Hogwarts of a certain magic

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The elevator door was opened again on the fourth floor.

Mrs. Ekmore who was standing at the door was stunned.

She saw a shocking scene:

Umbridge knelt on the ground, tilted her head back, her mouth filled with a disgusting smile, and she was holding a ball of paper in her hand, covered with a viscous liquid.

Oh, Merlin's stockings...

Mrs. Ekmore stood there, she wanted to bend in an instant, filling out strange images in her mind.

Not!

This is the Ministry of Magic elevator?You two are inside... it's ridiculous!

Also...the elevators will stop on almost every floor, with only a few seconds interval.

Minister, your speed... is too fast, right?

Mrs. Ekmore thought contemptuously.

Umbridge was trying to explain, but stopped abruptly.

She didn't realize the wrong posture, instead she thought about other things.

What should I say?

To be honest, it was the saliva on the Minister's shoe shine.

But... what is her status?Advisor to the Minister of Magic!

A consultant helped Minister to polish the shoes and do this kind of house-elf work. When someone knew about it, wouldn't she think that Umbridge was in charge by licking the Minister?

Although this is true, you can't let others think so!

She relies on ability, skilled business, not licking!

Umbridge thought about it a thousand times, and she immediately said:

"Mr. Minister's invisible eyes have fallen out, don't froze, hurry up and help?"

Mrs. Ekmo hesitated again, and started a new round of brain supplements.

Umbridge wasn't suggesting her.

No, she is a good woman!

There is a good husband and daughter Marietta goes to school at Hogwarts...a happy family.

Fortunately, Umbridge has already shouted:

"Ah, I found it, I found it, you can go now."

Mrs. Ekmo was stunned for two seconds, and was about to leave, but Umbridge called out again.

She threatened: "The minister doesn't want people to know that he has Muggle invisible eyes. Don't talk nonsense, otherwise..."

Mrs. Ekmore nodded hurriedly, and ran away like Fei.

She is a small staff member of the Floo Network Management Bureau, where she dare to go out and talk nonsense.

However, out of sight of Umbridge, a small beetle was holding a similarly zoomed camera, taking a photo.

The angle is tricky and peculiar!

The elevator swayed slightly again, and the cold female voice announced: "First floor, the Office of the Minister of Magic and the logistics office."

Fudge stepped out of the elevator and passed light wooden doors one after another. Each door had a small sign with the name and position of the person in the house.

Fudge enjoyed this feeling very much. He had walked countless times during this period, and each time he was attracted by the majesty, complexity and inscrutableness of the Ministry of Magic.

Passing by the consultant's office, Umbridge did not go in, but continued to walk, following the minister towards his room.

The minister's office looks more like a luxurious living room.

There are no piles of documents, no letters of urgent need of reply... Only the oriental carpet, the black oak desk, and the chair with cushions.

The wall is decorated with a famous painting by Boucher, and the shelves are full of books related to Fudge.

Some were introduced to him, some endorsed by him... and some were written by him to make money.

Fudge sat down on the velvet couch. Umbridge poured two glasses of Bordeaux and walked over slowly.

"Well, Minister, don't be angry, I have other ways to help you deal with Dumbledore."

Umbridge rubbed Fudge's shoulders.

"What way?" Fudge took a sip of 30-year-old red wine.

"Since Weasley can't do it, we can win over his son, the young man named Percy Weasley."

"Can you?" Fudge hesitated.

The Weasleys are all weird. He didn't think that Percy would be his.

"I'm sure, I can see that he is the Weasley family, the only'normal' and'smart'." Umbridge said confidently.

"Go and call him." Fudge exhorted."Don't let Arthur see."

Soon, Umbridge took Percy into the room.

Fudge is reading the book he wrote this year-"The Witch's Office for Poverty Alleviation-The Last Impoverished Wizard Village in Scotland Takes Hats Off, and the Old Ranch also has new tricks"

Percy looked at the book, a little excited.

Fudge looked up and said, "Why, have you seen it too?"

"Yes, I read for half an hour before going to bed every night... I can recite almost every paragraph, Mr. Minister!" Percy shivered excitedly.

Fudge raised his eyebrows, and someone had memorized what he had written?

This new method of licking made Fudge a bit dark and cool.

He immediately selected a few paragraphs, Percy deserves to be a student of tyrants, and he has indeed recited them completely.

"Yes... really good." Fudge looked at Percy, but suddenly said, "My boy, I remember you committed a serious crime of oversight.

You didn't realize that your boss, Crouch, was controlled by his son."

"I know... it's my fault... but... I..." Percy's lips trembled.

"My child, just such a mistake is enough to ruin your political career." Fudge shook his head and exclaimed:

"You should be aware of Crouch's mental disorder and report to your superiors in time."

Percy looked at Fudge pleadingly.

"But... I can give you a chance." Fudge lowered his voice and told Percy to sit down.

"As long as you are willing to cooperate with me...Naturally no one is making irresponsible remarks, and I can still promote you and raise your salary.

I also have a distant cousin who can introduce to you."

If William were here, it would feel very familiar.Because of this cousin, she once wanted to introduce him.

"What do you want me to do?" Percy asked.

"My son, your father, why is he going to the seventh floor?" Umbridge asked immediately.

Percy thought for a while and replied: "He went to Ludo Bagman. Bagman owed Garon from Gringotts.

They seem to be fighting for Gringotts... I didn't hear clearly."

"Gringotts?" Fudge frowned.

Could it be that Dumbledore was already fighting over the fairies and wanted to take him off?

Fudge's face grew ugly.

"What else did you hear?" Umbridge asked.

"It seems to be... International Wizarding Conference or something... They don't let me come near, I don't know..." Percy shook his head.

"International Wizarding Conference." Fudge swallowed.

Could it be that at the conference, the propaganda mysterious man was resurrected?

"Percy, I can transfer you from the International Exchange and Cooperation Department and give you an errand as an assistant minister..." Fudge said slowly.

"Really?" Percy stood up."Thank you Mr. Minister!"

"But I need you to help me snoop on the news... snoop on Dumbledore and Stark."

Percy struggled.

"You know, boy, I already have Dumbledore's criminal evidence. You are drawing a line with him." Fudge continued.

"Once something goes wrong, your father can't escape, but because of you...he will be fine."

Percy was pale, with his teeth biting his lip.After a moment, he raised his head and said:

"I promise!"

Percy left, but Fudge clutched his head with a headache.

The International Wizarding Conference.

Dumbledore is the president of the International Federation of Wizards.

"Minister, it is not difficult to solve Dumbledore." Umbridge laughed.

"What do you mean?" Fudge turned his head."He is the president."

"Although Dumbledore is the president of the International Federation of Wizards, he still has another identity, that is, the representative of Britain." Umbridge said quickly.

"If you want to become a representative of the United Kingdom, you must agree with the Ministry of Magic. As long as you disqualify him, he will not be a representative of the United Kingdom, and naturally he won't be president."

Fudge was silent.

The British wizard is the president of the federation, and naturally represents great power and status.

Once lost, it is definitely not good for Britain.

but……

Fudge suddenly remembered when he first entered the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

He was eighteen years old that year, about the same as Percy, ambitious.

He was thinking about how long it would take to walk from the main hall to the minister's office.

But when I got here again, my hair was already fading, and it took me 30 years.

It is impossible for Fudge to give up his position as minister!

He gritted his teeth.

Politics is not a dinner party, but a life and death struggle!

Dumbledore, don't blame me for being cruel.

Blame it... you are not the minister yourself!

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