After a long day of searching, the Ministry of Magic came up with nothing. For a time Fudge's reputation took a devastating blow.

In fact, this kind of thing has nothing to do with him, but who made him not send more guards? Who made him not sentence Peter to the Dementor's kiss on the spot? Who made him the current Minister of Magic?

Fudge has sent out all the Aurors and Strikers, but there is not much progress in the search. Meanwhile, Amelia Burns is already reaching out to cronies in private. The effect of this contact is surprisingly good, and many people just contacted a little and said that the position of Minister of Magic should be taken by you, Director Burns.

Amelia Burns's momentum was growing, and she also seized the opportunity to play a "Dumbledore card", which worked very well and won the support of a large group of neutral forces at once. After all, it was only three years ago that a large group of wizards had elected Dumbledore to be Minister of Magic. Even though there are not so many people who want him to be Minister of Magic now, his prestige still exists and he has a strong influence among Ministry officials.

Fudge has also heard about the movement made by Burns, but he has no energy to fight with Burns at all. All his strength is used to arrest people, how can he still have the mind to manage the careerist who emerges?

The turmoil at the Ministry of Magic naturally affected Hogwarts. The most direct point is that the dementors who were about to withdraw were left behind. But that's it for the impact. This incident has not really affected the lives of the students except that it has become a topic of conversation after dinner.

In this atmosphere, Christmas is here.

The students who were about to leave the school packed their luggage early and took the Hogwarts Express back to their hometown under the watchful eyes of the dementors.

This time, there were a lot of little wizards going home. Even Harry, who never went back for Christmas, got on this train. In the same car as him were Sirius Black and his friend Ron. This year Harry's Christmas will be spent at Sirius' home. It was also the first time since he was born that he had spent Christmas in someone else's home.

Tom and Hermione contracted a box alone, and they sat face to face in the box, while Crookshanks lay on the table between them like a **** leather blanket.

"Anywhere you want to go for the Christmas holidays?" Tom asked Hermione as he fumbled for something in his backpack.

Hermione looked away from Crookshanks, looked at Tom, and said seriously: "Tom, we don't have free time to hang out, and the whole Christmas vacation is spent on homework assigned by the professors."

"Really! Really!?" Tom raised his head in astonishment. "I always thought we could go to the museum or the Thames for at least two or three days..."

"There should have been, but a certain key gentleman has been groping the fish for weeks, and all the papers have stalled." Hermione took Crookshanks in her arms and glanced at Tom.

Under the slender eyebrows are cute almond-like eyes, and the black eyeballs seem to be able to speak, revealing a bit of reproach.

Tom stared into Hermione's eyes dotingly, and she felt a little uncomfortable, "What's the matter, isn't what I said true?"

"Some people use almonds to describe a girl's eyes, and I think that's right." Tom blinked.

"Oh, if you like watching it so much, then you'll have to watch it!" Hermione leaned a little closer and kicked Tom's calf with her little boot under the table.

Hiss - it hurts! Tom gasped sharply, the expression on his face painful. Although Hermione didn't use too much force, her calf was kicked by the girl's little boots, which would be unbearable for anyone.

Hermione pouted and made a naughty face at Tom, but she didn't take long. The next second Tom bent over and grabbed her outstretched foot.

"You let me go—"

"Don't let it go!"

Hermione tried to pull her foot away from Tom's clutches, but failed, and after a few attempts failed, she gave up resisting. Not only did he not pull away, but he also put his other foot on Tom's leg.

"I don't understand, is there anything so rare? Hold it like a baby." Hermione complained disdainfully, but the blush on her face betrayed her.

"It's scientifically based, on the cerebral cortex that is responsible for the perception of body parts, the sensory cortex in the feet and—" Tom paused, because according to research, the sensory cortex of the feet and the sensory cortex of the reproductive organs are close together. Therefore, when the nerve signals of the two parts interfere, a person's foot is obviously touched, but it may also be sexually stimulated. It is this physiological structure that allows the relationship between feet and **** to be gradually established, which is the origin of foot fetish.

This is simply the right thing to do!

But how dare he say this directly to Hermione! Would it be considered harassment to say it? He can still...

"Okay, stop making excuses, have you brought Wizard Chess?" Hermione's words promptly resolved Tom's embarrassment - isn't it Ramachandran's research, I've seen it a long time ago.

"Of course." Tom took out his homemade wizard chess from his backpack, and the two played against each other. However, Tom was soon at an absolute disadvantage, because whenever Hermione finished processing her own orders, she would subconsciously shake her legs, making Tom not interested in playing chess at all.

Happy times are always short~lightnovelpub.net~ Not long after the food truck passed, the train arrived. Little wizards swarmed to the platform, and then lined up through the wall to return to the Muggle world.

Tom and Hermione were in no hurry to get out of the car. They unhurriedly changed into Muggle clothes and walked out of the box with the box and the cat in their arms.

There were not many people in the aisle by this time, and as Tom and Hermione passed a box, its door was suddenly pulled open, and Harry and Sirius came out together.

When the four of them met, they were all stunned, but Sirius was the first to break the silence: "I plan to invite Harry to my house for Christmas. It just happens that there has been no one living there for a long time, so I can have more people to help clean up."

Harry laughed. "I'm really good at cleaning."

Harry really wasn't bragging. Under the pressure of Aunt Petunia, an obsessive-compulsive disorder, his cleaning ability is even comparable to that of a professional cleaner. At the Dursleys, he was often forced to clean up. Switching to Sirius's house should make no difference. The only difference is that he voluntarily cleaned it.

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Today is the story of Portius Natchbull, the ninth minister of the Ministry of Magic.