Fudge, who was walking towards Romong's quarters, suddenly stopped, picked up the wand pinned to his waist in his right hand, and stared warily at a raven 12 yards ahead, watching as the raven turned into a human form. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Raven Teach?"

The hooked nose shrank upward, and Titch's eyebrows were almost twisted together, and he glanced at Fudge and said lightly.

"Put down the gift in your hand. ”

"Aha?"

Fudge thought about a lot of possible sentences, but the other person seemed to say something he didn't think of as an opening sentence.

"I say, put down the gift in your hand!"

The tone was a little heavier, and Titch thought for a moment and added.

"I don't want the gift you are going to give to your master to be ruined like this, after all, it also represents respect for the master. ”

Although he didn't know what Titch meant, Fudge obediently put the gift aside with his mission.

When he returned to his place, he was about to speak, when he saw a spell hit him......

Twenty minutes later, Tidge, whose wizard's robe was somewhat torn, walked in front with a smile on his face, and Fudge, dressed in beggar's clothes, followed him with a confused expression, still holding the well-preserved gift box in his hand.

Lily looked at the two of them and leaned back with laughter, wanting to care about the embarrassment of the two of them, especially Fudge, but she couldn't stop, so she had to run into the house while laughing under the pretext of making tea.

"Dear Mr. Eric, it's a pleasure to meet you, I saw in a shop that these 'multi-flavored leprechaun biscuits' taste very good, you can try them at afternoon tea. ”

Fudge said with a respectful face and a very low posture, as if he didn't care about his image at all, and seemed to forget that he was from the Ministry of Magic, a wizard from the Ministry of Magic with a mission.

Titch had already made him realize the disparity in strength, and for Romon who could subdue Titch, Fudge felt that he didn't need to keep trying.

"The Ministry of Magic sent you? well, by the way, what should I call you......"

Romon on the recliner stretched out a hand and pointed at Fudge and asked, the gift box had been taken by Titch and set aside.

"Cornelius Fudge, Mr. Eric just called me Fudge, everybody called me that. ”

Fudge rubbed his palms and said with a smile on his face.

"Tsk, originally I wanted Titch to cripple the people sent by the Ministry of Magic, and then let the Ministry of Magic deal with it itself, but I didn't expect you to be so good. ”

Romon sat up, his pale blue eyes staring at Fudge, making the small, stout man feel a great deal of pressure.

"Then I won't make such a false thing, you can just convey it directly after you go back. ”

"I won't accept any mission from the Ministry of Magic, if there's anything you need, ask Dumbledore to write to me, and I'll kill one of these pieces of garbage from the Ministry of Magic!"

The muscles on Fudge's face shook inadvertently, and from such a close distance to Romone, he could clearly feel the murderous aura on Romone's body.

"I've got my own business, and the thing I hate most is being disturbed, and I hope the Ministry of Magic will keep that in mind. ”

Romon didn't care about Fudge's reaction at all, sneered, and directly said his opinion.

"As for the Ministry of Magic's salary or welfare powers, I don't want any. In the same way, the so-called Ministry of Magic rules, or wizarding international law, as long as the wizards who are going to come and punish me write a suicide note, they can come over to their heart's content......"

"Boom Boom Boom Guy ......"

Fudge's whole body tingled with a low laugh, and his heart couldn't wait to get out of here, but his feet stood there as if they had roots.

Finally, Fudge, who seemed to think that it had been a long time, did not hear any more laughter, and when he looked up, he saw that Romon had fallen back on the chaise longue again, and a clear voice came to his ears, but it was Tickie's somewhat hoarse voice.

"Go back and deliver your mission, Fudge. ”

"There is no need to hide anything, the Ministry of Magic has never been able to control the heads of the strong, just as the Minister of Magic can never take all the wizards of the Ministry of Magic to face the 'mysterious man', and my master is obviously the strong. ”

After muttering Titch's words, Fudge glanced back at Romon who seemed to be asleep, then withdrew his gaze and hurried away.

Romon seemed to be asleep an hour later, rubbing his eyes and sitting up from the chaise longue, lifting the blanket draped over his body, coming to Lily, who was sitting next to him, and picking up a 'multi-flavored leprechaun biscuit' from the gift box that had been opened by Lily.

"It would taste good with a little milk, and that Fudge is gone?I've dealt with him a few times before when I was at the Ministry of Magic, and he's a pretty good guy......"

Stuffing the milk-soaked biscuit into his mouth and throwing it to the grass in an instant, the elf biscuit with two small feet quickly fled behind a tree.

"Damn, it's peppery ......"

Speaking of this, Romon couldn't help but take another sip, looking at the grinning Lily, Romon unceremoniously pinched his silky face.

"It's time to pack up and we'll be back to London tomorrow. ”

With a gentle wave of Romon's hand, Lily grabbed a handful of goblin cookies and trotted into the house.

Lily didn't know what kind of attitude she should have when she returned to London......

After Cornelius Fudge returned to the Ministry of Magic, he went directly to Misson Barnes, who was on official business, and bowed his head after conveying Romon's exact words, and on the way back he had anticipated how angry Misson Barnes would be after hearing these news.

It's just that to Fudge's surprise, he waited for a long time, but he didn't hear the sound of Misson Barnes getting angry, and secretly glanced up, and found that although Misson Barnes was trembling all over his body and his fat lips were trembling, Misson Barnes and Nobles did not vent his anger.

After a long time, Misson Barnes and Noble, who took a long breath, waved his hand weakly, signaling that Fudge could go out, and the moment the door closed, Fudge clearly saw that Misson Barnes was pulling out a form from a drawer......

Fudge, who turned back to his place of work, involuntarily remembered what Titch had said.

"The Ministry of Magic has never been able to control the heads of the strong, just as the Minister of Magic can never take all the wizards of the Ministry of Magic to face the 'mystery man', and my master is obviously the strong. ”

"Maybe only an existence like Dumbledore or the 'mystery man' doesn't have the troubles of ordinary wizards like us......"

Muttering, Fudge re-tied himself into unfinished business as if he had never been on a trip to Bristol.