As usual, Fudge lost sleep again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sitting up from the large wooden bed, Fudge felt that he could no longer sleep, he had been exhausted to the extreme, and when he woke up, he could only look at the empty bedside in a silent daze.

He felt that he could get up and get his business done, in fact he felt that as Minister of Magic, he was much more diligent than his predecessor, and that he had spent more time on his career than his predecessor. Of course, there is also the possibility that he does not want to admit that he is too incompetent, which is the biggest reason why he needs to devote his leisure time to work.

Now he had to shave his beard first, and these days he was fighting fires like a firefighter in a Muggle world, and he didn't have time to take care of his image. Not long ago, Dumbledore, in his official capacity as Headmaster rather than as a private person, protested once again against the Dementors he had placed in the school.

The Dementors also say that they have been subjected to a torture at Hogwarts, and that they will not compromise if they can't get an explanation for them.

Without waking his wife, he tiptoed out of bed, put on his slippers, and walked down the hallway to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, he looked at himself carefully, he was no longer young, the affairs of the past few days had made him have a lot of gray hair, no longer the pure gray he used to be, the deep sunken eye sockets and a little bloodshot in the eyeballs showed that his sleep quality was not good, and a slightly bulging belly, he usually liked to work out, but since that Black escaped from prison, his free time has been lost, everything has changed, Azkaban's defense problems have been questioned, the Dementors have caused him trouble everywhere, even to Dumbledore's head, his authority has begun to be questioned (in fact, it has not always existed), and there are headaches everywhere。

He was now hesitating about which side of Dumbledore and the Dementors he should be tougher and which side should be a little more favorable.

From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to be soft with Dumbledore, and when he first came to power, he really didn't have much confidence in his ability, so he often consulted Dumbledore, but after staying in this ministerial position for a long time, his confidence slowly grew. He still consulted Dumbledore, but the number of times gradually decreased, and he believed that he was capable of being the minister. He was obsessed with what it was like to be Minister of Magic and what the position had given him.

Asking Dumbledore again always made Fudge feel inferior, like going back to his school days, he himself was a student, and Dumbledore was a teacher.

This sense of contrast made him, who was used to sitting in a high position, extremely resistant.

In contrast, this group of Dementors is much easier to manage, and in this group of monsters, he can truly appreciate his superiority in intelligence.

"Bang bang bang. The sound of the bathroom window crashing one after another annoyed him, and he walked over to find that it was an owl that had been haunting him again.

How long has it been since he's become minister to use an owl?

Although he threw himself into the camp of the pure-blood family in order to gain better support, it has to be said that he felt that Muggle things were still very useful, and the lights and telephones were very convenient.

It's that little ghost from the Lucius family, right? He made himself bleed profusely last time, and Fudge was very impressed with this boy.

The thought in his head was quick, and he was not idle, and went over and opened the window, thinking that if it was a letter of praise from his admirer, he would forgive the sender.

Unfortunately, when he finished reading the letter, he immediately fell to the bathroom floor, his eyes blackened, but he did not faint immediately, and reason told him that if he fainted now, his political career would be completely ruined.

Actually, it's pretty much the same now.

The letter, written by his subordinates, first explained the reason why he used the owl - because the telephone could not be reached because of the arrears, and in order to show the urgency of the incident, he could only use the owl and manpower to rush to his house at the same time, and it was not long before he heard a knock at the door outside the house.

But now his legs are a little weak, and he doesn't even have the strength to stand up.

The thrust of the letter can be summed up in one sentence: "The Dementor strike disappeared en masse, and Azkaban fell into chaos." The news knocked him out like a slap in the face.

"Those inferior creatures, how dare they!!" he roared, his eyes red and bruised, and the grace he had shown to win over the masses had long since been thrown out of the clouds.

"There's still a chance, there's a chance, as long as that person arrives in time, I'll still have a chance. Suddenly, as if he had found some kind of life-saving straw, he whispered to himself, and the strength in his legs seemed to return, and he stood up, and moved with all his strength in the direction of the gate.

Dumbledore was now his only hope!

If he now knew that his only hope was one of the initiators of this matter, he didn't know how he would feel.

Rewind the clock to a few hours ago.

After expelling and eliminating the Dementors who had forcibly entered Hogwarts, Dumbledore immediately returned to his office, arbitrarily pulled out a quill from the pencil case, and began to rustle on a piece of parchment, frowning from time to time, and occasionally pushing his glasses, for an old man, sitting and writing for a long time is not a simple job, after a long time, he put down the pen, looked at the slender and circled flower characters on the parchment, and let out a long breath。

Dumbledore himself wasn't keen on power, at least for now, so he didn't like to spend time on unnecessary "etiquette".

Dumbledore preferred to "talk at length", but Fudge seemed to hate this method of communication more and more, so he had to choose a more formal way to communicate with him.

Anyone in the circle has to follow the rules of the game, and he is no exception, as he is the Headmaster of Hogwarts. And the other party is the Minister of Magic, which is not only fame and fortune and aura, but also shackles and restrictions.

He could not do what he wanted, and even such communication had to be formally written.

Actually, he would have liked to have wiped out all the Dementors, and in his opinion the creatures were useless, but if he did, there would be even more trouble on Fudge's side.

"Hey, is your head hurting again? You're always going to tease your bird every time you get into a problem. The portrait hanging on the wall, with his lips twitching and his voice somewhat gloomy and hoarse, was Sirius Black's great-great-grandfather, who had served as Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Correct, this is the Phoenix," Dumbledore explained solemnly, pacing around his desk to the perch, then his brow furrowed, and he spread his long arms, moved a little, and then pulled out his wand, summoning a brilliant flame at the tip of the wand. (To be continued.) )