On the way to the office, Fudge constantly greeted people, and even met Arthur Weasley, and even made small talk with him.

It made Arthur confused, and he didn't know what kind of madness the minister, who had been wary of him lately.

Fudge is not crazy, but happy!

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his face was full of smugness.

My political brilliance is unparalleled, he thought to himself.

It was indeed incomparable, and it only took a few weeks for him to remove Dumbledore from the position of president of the International Confederation of Wizards and chief of the Wizengamot.

Fudge is so proud!

He didn't expect it to be so easy, and he thought there would be a lot of resistance.

It seems that Dumbledore is really old and not as influential as before.

A grim smile appeared on Fudge's lips.

Beating up reservoir dogs has always been a necessary skill for a mature politician.

The next step is to meddle in Hogwarts, remove Dumbledore's headmittance and let him go back to Godric's Valley to grow sugar cane.

Fudge has long said:

Dumbledore would regret that without his support, even as a headmaster, he would not be able to move an inch.

Dumbledore's petty willfulness was tolerated only by him, Fudge.

But now he doesn't want to tolerate it!

In the past few days, Dumbledore has not learned a long lesson, and like a mad dog, he has given several speeches to tell everyone that the mysterious man has returned.

Public opinion...... Fudge had warned the major newspapers in the country, including the Daily Prophet, to smear Dumbledore as much as possible.

Everything is under control!

Fudge confidently pushed open the office door and slowly walked inside.

Without waiting for him to sit down, Percy, who had just served as assistant to the minister, immediately knocked on the door and walked in.

He was dogggy, holding a hot latte and a stack of newspapers.

There must be a Daily Prophet, and newspapers from other countries must also be read.

Concerned about international current affairs in this way, the morning has passed.

Fudge sat down in his chair, took the latte, and blew on the scum before taking a small sip carefully.

There is no added sugar, milk grape juice and Jin Qi Lai Huoxiang Zhengqi liquid are added...... The taste is moderate.

Percy's craft has become more and more sophisticated.

Still, Fudge misses Umbridge's pour-over coffee.

That's really sweet but not greasy, and the aftertaste is endless.

"Congratulations, Mr. Minister, I read your report yesterday, and it was really good." Percy licked expertly.

Fudge was also a little proud, remembering an interview with the Daily Prophet the day before yesterday about him being awarded the Order of Merlin, the first degree.

That's right, Fudge was awarded the Order of Merlin this year in recognition of his contributions to the wizarding community as Minister of Magic.

At the end of July, I went to the Merlin Medal Ceremony to receive it.

Although it sounds a little shameless, Fudge thinks that with his merits, he still deserves it.

As he said in front of reporters:

"When I first took over the Ministry of Magic, the Ministry's finances were in disarray, and wizards had nothing to spare.

For an official at the level of a director, there are less than two hundred Galleons a month, and the allowance is not much, and the office is in tatters, just like that, two people are crammed into a room.

A year later, the Ministry of Magic had everything, Light Wheel 2000, a renovated office, and perks. ”

Without these, how dare I smear Dumbledore and Stark with a hard fight?

The last sentence, of course, Fudge did not say to the reporter, but slandered in his heart.

But when he thought about it, William would also receive the Order of Merlin of the first class, and he would also receive the award with him, and Fudge was a little unhappy.

This is William's second time winning the award, and once he appears at the ceremony, he will definitely steal the limelight from everyone.

Fudge didn't want to give it to William, but he couldn't help it.

Because there are precedents to follow.

In that year, the famous Ilfleccombe incident: a Welsh green dragon attacked a group of Muggles in Ilfleccombe, Devon, England.

Trafigura's family, who were traveling, prevented the casualties.

Teucer was awarded the Order of Merlin, 1st class.

At last summer's Quidditch World Cup, William stopped a series of attacks and saved many wizards from kidnapped countries.

Even if William had already won the Merlin Medal once, this award was well deserved, without a little water.

Fudge couldn't stop it, otherwise the pressure of public opinion would be too great.

"What news is there in today's Daily Prophet?" Fudge took a sip of his coffee.

"Hmm...... Nothing big news. Percy said vaguely.

"Isn't there anything wrong?" Fudge glanced at the calendar.

"According to the time, Vienna should have already convened the International Congress of Wizards.

With Stark and Granger there, nothing happened? ”

Fudge laughed as he spoke, amused by his own humor.

Percy laughed awkwardly and reluctantly pulled out the newspaper.

Fudge leaned back comfortably in his chair, crossed his hands on his legs, closed his eyes and said, "Nian! ”

Hoping to hear good news, he's messed with the Umbridge faction.

Percy struggled to read about the attack on Vienna.

Fudge didn't finish his coffee and spit it out.

Percy continued to read, and Fudge's face grew more and more ugly.

"Stark claims that the events in Vienna were orchestrated by mysterious people." Percy reads.

He also showed reporters a lot of evidence, including a Death Eater.

This Death Eater, a wizard of the Rozier family, calls himself the Mystery Man Service.

According to Rozier, the mysterious man ordered him to unleash the North Sea Monster to attack the Wizarding Convention. ”

Fudge snatched the newspaper and looked at the picture of the Siren, completely stunned.

Not to mention, looking at the photos, even he believes a little!

Minister Fudge continued to read, also frowning:

Stark will receive the Austrian Double-Header Eagle of the 1st Class and the Order of Merlin of the 1st Class, the second time he has received the Merlin Medal.

When asked about his feelings, Stark claimed that he would refuse to accept the award with Secretary Fudge.

Because, for him, it was a shame.

Stark would become the first wizard in the history of British magic to refuse Merlin's Medal.

Coincidentally, he was also the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, the first man to receive the award twice. ”

Fudge trembled with anger and his face turned red. He hasn't disliked it yet, but the other party actually dislikes him!

He looked at it quickly.

Stark said that the British Ministry of Magic should set up a 'Merlin Peace Prize' to be awarded to Minister Fudge to satisfy his vanity.

Preferably, we should also set up a mountain of ministers and carve his head on it......"

Fudge angrily threw the newspaper on the ground and stomped on it several times. After a few seconds, after his breath had eased, he picked it up.

Stark also made a proposal about the attack.

He believes that the situation is difficult, and it is necessary to have a president of the federation to actively deal with this matter.

However, the federation was unable to elect a new president in a short period of time.

Stark proposes that Dumbledore remain as interim president until the matter is over. ”

"According to credible sources, the representative of the United States, Ms. Piquelly, has contacted more than twenty delegates to call for the matter to be ......"

Fudge scrambled to his feet, his expression a little frightened.

"What is Umbridge doing in Vienna?!"

Fudge paced in front of the fireplace, grabbed a handful of shiny powder from a jar on the mantelpiece and sprinkled it on the flames.

"Martin!" Fudge shouted into the flames, "Where are you! ”

After five or six minutes, a large figure appeared in the fire, and it spun rapidly.

"Are you calling me, Mr. Minister?" Martin asked breathlessly.

"Of course I'm looking for you, what did you just do!" Fudge said angrily.

"I ...... I have a stomachache. Martin said.

Fudge didn't pursue Martin too much, paid toileting, and going to work to fish.

He asked aloud, "What's going on with Dumbledore?!" ”

Martin is the Director of the International Magical Executive Office, which is part of the International Magical Cooperation Division.

Theoretically, the International Confederation of Wizards governs the various countries.

However, it is impossible to prevent excessive interference in internal affairs.

They are usually ordered to be overseen by the Office of Magical Enforcement.

Martin is the official who contacts the Federation, which is equivalent to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs with supervisory powers.

"What happened to Dumbledore?" Martin asked, confused.

"International Confederation of Wizards, I want him to go back and be the president!" Fudge yelled.

"How do you know?" Martin said in surprise.

"It's all in the newspapers! Don't you see? You don't know? You're the Director of the International Magic Executive Office! ”

"My newspaper hasn't arrived yet."

"Your newspaper? Don't you have an official document from the Federation? Fudge was taken aback.

"Nope. Kumon was always late, and I always read international news in the newspaper. Martin shrugged.

"For example, you removed President Dumbledore from office, I only found out two days ago."

Fudge was speechless and panting for a long time before he scolded:

"You're so ...... Shet's mother provokes Fack~"

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