Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!"Ah, Lucius is here!" Fudge said in surprise after a round of introduction.

William turned his head and saw Lucius Malfoy and his stupid son Draco.

Lucius is holding a magic wand in his hand, but the pigeon egg is gone. It seems that some time ago, he was shackled by the Ministry of Magic, and he doesn't dare to "show off his wealth" so high-profile now.

"Ah, Connelly," Malfoy held out his hand as he walked past the Minister of Magic. "Hello, I don't think you have met my son Decola."

"Hello," Fudge said with a glance at Draco, "Come on, let me introduce you to the Merlin Medal winners."

Malfoy smiled and nodded, obviously not wanting to let go of this opportunity to broaden his contacts, otherwise there is no need to attend the banquet.

He was listening to Fudge's introduction, and suddenly saw Mr. Weasley, his smile disappeared as if he had been stabbed by a needle, leaving the Minister aside, and looking at Weasley affectionately.

The two looked at each other for twenty seconds, and neither of them was willing to take the lead in looking away.

Malfoy glanced at the wand and made sure that his pigeon egg was not there, he had no worries, and he could fully demonstrate his recently trained fighting skills.

Mr. Weasley did not show any weakness, he loosened his neckline, and seemed ready to take off his new robe at any time and do a big job.

But no one took the initiative, the Minister of Magic is still here, it is not reasonable to start first.

The same meaning flashed in their eyes: Come here, come here!

"Don't, don't do this." Fudge stood in between the two of them, whispering and stern: "Let other Ministers of Magic read the jokes!"

The two snorted coldly, and both took a step back.

"Arthur, don't be awkward with Lucius in the future. He donated a building to the Ministry of Magic before Christmas. It is a VIP I invited."

Fudge patted Mr. Weasley on the shoulder, obviously not wanting to embarrass Malfoy, the golden pig dad.

"Of course." A smile appeared on Mr. Weasley's face. "I am very grateful to Mr. Malfoy for his donation. He certainly doesn't want to go to Azkaban for a few days."

Malfoy showed an ugly look, and being shackled by the Ministry of Magic was obviously not a happy thing, even if he was rich!

"Oh my God, Arthur," he sneered in an exaggerated tone, "I am willing to donate to the Ministry of Magic, but I am curious, what on earth did you sell to get the invitation letter for the Merlin Medal award?

Sold the house?

But that broken house is not worth so much money, right?"

"Mr. Weasley doesn't need to sell the house, let alone donate it. He is the guest I invited."

William, who had not spoken all the time, replied with a faint smile on his face.

"Merlin Medal winners can invite fourteen people. Mr. Malfoy has not been awarded the Medal. It is probably not clear."

Mr. Malfoy's gaze swept over William, his gaze was cold, and he clearly recognized this recently famous child.

William stared at him without flinching.

Draco's hands trembled unnaturally, and seeing the boy reminded him of something bad.

He licked his lips dry, and took a few steps back, a nightmare... after that time he would never eat ice cream again.

Lucius glanced at William, then looked at his parents and Hermione's parents and others. These were undoubtedly Muggles.

William slid the wand in his hand, and if Lucius dared to say some insulting words, he would definitely teach the other party in the public, without leaving his hand.Biquge dm www.zhaidm.com

Under the gaze of the Minister of Magic, Malfoy didn't say anything unusual.He snorted sarcastically to Weasley, then turned and pulled Dekora to his seat.

"Child, take it easy." Fudge laughed. "I think the medal winners Lucius will know from now on can invite fourteen people."

"I don't know who Minister you will invite when you get the Merlin Medal?" A short and fat woman on Fudge's left suddenly said.

The woman had a broad, slack face, and a small black velvet bow in her short curly hair.Her voice was high-pitched and it sounded like a little girl.

"What?" Fudge didn't seem to hear clearly, he looked at the woman, "What did you just say?"

"I said that Minister, you will definitely get a Merlin Medal, only in the past few years." The woman said in a sweet, greasy voice.

Fudge was taken aback and seemed to see this woman for the first time.

"Sorry, you are..."

"Dolores Umbridge, Mr. Minister." Umbridge's face was filled with a pleasing smile.

"Oh, I remember, you asked me to promote some books last year, I remember! I transferred you to the Auror office..."

The smile on Umbridge's face was a bit stiff. It was obvious that her strength did not meet Auror's selection criteria. She originally wanted to go in and plate her gold, but this kind of privilege airborne made her in a bad situation.

After all, Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, was not a good talking boss.

"You just said I would get the Merlin Medal?" Fudge asked with interest: "Why do you say that?"

Umbridge showed the shyness of the little woman, and she complimented: "Under your leadership, Minister, the Ministry of Magic is thriving. It has captured Tai Wen, a damn Death Eater, and the invention of the potion of wolf poison. ...You deserve a medal in recognition of your contribution.

I think the Merlin First Class Medal is very suitable."

Umbridge's eyes flashed with just the right amount of worship.

Fudge obviously still has some moral integrity. He quickly waved his hand and said: "No, I can't...Albus also defeated Grindelwald in 1945 and won a first-class medal...I am far behind."

William looked at Umbridge meaningfully. This one seemed to be going to be promoted. He could help the minister with money, and he said so nicely.

Sure enough, Fudge thought for a moment and said, "Does Umbridge? I remember you. Go back and I will look at your investigation form. If you are not suitable for the Auror, I will transfer you away."

"Thank you Minister, then." Umbridge's voice became softer.

At this moment, the members of Wisengamao came.

They sat down on the chairs, and all they could see were about fifty people, wearing fuchsia robes, with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on their left chest.

Dumbledore strode over, wearing a black and blue robe with a very happy expression on his face.

He walked to the front desk, raised his head, and looked at everyone through the half-moon glasses on the bridge of the nose of the hook. His long silver-white beard and hair were shining in the light of the torch.

Dumbledore's dress was so gorgeous, he wore huge gems on his hand, the number of which could be connected in a large series around four fingers, and the dazzling light emitted from it was enough to make Thanos take off his gloves in shame.

The members of Wiesengamao were whispering to each other.

All eyes were on Dumbledore, and the two elderly witches sitting in the back row directly stood up and waved, seeming to be his loyal fans.

The noise in the hall was over, and the medal was finally about to be issued.

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