Hogwarts of a certain magic

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At the golden elevator door, a group of wizards were waiting.

The wizard at the head was short and slightly bald.

He was wearing a gorgeous robe with a black background and red clouds, and a green top hat with silver rims in his hands.

Behind the wizard stood a short, squat, toad-like witch with a velvet bow on her short hair and a thick folder on her chest.

The other wizards were a little further away, with fearful expressions on their faces.

The elevator door opened and Minister Fudge walked in first, followed by Umbridge.

As for the other wizards, they all felt that they had not followed up, and they continued to wait for the next elevator.

"How is the result of the examination, Dolores."

After the elevator doors closed, Fudge asked in a low voice.

Umbridge squeezed his throat and said sweetly:

"Mr. Minister, I took a team of Aurors to the cemetery. Nothing was checked. There were no signs of fighting."

"But the Muggle newspaper..." Fudge hesitated."Say a lot of people died."

"It's just a landslide." Umbridge had already prepared an excuse.

"A complete natural disaster, without any human factors."

"Ah, it's so pathetic." Minister Fudge didn't mean much to be pathetic in his tone.

He loosened his collar and relaxed, "So, is the place where the so-called mysterious man resurrected?"

Umbridge did not answer directly, but chuckled softly:

"Minister, do you really believe Dumbledore's words-Stark-a little wizard-can fight the mysterious man and hurt him?"

"William is not just a little wizard." Minister Fudge shook his head cautiously.

"I have seen reports in Paris and Venice. William is really strong. I believe that most Aurors are not his opponents."

Fudge can be regarded as seeing the terrible genius.

"So..." Umbridge rolled his eyes and said immediately: "Dumbledore did this for a reason."

"What's the reason?" Fudge raised his ears.

"I just want to increase Stark's reputation and help him become the youngest Minister of Magic." Umbridge analyzed.

"He has only the last two years left to graduate..."

Fudge was silent.

Although the Minister of Magic will hold elections regularly, the term and time limit of this post are limited.

In theory, you can be re-elected indefinitely, as long as you do well enough.

Therefore, this is an extremely flexible profession, with professional life span ranging from a few months to several decades.

The shortest British Minister of Magic is undoubtedly Basil Fleck-only two months.

At that time, it was during the Fairy War, and he just came up to push the tank and overdo it.

Flake worked for two months, and kicked him off for the shit reason that the goblin and the werewolf formed an alliance.

The longest serving minister is Faris Spavin.He took office at the age of 109, a full 38 years.

Fudge doesn't look forward to lifelong tenure, but he has to dream of being a man.

His dream is to challenge for sixty years.

Does the world have a minister for sixty years?

Then start with him!

It's only five years now, why is he willing to leave?

Especially the right thing, once contaminated, you can't give up completely.

But Fudge also developed a sense of urgency.

As Umbridge said, with William’s current fame, he wants to run for elections in the future.

If there is still Dumbledore to create momentum, it is not impossible to become the youngest Minister of Magic after graduation.

Especially public opinion thought the mysterious man was resurrected... and William was the only one who could deal with him.

This is all Dumbledore who was re-enacted.

I am afraid that in less than two years, British public opinion will all become:

William didn't come out, so what is it?

What's the matter with him Fudge?

hateful!

The two suddenly shut up because the elevator is on the seventh floor-Magic Sports Department opened.

Mr. Weasley and Percy, standing at the elevator door, seemed to be arguing.

Seeing Minister Fudge, Arthur stopped arguing, hesitated, and did not go in for a while.

However, Percy seemed to have seen her father, who had changed his face at the speed of light, and walked in with a smile on his face.

He said enthusiastically: "Mr. Minister, good morning. And you—the minister's adviser—Mrs. Umbridge!"

Percy held out her hand eagerly.

Minister Fudge was stunned for a few seconds before reaching out and smiling: "Hello...I remember your name is—"

"Percy, Mr. Minister." Percy quickly introduced herself.

"I work in the International Magic Cooperation Department, remember? It was just a few months ago, I worked for Mr. Crouch..."

Percy shut up suddenly.

Crouch is controlled by his son Barty Jr. He is actually working for criminals.

Fortunately, Fudge did not delve into it, but looked at Arthur who walked in.

Mr. Weasley must come in.

Although he didn't want to get an elevator with Fudge, he also caused Percy to talk nonsense and accidentally leaked some news.

During this time, many members of the Order of the Phoenix have visited the Burrow.

During this time, he suddenly discovered that his son Percy...may have some problems.

It is not a brain problem or a physical problem, but a political disagreement.

Fudge seemed to be a good friend, with a gentle face, as if to inquire unconsciously:

"Arthur, isn't your office on the second floor? Why did you come to the seventh floor?"

The Ministry of Magic is divided into nine floors, and the eighth floor is the main hall.

Because there are more floors in the deep underground, the farther away from the ground.

The Magic Law Enforcement Department, as the largest department in the Ministry of Magic, is on the second floor.

The office where Weasley is located is also on this floor.

Percy was about to answer, and Mr. Weasley immediately lied: "I like Gobstone, so I came to the Gobstone club and asked if there was a game recently."

Gobstone is a wizarding game that resembles glass marbles. Every time a point is lost, the winning stone will spray an unpleasant viscous liquid on the face of the loser.

This is an extremely niche game, and it does not look very elegant.

But Fudge is worthy of being Minister, and he can handle any topic. He speaks eloquently:

"I also like this game. Back then, when I was at Hogwarts, I also joined the school's cloth stone club.

I still remember our captain was a

Irene Prince's girl.

She led us in a match with Ifamoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

After she graduated, she seemed to be married to a Muggle, I remember...she seemed to be Snape's mother."

Arthur just smiled awkwardly, he didn't like this game at all.

"Have you been busy lately?" Fudge asked again: "I heard that you have been busy lately-the toilet sewage is pouring back?"

"The anti-Muggle pranksters did it!" Arthur said angrily. "There have been twice recently, one at Wimbledon and the other at Elephant Castle.

As soon as Muggle flushed the toilet, the dirt didn't disappear..."

Fudge interrupted: "Is this kind of trivial matter yours? The sewer matter?"

"Arthur, seriously, I always wanted to change your position." Fudge laughed:

"Since Crouch's accident, the International Cooperation and Exchange Department has lacked a director.

Your son Percy also works there, right?"

Percy's eyes lit up, and he looked at his old father.

He has never been so excited.

Fudge continued:

"This department must break through the shackles of the tight bureaucracy. We have to open the windows and get some fresh air to get rid of all the red tape.

I believe you can bring this crunching old bureaucratic machine to life."

"You mean a general cleaning?" Arthur laughed.

"Indeed, too many people are just sitting behind the table...really there should be a cleanup."

At this time, the elevator rang suddenly.

"The fifth floor, the Department of International Magic Cooperation, includes the International Magic Trade Standards Association, the International Magic Law Office, and the British Seat of the International Federation of Magicians."

Mr. Weasley said quickly: "Mr. Minister, I still like this position.

Alright, Percy, you have reached the place, it's time to get down.

I also stopped by to see a good friend of mine."

Percy was reluctantly pulled down by Mr. Weasley.

Fudge's face was gloomy for an instant.

Umbridge spit in the elevator, and said:

"What the hell, shamelessly."

But she didn't control the distance well and vomited on Minister Fudge's shoes.

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(Seeking recommendation tickets and monthly tickets, everyone.

Thanks to the two big brothers, "Admonition Suiyue" and "Tourist from Hell" for their rewards.)