Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Sirius Black, how have you been? ”Fuji smiled and greeted Sirius.

He looks familiar to two people, but he has actually only seen each other a few times, and none of them are pleasant memories.

“Not bad, it's always better out there than Azkaban.” Sirius said coldly.

“I'm relieved to see you like this now. Things unfortunately didn't help back then. You know they all came to a conclusion without a fair trial...” Foggy whispered sadly, taking a look in the direction of sparkling the elf at home. That's where Buddy Crouch is, "I was a very good friend of your father's before he was born. What can you do for me? In fact, there's always been a vacancy in the Aaron office, which you can't say if you want! ”

Sirius is now well known among ordinary people in the magic world as a post-war grief hero.

Pulling Sirius together to make him an arrogant member of the Ministry of Magic is in Fogey's interest.

Not to mention that the Blake family, as the oldest brand of pureblood wizard family, has a strong network of relationships and wealth.

“I'll think about it!” Sirius said.

After receiving a satisfactory response, Foggy's eyes turned to Ivan.

“Dear Ivan, nice to see you here. I just saw your newspaper ad. It's great! ”

He graciously held Ivan's hand like his father and asked him for warmth.

Wait a few minutes before Fudge returns to his position.

“Is he friends with your father?” Ivan asked, sitting down.

“Money is just a relationship, pureblood wizards like my parents, who are friends with almost every senior magic ministry official. They are accustomed to donating large, large sums of gold gallons to these politicians to help them pass bills that benefit them. Sirius disdainfully said," One of my ancestors tried to force the Ministry of Magic to pass a bill to legalize the hunting and killing of Muggles by witches, mostly in this regard. ”

This is ridiculous, but it is in the interest and tradition of the pureblood wizard family.

Old-fashioned pureblood families like the Blake family, who always try to hide behind the scenes, use wealth and family as weapons, and cleverly use people in front of them to defend their interests and threaten other wizards to obey their orders.

This pattern has worked well over the past few centuries.

It wasn't until Voldemort appeared that these pureblood wizard families found themselves playing smashed.

In the early days of Voldemort's rise, there were many pureblood wizard families who supported him.

Like Sirius' parents, they are proud that their son has become a dead eater.

They agree with Voldemort's philosophy that the status of a pureblood wizard is supreme.

But as Voldemort gradually revealed his nature, killing people everywhere, these pureblooded wizard families began to be afraid.

The relationship between the two sides changed from an ally to a master servant, and the pureblood wizard family became a tool for Voldemort to expand its voice.

No one dared to oppose him, no one dared to withdraw halfway.

Death Eaters are not organizations that you want to join or quit at any time.

The only thing that happens against the will of the Black Devil King is death.

Apart from extinction, this road has no end point.

That's why many of the old pureblood wizard families sighed in relief after Voldemort failed.

Although, after the war, their power and control over the magic world were not as strong as before.

But it's much stronger than following Voldemort wildly to extinction.

At this point, another representative of the pureblood wizard family, the Malfoys, walked into the box.

Lucius Malfoy, as in the past, gauged everyone in the compartment in a very high position, narrowing his eyes.

His cold grey blue eyes lingered on Ivan and Sirius for a while and quickly moved away.

He looked very arrogant with a slight smile on his pale pointed face.

Behind him is Draco Malfoy and his mother Nacisa Malfoy.

“Ah, Foggy!” Lucius quickly walked over to the Minister of Magic, reaching out, "Hello, I don't think you've met my wife Nascissa, and our son, De Cora. ”

“Hello, hello!” Foggy said, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy, "Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oberlandsk, the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, who has no idea what I'm talking about. Let me see who else. You know Sirius Black, right? ”

“Of course!” Lucius turned to Sirius with a malicious look and said in a vocal tone, "I was surprised that I let him go...”

“Oh, Blake is innocent, we've proven it!” Fuji didn't understand what he was saying, "everything was done by the evil dwarf star Peter, who could have guessed that he was the culprit! ”

“Exactly!” Lucius said softly, "But I think there are some dangerous guys, even if they don't...”

“Malfoy, if you want to fight, I'm here for you!” Sirius shouted loudly.

His voice was loud and everyone in the compartment was looking this way.

“Lucius didn't mean that, Sirius, I think you misunderstood, don't mind!” Fogey panicked, "Lucius recently donated a large sum to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, a VIP guest I invited! ”

Golden Gallon again, Ivan understood what Sirius had just said.

Looks like it's really easy to be a friend of Fuji, as long as you have a lot of gold.

Control of the Ministry of Magic does not seem to be a difficult thing as long as the stone is transformed into a gold spotting feature.

Lucius Malfoy did not say anything extraordinary under Foggy's watchful eye.

He looked at Sirius with a sarcastic eye, and everyone in that row.

This feeling is like being stared at by a venomous snake.

Then he walked to his seat.

Draco Malfoy followed his father, staring contemptuously at Ivan, Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Someone approached the box, and when everyone was seated, Rudo Bagman rushed in.

“Everybody ready?” His round face sparkles like a giant ball of cheese, "Minister, can we begin? ”

“Start when you say, Ludo.” Fuji said kindly.

Ludo nodded and pulled out his wand, pointing to his throat and said, "The voice is bright! ”

The next second, what he said sounded like a thunderbolt, sounded the entire stadium without a seat.

His voice echoed over their heads, loudly reaching every corner of the observation deck.