In the principal's office.

After listening to Snape's brief statement of Barty Crouch Jr.'s request.

Dumbledore pushed down his glasses gently. "Crouch asked you to tell us this news?"

Snape nodded.

"Harry, what do you think?" Dumbledore turned his head.

Harry picked up the teacup and took a sip: "He still doesn't trust Professor Snape."

Dumbledore shook his head. "I mean the invitation from Crouch."

"What else can we do?" Harry put down the cup. "Can we choose not to go?"

It's related to werewolves, and it has to make such a big fuss.

"Doesn't the Ministry of Magic have some management methods for werewolves?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore shook his head: "The Ministry of Magic is short of manpower right now."

He paused for a moment and sighed helplessly: "The Ministry of Magic is still conducting self-inspection, but Thicknesse is the head of the Auror Office. Scrimgeour can barely ensure the normal operation of the Ministry of Magic, but other than that, there is almost no other manpower that can be mobilized."

"In recent months, some matters that should have been handled by the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes or the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures have been handled by Tonks, Kingsley, and several other Aurors that Scrimgeour trusts."

"But Harry, the Ministry of Magic has already started discussing what kind of punishment should be given to Thicknesse."

Harry shook his head and chuckled, "And we've been discussing this for over a month?"

The Ministry of Magic's attitude is very correct.

They did seem to be thinking about how to punish those who had been Death Eaters.

But the problem is that many of them used to be Death Eaters, and now they don't want to be liquidated, with a knife on their necks. The only thing that makes them feel fortunate is that the person holding the knife is Scrimgeour, even if Potter and Dumbledore are standing behind him, after all, the knife is not in their hands, right?

These people want to rebel.

Except for the Weasley family, all the Ministry of Magic officials who had never been Death Eaters but were from pure-blood families stood on the side of this group of "reformed" people.

The Ministry of Magic has never been the Ministry of Magic for wizards. It has always been a place of interest for these pure-blood families.

Of course, they hope that they can have privileges - even if some minor problems occur, they can escape the greatest punishment. At most, like the Malfoy family in the past, they can withdraw from the Ministry of Magic and live in peace as a noble pure-blood family.

Rather than the attitude that Potter vaguely expressed, showing no mercy to the Death Eaters.

On the contrary, those half-blood wizards and wizards of ordinary origin seized the opportunity and intimidated others at every step - no wizard of ordinary origin has ever become the Minister of Magic, and even if there are occasionally some half-blood Ministers of Magic, they are close to pure-blood families and have a natural contempt and disgust for half-blood wizards and wizards of ordinary origin.

Cornelius Fudge is a typical example.

In the eyes of pure-bloods, although he came from a wizarding family, he was undoubtedly a half-blood.

Of course, in Fudge's own eyes, he was a noble pure-blood wizard.

It was about power, and they were arguing fiercely.

If it weren't for Harry and Dumbledore, the Ministry of Magic of Great Britain would probably have ceased to function long ago.

"Which means the Ministry of Magic can't be relied upon." Harry concluded simply.

Dumbledore nodded.

Harry mused. "It looks like Barty Crouch Jr. is trying to lure us out of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's eyes were deep: "Oh?"

"Don't forget, he can sneak into Hogwarts without being noticed." Harry waved his hand.

"Lupin would be the most suitable person to go," Snape said. "Isn't he a werewolf? It wouldn't be out of place for him to attend such a furry gathering."

Dumbledore nodded: "I also think Lupin is the most suitable."

"The 25th is a full moon." Harry took out the lunar calendar from the Sorting Hat, found the date, and said softly.

Snape said coldly: "Wouldn't it be more appropriate to let Lupin go?"

"A werewolf cannot be infected with lycanthropy again."

Harry stood up: "Albus, go inform Uncle Remus, I'll prepare some self-defense items for him."

Two days later, Lupin, who was far away in Germany, received a heavy letter.

There were Dumbledore's requests and Harry's instructions.

And a whole bunch of potions.

Geralt has completely adapted to the lifestyle of this world and felt comfortable to a degree that he could hardly imagine - when they climbed a mountain and went deep into the forest, they were able to find an inn run by a wizard. In the past, they had to carefully search for a place to spend the night in the forest.

That evening, Lupin returned to Great Britain.

After a few days of preparation.

Buy a train ticket to North Yorkshire and board the train from King's Cross station, but not platform 9 3/4.

He just sat down.

A scent of laurel came over him, and a lady sat opposite him: "Sir, may I meet you?"

Lupin shook his head decisively: "Sorry, I still have..."

Halfway through his words, he sniffed slightly.

He raised his head and looked over in surprise. Sitting opposite him was a tall lady with red hair, delicate features like marble sculptures, and a pair of golden eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sun.

She is a rare beauty.

"Well now, sir, can we get to know each other?" The beautiful lady seemed to know how to make use of her looks. She leaned forward slightly and half placed her hands on the table.

Lupin was calm: "Tonks?"

The beauty was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly: "Tonks? That doesn't sound like a lady's name."

"Don't force me to call out your name." Lupin determined his speculation.

The beauty's expression fell. "Oh, no, Remus, that's not interesting at all. How did you recognize me?"

"The smell," Lupin said simply.

Tonks' eyes widened and she buried her head in her arms. "I don't think I have a serious body odor."

"It's perfume." Lupin waved his hand. "Let's not talk about that. Why are you here?"

Tonks said seriously: "Although the Ministry of Magic can't spare any manpower to help right now, it's not a problem to just send an Auror to help investigate the incident."

"That's dangerous, it's a werewolf gathering!" Lupin lowered his voice, took out his wand and waved it gently under the table.

He is a master of silent spells, and can cast some not-so-profound spells without reciting any words.

"I'm an Auror, Remus." Tonks said confidently, "The Ministry needs to know what the werewolves are going to do."

Lupin looked at her and sighed softly: "But the day of the assembly is..."

"I know, it's a full moon." Tonks didn't wait for him to finish, and immediately took over the conversation, "Don't worry, I will protect myself. If the werewolves riot, won't I run away?"