At the golden elevator door, a group of wizards waited.

The wizard at the head was stocky and slightly bald.

He was dressed in a gorgeous robe with red clouds on a black background, and a silver-rimmed green top hat in his hand.

Behind the wizard stood a short, stocky, toad-looking witch with short hair and a velvet bow and a thick folder on her chest.

The other wizards were a little farther away, with expressions of fear on their faces.

The elevator doors opened, and Secretary Fudge walked in first, followed by Umbridge.

As for the other wizards, they all felt that they had not followed, and continued to choose to wait for the next elevator.

"How's the result of the inspection, Dolores."

As the elevator doors closed, Fudge asked in a low voice.

Umbridge pinched her throat and said sweetly:

"Mr. Minister, I went to that cemetery with a team of Aurors, and nothing was checked, and there was no trace of the battle at all."

"But Muggle newspapers ......," Fudge hesitated. It's said that a lot of people died. ”

"It's just a landslide." Umbridge had already prepared an excuse.

"Completely natural disasters, without a single human element."

"Ah, that's pathetic." There was not much pity in Minister Fudge's tone.

He loosened his collar and relaxed: "So, the so-called place where the mysterious man was resurrected is fake?" ”

Umbridge didn't answer directly, just chuckled:

"Minister, do you really believe Dumbledore's words Stark a little wizard can fight the mystery man and hurt him?"

"William wasn't just a little wizard." Minister Fudge shook his head cautiously.

"I've seen reports in Paris and Venice, and William is really strong, and I believe that most of the Aurors are not his opponents."

Fudge can be regarded as having seen the horror of genius.

"So......" Umbridge rolled her eyes and said immediately, "Dumbledore did this for a reason. ”

"What is the reason?" Fudge pricked up his ears.

"It's nothing more than to add prestige to Stark and support him to become the youngest Minister of Magic." Umbridge analyzed.

"He only has two years left to graduate......"

Fudge was silent.

Although the Minister of Magic will hold regular elections, the term of office of this position is not limited by time.

Theoretically, you can be re-elected indefinitely, as long as you do a good enough job.

So, this is an extremely flexible profession, with a career life span ranging from a few months to decades.

The shortest-serving British Minister of Magic is undoubtedly Basilfleck, who has only been in office for two months.

At that time, it was still during the Goblin War, and he just came up to the top tank and excessively.

Fleck did it for two months, and then kicked him down for bullshit reasons like the elves and werewolves were allied.

The longest-serving minister is Faris Spavon. He took office at the age of 109 and has been in office for 38 years.

Fudge doesn't want to be a lifelong person, but he also has to have dreams.

His dream is to challenge for 60 years.

Is there a minister in the world for sixty years?

Then start with him!

It's only been five years now, how can he be willing to leave office?

Especially once the right thing is contaminated, it can't be quit at all.

But Fudge also developed a sense of urgency.

As Umbridge said, with William's current fame, he wants to run in the future, and it is basically ironclad.

If there is also Dumbledore who has the momentum to become the youngest Minister of Magic after graduation, it is not impossible.

In particular, public opinion thought that the mysterious man had been resurrected...... And William is the only one who can deal with him.

This is a complete replica of Dumbledore.

I'm afraid that in two years, public opinion in the UK will all become:

William can't help it!

And what about him Fudge?

Damn it!

The two of them suddenly shut up as the elevator opened on the seventh floor of the Magical Sports Division.

Mr. Weasley and Percy, standing in the elevator doorway, appear to be arguing.

Seeing that Minister Fudge, Arthur stopped arguing and hesitated a little, and did not go in for a while.

However, Percy seemed to see his father, who had changed his face at the speed of light, and walked in with a smile on his face.

He said enthusiastically: "Good morning, Mr. Minister. And Mrs. Umbridge, your minister's adviser! ”

Percy held out his hand eagerly.

Minister Fudge was stunned for a few seconds before he stretched out his hand and smiled, "Hello...... I remember you called"

"Percy, Mr. Minister." Percy hurriedly introduced himself.

"Do you remember when I worked in the Department of International Magical Cooperation? Just a few months ago, I worked for Mr. Crouch ......"

Percy suddenly shut up.

Crouch is controlled by his son Barty Jr., who is actually working for criminals.

Fortunately, Fudge didn't dig deeper, but looked at Arthur who walked in.

Mr. Weasley had to come in.

Although he didn't want to share an elevator with Fudge, he also caused Percy to talk nonsense and accidentally leaked some news.

During this time, many members of the Order of the Phoenix have been to the Burrow.

And during this time, he suddenly discovered that his son Percy ...... There may be some problems.

It's not a brain problem, it's not a physical problem, it's a political misalignment.

Fudge seemed to be a good friend, and his face was kind, as if he had inquired unintentionally:

"Arthur, isn't your office on the second floor, why did you come to the seventh floor?"

The Ministry of Magic has a total of nine floors, and the eighth floor is the main hall.

Because deep underground, the number of floors is about the same, and the farther away from the ground.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the largest department in the Ministry of Magic, is on the second level.

Weasley's Office Against the Misuse of Muggle Objects is also on this floor.

Percy was about to answer, but Mr. Weasley immediately lied and said, "I like Goldstone, so I came to Goldstone Club and asked if there was a game recently." ”

Gobu Stone is a wizarding game that resembles a glass marble, and every time you lose a point, the winning stone will spray an unpleasant viscous liquid into the face of the loser.

It's an extremely niche game, and it doesn't look very elegant either.

But Fudge is worthy of being a minister, and can catch any topic, and he talks eloquently:

"I also love the game, and when I was at Hogwarts, I was part of the school's Stonework Club.

I remember our captain, one

Erin Prince's Girl.

She led us in a tournament against Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

When she graduated, it was as if she was married to a Muggle, I remember...... She seemed to be Snape's mother. ”

Arthur just smiled awkwardly, he didn't like the game at all.

"Have you been busy lately?" Fudge asked again, "I heard you've been busy with toilet sewage recently?" ”

"Anti-Muggle pranksters did it!" Arthur said angrily, "There have been two times recently, once at Wimbledon and once at Elephant Castle.

As soon as the Muggle flushed the toilet, the dirty stuff didn't go away......"

Fudge interrupted, "Are you in charge of such a trivial matter?" Sewer thing? ”

"Arthur, seriously, I've always wanted to give you a different place." Fudge smiled:

"Since Crouch's accident, the Department of International Cooperation and Exchange has lacked a director.

Your son, Percy, also works there, right? ”

Percy's eyes lit up as he looked at his old father.

He had never been so excited.

Fudge continued:

"This department has to break through the shackles of a tight bureaucracy. We're going to open the windows and get some fresh air, so that we don't have to go through all the red tape.

I believe in you to give new life to this creaking old bureaucratic machine. ”

"You mean a big cleaning?" Arthur laughed.

"It's true that too many people just sit behind their desks...... It's time for a big cleaning. ”

At this moment, the elevator suddenly rang.

"The fifth level, the Department of International Magical Cooperation, contains the International Magical Trade Standards Association, the International Magical Law Office, and the International Federation of Magicians UK seats."

Mr. Weasley said quickly, "Mr. Minister, I still like my current position.

Alright, Percy, you've got to the place, it's time to go down.

I'm also going to see a good friend of mine by the way. ”

Percy was reluctantly pulled down by Mr. Weasley.

Fudge's face was instantly gloomy.

Umbridge walked into the elevator, spat and said:

"What a thing, shame on the face."

However, she didn't control the distance and spat on Minister Fudge's shoe.

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