"Ah, Lucius is here!" After Fudge introduced the circle, he suddenly said in surprise.

William turned his head and saw Lucius Malfoy and his silly son Draco.

Lucius was carrying a wand in his hand, but the pigeon eggs were gone, and it seemed that he was fleeced by the Ministry of Magic some time ago, and he didn't dare to "show off his wealth" so high-profile now.

"Ah, Connelly," Malfoy held out his hand as he walked past the Minister of Magic, "Hello, I don't think you have met my son Draco yet. ”

"Hello," Fudge said, glancing at Draco, "Come, let me introduce you to the recipients of the Order of Merlin." ”

Malfoy smiled and nodded, obviously not wanting to miss this opportunity to broaden his network, otherwise there would be no need to attend the banquet.

He was listening to Fudge's introduction when he suddenly saw Mr. Weasley, who looked like he had been pricked with a needle, the smile on his face disappeared, and he left the minister and looked at Weasley affectionately.

The two looked at each other for twenty seconds, and neither of them was willing to take the lead in looking away.

Malfoy glanced at his wand to make sure that his eggs were not there, and that he had no worries and could fully display the fighting skills he had recently trained.

Mr. Weasley showed no signs of weakness, loosening his neckline, as if ready to take off his new robe at any moment.

But no one took the initiative to take action, and the Minister of Magic is still here, so it doesn't matter if he makes the first move.

Their eyes flashed with the same meaning: you come here, you come here!

"Don't, don't." Fudge stood between the two and whispered sternly, "I'm going to make the other Ministers of Magic see the joke!" ”

The two of them snorted coldly and both took half a step back.

"Arthur, don't mess with Lucius in the future, he donated a building to the Ministry of Magic before Christmas, and he is the guest of honor I invited."

Fudge patted Mr. Weasley on the shoulder, obviously not wanting to embarrass Malfoy, the Golden Pig Daddy.

"Of course." A smile crossed Mr. Weasley's face, "I'm grateful for Mr. Malfoy's donation, he definitely doesn't want to spend a few days in Azkaban." ”

Malfoy had an ugly look, being woolened by the Ministry of Magic was obviously not too much to be happy about, even if he was rich!

"Oh my God, Arthur," he sneered, in an exaggerated tone, "I'm willing to donate a building to the Ministry of Magic, but I'm curious what you sold to get the invitation to the Order of Merlin?"

Sold the house?

But that shabby house isn't worth that much money, right? ”

"Mr. Weasley doesn't need to sell his house, let alone donate it, he's my invited guest."

William, who had not spoken, replied with a faint smile on his face.

"Fourteen people can be invited to the Order of Merlin, Mr. Malfoy has not received a medal, probably not very clear."

Mr. Malfoy's gaze swept over William, his gaze cold, apparently recognizing the child who had recently gained fame.

William stared at him without flinching.

Draco's hands trembled unnaturally, and the sight of the boy reminded him of something not so good.

He licked his dry lips and took a few steps back, nightmares...... He never ate ice cream again after that time.

Lucius glanced at William, then at his parents, Hermione's parents, and others, who were undoubtedly Muggles.

William slipped his wand in his hand, and if Lucius dared to say something insulting, he would definitely lecture the other party in public, without sparing a hand.

Under the gaze of the Minister of Magic, Malfoy didn't say anything out of the ordinary. He snorted sarcastically at Weasley and turned to pull Decora to his seat.

"Kid, take it easy." Fudge laughed and said, "I think the medal recipients that Lucius will know from now on can invite fourteen people." ”

"I wonder who you will invite when you receive the Order of Merlin, Minister?" A wide, short, fat woman to Fudge's left said suddenly.

The woman had a broad, loose-skinned face, and a small black velvet bow on her short curls. Her voice was shrill and sounded like a little girl.

"What?" Fudge didn't seem to hear clearly, and he looked at the woman, "What did you just say?" ”

"I said that you will definitely receive a Merlin medal as well, and it will be a matter of the past few years." The woman said in a sweet, greasy voice.

Fudge was taken aback, as if he had seen the woman for the first time.

"Sorry, you're ......"

"Dolores Umbridge, Mr. Minister." Umbridge had a flattering smile on his face.

"Oh, I remember, last year you asked me to promote some books, I remember! I transferred you to the Auror office......"

The smile on Umbridge's face was a little stiff, obviously her strength did not meet the selection criteria of the Aurors, and she just wanted to go in and gild it, but this kind of privilege was airborne, so her situation was not too good.

After all, Rufus Scrimgeur, the head of the Auror Office, is not a talkative boss.

"You just said I'd get the Merlin Medal?" Fudge asked with interest, "Why do you say that?" ”

Umbridge made a shy gesture of a little woman, and she complimented, "Under your leadership, the Ministry of Magic is thriving, catching Tywin, the damned Death Eater, and the invention of the potion of wolf poison...... You deserve a medal in recognition of your contributions.

I think the Merlin Order of Merlin 1st Class is very appropriate. ”

Umbridge's eyes flashed with just the right amount of adoration.

Fudge was obviously still a little disciplined, and he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, I can't...... Albus only defeated Grindelwald in 1945 to receive a first-class medal...... I'm far behind. ”

William looked at Umbridge meaningfully, this seemed to be about to rise, and he could help the minister get money, not to mention, and he spoke so nicely.

Sure enough, Fudge thought for a moment and said, "Umbridge?" I remember you, I'll look at your inspection sheet when I go back, and if you're not a good fit for the Aurors, I'll transfer you away. ”

"Thank you, Minister." Umbridge's voice grew softer.

Just then, the Wizengamot members arrived.

They sat down in chairs, and as far as they could see, there were about fifty of them, dressed in fuchsia robes, with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on their left chest.

Dumbledore strode over, dressed in a black and blue robe, with an extremely happy expression on his face.

He walked to the foreground, looked up, and looked through the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his hooked nose, his long silver-white beard and hair glistening in the light of the torches.

Dumbledore's dress was so gorgeous, he wore a huge gem on his hand, the number of which could be arranged in a large series around four fingers, and the dazzling light emitted from it was enough to make Thanos take off his gloves in shame.

The members of the Wizengamot were all whispering to each other.

All eyes were on Dumbledore, and the two elderly witches sitting in the back row stood up and waved, seemingly loyal fans of his.

The noise in the hall is over, and the medals are finally about to be issued.

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