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It was almost midnight, and Xiang was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo that he needed to wait for a call from a distant local president. There have been too many bad things this month, and Xiang rubbed his somewhat stiff face, maybe it's time to take a vacation for himself.

Xiang didn't care what was written on the memo, his mind was thinking about something else now. It is incomprehensible that there were three aviation accidents in Britain in one week - the weather was fine, the captain was experienced, and the radar had been locked on the location of the plane, but the plane disappeared without a trace, and the worst thing was that it happened three times at the same time, coupled with the recent disappearances, the public and the opposition parties have intensified their condemnation of the government.

What a terrible tenure, I wish it was over soon, I thought so.

He flipped to the second page of the memo, which was still very long, and knew that it was impossible to read it, so he simply gave up. He stretched his arms above his head and looked at his office depressedly. It was a very imposing room, with a beautiful marble fireplace facing the long sashed windows, which were closed tightly to keep out the unseasonal cold fog outside. Shivering slightly, Xiang stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the thin mist clinging to the windowpane. As he stood there with his back to the room, he heard a soft cough behind him.

He froze, his own frightened face in the dark windowpane in front of him. He slowly turned around and faced the empty room.

"Hey?" he said, trying to make his voice sound brave.

At that moment, he knew that it was impossible, but he still vaguely hoped in his heart that no one would agree to him. Immediately, however, a voice answered. The voice was crisp and decisive, as if reading a prepared script. As soon as I heard the first cough, I knew it was coming from the little frog-like man in a long silver hat, who was the figure in a dirty little oil painting in the corner of the room.

"To the Muggle phase. Request an urgent meeting. Please reply immediately. Faithful, Fudge. The man in the painting looked at Xiang inquiringly.

"Hmm. "Listen," he said...... This time is not right for me...... I'm waiting for a phone call...... It's a president—"

"That can be rescheduled. The portrait said without thinking. Xiang's heart sank. That's what worries him.

"But I do want to talk to him—"

"We're going to make the president forget about the phone call. He'll call again tomorrow night. The little man said, "Please reply to Mr. Fudge at once." ”

"I ...... Oh...... Alright," said Xiang reluctantly, "well, I'll meet Fudge." ”

He hurried to his desk. I straightened a tie on the side. He had just sat down, adjusting his facial expression to as relaxed and composed as he had hoped, when a bright green flame suddenly erupted from the empty grate beneath the marble fireplace. Xiang tried his best to hide the surprise and panic in his heart, and watched as a big fat man appeared in the middle of the flames, spinning like a spinning top. After a few seconds, the big fat man stepped over the grate. With a yellow-green bowler hat in his hand, he stood on a fine carpet and dusted the ashes from the sleeve of his thin striped cloak.

"Huh...... Phase, "Cornelly." Fudge said, striding over and holding out a hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you again." ”

Xiang was reluctant to answer this polite sentence from the bottom of his heart. He didn't say anything. He didn't want to see Fudge at all, because Fudge always brought bad news.

"Can I do something for you?" asked, hurriedly shaking Fudge's hand and motioning for him to sit down in the hardest chair in front of the table.

"I don't know where to start," muttered Fudge, pulling over his chair and sitting down, placing his green yarke-cap on his knees, "It's been a good week, it's been a choking......

"Have you had a bad week?" asked Xiang with a straight face, trying to make the other party understand. He had enough to worry about himself, and he didn't want to share anything more for Fudge.

"yes, that's needless to say. Fudge said as he rubbed his eyes wearily and looked at Xiang sadly, "I've had a lot worse off than you this week. Appearance. There have been a lot of situations in the wizarding world, and someone has joined forces to impeach me and get me out of office. ”

"That sounds really unfortunate. He struggled to make his voice more sympathetic, "Why do wizards impeach you?"

Fudge frustratedly tugged at his green bowler hat, "Who knows, maybe it's Dumbledore, maybe it's the wizarding nobles - who knows, they want to get me out of power anyway." ”

"Oh, that does sound terrible. "Then they have to have a reason, right?"

"Huh, reason?" Fudge stood up, "Reason they can always find a lot, Dumbledore said that I influenced the independence of education, used illegal means to buy Hogwarts, interfered with normal teaching - but look at what he is doing? The Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher changes every year, and the teacher who applies is either a psychopath, a werewolf, a half-blood giant, can I do it if I don't interfere?"

Fudge walked around the office irritably, "Those wizard aristocrats are even more interesting, they say that I kill the inhuman races - as if they are protective of magical creatures. There is also a madman who says that I have formed an army of Haliopa and wants to control the entire wizarding world, and the worst thing is that this madman also has a gossip tabloid that sells well. ”

"I beg your pardon. Struggling to make sense of the puzzling words in a large passage of Fudge's words, "What is Heliopa?"

"This is a kind of legendary fire spirit, a behemoth covered in fire, galloping across the land, able to burn every qiē in front of it - but the problem is that this thing has disappeared in Merlin's time, how can I form such an army, and if I have such a large amount of money, do I need to be afraid of the Dark Lord?"

"The Dark Lord?" searched suspiciously, searching for the few memories he had of communicating with Fudge.

"I mentioned to you, the demon who committed heinous crimes, did all kinds of evil, and couldn't even mention his name. "He was resurrected last year, and in fact, the Muggle's flying iron bird crashed in a row, and it should have something to do with him." ”

"Oh my God, it's all your relationship. He said angrily, "What about those who are missing? It is also related to wizards, and I will be blamed by others for this! You are the Ministry of Magic, the department that governs wizards, and you should be responsible for this!"

"Do you think I don't want to?" Fudge blushed, "I've done my best, every Auror in the Ministry of Magic is trying to find him and round up his followers until today!

"But you're the Minister of Magic, and you must be responsible for it. Xiang said.

"It's late. "The Wizengamot has passed the resolution of the minister's change, and I am no longer a minister." ”

"Oh, no, who's going to clean up this mess?" Xiang panicked, "This isn't a situation I'm supposed to deal with." ”

"Don't worry, there will soon be a new minister for the Ministry of Magic, I'm here to inform you of this, you have to exercise restraint during the change of minister, and don't delve into anything unthinkable that can't be explained by common sense, it's very dangerous - there is evidence that the Adversary who can't even mention his name has been very active lately, maybe I should have listened to Dumbledore in the first place, and mobilized for war at the beginning, diverting the contradictions from all sides, maybe it wouldn't have been to this point. If you want me to say, those wizard nobles are really unreliable allies!"

"Hopefully you'll have better luck than I am, Xiang. Fudge tried to squeeze out a smile but didn't succeed, it was like a toothache.

"But, for God's sake - you're a wizard! You can do magic! You can solve - yes - solve any problem!"

Fudge said with a wry smile, "But the problem is, I'm not the only wizard, Xiang-sama. ”