Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons

Dumbledore finally dealt with the troublesome Cornelius Fudge.

Even the Saints would have to think twice before entering, especially with professors arriving early to prepare for the new school year.

And Hogwarts' formidable and solid defensive formations.

Those were the formations that even Voldemort at his peak couldn't force his way through.

Cornelius Fudge turned around, his previously timid face suddenly becoming expressionless, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes.

Damn Dumbledore, he had hoped to use this opportunity to insert people into Hogwarts, but that old fellow had the nerve to say that these children still needed experience and shouldn't waste time on his safety.

Though he was old, he could still handle a few Saints.

Handle them!?

Hmph, fine.

I'd like to see how he explains to the parents and the board of governors when the Saints approach Hogwarts en masse.

By then, whoever I want to enter Hogwarts won't be up to Dumbledore to decide.

"Hmph, let's go." Cornelius Fudge glared viciously at Hogwarts, then turned to instruct the Aurors behind him to leave.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore and Hoare were strolling together down the school corridors, heading towards the Forbidden Forest.