"Minister Fudge, is there anything going on at this late hour?" Dumbledore's face remained unchanged, and he spoke to Fudge in a gentle voice, as if he didn't know that Fudge was being controlled. |top|point|novel

Naturally, Dumbledore wouldn't let anyone know that the Minister of Magic was just a marionette. The person who controls him is still a professor at Hogwarts.

"I'd like to ask Professor Madara to come over, I don't know about his office and bedroom." Fudge laughed.

Blake's eyes widened, and Fudge was not too polite. However, Blake thought of Madara's power and understood it a little.

"You wait a moment, I'll send Blake away first." Dumbledore sprinkled Floo powder in the fireplace and nodded to Blake beside him.

Blake was eager to know what was going on, but Dumbledore clearly didn't want him to know. Blake said goodbye to the two of them, burrowed into the fireplace, and vanished.

"Minister Fudge, do you want to wait here for Professor Madara, or do we go find him together?" Dumbledore turned, a gleam in his eyes.

"I'll go with you!" Fudge said flatly.

Dumbledore stopped talking, came to the door, and pushed open the bronze door. Fudge followed, and as soon as they walked out of the headmaster's room, the door to the back was closed.

The two walked down the dark staircase and through the hallway, neither of them speaking. Dumbledore's eyes flickered, and he guessed in his heart that he naturally knew that Fudge would definitely not say anything about Madara, so he didn't ask.

In an office, the wooden clone is half-lying on a chaise longue he has just made, drinking coffee and flipping through the newspaper.

While! While!

There was a knock on the door, and the wooden clone glanced at it. Frowning slightly, "Come in!" ”

Dumbledore and Fudge walked into Madara's office one after the other.

"Master!" Fudge hurriedly stepped forward and bowed down to say hello.

"Where's your real body?" Dumbledore looked at the wooden clone. whispered.

Fudge looked at the wooden clone in surprise, he had no idea what was wrong with this spot. After all, his level of power did not reach Dumbledore's.

"Looks like the body can't sleep." A wicked smile appeared at the corner of the wooden clone's mouth, and the space in front of him began to distort, and a tall figure appeared in a transparent vortex.

Madara appeared in the middle of the house in black pajamas, and when he saw Fudge on the side, his eyebrows raised. "What's wrong?"

"Master?" Fudge looked at Madara and then at the wooden clone, completely confused.

"You didn't go back to the bedroom." Dumbledore smiled. Naturally, I understand who lives in Madara's bedroom.

"We're getting a bedroom right tomorrow." The wooden clone said unquestionably.

"Say it!" Madara glanced at the wooden clone, sat down on a chair next to him, and took a sip of the coffee on the table.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, Madara's reaction was somewhat unexpected. He didn't let himself go. There is only one reason. I'm afraid he understands what's going on.

"Master......" Fudge looked at Dumbledore, and stopped talking.

"Don't you need me to avoid it." Dumbledore laughed.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up." The black and white eyes instantly turned scarlet, and the three black magatama slowly turned.

"Yes!" Fudge's body trembled, and he hurriedly told everything that had just happened, without hiding a single thing, including his last domineering words.

Madara and the wood clone glanced at each other, and they both saw the smile in their eyes. They had already guessed it. Sure enough, the Yankees didn't give up so easily, and now they have come to the door.

Only Dumbledore was most surprised here. He was completely stunned, staring at Madara in a daze. I feel that Madara Uchiha's ability to cause trouble is too powerful, and now not only the divine realm is hostile to him, but the entire United States is his enemy.

And when Fudge said those thoughtless words, Dumbledore could foresee that soon the Western Muggle and wizarding worlds would all become enemies, and they would be on opposite sides of the world.

Dumbledore didn't know whether to cry or not, but his heart was like 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping by. Hogwarts, which has always been a symbol of justice, has now become an enemy of the people.

"Well done!" The wooden clone complimented Fudge.

"Thank you hosts! This is what I should have done, he dared to insult his master. Fudge said flatteredly.

"Madara, it's a little too much!" Dumbledore sighed lightly, Madara really didn't become the Dark Lord, because he was now the enemy of the world, and what he did was enough to blow up the Dark Lord.

"I'm feeling good, can I refill the glass?" Madara smiled disappreciatively, drank the coffee in his cup, and smiled at the wooden clone.

"If you want to drink yourself, go to the house-elf, the little fairy eats the food of thirty people at a time, and now the house-elves regard us as their gods, but if they ask for something, they will follow it." The wooden clone laughed.

"The house-elves are really good cooks, I think about whether to bring a few when I leave, the fairy's mouth is all raised by them." Madara puts down the coffee cup.

"Forget it, as long as the portion is enough, she eats anything delicious, and I don't see anything she doesn't eat." The wooden clone laughed.

Dumbledore looked at Madara and the wood clone talking and laughing, not taking Fudge's words to heart. Dumbledore sighed in his heart, Madara's power can indeed fight against the whole world, but he can't let this happen.

Between the gods, he can't control it, but he must not let Madara ruin this world, which is the main reason why he has always accommodated Madara.

"Madara, what are you going to do with things in the United States?" Dumbledore whispered.

"It's better to kill them all, maybe the World Peace Organization should give us a trophy, we can solve the problem of the food crisis." The wooden clone laughed.

"Madara!" Dumbledore stared at Spotted with a burning eye.

"What do you think I should do?" Madara asked nonchalantly.

"You should know the role of the Philosopher's Stone, I know you have a lot of Philosopher's Stone, you can use them to turn the stone into gold, and then let Fudge take the gold to the British Prime Minister, and use some special methods to convince them that they still have some friends in the United States, and I will solve the matter of the Wizarding Association." Dumbledore's tone was sincere, and he really gave advice to Madara, even using Yin Damage moves.

It is estimated that the outside world knows that the greatest white wizard, helping someone who is more like a dark wizard than a dark wizard, will they die of a heart attack.

Dumbledore knew that Madara couldn't hand over the mothership, but he could buy it with money. Dumbledore knew that the number of magic stones in Madara's hand should be quite large, which was equivalent to an inexhaustible supply of gold.

What can be solved with money is the simplest thing. Of course, if you don't have money, it's also the hardest thing to do.

"I'm glad you say that, but I can't disappoint my servant, for I agree with what he said." Madara laughed.

"Master!" Fudge looked excited, and he finally didn't say it in vain.

"Madara, you're already at war with the gods, and you don't have the energy to go to war with the United States." Dumbledore sighed.

"What is crushed by a finger is not worthy of my war." Spotty-eyed and his face drooped, the affairs of the United States and Britain do have to be resolved, but he is about to start a full-scale war with the gods, and his strength must be preserved, and he has no energy to play the game of the two countries.

"If we need to, we can raze America to the ground in an hour, of course it's for more entertainment, otherwise it's shorter." The wooden clone laughed.

Hearing that Madara and Timber's clone would win, Dumbledore's heart sank to the bottom of the lake, and he knew that Madara was absolutely serious.

"Whatever you think, I understand, I have experienced wars, definitely more than your age, so the world war will not happen, I promise that tomorrow you get up, the sun will rise in this world, people will still fight for life and dreams, enjoy all kinds of painful life, but at least they are still alive." Madara said softly.

"Is it better to die than to live!" The wooden clone laughed.

"Humph!" Madara smiled too.

"You're going to control the United States and the United Kingdom......" Dumbledore looked deeply at Madara, fully understanding what Madara meant.

"Actually, I would rather use some interesting means, such as making the end of the world come early." As soon as the wooden clone finished speaking, he saw a strange gaze and Dumbledore's strange light.

"Look at what I'm doing, don't tell me you didn't think so, we're not in a normal mind! How can there be normal people's thoughts! The wooden clone pouted.

"You stay here! If the gods come, you know what to do. Madara got up and pressed the wooden clone's shoulder, transmitting more chakra to him.

"Got it! Who made me your doppelganger! The wooden clone sighed.

"Fudge, you and I go to the Ministry of Magic, I'm sure you should have a portkey." Madara turned his gaze to Fudge.

"Absolutely!" Fudge nodded.

The wooden clone raised his eyebrows, he knew that Madara had a wooden clone in the United States, and apparently Madara went to the Ministry of Magic, not just for the portkey.

"Borrow your Floo powder." Madara walked towards the door, passing by Dumbledore staring at him, and said flatly.

Dumbledore was silent, looked up at the wooden clone who was smiling at him, sighed, and followed Madara and Fudge out of the office.

Madara, along with Fudge and Dumbledore, return to the Headmaster's office. Phoenix Fawkes was still napping on the shelf, and everything remained the same.

"Can it be faster? I'm going to get back some sleep. Madara saw Dumbledore standing still, and said nonchalantly.

"Madara, you're just controlling them temporarily, and when you leave the world, they'll regain their memories, right?" Dumbledore sighed.

"Thanks for the reminder, you didn't say that I forgot, I erased some of their memories by the way, of course they won't become fools, otherwise I wouldn't have to go." Madara laughed.

"......" Dumbledore said no more, and took out the Floo powder in the drawer, he knew that this was the best ending.

Madara has already given him a lot of face, otherwise Madara really wants to destroy several big countries in the West, and he can't stop it.

In a sense, Madara has become the king of the world.

A green flame rose from the fireplace, and Fudge stepped into the fireplace first, pronouncing the name of the place aloud. With a whoosh, it disappeared into the fireplace.

"The Minister's Office of the Ministry of Magic!" Madara walked into the fireplace, and this was the first time he had used the Floo Net, only to feel that his body was sucked into a whirlpool. (To be continued......)

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