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Chapter 24 Did I... hurt your pride?

Silence...and more silence.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

A call suddenly came from the public ward—

"Weasley, Weasley?... Oh, no, I'm looking for Percy Weasley!"

"What is it, Oliver?"

"Professor Dumbledore—"

A boy's voice said,

"He wants you to go to the small room in front of the auditorium right away; he has something to ask you."

"Professor Dumbledore must be trying to get information from me about what happened when the train went out of control!"

Percy's tone was tinged with a hint of pride.

"I'm off right away, Oliver... just one minute, I'm applying some white powder to this little guy, he cut his back on glass."

"Then hurry up—"

The boy called Oliver said in a nonchalant tone,

"Because the Minister of Magic is also waiting there."

Bang—crash—clang—smash!

"What's wrong with Percy Weasley? So reckless!"

Madame Pomfrey, who was preparing medicine, stormed out of her small room in a huff.

"Don't you think I've caused enough trouble already?"

There was no response, because Percy had already reached the third floor.

Ares' attention shifted from the little incident outside the ward to Hermione Granger in the side bed.

The little girl's wide, round brown eyes were still glistening with tears, her lips were slightly parted, but her expression... well, a mix of emotions?

"Cough cough—"

Ares loosely clenched his fist, then coughed twice, covering his mouth with it.

"It's a misunderstanding, Miss Granger—I think we both agree that there's a misunderstanding between us."

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then nodded, seemingly confused.

"I never lie through my teeth, Miss Granger—"

Ares' tone brightened, and a peculiar smile appeared on his face.

"The Ministry of Magic also thought I was selling fake medicine, which is why they arrested me and put me in jail. But they quickly realized they had wronged an innocent person and immediately released me!"

A flash of realization crossed Hermione's brown eyes, and she nodded more deeply.

"I swear on the lives of Professor Dumbledore... oh, you know, the white-bearded one, you'll see him soon—I swear on the lives of his descendants, Miss Granger—"

Ares's kind smile

"The medicine I sell is absolutely effective—it made you unconscious for a while, didn't it?"

But you were probably too flustered to notice that you woke up full of energy and had a superb memory, didn't you... preview your new textbook, Miss Granger?

"Preparation time, Professor Delfino!"

Hermione puffed out her chest, her tone suddenly becoming arrogant.

"I memorized all the textbooks."

"This is it!"

Ares applauded Hermione, sealing the deal.

"That's the remarkable effect of my unique brain-boosting agent!"

Is...is that so?

Hermione Granger nodded, feeling a little dizzy.

Seeing that the little girl agreed with him, Ares breathed a sigh of relief.

"So you don't want my money back?"

"Actually, I..."

Hermione stammered and couldn't explain clearly.

"Alright then, Miss Granger!"

Seeing that the little girl was still hesitating, Ares gritted his teeth.

"If you ever run into trouble at Hogwarts, feel free to come to me, and I'll take care of it for you... consider it after-sales service, okay?"

...............

"What do you think that stream of light was, Dumbledore?"

"There are many guesses, Connelly, but none of them stand up to scrutiny."

So, from Percy's account, Fudge and Dumbledore got a general idea of ​​what happened before and after the train went out of control.

They emerged from a small room at the front of the auditorium, remained silent as they crossed the auditorium into the foyer, and then ascended the spiral staircase within the foyer.

But once he reached the second floor and was out of sight of the students and therapists, Fudge couldn't suppress his desire to find out the truth.

He wiped the sweat from his cheeks with a handkerchief and eagerly asked Dumbledore, but the answer he received did not satisfy him.

"You needn't worry if there are no student casualties, Dumbledore."

The two continued climbing the stairs. Fudge glanced at Dumbledore's calm face and murmured mournfully, "Alas!"

"But the Ministry of Magic is in big trouble—"

Fudge had a long face.

"Needless to say, I will definitely have to do a feature interview with The Daily Prophet about this incident... Rita Skeeter, that stubborn bastard, will definitely not let me get away with this easily—and the public will definitely ask me for the truth."

I'm almost certain I won't be able to work in my office until this is cleared up, because it's already been flooded with shouting letters from all over the country!

The two people went up to the third floor.

"The advice I can give you is—"

Dumbledore remained calm and composed, his deep blue eyes unfathomable.

"Withstand the pressure—Connelly, do not make any statements before the Department of Transportation issues a reliable accident investigation report."

Accident investigation report from the Department of Magical Transportation?

Fudge couldn't help but sigh when he heard the suggestion.

"Also, there's one more thing I hope we can agree on, Connelly—"

Although he was much older than Fudge, Dumbledore's breathing remained steady.

"I know you're determined to reward Ares—I don't object, and I also believe that Ares Delfino deserves more than a Merlin First Class medal for his role in this crisis, but if..."

As Dumbledore ascended the fourth-floor corridor, he paused, and his usually unwavering gaze flickered with a rare seriousness.

"If—Ares hopes to receive a special release order from you later—"

"Well?"

"It's the Ministry of Magic's ban on his wands, Cornelius—"

Dumbledore's gaze hardened again as he looked at the Minister of Magic.

"Of course I can't order you around, Connelly, but this is just my suggestion... I hope you'll consider it carefully."

When Ares's ban on wands was mentioned, Fudge shifted his broad shoulders uneasily.

He paused under a torch, then turned his puzzled look to Dumbledore.

"It sounds like you don't want Ares to get the wand, Dumbledore?"

But why, I remember last time, didn't you strongly oppose the department destroying his wand?

Under the golden torchlight, Dumbledore's brow furrowed slightly, but he remained silent.

"Oh, I see—"

Fudge's chubby face showed a look of sudden realization first. He patted Dumbledore's arm lightly, smiling considerately.

"Yeah—yes, this feeling isn't very pleasant, is it?"

"A wizard stopping a completely out-of-control train without a wand—that's incredible... Oh, sure, I'm sure you could have done it when you were younger, Dumbledore, but now—uh, am I being too blunt?"

Without a doubt, Dumbledore rolled his eyes again, albeit subtly.

"I completely understand, I completely understand how you feel, Dumbledore—"

Fudge quickened his pace and continued walking towards the school hospital, fifty feet away.

"But you have to be open-minded, Dumbledore. You know this kind of thing was bound to happen sooner or later, didn't you?"

Sooner or later, it was bound to happen—Why aren't you saying anything, Dumbledore? Uh, why aren't you saying anything—I...did I hurt your feelings?