After a long time, Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead before he said excitedly, "Calvin, this is really... It's a big surprise, but it's also a big hassle..."

"I think the Ministry of Magic will have a lot of revenue in the near future."

Calvin put down the teacup in his hand and said solemnly, "Cornelius, I want to remind you..."

"I know, I know," Fudge interrupted Calvin as he rubbed his hands slowly, "this... Phil, I'm not going to fire him, but the fine has to be paid. As for McMillan and Travers, they prayed they wouldn't be squatting in Azkaban for too long. ”

Calvin was a little displeased, he didn't like to be interrupted, so he raised his voice slightly, "Secretary Fudge, I'm going to say, Barty Crouch. What are you going to do with him. ”

"Barty," said Fudge, deflated at the name, frowning, "according to Rozier, Barty should not know about this, just let him spit out some Galleons." ”

Calvin sneered in his heart, knowing that you would be like this.

"Connelly, is it really okay to let Crouch go?" Calvin leaned forward, closing in on Fudge.

"What can I do," Fudge muttered, "he's almost the head of the pure-blood family in the Ministry of Magic." If it weren't for his son's business, would it be my turn to be the minister? ”

"Well," Calvin picked up the crystal ball on the table, and played with it, "but I see the way you just looked, you trained Crouch like a quail, as if you didn't care who he was." ”

"It's different, Calvin, it's different," Fudge was a little helpless, "I can be angry with Crouch personally, but I can't fight the entire pureblood, and there needs to be balance within the Ministry of Magic." ”

"Connelly, you'd better have a clear understanding of yourself," Calvin said lightly, "can you really get the balance within the Ministry of Magic?" Balance is not the best peace, one family dominates..."

"That's enough, Capet," Fudge interrupted Calvin rudely this time, "you're just a senior advisor and don't have the authority to direct me on what to do. ”

"I'm grateful to you for the corruption at Stonehenge, and the Ministry of Magic will thank you, but that's all."

Calvin sighed slightly, he didn't expect Fudge to be such a cowardly and conceited, stubborn and stupid person. He reached out and grabbed the farm manor that pulled Fudge into the world in the painting.

"Capet, what are you doing?" After experiencing the panic, Fudge quickly calmed down and questioned Calvin, who was sitting across from him.

"To be on the safe side, Secretary Fudge," Calvin explained, "Connelly, you don't really think that Crouch is no threat to you. ”

Fudge looked impatient, "Of course he doesn't threaten me, his son is a Death Eater. ”

"Calvin, what the hell are you trying to say?"

"Fudge!" Calvin shouted, "You are so naïve, do you really think that purebloods, the Holy Twenty-Eight are your allies in the Ministry of Magic, half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards are your loyal subordinates, and Dumbledore is your reliable foreign support?" ”

"Isn't it? I have the confidence to control the balance in the ministry. ”

"No kidding, Fudge," Calvin said coldly, "you strike a balance between the three parties, and the most likely consequence is to be crushed by all three parties. At least pure-bloods don't trust you completely. ”

Fudge immediately stood up and retorted, "No way, I have a good relationship with many pure-blood families. ”

"Don't lie to yourself, Fudge," Calvin laughed, "you're not who they think you are. Your ability to become Minister of Magic is only the result of a compromise, and the old antiques are still Crouch. ”

"No, it's not so," Fudge waved his arms excitedly, stubbornly like a bison, "they support me and are willing to donate money for me, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle... And Crouch his son is a Death Eater! ”

Calvin shook his head slightly, "No kidding, Fudge. They're just paying off their debts for a big gamble from before. They don't care about you, they just want to clear their identity so that they don't fall behind when the next round of struggle comes. ”

"Look at this, Connelly."

The crystal ball in Calvin's hand reappears, this time in a small hotel, and a woman's face appears in the crystal ball.

"This is Jorkins, Bertha Jorkins," Fudge was a little puzzled, "what's wrong with her?" ”

Soon, Fudge heard Bertha's testimony, "I saw Barty Crouch Jr.," and "Because of this, Barty Crouch cast the Charm of Forgetfulness on me." ”

"Barty Crouch Jr.?" Fudge only felt creepy and vehemently denied it, "No, it can't be, this woman is crazy, Calvin." You can't trust her. ”

"I went to the Crouch family cemetery and opened Jane Crouch's grave, empty." Calvin said this softly, as if a hand was holding down a vibrating gong and drum, quieting Fudge.

Fudge fell into a deathly silence.

Calvin propped his body with his hands, leaned over to look at Fudge, and continued, "Connelly, guess this, those pure-blood family antiques don't know about it. ”

"They... This... Illegal... Azkaban. Fudge couldn't speak a complete sentence anymore.

"Connelly, in the eyes of those old things, blood is more important than anything else, and without their blood you are not theirs; A prisoner, even a Death Eater, would go to great lengths to get him out as long as he was related by blood. ”

"Think about it, those good friends of yours, huh? For example, did Malfoy ask to visit Azkaban after donating money? Those of his relatives, like Bellatrix, Amicus, these Death Eaters are often seen in Azkaban, right? Calvin continued to bewitch.

"Even, there are quite a few Death Eaters out there right now, you know. You're just for... Balance, that's what I say. ”

"No ......" Fudge turned pale and shook his head frantically, denying everything.

"Calvin, you're going to have to help me," Fudge grabbed Calvin's sleeve for a moment, "No, not for me, it's for the entire British wizarding community, you know, those fanatical purebloods, they're crazy." ”

"Mr. Capet, I will definitely support you in what you want to do! I know you're awesome, you can't let those pure-blood lunatics take control of the Ministry of Magic, do you know how hard I've worked to protect the peace today? Fudge pleaded.

Calvin smiled with satisfaction, "Don't worry, Connelly, of course I'll help you, you're my friend." ”