Dumbledore was destined not to hear these words, so at the day of the award ceremony, Maple got his wish and received the video of the "public execution" of the greatest wizard of our time.
Originally, Dumbledore's expression was not still alright, but when "Qin Feng" appeared on the stage, the old man immediately saw the monocle that was filled with malice, so generously worn on Maple's right eye, the smile on his face immediately stiffened, awkward and distorted.
Although the principal quickly controlled himself, when he saw the familiar curve on the corner of "Qin Feng's" mouth, he knew that this "traitorous son's" conspiracy had succeeded.
However, for Maple, the award ceremony was generally quite smooth. If the painful right shoulder pinched by Dumbledore during the group photo was excluded, it would have been perfect.
Oh, he almost forgot, there was also a "Little Beetle" he found on the way to the toilet.
As for the "beetle" animagus who was forced to sign a series of unequal treaties with him, as long as he stopped jumping around on his face, Maple would not trouble her at all. After all, he also could not ignore the power of public opinion.
…
Time flies by, four years was sufficient to calm the storm caused by the invention of the spell, but it was also enough to change many things.
At the beginning of 1990, it was another clear morning. The rising sun was not enough to clear away the chill of early spring, but it could not stop the work of the round-faced Scottish chicken.
An owl with brown and black feathers was flying around in the mountains and fields, a letter was tied to its leg, as if it was searching for something.
Not long after, its sharp eyes quickly found the target of its trip – a small wooden cabin located on the hills.
"Duk! Dukduk, dukduk."
Landing lightly on the cabin's window, it shook off the snow on its wings, while impatiently knocked on the window with its short beak. Breaking the morning silence.
Soon, the windows opened automatically without any indication. Warm air surged from within, making the "messenger" squint its jewel-like eyes in comfort..
However, what surprised the fat chicken was that the one who received the letter was a flaming "pony" of similar size to him?
"Gugu?"
The owl tilted its hear and watched as the magical creature gave him a few copper knuts as tips from its mouth, then it opened its mouth and spit a black flame which temperature could not be felt and accurately burning the rope binding the letter on its talon, and then swinging its brush-like tail, he turned and ran back into the house without looking back, not forgetting to kick shut the window again.
"Gugu…"
Enveloped again by the cold wind, the fat chicken could not help but shiver.
It did not know what was going on with this magic pony, but it had confirmed that the letter had been delivered, so it stopped worrying and picked up the few copper knuts in its mouth – this was its breakfast money. It then shook its wings and flew again towards the sky.
In the room, the uncommon "Patronus" held the letter in its mouth, ran through the small living room, entered the alchemy room, carefully walked around the dense alchemy tools, walked towards Maple's desk and gently placed the letter from the Ministry of Magic before snorting happily.
"Oh, thanks, Heizi."
Maple put down the work at hand, took the letter, while using his wand to throw a small black fireball at the little thestral.
This thestral was actually one of Maple's research results. He used Fiendfyre that he had mastered and first divided them into individual groups of Fiendfyre, and then used profound soul magic on them. A harmless part of Maple's spirituality was separated and integrated into the Fiendfyre. After constant attempts, finally a true Fiendfyre Thestral was created.
Although it did not have a characteristic a normal thestral should have – only observable by those who had seen death, but on any other parts, it was no different from the actual magical creature.
The little thestral that was called "Heizi" by Maple could exist independently, but it would need to occasionally feed on Fiendfyre to survive and grow. It also needed Maple's spirituality. It was completely Maple's Fiendfyre "Patronus".
After seeing the birth of "Heizi" he no longer cared about the useless and ugly patronus spell.
Others' patronus were normal animals, white, and only had special attacks against Dementors and also needed to be casted to exist.
Maple's patronus – a magical creature, thestral, a symbol of death, black and fiendfyre, whoever touched would die, and in some sense, it was alive.
Please! This was super cool, right? Whoever dared to mock him in the future for not being able to use patronus, he would reply by letting "Heizi" shoot a Fiendfyre on their faces!
"Neigh…..!"
When Heizi saw this thumb sized fiendfyre, it neighed happily, stretched out his head, took its "breakfast", jumped down the table and ran to the side to enjoy it.
"Let me see... from the British Ministry of Magic to Mr. Qin Feng... Hm? Fudge is the Minister of Magic this year? I hadn't paid attention to this news."
When Maple saw the slightly unexpected situation, he realized that the year 1990 was the year of the Ministry of Magic's general election. Although there were his own interferences, other candidates were excluded due to various situations while Dumbledore, he was not interested in gaining power, so Fudge still got to pick up on the opportunity.
"Cornelius Fudge… a politician of mediocre ability in a position that does not allow mediocrity. If he does not realize this fact, he is doomed to disaster. However… he does not seem to have lost his mind yet."
Maple continued reading and soon his face became a little strange.
"Or is this the intuition of any power player? He actually invited me to serve as the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department and become a member of Wizengamot? I have to say this move is quite smart. Although I have no intention of running it in the past few years, I am indeed someone in a position of power in the neutral party. Taking up the position of director is, although unexpected, reasonable. And if I am recruited by Fudge into the Ministry of Magic, his slightly weak political resources can also be improved through various overt and covert ways."
"Should I accept his invitation…"?
Maple took off his disguise mask, rubbed his smooth chin, took a sip of water and carefully considered the pros and cons.
"I am currently role-playing [Dark Priest], if I joined the Ministry of Magic, my potion digestion would slow down again, but…"
While thinking about this, under his rational considerations, some emotions, not to be outdone, also joined in.
"If I can occupy a large part of the Ministry of Magic now, then the old man will not be alone in the future. This is a real world; I cannot just rely everything on the development of the plot. I can control more power so that if something unexpected happens, there will be more room to maneuver."
Although his understanding of death was limited to despair, even "despair" was enough for him to have a strong unwillingness to let this "unscrupulous" old man to die as stated by "fate".
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