The day passed like this, the sun set quickly, and the time came for night.

Life in Hogwarts remained peaceful, and the Ministry of Magic did not appear to be affected.

However, its upper echelons are about to usher in a turmoil.

Fudge didn't return to the Ministry of Magic through the unskilled Shapeshifter, he first returned to his neighborhood through the Shapeshifter, and then changed into loose-fitting civilian clothes and made his way to Diagon Alley through the fireplace.

He then made his way to Wales through Diagon Alley, and after several rounds, almost a circle around the wizarding quarters of England, he arrived in Wiltshire, where Malfoy lived.

Of course, this is not because of how good his relationship is with Lucius Malfoy, in fact, as Minister of Magic, he must not get too close to the former 'criminal'.

Even though Malfoy made a lot of money on the surface and exchanged gifts and letters in private, Fudge never considered Lucius his own.

He is just using the family with a rich family background and history, and using its financial resources to lay a foundation for himself.

It's just that even now, with an indelible 'stain', the Malfoy family is not allowed to let him pick wool at will.

While he was using Malfoy's wealth, Malfoy was also using his power as a 'friend'.

For example, what has happened in the last few months......

Pondering the cause and effect along the way, Fudge's mind as a politician is not as full of fat as he appears to be.

And his standard politician's mind was quick to give the answer.

"Lucius, I think you owe me an explanation."

After easily seeing the still elegant nobleman, Fudge said coldly.

"I'd love to know where you got all that news."

At the beginning, Fudge's explanation was that he had received a report, but this kind of thing could only be used to deceive the unsuspecting public.

The people of the wizarding world are generally not good at thinking, and as long as a certain amount of information is released, they will easily fall into the trap of preset logic.

However, if you think about it a little bit, you can see that the Ministry of Magic is moving too fast.

Almost a few days after the incident in Hogwarts, and while the news was still blocked, the Ministry of Magic came to the door like an unpredictable prophet, which is problematic no matter how you look at it.

In fact, the source of the message was Mr. Malfoy.

"I'm helpless, Connelly."

Also prepared for this, Lucius shook his head.

"Peter Pettigrew came to my door out of the blue, and I welcomed him as a hero, but he threatened me with my child's safety and asked me to do something for him......"

"So you're in league with him?"

"No, of course not."

Seeing that Fudge was about to start buttoning his hat, Lucius quickly denied it.

There's no way he's going to let that happen, and he's not going to have anything to do with it.

"Actually, I don't know exactly what happened......"

"No kidding, Lucius."

Fudge quickly interrupted Lucius's defense.

"The Ministry of Magic has investigated Hogwarts' possession of fire dragons, and it has also investigated Hogsmeade...... Today, the Enforcement Division has some evidence to prove that you have something to do with it. ”

It was a clear threat and intimidation, but Lucius was not flustered.

At the moment, he just frowned at himself:

"I ...... Relate? Maybe. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Lucius's puzzled look caught Fudge off guard, and he couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know."

Lucius spoke slowly.

"Actually, I feel as if my memory has taken over, maybe Pediru did force me to do something, but he later erased my memory."

Fudge's eyes widened, he wanted to say something, but Lucius wouldn't give Mr. Minister another chance to continue to coerce him.

But that doesn't mean they have to go the other way.

"But no matter what happens, I'm willing to make amends, Mr. Minister."

He quietly changed his name.

He couldn't know more about someone like Fudge.

used to call names, it was because they wanted to get closer to each other, hinting at the cooperation between the two parties.

And when it comes to something important, it is natural to end up with the identity and status of the other party.

Fudge was evidently very impressed by this, and the coldness on his countenance quickly fell silent, and his expression eased.

"What do you want to say?"

"I have heard that our Ministry of Magic has won the right to host the next Quidditch World Cup, and I am willing to anonymously donate 100,000 Galleons to the Ministry of Magic to fund the World Cup."

Hearing Lucius's generous numbers, Fudge couldn't help but bite his tongue.

He was almost about to say yes directly, but reason still made him choose to refuse.

"There's nothing anonymous about donations."

After reaching out and lowering his hat, he said coldly.

"You can donate in the name of your family, as for those things about Peter Pettigrew, the Ministry of Magic is still investigating, if you really have nothing to do with this matter, our law enforcement department will definitely return your innocence."

After saying this, Fudge couldn't help but look around.

The spacious and luxurious hall is characterized by a variety of ornaments that can be called antiques.

Malfoy, a famous family.

Perhaps because of the wrong side of the team and the wrong supporters, this ancient family is a little more cold and depressed than before, but it has a rich heritage that is enough to make people warm - just like the Black family, which has no heir on the surface.

"From the side of acquaintances and friends, I don't want you to be on the side of the entire Ministry of Magic, Lucius."

After saying this in the tone of an old friend, Fudge turned and left.

And looking at his back, Lucius also restrained the smile on his face that was only polite.

"One hundred thousand Galleons, ......"

Even if they have a rich family, it is not easy to get the money out.

However, the Quidditch World Cup is another great way to raise your reputation and to some extent help others to forget their family's past.

"But is that enough?"

Just as Lucius was thinking, his wife's voice came from behind him.

Narcissa Malfoy.

Her voice was crisp and cold, and there was an arrogant beauty in her demeanor, but it could not hide the worry in her voice.

"According to Fudge, isn't the Ministry of Magic already tracking your whereabouts?"

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but frown.

"What's more, you didn't ask Fudge to make any contracts...... Even if it's not an 'unbreakable oath', there's no other contractual guarantee, is that really okay? ”