Chapter 325 Routine Prophecy

"I actually don't understand. Does Fuji really not understand the current situation? With this situation, he still thinks that Crouch, you and I are all lying?"

Facing Sherlock's question, Dumbledore looked tired.

"It's not that he doesn't understand, it's that he can't see through it. His desire for power and fear of Voldemort have completely blinded him."

"To be honest, he was not such a person at the beginning. He and Barty were both candidates for the Minister of Magic, but no one thought he would be elected at the time. Even he himself was the same. He always thought Consider yourself a runner in that election.”

"Until it was exposed that Barty Jr. was a Death Eater, he, who didn't even think he could be a minister, became his only choice."

"When he first became minister, he was not very confident in his abilities, because everyone, including himself, knew that Crouch's ability was actually much stronger than his, and he was able to do what he is doing now. Playing in multiple positions is purely because of his luck.”

"So during that time, he often came to me. Basically, he would come to consult me ​​on all major events that happened in the magical world. I usually rarely gave him advice. He was an elected minister, not an elected minister. Someone’s puppet.”

"After that, after sitting in the position of minister for several years, his ambitions and desires became bigger and bigger as time went by, and he became more confident."

"When something happens, he rarely behaves like me again. Instead, he has made a group of friends who fit his status."

When Dumbledore said this, Sherlock couldn't help but think of someone.

"Lucius Malfoy?"

"Yes, this is the only group of people who have status in the magic world. Connelly himself is also from a wizarding family, but his family is not prominent. Those ancient families that claimed to have pure bloodlines simply looked down on him. A wizard with a Muggle family and a mixed-race background is just a little better."

"But after he took the position of Minister of Magic, the attitude of these people became approachable, which made Fudge naturally become friends with them."

"So these friends of his would say things in his ear that were hard to stop thinking about, especially about me."

Dumbledore's eyes were calm, and it was obvious that he didn't know anything about some things.

"Fudge's mentality has obviously changed. His nature is not bad, but as I said before, his ability is not strong, and his ugly words can also be called stupid. He really started to believe that I would threaten As for his position as minister, what happened this time was that I joined forces with Bhatti to carry out a subversive operation against the government organized by him."

"He has also experienced Voldemort's white terror on the wizarding world. His fear of Voldemort made him subconsciously avoid the fact that this person who has not been heard from for more than ten years will come back."

"It is because of this that he will vigorously deny this matter. In his understanding, as long as he admits it, the title of Minister Fudge will never exist again."

Sherlock couldn't help but frown.

"Extremely stupid."

Dumbledore was still staring at the fire in the fireplace, and he said something meaningful.

"Some people change so easily just because they are in different positions and come into contact with different people. And some people never change, even if they die and now they are coming back to life."

Naturally, Sherlock didn't talk to him about this when he came here. He asked straightforwardly.

"How have you considered what I said before? Whether you agree or not, I have to start preparations early now."

Dumbledore tapped his right thumb lightly with his left thumb.

"If you really want to do it, go ahead and prepare."

In the end, he compromised on Sherlock, but he looked at Sherlock with extremely serious eyes.

"However, you have to be clear about one thing, Sherlock. I am already a bad old man. Harry and the others still need time to truly grow up. There are not many people who can still take the lead in this."

Sherlock smiled at him.

"Don't say it like a farewell. I don't have to like this atmosphere, professor. Besides, the era we are in now may end, but people like us will never disappear. The most important thing in the twentieth century is The great white wizard is Dumbledore, and another great figure will also appear in the 21st century. This is inheritance and inevitable, and what we have to do now is to complete the things that are ours. "

With that, he turned his back to Dumbledore and waved.

"I always feel goosebumps all over my body when I say this. I'm really not a person who is suitable for speaking truth. See you later, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore looked at his back and couldn't help but smile. He smiled, shook his head and waved his hand.

"See you later, the best Hogwarts professor, Sherlock Forrest."

When Sherlock returned to his office, Hilke stood expressionless in front of his office door.

She was also holding in her hand a crystal ball that looked like it was used for prophecy, with strange matter like a nebula floating in it.

"Aha, are you here to see me and agree to go to Diagon Alley with me this weekend? I told you a long time ago that you should go to Madam Malkin's robe shop to order a new dress. Although it looks good to wear the same one all the time, it's still a bit monotonous."

After the Christmas ball, Sherlock and Silk's attitude towards each other changed significantly.

Of course Silk could sense this. She didn't know what happened in the middle, but it was obviously a good thing for her. At least Sherlock no longer deliberately avoided or evaded her on some issues.

It's just that she came to him this time for other more important things.

"I did a simple divination for you today as a routine." She seemed to be trying to keep her voice calm.

And Sherlock's eyes widened, with question marks written all over his face.

"Wait? What do you mean by routine!"

"It doesn't matter." Her eyes hidden under the black ribbon stared at Sherlock, and it was obvious that she was not joking. "The important thing is whether you are planning to do something?"

Sherlock's expression was restrained, and he was also looking at Silk.

"I just came back from Dumbledore's office and talked to him about something."

"Don't do it!"