we never saw a single female colleague we knew well."
At this point, Mrs. Weasley lowered her head and wiped away tears. "I was so oblivious before. As a mother, I didn't even realize my child was going astray."
Charlie panicked. Afterlife and cut his hair short, he said directly, "Mom, I'm getting a haircut, right now."
"Really?" The crying stopped abruptly.
Charlie's face stiffened, but he still managed to utter a single word, "Really."
"Bill, what about you?" Mrs. Weasley trembled with suppressed sobs again.
Bill: "."
The others were all shocked: Holy crap, was he faking it?
Looking at his mother, he saw her Charlie's hair with her hands to determine how short it should be.
Bill leaned back, then forward, and his Flying Broomstick shot downwards instantly.
"Mom, I saw a guy I'm going to leave now!"
In the end, Bill managed to keep his hair.
Wizards travel in a way that is far too convenient.
To get to Egypt, you only need to obtain visas for the countries you will be visiting, and then you can simply move from one furnace door to another.
In less than 10 minutes, we arrived in Egypt, a land dotted with golden sand.
Bill has no plans to go home until he finds a girlfriend.
He's ready to accept the Egyptian witch who pursued him before.
In the blink of an eye, three days have passed.
The other side of the world of Brave of Light.
Aguraman of the Evil Moving Empire feigned a fit of anger, venting his frustration over the repair of the fifth pillar and his inability to re-enter the fifth level.
Daichi and his Dadi finally arrived at the World Tree and were treated to a banquet in Torubi Village.
Basil spent some more time with Nanali and Eve.
The purpose of coming to this world has been half accomplished.
However, the information about Ainuma and the yet-to-be-obtained Evil Moving Tribe Royal Armor, along with the timing being just right, allowed him to remain in this world.
The Evil Moving Tribe Royal Armor is the armor worn by Son of Canopus Gurenwalt, the king of the Evil Moving Empire, during the second summer vacation of the Dadi when it invaded the moon. It is similar to the Sagittarius Gold Saint Seiya Cloth.
It is the culmination of the Evil Moving Tribe's millennia-long accumulation of Super Science and magic.
According to Ainuma, under normal conditions, it is a liquid gold that exists between energy and matter.
Only when the Evil Power is large enough can it be incorporated into the body.
To date, apart from Kanopus, only Gurenwalt among the royal family has this possibility.
According to scientists, once integrated into it, one could travel between stars and traverse space in physical form.
It requires no breathing or excretion, thus eliminating all structural weaknesses.
It can transform everything destroyed by Evil Power into what life needs.
It can also amplify Evil Power tenfold.
In the original timeline, the Brave of Light exclaimed, "That guy's Evil Power has the ability to destroy the Earth."
Even in this state, however, Gurenwalt still did not have perfect control over it.
According to Ainuma, if mastered perfectly, one's body shape should not change at all.
However, Gurenwalt transformed into Giant, with half of his body being a high-level Super Brave of Light.
However, the combination of the royal armor and Gurenwalt, which was not perfectly mastered, could still fight against the combination of the ultimate Brave of Light, which was created by the Dadi and the High-Eared Tribe, chosen by the Moon God Power, over thousands of years and activated by the Moon God Power, and even withstand a sword blow with its own body.
This demonstrates the power of the royal armor.
Basil will definitely not let this go.
And the Harry world.
Three days later, most of the Wizarding World had figured out the rules of the world in which Hogwarts was located.
Wizards hostile to that world, Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, are not allowed to enter.
This rule is ingrained in our hearts.
Even if you can enter, if you harbor evil intentions and prepare to take action, you will still be selected by the teleportation beam and expelled.
In short, those wizards who were unable to enter and were expelled became a joke.
This also includes Fudge and Umbridge, who were thrown onto the tracks in public.
The Minister of Ministry of Magic's Minister's Office is furnished with luxurious furniture and is warm and comfortable.
Umbridge's droopy eyelids and bulging eyes almost popped out. "Minister, if this continues, Dumbledore is guaranteed to win. Our Ministry of Magic's authority..."
As she spoke, she was panting heavily, looking as if she were deeply concerned about the country and its people.
However, combined with her fluffy pink cardigan and toad-like face, she looked quite ridiculous.
Fudge, however, was no longer nervous.
He swirled the tall wine glass with his stubby fingers, then downed the red liquid in one gulp.
"Dolores, you care too much about the future of the Wizarding World; all you see is work."
"So much so that you're now in a panic and haven't seen the corruption beneath Dumbledore's glamorous facade."
"The rules of that world are only seemingly perfect."
"People's hearts are fickle."
"The British Wizarding World seems to be under our control."
"But in reality, those wizards who mostly come from Slytherin and occupy the upper echelons and most of the best resources are the true masters of the Wizarding World."
"That world is indeed wonderful; it is the future of wizards."
"But those guys who influence the Wizarding World from behind the scenes won't allow anyone to be above them."
"Even if that person is the greatest White Wizard Dumbledore, it is no exception."
"The same is true of their descendants, those students who attend Hogwarts."
This is based on Fudge's experience.
He once gained access to the Ministry of Magic by riding on Dumbledore's coattails, and he also considered doing something practical.
But when he actually implemented it, he found that his decrees were limited to this office.
At home and in the office, they received seemingly unrelated but actually threatening hints.
"I'm looking forward to it." Fudge's eyes narrowed.
"Soon, a large number of Slytherin students will be expelled from that world."
"White Wizard, how can you fight against the entire Wizarding World!"
Fudge laughed heartily, just like an old general on a theatrical stage.
At the same time.
Beneath a dilapidated church.
In the dimly lit space, a so-called aristocratic gathering was being held.
There are no nobles in the Wizarding World, but these Pure-blood Wizards who control most of the resources believe so in their hearts.
They are the uncrowned kings, the true masters of the Wizarding World.
They sat in a circle, each of them with their heads almost tilted back to the sky.
Here lies Lestrange, who, drawn by the allure of the Philosopher's Stone, moved the main branch to France, and recently returned to England.
Rosier originated in France, and also has branches in both Britain and France, with descendants in both the Malay Party and Death Eater.
Here, you can find almost all the illustrious surnames.
Abbott, Avery, Pritchard, Bock, Carrow, Flint, Greengrass, Macmillan, Parkinson, Selwyn, Shacklebolt, Shafik, Slughorn, Travers, Yaxley.
It can be said that, apart from the childless Gaunt and the unsociable Weasley, everyone is present.
This even included Barty Crouch Sr. Crouch the Elder, now the only one left, who still held great power and influence. He was holding a child who had appeared out of nowhere, looking at him with a kind expression.
I don't know which relative Neville was, but Lumbaton.
A silver-eyed Ollivander who is not in charge of making staffs.
Finn Granger, President of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association.
The most tyrannical and brutal dictator, Ulysses Rowle, a descendant of Damocles Rowle, the Minister for Magic who founded Azkaban, and the owner of Knockturn Alley.
However, the most eye-catching is Narcissa Malfoy, who still dresses like a widow.
But what's attractive about her isn't her stunning beauty or her aloof demeanor.
Rather, it was the unknown force behind her.
After Lucius Malfoy's death, countless people wanted to take a piece of the Malfoy family.
Just like they did to the Black family.
Surprisingly, this woman, who was considered an appendage of Lucius Malfoy, somehow managed to deflect all the open and covert attacks.
This reminds everyone that she is also the sister of Bellatrix Lestrange, that crazy woman.
Once everyone had arrived, the meeting regarding 'that world' quickly began.
"This is a provocation against us. I suggest we withdraw our funding to Hogwarts."
"Everyone should contribute a little money so that the shops and wizards in Hogsmeade can be relocated."
"Without people, let's see how Hogwarts will continue to operate."
"Right."
"Then seal that world away."
"We cannot allow such a powerful being to exist above us."
With almost no communication, some radical emerging wizarding families, the spokespeople for what the Muggle World commonly calls 'new money,' quickly expressed their opinions as if they were spoken by one person.
However, these remarks did not receive applause from most of the people present; some did not even bother to lift their eyelids.
Ulysses Rowle, seated at the High Table, scoffed, "Foolish."
Who do you think you're targeting?
"Fudge?"
"That's Albus Dumbledore!"
"After defeating Grindelwald in 1945, he could have held ministerial positions in several countries if he wanted to."
Finn Granger twirled the obsidian ring on his hand in agreement, "Fudge was opposed, but he didn't deserve it."
"That throne, which hangs high above, is actually within Dumbledore's reach."
"We don't need to give our permission at all."
"If he were to be even slightly tougher, like Grindelwald, you would all be the first to lick the soles of his shoes."
Ulysses Rowle sneered, "There's no need for Grindelwald at all."
"If they just learned from that madman Voldemort, they would be eager to launch a sneak attack."
"You!" The young 'nobles' all had contorted expressions.
A 'new nobleman' seated in the upper-middle ranks sarcastically remarked, "Dark Lord? Don't some of your Rowle also join the Death Eater?"
"You think you're something special just because you've learned to say the Dark Lord's name from Dumbledore?"
Ulysses Rowle's eyes turned cold. "What kind of Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to speak to me? And Rowle's master?"
"I am indeed no match for Voldemort. But Dumbledore and the Order of the Order of the Phoenix protected us."
"We only sent out two idiots from the branch family, and Voldemort didn't pursue us any further."
"Let's go back to the original topic."
"The place above us rightfully belongs to Dumbledore, but he just didn't want to sit down."
"Just be a teacher at Hogwarts."
"But we were clearly wrong."
"He was just using this to cover up his act of resurrecting his sister."
"So, when his sister was resurrected, he himself became younger."
"Start ignoring all the dust and boldly transform the world."
"Start with his own Hogwarts."
Wenda Rosier, the 'former' sorcerer, chimed in. "Now, he has given himself, us, and the people of the Wizarding World a perfect answer. Wizards no longer have to hide in the sunlight and live like rats in the sewers."
"To have one's own world."
Finn Granger added, "Not to mention, he also has the Philosopher's Stone."
"The imperial system was abolished simply because even the most brilliant monarch could not guarantee the excellence of the next generation."
"But Dumbledore possesses the Philosopher's Stone."
"A king who is an immortal philosopher ruling the world is undoubtedly the most perfect form of government."
A young 'aristocrat' couldn't help but stand up. "That's the problem."
How can you guarantee he won't spoil?
"Numerous wise monarchs have not become senile in their old age."
The old nobles, including Rowle, smiled slightly.
"Madness!"
"The incompetence of a wise ruler is merely due to the aging of his body."
"When hair turns white and skin wrinkles, one's thoughts also become confused as the body declines."
"Albus Dumbledore has spent nearly a century proving how perfect he is."
"Whether he was young or old and gray, he always performed flawlessly."
"Furthermore, he is not stingy in nurturing the next generation."
"Harry Potter, who is like a god, and the exceptionally talented Basil Granger are his perfect Inheritors."
"In short, we must adhere to the principle of Hogwarts as the center and resolutely uphold Dumbledore's rule."
"That will be the future of the Wizarding World, a paradise of peace and prosperity."
The meeting ended an hour later.
Inside the Shrieking Shack of Hogsmeade, Vynda Rosier and the other familiar faces from the recent meeting all knelt on one knee.
"Leader, we have arranged everything as you instructed."
"However, strangely enough, Finn Granger and Ulysses Rowle also spoke up for us."
The blond boy leaned against the window, his long fingers lightly tapping the windowsill. "That's not surprising."
"Basil Granger is also Granger."
"He is Albus's brother-in-law."
"As for Rowle, all I can say is that he hid it too well."
"To make Voldemort believe that he is on his side."
Grindelwald's eyes were resolute: Albus, if you are the leaf bathed in sunlight, then I am the root buried deep in the ground.
At the same time, Fudge, who was drinking red wine and eating grapes, heard undisguised footsteps.
Then, the mahogany door was opened wide.
The office was broken into.
Leading the group was Barty Crouch Sr. Crouch, followed by a group of Auror.
"Cornelius Fudge, you're under arrest!"
"You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."