Welfare Castle.

Walsh Foley frowned, his expression solemn.

Although the Daily Prophet exists entirely as a government mouthpiece, and has never known what its own opinion is, as the largest shareholder behind the Daily Prophet, the news channels of Castle Welfare are not much worse than those of the Ministry of Magic.

After a long time, he finally drew a name from the messy parchment, and his frowning brow finally relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Gold coins. He called out to his house-elf, and slouched back in his chair, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples.

The house-elf, named after the Muggle currency, appeared almost instantly, in a respectful tone, "My dear master, a cup of black tea with unsweetened pastries?"

"No, it's too late, gold, that name drawn on the paper, Dolores Jane Umbridge, go to my file room, find all the records about her, and put them on my desk. Walsh's voice was full of exhaustion, and he spent a full noon and half an afternoon analyzing the message of the Ministry of Magic meeting, and finally circled the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic as the biggest beneficiary of the meeting among Fudge's henchmen.

There is no doubt that Hogwarts will face an all-out attack from the Undersecretary next, and the Undersecretary may even go to the castle himself to put pressure on him.

"So, what do we need to do next?" Walsh's eyes were still closed, but his brain was starting to work - the Fudge government had fallen out with Hogwarts since the man who couldn't even mention his name might return, and although the matter was well concealed, it still hadn't escaped his intelligence network.

As the rhythmic tapping of fingers and chairs sounded, a strange thought came to his mind - if the Fudge Government and Hogwarts had been at loggerheads, would it really be possible for the being who couldn't even be named to return for the rest of the day?

"If the Aurors don't go after the one who might exist and instead keep an eye on Dumbledore, will that one come back?"

Once this thought floats, it can no longer be suppressed - as one of the famous pure-blood families in the book, the welfare family naturally does not need to worry about what devastating blow they will suffer in the next dispute, but in the era of regime change, if you can't make it, you will lose.

Especially the Daily Prophet, an industry that has poured the hearts and minds of their entire family, if it is really replaced by Voldemort's government, many of the Death Eater families who followed Voldemort have already degenerated into poor ghosts.

"It's the poor guys who only have the blood left to go out and trade the prestige of the blood for Galleons, and they throw away the elegance of the pureblood. He mocked in his mind without complaint, looking down on the so-called Death Eaters - what do you do like the Malfoy family, the pure-bloods who are the number one to do things can be mixed up in it, what are the Death Eaters to be proud of?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at his loyal servant who had just moved over with a stack of materials half-showing off and half-complaining: "Gold, do you know the difference between us and the kind of guy who got in with the Malfoy family?"

He didn't expect his servant to answer his question at all, and said to himself, "They started the Muggle business, but they were banned by the Ministry of Magic, and they had to change their careers and invest in that—that lord," Walsh paused and decided to skip the paragraph, "Anyway, their investments are always unsuccessful, and we, by nature, are successes, when purebloods are greater than the Ministry of Magic, we are purebloods, and when the Ministry of Magic starts restricting purebloods, we have long since become the Ministry of Magic." ”

He took the document with a little pride, and put his hand on it—"And that's why we're always on the right side." ”