At the end of February, on a cold spring season, Rita Skeeter published an article in the Daily Prophet:

[Barty Crouch escaped from prison in Azkaban?] Secretary Fudge's big mistake! 】

As soon as this article appeared, it was like a depth charge, instantly detonating the entire wizarding world.

What is Azkaban?

Britain's Wizarding Prison!

It has been in operation for almost 300 years since the 18th century, and there has never been a prisoner escape.

Even Peter Pettigrew, who made a lot of noise the year before last, only escaped on the way to Azkaban, not from inside the prison!

Today, this prison, which is known as the "fortress of iron walls", has escaped from prison, which naturally caused an immediate uproar.

You must know that if one prisoner can escape, there will be a second and third escapee.

And Azkaban is holding countless criminals, including countless vicious Death Eaters, and what a horror it will be if they all escape!

The fugitive Crouch, who was once the director of the Department of International Cooperation, has also aroused suspicion among the public.

Could it be that high-ranking officials like them in the Ministry of Magic actually knew about Azkaban's security breach, so they were able to escape smoothly?

One thing in particular was also noted that Crouch escaped from prison in January and only broke out at the end of February...... What about this time in between?

The Ministry of Magic neither wanted Crouch nor informed the public about it, choosing instead to hide the truth.

It's like a tiger escaping from the zoo, but the zoo doesn't make a statement, putting the public in an unknown danger...... This kind of behavior undoubtedly makes everyone angry.

As a result, throughout March, under the guidance of Rita Skeeter, major reporters and news writers have angrily denounced the Ministry of Magic's inaction and opacity, pointing the finger at Fudge.

Fudge was so busy and anxious that his mouth was full of froths, but the more he did, the more he liked to read the newspaper and read the criticisms of him.

"After the escape of Peter Pettigrew and the attack on the Quidditch World Cup, there has been another prison break in just half a year, and we have to question the level of governance of Minister Fudge.

Now it seems how ridiculous the phrase 'After the retirement of Minister Millicent Bagno, the Ministry of Magic officially entered the age of Fudge'!

The Ministry of Magic must now break through the shackles of the tight bureaucracy, and it's time to open the windows, get some fresh air, get rid of all the red tape, and reinvigorate this creaking old bureaucratic machine......"

"What does fresh air mean, is it a new minister? Who wrote this? Yes...... Naturally, it's her...... Rita Skeeter. ”

Fudge gritted his teeth and pronounced the name, then threw the cup out in his hand in anger, and the cup slammed against the wall, and it fell apart.

Bang bang bang!

With a knock on the door, Fudge said impatiently, "Come in." ”

Umbridge pushed it open, locking the door behind her, then waving her wand to restore the broken cup, then walked over to Fudge and whispered:

"Mr. Minister, what's wrong with making you so angry?"

"What else?" Fudge leaned back in his chair wearily and sighed:

"Rita Skeeter, that dead woman, wrote another article scolding me and hinted at letting me step down."

"I've already sent a lot of Aurors and Dementors out to capture Crouch, what else does she want, is it interesting to be entangled like this?!"

"yes, you've done so many great things, and Skeeter doesn't report it, so why do you have to pick it up? It can be seen that the intentions are ill-intentioned! ”

Umbridge said, naturally walking over to Fudge and rubbing his temples to relax him.

"Did the Aurors find Skeeter?" Fudge asked.

"Not yet." Umbridge shook her head, "When the Aurors arrived at her house, it was empty, and she must have other safe houses in England." ”

"This cunning woman." Fudge snorted coldly, "You must find her, teach her a lesson, and make her change her mind." ”

"She preaches something in the newspaper all day about 'transparent magic', these two words, inherently contradictory, can be transparent or there can be a ministry of magic, but there is no 'transparent ministry of magic'!"

She also said that the public has the right to know more about what is happening...... "No, the public only has the right to ignorance." ”

Fudge scolded Rita angrily for more than ten minutes, then he picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, moistened his dry throat, and continued to ask:

"Any good news?"

"Well, look at the report." Umbridge handed over a newspaper.

Fudge took the newspaper and was immediately happy, and the article in the newspaper was not scolding him, but praising him.

"Mr. Fudge has been a good minister since he became Minister of Magic, and he has been a good minister for his leadership and efforts to improve people's lives.

His greatness needs no more to say...... Mr. Fudge deserves a Merlin Medal......"

This was a blow to Fudge's heart, and he had long wanted to get a medal.

He savored the report again and again, and said with a smile:

"It's really well written, this journalist named Jacob, I don't know how high it is compared to Rita Skeeter's level of business."

"Jacob's articles will be shown to me as soon as possible, you know?"

"Yes, Mr. Minister." Umbridge smiled sweetly.

Fudge put down the newspaper and said with a cold look in his eyes:

"This wave of politics is surging, and I always feel that there are people behind me who are manipulating public opinion."

"Tell the Auror office to catch Crouch before Easter and put an end to this farce."

"I see, Mr. Minister."

Fudge said with a cold look in his eyes, "When I catch Barty, I'll ask the Dementors to give him a passionate kiss." ”

Fudge clenched the cup tightly, and he was so excited that the teacup in his hand shook, and water spilled on his lower half.

Umbridge hurriedly bent over, lay on Fudge's lap, and used his sleeve to help him wipe the tea.

"Dolores, wipe with paper!"

Fudge pulled toilet paper from the table and handed it to Umbridge, who took it and wiped it on his lap again.

In the distance, on the window, stood a small green beetle, holding an ultra-small mini camera in her hand, and filmed the scene.

However, from the beetle's point of view, it was more like Umbridge leaning over Fudge's lap and taking the tissue Fudge brought after a moment......

As for what is rubbed...... That AV quality, who can see clearly!

But it's right to see clearly, she even thought of the headline in the future:

[Fudge: Dolores, don't use your mouth, wipe it with paper!] 】

……

……