The letter read as follows:
Dear Mr. Potter,
We have received intelligence that you performed a Silencing Charm, a Petrification Spell, and physical-contact magic within a Muggle residential area. This action is in violation of Article 70 of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery and may result in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A Ministry representative will arrive at your residence shortly to destroy your wand.
As you have already received an official warning for violating Article 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that you must appear at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9:00 a.m. on August 12th.
Yours sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirk
Improper Use of Magic Office
Ministry of Magic
The Ministry has gone insane.
Although Harry had used magic to quickly get rid of Dobby's annoying chatter, he hadn't expected any serious consequences. At most, he thought, it would be a verbal warning.
Yes, using magic in the Muggle world was illegal, but underage witches and wizards typically only got a scolding with their parents present. Adults might get fined at most.
But destroying a wand? That was unthinkable. A wand, unless deliberately broken, was meant to accompany a wizard for life.
And the Ministry didn't even have the authority to expel Harry from Hogwarts. At best, they could report violations to the school and let it decide on disciplinary actions.
On top of that, there was even talk of a disciplinary hearing. That sounded nice on paper—but it was really just the wizarding court, the kind they used for criminal trials.
Naturally, Harry was shocked.
Gripping his wand, he muttered to himself: "Destroy my wand? Dream on. What's next? Am I going to be forced to oppose the whole world? Use Voldemort's dark magic to become the strongest wizard ever, kill and conquer, recruit followers, win the hearts of beautiful girls, battle the Ministry—and finally build a new magical era? Is that what we're doing now?"
Just as Harry was reveling in this exciting fantasy—
A ripple of magic energy appeared beside him. Though he could've used a Banishing Charm right away, he opted instead for a Lesser Invisibility Spell.
In an instant, Harry vanished.
Seconds later, a white-bearded old man with twinkling blue eyes appeared in Harry's room.
He spotted the piece of paper on the floor, picked it up, and read its contents. His face darkened with anger.
Could Harry have already been taken away? Impossible.
From the side, Harry noted the cold glint in Dumbledore's eyes. Damn, even angry, this guy looks cool. Probably could charm a bunch of naïve young girls.
Realizing it was Dumbledore, Harry stopped playing around and dropped the invisibility spell.
Dumbledore, wand raised, relaxed when he saw Harry appear.
"Headmaster," Harry said. "What the hell is this? And don't say I'm bragging, but even if I weren't Harry Potter—any wizard in my situation wouldn't get this kind of punishment. That letter might as well have ended with, 'Any resistance will be dealt with by immediate execution.'"
Though Dumbledore had declined the Minister position many times, he remained vigilant and forward-thinking. He didn't trust the Ministry. He had people inside—members of the Order of the Phoenix.
So when Harry had used magic and the Ministry responded with such a drastic letter, Dumbledore had quickly received word through his own channels. Without waiting to understand why the Ministry had lost its mind, he immediately contacted Mafalda Hopkirk and Cornelius Fudge. After persuading them to walk back the punishment, he came straight to Harry.
"So, what's going on?" Harry asked. "This isn't normal. I haven't figured it out yet."
Dumbledore replied, "Don't worry. You'll receive another letter from the Ministry soon."
He didn't explain why the situation had escalated so dramatically—Harry, after all, was only twelve. Even as bright as he was, he wouldn't fully understand.
Then Dumbledore skillfully changed the subject. "By the way, why did you use magic in the first place?"
Harry didn't press further. He figured if he gave Dumbledore the gist, the old man could piece the rest together.
"A house-elf from the Malfoy family came to me. Tried to warn me not to go to school because Voldemort would be there trying to hurt me. He rambled on and on, so I told him to shut up," Harry said coolly.
He didn't even blink. Let Dumbledore worry about all this. Why should I care?
Sure enough, Dumbledore's expression changed. "Harry, what exactly happened?"
"That's all I know."
Dumbledore went silent, deep in thought. He knew Voldemort had created several Horcruxes.
Before summer, he had seen Voldemort's soul vanquished by Harry.
But since Horcruxes were involved, Dumbledore had reason to believe Voldemort could still return. No one really knew if Horcruxes could bring someone back to life.
He had already warned both the Ministry and the International Confederation of Wizards—but without direct proof, even he wasn't sure. Let alone others.
Which is why most ordinary wizards still didn't know Voldemort had returned.
News of his possible resurrection was limited to just a handful of high-ranking officials in the Ministry and the Confederation.
After all, "maintaining stability" knows no borders. When faced with such a threat, leaders almost always choose to keep it from the masses.
Minister Cornelius Fudge was convinced Voldemort was dead. At a recent meeting, he had shouted: "He's been dead for twelve years!" He hadn't outright called Dumbledore a liar, but he'd heavily implied it.
He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it.
He'd only been Minister for two years. Obsessed with wealth and power, he couldn't allow Voldemort to return on his watch—it would ruin him. His rival Barty Crouch would seize the opportunity to take his place.
So in his mind, Dumbledore had fabricated the whole thing to steal the limelight. That wily old fox.
Dumbledore, of course, saw right through him. He'd turned down the Minister job multiple times, yet Fudge still didn't trust him.
This entire ordeal was Fudge's doing—a test, a provocation aimed at Dumbledore.
Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was Dumbledore's trump card.
If the Ministry could kick him out of the wizarding world, great. If Dumbledore resisted, then they could at least smear Harry's name.
So yes, the current Minister was a complete idiot.
No real wisdom—just petty schemes, always playing short-term games without thinking of long-term consequences.
It was only because Dumbledore was so patient that this moron hadn't already been removed.
…
A short while later, another owl flew in.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Following the letter sent twenty-two minutes ago, we have conducted further review. The Ministry has amended its decision and will not destroy your wand immediately. You may retain it until your hearing on August 12th, where a final decision will be made.
In discussion with Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Ministry has also agreed to postpone any decision regarding your expulsion. Until then, your status at school is considered undetermined.
Best wishes,
Yours sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirk
Improper Use of Magic Office
Ministry of Magic
Reading this second letter, Harry finally understood what kind of plot this was.
It was the same storyline from a few years later, when the Order of the Phoenix arc began—when two Dementors attacked Harry and he was forced to use magic.
This was all Fudge's attempt to pressure Dumbledore.
If Harry remembered correctly, during the actual hearing, Fudge had been absurdly hostile, treating Harry like a criminal.
He'd outright denied the Dementors ever appeared. Even when witnesses spoke up, Fudge dismissed them as lunatics.
He even rewrote laws just so they could expel Harry. Talk about a power move.
And he deliberately moved the hearing up so Dumbledore wouldn't be there to defend him.
Honestly, it was a solid combo attack—even Dumbledore had nearly fallen for it. Shame it was the only time Fudge used his brain, and he used it against his own side.
The whole goal was simple: Harry knew Voldemort had returned, and the Ministry refused to accept it. Fudge feared losing power, so he tried to kick Harry out of the magical world.
This was wizarding Britain's version of entrapment.
Tch. Absolutely idiotic.
The guy thought that kicking Harry out would magically make the problem go away.
Talk about putting your hands over your ears and pretending you didn't hear the bomb ticking.
Still, Fudge had pulled this stunt a few years too early.
Maybe it was because Dumbledore had reported Voldemort's survival to the Ministry and the Confederation, which altered the timeline.
Or maybe Harry's own actions had shifted things slightly.
Either way—it didn't matter now.
He'd been sent a legal warning. What else could he do?
Might as well show up to court, play along.
What, was he supposed to yell, "Why should nobles be the only ones with power? The Ministry is corrupt and treats model students like dogs!" and then start a magical revolution?
Nah. Better to rest.
All that daydreaming about becoming some dominant, overpowered antihero? That was fun, sure. But Harry preferred his peaceful school life—flirting with Hermione and Cho, raising his pets, sunbathing under the Whomping Willow, showing off to classmates. That was the good life.
What's the point of living in a magical world if you don't enjoy it?
Fighting all the time is exhausting.
So Voldemort, that nutcase who kept screaming about restoring the old ways—he could just drop dead. Harry would gladly choke him out if he dared show up again.
Oh, and he was moving up a year soon. A whole new wave of adorable first-year girls would be arriving, and as an upperclassman, Harry had a duty to guide them.
He was a busy man, after all. No time to waste on nonsense.
But seriously, Fudge really was a disaster of a Minister—always stirring up trouble.
In any normal school, he'd be the class clown who ruined it for everyone.
Experienced teachers would just move his desk to the corner, give him no seatmate, and let him fade into the background.
Harry's random thought surfaced again. He tilted his head slightly.
"Dumbledore, have you ever thought about becoming Minister for Magic?"
Also, why the hell are you so tall?
Dumbledore looked at Harry in surprise. "What makes you ask that?"
"Isn't it obvious? You've got the strength, ability, reputation, popularity—everything Fudge doesn't. Calling him 'fat' is an insult to fat people. Why does he keep trying to edge you out? Because even he knows you're the better choice!"
"And the public loves you. If you ran for office, you'd win in a landslide. But instead, you're doing all the work of a Minister for free, with the lovely title of 'Advisor to the Ministry.' Do they even pay you? You think they'll respect you just because you do so much for them? Best case scenario, they stab you quick and clean. But when things go south, you'll be their scapegoat. And you're still okay with that? Honestly, it's pathetic."
Even Dumbledore looked a little embarrassed.
But he quickly composed himself. "I will not become Minister for Magic. Now then, I must go to the Ministry. I'll come fetch you for the hearing."
"Hey, I'm not finished!"
Whoosh.
The room was empty.
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