Fudge tapped the table. Although it was hard to believe, after multiple confirmations, the battle magic did indeed exist.
As Minister of Magic, he couldn't possibly ignore the matter.
Moreover, the battle magic originated at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and its headmaster was Dumbledore.
He was able to get the position because Dumbledore refused to become Minister for Magic.
Although Fudge initially admired Dumbledore, his confidence gradually grew as he stayed in the ministerial position for a while.
He still consulted Dumbledore, but less often, as he believed he was capable of being a minister.
He became enamored with the feeling of being Minister for Magic and everything the position brought him, and he began to disregard Dumbledore's opinions, suspecting that Dumbledore wanted to usurp his position.
The existence of combat magic has just emerged. If Dumbledore were to master combat magic, the position of Minister of Magic might very well be replaced.
Combat magic should be in the hands of the Ministry of Magic and pure-blood families!
"Gardvin, take a squad of Aurors and bring this young man named Jack back."
There's been some unusual activity among the Death Eaters lately; it's possible some of them are about to make a comeback!
The sudden appearance of combat magic is unusual; please return and inquire about it!
Gardwin Robards, the Auror's chief of staff standing nearby, nodded. "Yes, Minister!"
The head of the Magic Bureau was still muttering to himself, "Bring him back so I can see for myself how he deceived so many people, making those foolish magicians believe that a young man could create new magic!"
Inside Jack's office at Hogwarts.
At this moment, Hermione and the other two had already been brought to the office by him using the Flying Thunder God Technique. Looking at the three of them with surprised expressions, Jack pointed to the sofa next to him.
"Sit down! Don't be shy, make yourself at home!"
The three of them reluctantly sat down on the sofa, legs together, hands on their laps, heads bowed, like three lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Jack sat down in his recliner and asked the three of them, "What would you like to drink? How about juice?"
With that, Jack waved his hand, and three glasses of juice appeared in front of Hermione and the other two.
Jack found himself holding a drink. He had to admit, the magic in this world was incredibly convenient!
With a wave of your hand, you can have whatever you want to eat or drink!
The ultimate dream of a couch potato!
Hermione and her two companions took a sip of the hot fruit juice in front of them.
The warm drinks dispelled their tension.
"How did you all feel about today's lesson? Share your thoughts. Harry, you go first!"
Harry put down his juice, adjusted his glasses, and pondered for a moment.
"Professor Jack, I was born into a Muggle family and don't know much about magic."
It wasn't until Hagrid came to me recently that I learned magic exists in the world.
From Diagon Alley to Hogwarts, I've seen many things I never imagined.
But I have never been so shocked as I am today!
All I can say is, combat magic is just... Thai style!
It fulfilled all my fantasies about magic, and I'm so lucky to be a magician!
Even more fortunate is to be a member of Hogwarts and to be Professor Jack's student!
Harry became more and more excited as he spoke, his joy fully reflected on his face, which turned completely red.
Jack nodded. After all, Harry had only recently come into contact with magic. For the first ten years or so, he didn't even know that magic existed in the world and lived every day being bullied by his family.
He glanced at Ron, who was a member of a pure-blood family, unlike Harry, who came from a Muggle family.
"Ron, what about you?"
When Ron heard Jack call his name, his body trembled, and he spoke in a shaky voice.
"Professor Jack, I think you are really amazing!"
You're incredibly skilled! And handsome too! You're my idol!
Jack rolled his eyes. Everyone said that Ron was not very bright, but looking at him now, he wasn't so bad!
"Speak like a human being! Stop flattering me! I'm asking you to talk about your feelings about this lesson, your feelings about combat magic!"
Ron gave an awkward smile and said seriously:
"Professor Jack, as you know, I am the sixth son of the West family. Our West family is considered a pure-blood family. I was instilled with the concept of magic from a young age and have a relatively good understanding of magic."
But combat magic is something I've never heard of! I've never seen!
Its combat effectiveness far surpasses that of ordinary magic, truly deserving of the name "combat magic"!
No mage could possibly refuse to learn combat magic; its name will resound throughout the entire magical world!
Professor Jack will also become a celebrity in the magical world!
Jack looked at Ron in surprise; he had truly overturned Jack's previous understanding of him.
Is it because he was born into a pure-blood family?
After all, how could a child be raised to be a failure in such an environment?
Jack turned his gaze to Hermione, who had regained her confidence and looked eager to try.
Her big eyes blinked as she looked at Jack, as if to say, "Ask me quickly, ask me quickly!"
And you, Hermione?