The elevator door was opened again on the fourth floor.

Mrs. Ekmore, who stood in the doorway, was stunned.

She saw a shocking scene:

Umbridge was on her knees, her head tilted, a disgusting smile on her lips, and a ball of paper covered in viscous liquid.

Oh, Merlin's stockings......

Mrs. Ekmo froze in place, and for a moment she wanted to bend, and made up strange images in her mind.

No!

Is this a Ministry of Magic elevator? You two are in there...... It's ridiculous!

And also...... Elevators stay on almost every floor at intervals of a few seconds.

Minister, you are ...... at this speed Too fast, right?

Mrs. Ekmo thought disdainfully.

Umbridge tried to explain, but stopped.

She didn't realize that the posture was wrong, and thought about something else.

How to say that?

To tell the truth, it's the spit on the minister's shoes.

But...... What is she? Advisor to the Minister of Magic!

If an adviser helps the minister shine his shoes and does this kind of house-elf work, and is known by others, wouldn't he think that she Umbridge is in the position by licking the minister?

This is true, but you can't let others think so!

She relied on her ability and skilled business, not by licking!

Umbridge's mind was spinning a thousand times, and she immediately said:

"Mr. Minister's contact eye has fallen off, don't be stunned, hurry up and help?"

Mrs. Ecomo hesitated again and began a new round of brain supplementation.

Umbridge wouldn't be hinting at her.

No, she's a good woman!

has a good husband, daughter Marietta, who attends Hogwarts...... The family is happy.

Fortunately, Umbridge has already shouted:

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

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

She threatened, "The Minister doesn't want anyone to know that he has Muggle contact eyes, don't talk nonsense, or ......"

Mrs. Ekmo nodded hurriedly, and ran away.

She is a small staff member of the Floo Network Administration, where do you dare to go out and talk nonsense.

However, in Umbridge's sight, a small beetle, holding an equally shrunken camera, was taking pictures.

The angles are tricky and strange!

The elevator swayed slightly again, and a cold female voice announced, "First floor, the Minister's Office and Logistics. ”

Fudge stepped out of the elevator and passed one gleaming wooden door, each with a small sign on it that read the name and position of the person in the room.

Fudge enjoyed the feeling, and he had traveled the road countless times, each time being captivated by the majesty, complexity, and inscrutable sophistication of the Ministry of Magic.

Passing by the adviser's office, Umbridge did not go inside, but continued walking, following the minister towards his room.

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

There are no piles of paperwork, no letters of all kinds that need to be answered urgently...... There are only oriental carpets, black oak desks, and chairs with cushions.

The walls are adorned with a famous painting by Boucher and the shelves are filled with books related to Fudge.

Some were introduced to him, and some were endorsed by him...... There are also those written by him himself and used to make money.

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

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

Umbridge rubbed Fudge's shoulder.

"What's the solution?" Fudge took a sip of thirty years of red wine.

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

"Is that okay?" Fudge hesitated.

The Weasleys were all weird, and he didn't think that Percy would be his man.

"I'm sure, I can see that he's the only 'normal' and 'smart' of the Weasleys." Umbridge said confidently.

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

Soon, Umbridge took Percy and entered the room.

Fudge is reading the book he wrote this year, "The Wizard's Office for Poverty Alleviation - Scotland's Last Poor Wizarding Village Takes Off His Hat, and the Old Ranch Has New Tricks"

Percy looked at the book, a little excited.

Fudge looked up and said, "What, you've seen it too?" ”

"Yes, I read for half an hour every night before I go to bed...... Almost every paragraph will be memorized, Mr. Minister! Percy trembled with excitement.

Fudge's eyebrows raised, and someone else memorized what he wrote?

This new licking method made Fudge a little dark.

He immediately selected a few paragraphs, and Percy deserved to be a top student, and he did memorize it completely.

"Not bad...... That's good. Fudge looked at Percy, but suddenly said, "Son, I remember that you committed a serious crime of negligence.

You don't realize that your boss, Crouch, is under the control of his son. ”

"I know...... It's my fault...... But...... I ......" Percy's lips trembled.

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

"You should be aware of Crouch's insanity and report it to your superiors in a timely manner."

Percy looked at Fudge pleadingly.

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

"As long as you're willing to cooperate with me...... Naturally, no one is making irresponsible comments, and I can still give you a promotion and a raise.

I also have a distant cousin whom I can introduce to you. ”

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

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

"Child, your father, what is he doing on the seventh floor?" Umbridge asked immediately.

Percy thought for a moment and replied, "He's going to find Ludo Bagman." Bagman owes Galleon of Gringotts.

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

"Gringotts?" Fudge's brow furrowed.

Could it be that Dumbledore was already fighting over the elves and wanted to get rid of him?

Fudge's face grew ugly.

"What else do you hear?" Umbridge asked.

"It seems to be...... International Wizarding Convention or something...... None of them let me come close, I don't know......" Percy shook his head.

"International Congress of Wizards." Fudge swallowed.

Could it be that at the conference, it was advertised that the mysterious man had been resurrected?

"Percy, I can transfer you from the Department of International Exchange and Cooperation to 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 hear the news...... Hear from Dumbledore and Stark. ”

Percy struggled.

"Child, you know, I already have evidence of Dumbledore's crimes. You're drawing a line with him. Fudge continued.

"Once something happens, your father can't escape, but because you...... He will be safe. ”

Percy was pale, his teeth biting his lip. After a moment, he looked up and said:

"I promise!"

Percy leaves, but Fudge clutches his head in a headache.

International Wizarding Convention.

Dumbledore was the president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

"Minister, it's not hard to get rid of Dumbledore." Umbridge laughed.

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

"Although Dumbledore is the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, he still has an identity, that is, the representative of the United Kingdom." Umbridge fasttracks.

"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 he will not grow long. ”

Fudge was silent.

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

Once lost, it will definitely be bad for Britain.

But......

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

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

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

But when I really came here again, it was already a full thirty years.

There's no way Fudge just gave 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 ruthless.

If you want to blame it, blame it...... You yourself are not the minister!

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