"Sirius Black, how are you doing?" said Fudge greeted Sirius with a smile. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He put on a look that the two of them were familiar, but had actually only met a few times, and none of them were pleasant memories.

"It's not bad, it's better outside than Azkaban. Sirius said coldly.

"I'm relieved to see you like this, it's a pity that it didn't help back then, and it was concluded without a fair trial, you know that person advocated it......" Fudge said in a low voice, glancing in the direction of the house-elf Twinkle, where Barty Crouch was, "Your father and I were very good friends when he was alive, you can come to me for anything." In fact, there are always vacancies in the Auror office, if you want to, that's not to say!"

As a tragic hero of the post-war era, Sirius is now highly regarded among the general public of the wizarding world.

It was in Fudge's interest to woo Sirius and make him an Auror at the Ministry of Magic.

Not to mention, the Black family, as the oldest pure-blood wizard family, has a strong network of connections and wealth.

"I'll think about it!" Sirius said.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Fudge's eyes turned to Aven.

"Dear Avan, it's a pleasure to meet you here, I just saw your newspaper ad, it's great!"

He shook Aven's hand like a father and greeted him warmly.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Fudge returned to his place.

"Is he friends with your father?" Evan asked, sitting down.

"It's just money, pure-blood wizards like my parents, they're friends with almost every high-ranking Ministry of Magic. They are in the habit of donating big, large sums of gold to these politicians to help pass bills that are beneficial to them. Sirius said disdainfully, "One of my ancestors tried to force the Ministry of Magic to pass a bill legalizing wizards hunting and killing Muggles, and that's probably what happened. ”

This is indeed ridiculous, but it is very much in line with the interests and traditions of pure-blood wizarding families.

Old pure-blood families like the Black family, they always try to hide behind the scenes, using wealth and family background as weapons, cleverly using the people in front of the stage to protect their own interests, and threaten other wizards to obey their orders.

This model has worked well for centuries.

It wasn't until Voldemort appeared that these pure-blood wizarding families found out that they had messed up.

In the early days of Voldemort's rise, there were many pure-blood wizarding families who supported him.

Like Sirius's parents, they were proud that their son had become a Death Eater.

They subscribed to Voldemort's belief that pure-blood wizards were supreme.

But when Voldemort gradually revealed his true nature and went around killing people, these pure-blood wizarding families began to be afraid.

The relationship between the two sides changed from allies to master and servant, and the pure-blood wizarding family became a tool for Voldemort's expansion.

No one dared to oppose him, and no one dared to quit halfway.

Death Eaters are not organizations that you can join if you want to, and you can quit whenever you want.

The only fate that goes against the Dark Lord's will is death.

There is no end to this path except to perish.

This is also why, after Voldemort's defeat, many veteran pure-blood wizarding families breathed a sigh of relief.

Although after the war, their power and control over the wizarding world were much less than before.

However, it is much better than following Voldemort madly to his demise.

At this moment, another representative of the pure-blood wizard family, the Malfoy family, walked into the box.

Lucius Malfoy was still the same as ever, squinting at everyone in the box.

His cold, gray-blue eyes lingered on Evan and Sirius for a moment, then quickly moved away.

There was a sneer on his pale pointed face, which made him look very arrogant.

Behind him were Draco Malfoy and his mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

"Ah, Fudge!" Lucius quickly walked over to the Minister of Magic and held out his hand, "Hello, I don't think you have met my wife, Narcissa, and our son, Darkora. ”

"Hello, hello!" said Fudge, bowing to Mrs. Malfoy with a smile, "Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oberlandek... Mr. Obaronsk, he's the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, it doesn't matter, he doesn't understand what I'm saying anyway. Let me see who else you know Sirius Black, right?"

"Of course!" Lucius said with a malicious gaze turning to Sirius, in a pretentious tone, "I'm surprised to let him out......"

"Oh, Blake is innocent, we've proven it!" Fudge didn't understand what he was saying, "It was all done by that evil Pettigrew Peter, who would have thought he was the culprit!"

"That's right!" Lucius whispered, "but I think there are some dangerous fellows who don't ...... it."

"Malfoy, if you want to fight, I'll be there for you!" Sirius shouted.

His voice was so loud that everyone in the box was looking at him.

"Lucius didn't mean that, Sirius, I think you're misleading, don't mind!" Fudge said in a panic, "Lucius recently donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and he's my guest of honor!"

It was Kim Gallon again, and Aven suddenly understood the meaning of what Sirius had just said.

It seems that it is really easy to become Fudge's friend, as long as you have a large sum of gold.

As long as the Philosopher's Stone is transformed into a gold function, then it does not seem to be difficult to control the Ministry of Magic.

Under Fudge's gaze, Lucius Malfoy didn't say anything out of the ordinary.

He looked sarcastically at Sirius, and at everyone in that row.

It's like being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Then, he walked to his seat.

Draco Malfoy followed his father, glaring at Aven, Harry, Ron, and Hermione with contempt.

One after another, people approached the box, and when everyone was full, Ludo Bagman rushed in.

"Are you all ready?" his round face, shining like a giant spherical piece of cheese, "Minister, can we begin?"

"You say let's get started, Ludo. Fudge said kindly.

Ludo nodded, drew his wand, pointed it to his throat, and said, "Loud voice!"

In the next second, his words resounded like thunder, resounding throughout the packed gymnasium.

His voice echoed over their heads, resounding to every corner of the stands. (To be continued.) )