The Ministry of Magic Intervenes

Harry looked troubled. The Invisibility Cloak couldn't hide four people, which meant that one of them couldn't be caught.

"How about I go to the lounge later?" Ron pursed his lips. "Although I don't really want to admit it, keeping me here is the most reasonable thing to do."

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance and nodded helplessly.

"No need for that," Aaron said casually, then took a small glass bottle from Abei's pocket. "The last of the Invisibility Potion, enough for this trip."

"Great, let's go now!" Harry said excitedly, then put on the Invisibility Cloak and covered Ron and Hermione with it.

Aaron shrugged and fed himself and Abei a bite.

After learning the Disillusionment Charm, this potion became useless to him—tasteless to use, but a pity to throw away.

We'll try to hide as much as we can, because the bottle will be empty by the evening.

A lone figure carefully made its way through the corridor, avoiding the patrolling Prefect, professors, and Ghost in the darkness.

After leaving the castle, Aaron and Abei exited their invisibility state, while Harry and the others remained hidden inside their Invisibility Cloak, too afraid to come out.

Is it really necessary?

Don't you feel uncomfortable walking like that?

"Safety first," Harry's voice came through the air. "I think you and Abei should also keep invisible, just in case the Basilisk targets you."

Aaron rolled his eyes, ignored him, and carried Abei forward on his own.

"Aaron, you should know the saying 'better safe than sorry'!" Hermione reminded her. "It's never wrong to be cautious."

"First of all, Abei is a universal radar; I am absolutely confident that I can escape before the Basilisk arrives."

Secondly, you've already experienced the intensity of the patrols. At this point, the Heir of Slytherin should be trapped in the Gryffindor room and unable to get out.

Unable to escape, the Basilisk could only obediently remain in the Chamber of Secrets.

Finally, we have three Pure-blood here; the Basilisk only targets lone or group-based Muggle-born wizard.

"In other words, we are still safe now." Aaron explained patiently, but Harry showed no intention of taking off the Invisibility Cloak, as if only the robe could bring them warmth in the quiet night.

They didn't dare to come out until they saw the pale yellow lights at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid knocked for about ten seconds before opening the door.

He looked very nervous. As he opened the door, he aimed his crossbow at the entrance. Only after seeing the group of people did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"What brings you here?" Hagrid asked, puzzled. "Never mind, come in first, I'll make you some tea."

After they sat down, they noticed that Hagrid's body was trembling and he was clearly distracted, not even noticing that the tea had spilled from his cup.

"Hagrid, are you alright?" Harry asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm perfectly fine."

"If things were going well, this wouldn't have happened," Aaron asked meaningfully. "What are you worried about?"

"No, it's nothing," Hagrid chuckled awkwardly. "Let me cut the cake for you!"

"Wait a minute, Hagrid." Harry quickly stopped Hagrid. "We have something to ask you, about the Chamber of Secrets."

Hagrid paused for a moment, then turned to Aaron and asked, "Did you tell them?"

"I didn't tell them; they found out on their own."

"Although the process was somewhat convoluted and bizarre, everything I know, they all know," Aaron said helplessly. "They came to you to find out if you have any other clues, even if they're not important."

"It's clear you're really pushed to the limit, but you need to understand..."

As soon as the words were spoken, there was a knock on the door, followed by the barking of Fang.

"Quickly put on your cloaks." Hagrid glanced at the doorway and immediately lowered his voice, "You guys hide and don't say a word."

The group immediately did as instructed; Harry, Hermione, and Ron hid under the Invisibility Cloak.

Aaron sighed regretfully and drank the remaining two doses of Invisibility Potion, one for himself and one for the dragon.

Seeing that they were all hidden, Hagrid picked up his crossbow and walked to the door.

Upon opening the door, Hagrid's expression turned somewhat surprised. "Professor Dumbledore."

Good evening, Hagrid.

Dumbledore walked in, and he wasn't the only one; behind him was a sturdy-looking stranger.

"Cornelius Fudge?" Aaron raised an eyebrow at the short, gray-haired Warlock holding a top hat. "Has the Ministry of Magic intervened?"

"You know him?" Ron asked in surprise. "He's my dad's boss, the Minister for Magic."

"Every time he comes to my house, he offers all sorts of benefits in an attempt to gain Gaius's support, but I refuse him every time."

This person is good at putting on a show, but that's about it. Deep down, he's weak, obsessed with power and money, suspicious, and possesses a strange kind of self-confidence until the very end.

"Someone like that can be Minister for Magic?" Hermione said incredulously.

"They were chosen by everyone!"

The Magical World is relatively peaceful right now, so leaving a mascot in that position isn't a big deal; at least he has the ability to maintain the status quo.

Harry nudged the two of them with his elbow, lowering his voice nervously, "Don't speak yet."

"The situation is bad, Hagrid, very bad."

"I have to come. These three attacks on Muggle-born are going too far; the Ministry of Magic must take action."

"I didn't," Hagrid said slightly. "You can ask Professor Dumbledore."

"Cornelius, I must tell you," Dumbledore said, "I have absolute trust in Hagrid."

Fudge waved his hand awkwardly, "Albus, Hagrid's record is very unfavorable to him, I have to take him away."

"Take me away?" Hagrid looked at him angrily. "Where to? Not to Azkaban, is it?"

Fudge felt a little guilty, but he didn't deny it. "I had no choice, Hagrid."

But don't worry, it will only last a short time; it's just a precaution.

If you are truly innocent, we will release you immediately and offer our full apologies.

The implication is that you're destined to be the scapegoat for now, and you have no choice but to agree.

Harry couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to rush out to defend Hagrid, but Ron and Hermione held him back firmly.

Then there was another knock on the door, and Lucius Malfoy entered.

He looked at the three people inside the room and smiled with satisfaction. "You've arrived, Fudge."

"What are you doing here? Get out of my house," Hagrid said rudely.

"To be honest, I don't want to go inside this at all..." Lucius looked at the small house, his tone laced with sarcasm and disdain. "This can be called a house?"

"That's the absolute truth," Aaron said, pursing his lips. "My dorm room is bigger than this."

"I didn't come here to see you." Lucius's gaze swept past Hagrid and landed on Dumbledore. "I just came to the school because they told me the headmaster was here."

"Alright! What do you want from me?" Dumbledore's tone was calm, but there was a hint of anger in his eyes, clearly indicating that he knew Malfoy's visit was not for anything good.

"I and the other Board of Governors agree that you should step down," Lucius said, taking out a piece of parchment. "This is your suspension order, along with the signatures of all twelve Board of Governors. We feel that you have lost control of the situation."

If the attacks continue, there may not be a single Muggle-born wizard left.

That would undoubtedly be a loss for the school.

"What? Has Lucius lost his mind?"

Even if you dislike Dumbledore, you shouldn't have driven him away at this time!

This time, Aaron couldn't hold back anymore. It didn't matter that Hagrid was imprisoned in Azkaban; he hadn't done anything wrong, at most he would be under house arrest and would be released soon.

However, if Dumbledore were to leave the school, the safety of Hogwarts would decrease by at least half.

If the heir is truly determined to take a desperate gamble, the professors alone can certainly protect everyone.

However, just as he tried to step forward, Harry and the other two held him tightly, making it difficult for him to move.

"You can't drive Professor Dumbledore away. Without him, who will protect the Muggle-born students?"

"Remember what I said, there will be more murders," Hagrid shouted.

"That's exactly what I wanted to say." Aaron wholeheartedly agreed with Hagrid's point of view. "Anyone can leave, but Dumbledore cannot."

"But you can't go out now." Hermione held him tightly, refusing to let go. "Calm down, going out won't change anything."

"Calm down, Hagrid."

If the Board of Governors wants me to resign, then I will have no choice but to step down.

"But please remember..." Dumbledore said, walking to the corner and giving a meaningful look to the invisible group, "At Hogwarts, anyone who asks for help will always receive help."

Aaron met Dumbledore's blue gaze, and an awkward smile appeared on his face.

As expected, such a simple trick as invisibility was no match for a Great wizard had stepped into the Saint Realm. It's likely that nothing they said or did escaped his notice.

"That's really touching." Lucius didn't seem to care, but he still feigned emotion and bowed. "Let's go!"

Dumbledore followed Lucius out of the room, but winked at the four of them before leaving.

"Let's go, Hagrid." Fudge looked at Hagrid, who was standing motionless. "Okay?"

"If..." Hagrid coughed twice, glancing casually at Fang Bi, who was looking for something, "I mean, if anyone is looking for something, just follow the spider."

That's all I wanted to say.

By the way, feed my Fang when I'm not chewing.

The two walked out of the small house and closed the door.

Harry tore off the Invisibility Cloak, revealing the three people inside.

Aaron also deactivated his invisibility. He angrily looked out the window at the figures walking further and further away. "He found us. He definitely found us."

Especially the final explicit statement, it seems Dumbledore wants to place his bets on us, and he's full of confidence.

That sixth brother, as expected, is a cunning and treacherous scoundrel when he gets old.

"That's not a good way to put it!" Harry said. "I think there's definitely something deeper in Dumbledore's words."

"I have to say something to you, Harry."

It's okay to trust someone, but you can't trust someone too much. You've only met Dumbledore a few times already!