After Ian left Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore sat quietly, his eyes falling on the lemon candy jar on the table.
The candlelight reflected a soft light between his lenses, making him look particularly calm.
After a few minutes, the door was pushed open.
Professor McGonagall walked in, his shawl jacket trembling slightly.
"Albus, why did you call me here?" she asked.
Dumbledore raised his head with a gentle expression. "Minerva, I need you to write a letter, asking Remus·Lupin to come back - to serve as the new Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Lupin?" McGonagall was startled, then nodded, "Have you finally made up your mind? Judging from the few classes last semester, Lockhart is indeed full of empty talk."
Dumbledore smiled bitterly and said, "Yes. Hogwarts Board of Governors is extremely dissatisfied with his performance and has asked me to change the candidate immediately."
"It's really rare for the board of directors to interfere in school affairs."
"The situation is different now." Dumbledore sighed, "The majority of the seats on the council have been controlled by Ian. In the future, this kind of intervention may become the norm."
McGonagall looked at him with a complicated expression and asked in a low voice, "Albus, are they going to remove you?"
"There are no signs yet." He shook his head, "But who knows what the future will bring?"
The air was briefly silent.
"What about Lupin?" McGonagall asked hesitantly, "Will his identity cause problems?"
"If it is really a problem," Dumbledore showed a faint smile, "Ian will solve it."
McGonagall frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"
"If my guess is correct, his next plan is to control those 'dark creatures' rejected by society - Werewolf, Vampire, and even Troll.
As long as he can develop a potion that allows them to control their own state,
If you promise social status and equal rights, they will be willing to be loyal."
McGonagall was speechless for a long time after hearing this. He could only sigh softly, "I hope you are wrong."
She turned around to prepare the letter, but before leaving, Dumbledore added, "By the way, please ask Harry Potter to come to my office."
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A few minutes later, Harry walked into Headmaster's Office.
There was no one in the house, not even Fawkes was missing.
The only movement came from a giant snake coiled next to the bookshelf.
The snake's eyes were as cold as iron.
Harry subconsciously took a step back, but in the next moment, a strange impulse prompted him to speak.
What came out of the tip of the tongue was the hissing Parseltongue.
The snake's pupils flickered, and its originally tense body slowly relaxed and curled up on the ground again.
At this moment, Dumbledore walked out from behind the secret door.
He looked at the young man in front of him with complicated thoughts:
"Potter Family and Gaunt Family have no blood connection...
Then, Harry's Parseltongue ability can only have one source."
He sighed and looked deeply.
--
At the same time, Hogwarts is in another place.
Ian is walking side by side in the corridor with the janitor Filch.
"Professor Bones, are you really sure there's nothing wrong?" Filch's voice trembled with a hint of excitement.
Ian smiled lightly and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, Argus.
Have you ever heard that I failed?"
"No." Filch grinned, but his expression was still nervous.
The two soon arrived at a well-furnished room.
There are several wizards sitting inside the door - Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia·Bones, and reporter Rita·Skeeter of <Daily Prophet>.
The eyes of those present fell on Filch almost at the same time.
The old janitor always seemed rude and mean, but now he looked like an actor about to take the stage, even breathing carefully.
"Are you ready?" Ian asked.
Filch took a deep breath and nodded heavily.
A bottle of silver-shining potion was placed in his hand.
Ian nodded and drank it down without hesitation.
The liquid slid into the throat, with a stinging and burning taste.
Filch coughed a few times, a look of pain appeared on his face.
Everyone watched with bated breath.
One minute - two minutes - five minutes passed.
When everyone started to worry, a majestic magic power suddenly burst out from Filch's body.
The air vibrated and pages flew.
"I... I feel it!" Filch's voice trembled with excitement.
He stretched out his hand and waved it lightly - the chair on the table instantly Transfiguration turned into a sparrow.
He waved his magic wand again, and the sparrow turned into a flower, then into a small snake, and finally returned to the form of a wooden chair.
He was like a child who got a new toy, smiling from ear to ear.
"I can do magic... I can finally use it!"
Rita·Skeeter immediately took out the snapshot camera and flashed continuously.
"Mr. Filch, you are the first Squib to awaken your magic power. What do you think?"
"That's great." Filch held Ian's hand excitedly, "I can finally change the world with magic like the children."
Ian smiled, "From today on, Wizarding World will no longer have Squib."
There was a brief silence in the house.
Afterwards, several officials sighed - they all understood that Ian·Bones had once again rewritten the rules of Wizarding World.
Rita immediately turned to Minister Fudge: "Minister, what do you think of this breakthrough? Are there any plans to promote this medicine?"
Fudge straightened his back and made his usual political smile, "Of course. This invention is of great significance. I will personally preside over the award ceremony and award Professor Bones a First-Class Order of Merlin.
In addition, I will require all Squib to receive pharmaceutical treatment so that they can regain their ability to cast spells."
"That's really exciting." Rita quickly took notes.
She turned to Amelia·Bones: "Director Bones, what impact do you think this invention will have?"
Amelia replied calmly, "This will be an opportunity for Wizarding World to be reborn.
For many years, many wizarding families have been afraid to have children because they are worried about giving birth to Squib.
But now, this concern no longer exists.
As long as this potion becomes popular, the birth rate of Wizarding World will increase significantly."
Rita raised his eyebrows slightly. "What about the financial burden?"
"In order to solve the fertility problem," Amelia continued, "I suggest Ministry of Magic set up 'Wizarding Children Growth Fund'.
Every wizarding family can receive state funding for every child they have.
The more children you have, the higher the subsidy - until they reach adulthood."
Her tone was firm, and the scene suddenly became quiet.
Everyone realized that this plan was not only a Fawley system, but also a political revolution.
Ian smiled lightly and added, "This is not charity, but investment.
Invest in the future of the Wizard Race group."
The camera shutter sounds continuously. The news headline written by Rita has almost taken shape.
After the meeting ended, everyone left one after another.
Fudge's face looked extremely unnatural.
The halo of the entire conference was almost taken away by Ian and Amelia.
But he - Minister for Magic - has become a foil.
He stood there for a moment, his face gloomy.
When the last person left, he whispered to Dumbledore:
"It seems that Ministry of Magic in the future may no longer need me."
Dumbledore looked at him and shook his head slightly. "The future will never move forward according to our wishes."
Fudge sneered, "Maybe."