Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 9 Politics is the art of manipulating possibilities

According to media reports, Cornelius Fudge became Minister of Magic because he was lucky enough to get a great opportunity.

Among the candidates for minister, the most competitive was the war hero Barty Crouch, and the one with the highest public support was Albus Dumbledore, but neither of them ultimately became minister.

Dumbledore, who had no interest in power, repeatedly refused the position of minister, wanting only to stay at Hogwarts to teach and nurture students.

Barty Crouch, who was originally full of confidence, also voluntarily withdrew from the competition. He had no choice but to do so because his son, the Death Eater Barty Crouch Jr., had died in his cell in Azkaban.

In the blink of an eye, old Bati went from hero to villain. People began to sympathize more with his son and condemn the former war hero. In the end, they came to a somewhat absurd conclusion: old Bati, as a father, never cared about his son, which is why the bright boy went astray and ultimately died a tragic death in Azkaban.

With strong competitors withdrawing one after another, Cornelius Fudge, then Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, emerged victorious and snagged the position of Minister of Magic.

This is the truth as seen by media reporters, and also the truth as seen by the public.

They never imagined that Fouché, a man with neither public prestige nor political prestige, would stand out among the remaining candidates and snatch up the ministerial position.

They never imagined that, just as the confident old man was about to succeed, people would start talking about his son who had been dead for many years, and blame all the blame on the old man who was only one step away from the ministerial position.

The answers to these two questions lie with Fudge and the woman standing behind him—Belvina, a former retainer of the prince and a contributor to the emperor's rise to power, Black.

It was she who used her illustrious family background to rally people and rally support; it was she who vigorously persuaded some established wizarding families to bet on Fudge; it was she who advised Dumbledore to befriend him and leverage his prestige and political influence.

Thanks to Belvina's prior preparation of chopsticks, a small bowl, scallions, ginger, and garlic, the minister's offer had a chance to land on Connelly Fudge's head.

However, despite Belvina's energetic antics and even more flamboyant performance than Mr. Big Fly, it was Dumbledore who truly shifted public opinion, which is why she agreed with Fudge's viewpoint—without Dumbledore of Hogwarts, there would be no Fudge of the Ministry of Magic.

However, Belvina disagreed with the latter statement, even without Dumbledore...

and many more!

If Dumbledore didn't exist in this world...

Wouldn't that mean the dark demon is going to...?

The Black family, with their impeccable lineage, wouldn't they be...?

Dumbledore has ruined me!!!

In the spacious and bright office, Fudge, who was concentrating on digging a hole, stopped the small shovel flying in his hand. Belvina's face, which was sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy, left the minister a little confused. He naturally did not know that Belvina's fantasy had broken the sky, so he had to swallow back the words that were about to come out.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Fudge asked with concern. "Should we go to St. Mungo's? Didn't you fight with a petty thief a couple of days ago? Are you injured?"

Belvina shook her head and said, "No, I'm fine. I think the minister is right. Professor Dumbledore has helped us a lot, and we should definitely repay him if we have the chance. I just don't know what kind of predicament could trouble Professor Dumbledore."

The implication is that if even Dumbledore couldn't handle it, are you sure we can?

Seeing that Belvina's complexion had returned to normal, Fudge couldn't resist starting to swing his little shovel again.

He rubbed his chin and said, "Hogwarts is about to start, but the school is short one professor. Dumbledore has been looking for a suitable wizard to return to Hogwarts and serve as a professor."

Understood!

You're the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, right?

When Belvina was in school, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a disposable teaching tool, the most worn-out item in Hogwarts' thousand-year history.

Everyone knows that this position is cursed; no one can serve a full year as the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It's normal that no one can be found to fill the position; who would be so foolish as to challenge an undefeated cursed professor?

"Isn't this a common occurrence? It happens every summer," Belvina said. "Professor Dumbledore should be used to it by now!"

Upon hearing this, Fudge was visibly taken aback, probably because he hadn't expected Belvina to say that.

After a while, Fudge picked up the dark green top hat that was placed to the side, played with it in his hand for a moment, then put it down and picked up his teacup instead. People subconsciously try to appear busy when they are embarrassed, and Fudge was clearly in an embarrassed state at this moment.

"Yeah, we come here every summer." Fudge paused, sorting out his thoughts before continuing, "But this year is different. The owls have already sent out the notices, and the students have already gone to Diagon Alley to buy new school supplies, but we still don't have enough professors."

As Belvina listened, she snapped her fingers, and a silver teapot flew over at a steady speed, automatically refilling Fudge's teacup.

"You intend to help Professor Dumbledore solve this problem?" Belvina asked hesitantly. "I'm afraid not many people would be willing?"

As I said before, the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is very tempting, but one should be cautious before accepting it. Mainly, Belvina had never heard of Hogwarts offering workers' compensation.

Fudge picked up his teacup again and gulped down the scalding hot tea in one go, leaving Belvina's eyes wide with surprise.

"That's why I recommended you to Albus." Fudge tilted his head, seemingly suddenly very interested in the snow-white wall. "After thinking it over, there really isn't anyone more suitable than you."

Merlin's briefs!

Belvina really wanted to throw a cup of boiling tea in Fudge's face right now.

Sending her to teach at Hogwarts is like a mouse working as a technician for a cat. What were they thinking? It's like using someone and then discarding them.

Okay, most members of the Black family are skilled in dark magic. Being skilled means understanding it, and understanding it means having unique defensive techniques, but that doesn't mean Belvina is willing to take on this hot potato!

Belvina didn't understand what was going on lately. Why did people keep trying to make arrangements for her? Was this some kind of Mercury retrograde?

"Minister, don't you think your recommendation is a bit ill-considered?" Belvina calmly refilled her tea, as if to say, "Go ahead and drink another cup if you dare."

"Is that so?" Fudge, still tilting his head, started playing with his top hat again. "But Albus has agreed, and he would very much like to welcome you back to Hogwarts."

Merlin's boxer shorts!

It's one thing for Fudge to be so clueless, but why is Dumbledore so clueless too!

Hey! Belvina Black! What are you thinking? Do you think Slytherin has been too low-key these past few years?

"Minister, my last name is Black," Belvina subtly reminded him, making it clear that she didn't want to return to Hogwarts, much less linger under Dumbledore's nose.

"But I remember that one of the headmasters of Hogwarts had the surname Black."

"Do you remember that Headmaster Black was the most unpopular headmaster in Hogwarts' history?"

Phineas Nigellus Black, whose portrait still hangs at number twelve Grimmauld Place, is the subject of much discussion in "Hogwarts: A History of the School."

"Besides, the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a cursed one," Belvina decided to be upfront and speak frankly. "Are you trying to see something happen to me?"

If you hate someone, recommend they apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship, and then you can sit back and watch them suffer.

After losing his bid for Muggle Prime Minister, Churchill quoted a writer's famous saying: "Ingratitude toward great men is the mark of a great nation."

Previously, Belvina scoffed at this, simply thinking that Old Man Qiu was just a loser's rant. But now, the boomerang has hit Belvina, even though she's not exactly a great person.

When Fudge was floundering in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, it was Belvina who had the foresight to choose him; when he was losing the election for minister, it was Belvina who came up with a plan to stabilize the situation and ultimately defeat the other candidates.

But today, right today, Cornelius Fudge is pushing Belvina onto the volcano of Defense Against the Dark Arts. This act of repaying kindness with enmity is truly heartbreaking.

While her subordinate Belvina was giving her the cold shoulder, her boss Fudge wasn't angry at all.

He feigned surprise and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Why would I want to see you get hurt? And what's with this 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' professor? That's not what we were talking about!"

clam?

Did we go off on a tangent?

Belvina was kept in the dark the whole time. Of course, she didn't know that she and Fudge were not on the same wavelength, but Fudge knew perfectly well that.

When Belvina mentioned a cycle that was even more accurate than the false one, Fudge knew she had misunderstood. However, the minister did not correct her. After a brief moment of thought, he decided to follow this detour so that the real purpose would not be so difficult to accept.

It has to be said that those who play politics have dirty hearts.