"Howl!"
Professor McGonagall's startled cry echoed throughout the Great Hall, startling many Little Wizards during the bustling breakfast.
Howl was currently enjoying his fish soup this morning.
He looked up, a little confused: "Minerva, what happened?!"
Professor McGonagall's lips trembled, clutching a letter in her hand: "Oh my, why are you still here? Look at this."
The Little Wizards all looked sideways, curiously watching the two Professors.
About ten meters away, Howl raised his hand: "Don't rush, Minerva, let me see."
As he spoke, a force suddenly emanated from the letter in McGonagall's hand, flying towards Howl.
Moments later, the letter appeared in Howl's hand.
All the Little Wizards watched Howl, their curiosity incredibly strong, wanting to see what news had made Professor McGonagall so agitated!
However, to their surprise, the Professor suddenly let out a chuckle.
"Heh, interesting…"
He took out his pocket watch and checked the time; it was past eight-twenty.
"Daring to play a trick on me…"
"I need to quickly go tell Dumbledore and Hagrid, you should go quickly too." McGonagall said hurriedly: "This news is too sudden."
"Professor, um… Hagrid left early this morning and came to the Castle." Harry suddenly raised his hand and said: "We saw him enter the Castle and go upstairs during our morning run."
"Mm-hmm." Next to him, Draco, as well as Crabbe and Goyle, also nodded quickly.
"Then they must have already gone!" Professor McGonagall said: "Howl, hurry!"
"No, don't rush…" Howl shook his head: "Let them stew for a bit."
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened instantly, and she walked closer step by step until she reached the teacher's table, saying seriously and in a low voice: "Howl, if you're not there, their process will continue! Things will be very troublesome!
They'll only blame you for being late! They've already sent out the letter."
"Letter?" Howl was a little confused; the letter in his hand suddenly burst into flames, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into ashes, carried by a gentle breeze, flying out of the Great Hall.
"There's no letter, I didn't receive one."
"This… but…" McGonagall somewhat understood Howl's meaning, but this… this was too fantastical.
"I didn't receive the letter, so it starts at ten o'clock!
If I get there at ten and no one is there, then I've been stood up, and it can only be their fault!"
McGonagall suddenly felt like she was going to faint, only feeling helpless.
"Don't worry, Minerva. Dumbledore is still there, isn't he?" Howl smiled, having no choice but to bring up the old bee.
Sure enough, after that name was mentioned, McGonagall also breathed a sigh of relief.
"But they are still there! You should go quickly!" McGonagall said.
"That's true…" Howl nodded, scooping a piece of fish with his spoon and putting it into his mouth.
"This fish soup is really good today, do you want to try some?"
McGonagall looked at the milky white fish soup, pondering for a moment.
Hmm… I'll get a bowl and try it.
Meanwhile, the most bewildered ones throughout this process were only the Little Wizards observing nearby.
Afterward, under McGonagall's urging gaze, Howl had no choice but to reluctantly speed up his eating a bit, then added two pieces of crispy toast and brewed a cup of coffee.
After a full meal, he leaned back in his chair and picked his teeth for a while.
Until McGonagall could no longer stand it, veins throbbing on her forehead: "Jones!!"
"Ah, alright, alright, I'm going, I'm going!" Howl nodded repeatedly, got up, and walked towards the staff common room…
Ministry of Magic, within the Tenth Underground Courtroom.
"I… I didn't do it… It was a Basilisk!"
"A Basilisk?! Rubeus Hagrid, I must tell you that the Ministry of Magic prohibited the private breeding of Basilisks a century ago.
To this day, within the entire Britain, such a creature has not appeared for decades.
Where is your evidence?"
"I… The Professors at Hogwarts have already dealt with it." Hagrid stammered.
"Dealt with? Do you mean fabricating a dangerous magical creature and then using 'dealing with it' as an excuse to get away with it?" Fudge pressed on.
Suddenly!
Bang——
The heavy door with chains burst open as if attacked by a wand.
"Who?!"
"This is a court hearing, irrelevant people get out!"
From within the dust and darkness, a figure in formal attire, wearing a Panama hat, with a cat's head and a human body, walked in.
"Which idiot arbitrarily changed the time?" A displeased voice emerged from him.
"You made me unable to even eat breakfast in peace!"
As he spoke, he took off his hat and placed it on the recording secretary Paul Lawson's desk.
"Howl, you're finally here!" Hagrid exclaimed with joy, as if grasping a life raft.
Then Howl nodded to him, signaling him to calm down.
"This is Jones?"
"Rubeus Hagrid's defense?"
The crowd rustled with discussions, and many even cast questioning glances towards Dumbledore.
The man next to Dumbledore also continuously scrutinized Howl, with a probing look in his eyes.
Suddenly, Howl below turned his head and met his gaze…
Howl looked at the man next to Dumbledore who abruptly shifted his gaze, a little confused.
How… that expression just now seemed like…
Introverted?!
He didn't know if that was the right word to describe the old man who looked to be seventy or eighty, but the way that guy moved his gaze just now, he felt that only that word could accurately describe it.
Suddenly, Fudge, from the main seat, made a difficult remark.
"Howl Capton Jones?"
Howl nodded, loosening his neck: "You must be Cornelius Fudge; my question just now hasn't been answered by anyone, why don't you answer it?"
"No one is obligated to answer your questions! You are severely late, please leave."
"You changed the time, hmm… but it seems you all arrived quite punctually, so it appears you all received the news early." Howl nodded, looking at Dumbledore.
"What about Dumbledore? When did you receive the news?"
Dumbledore showed a helpless smile.
"I was also late; I didn't receive the news."
"The Wizengamot has already notified you!" Fudge said: "That's your own problem."
"Oh." Howl nodded: "Then Dumbledore lied."
"It seems Minister Fudge means that the Principal of Hogwarts, the greatest Wizard of this century, Dumbledore, is a liar, dirty, one who speaks no good, and a scoundrel, old bee, disgusting fellow who likes to be intentionally late!"
"Huh? What?" Fudge suddenly seemed completely lost: "When did I ever say such a thing?!"
"Hmm." Howl nodded: "Then Dumbledore didn't lie, so it's your work that wasn't up to standard! You are incompetent and foolish!"
"Presumptuous, you think—"
Crack!
A loud, crisp sound suddenly appeared, and the face of the Wizengamot member who had just spoken quickly showed swelling and redness.
"Oh, what happened?" Howl was a little confused.
Then he spread his empty hands, realizing: "Someone is holding a wand and doing bad things here!"
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