For the next few days, Calvin spent the next few days traveling between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic.

Although Andomeda was Sirius's complainant, her main task was to sign the petition, and Calvin did the main job.

In the past few days, the most noticeable change is that every time Calvin came to the Ministry of Magic, the little girl who had been following him was gone, replaced by a taciturn black wizard with golden earrings.

"Hmph, Dumbledore." Calvin smiled and shook his head.

Reopening the appeal was a tedious task, and even if Calvin had every petition passed the first time, he would have to take a day off the day before the trial to make sure everything was done.

By the time Calvin was about to leave, it was past nine o'clock in the evening, and to his surprise, Fudge was still in the office and hadn't connected with his senior assistant.

"Oh, Minister Fudge, I didn't expect you to stay and work overtime." Calvin said with a slight surprise.

Fudge took off his glasses and glanced up at Calvin, "As Minister of Magic, I'm often troubled by some problems, and it's not uncommon to work overtime. ”

"You've come just in time, Calvin. I have some questions I'd like to hear from you. Fudge stretched, picked up his coffee cup and took a sip.

Calvin gladly walked into the office and sat across from Fudge, glad that Fudge had a question for him.

"Willing to help, what is it that bothers you, Connelly?"

"It's not because of Crouch," Fudge rubbed his sour eyes, "he's about to go to prison, and the position of director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation is going to be vacant." ”

"This position is not big, but it is not small. When you care about it, it's useless; If you don't care about it, it will get you into big trouble from time to time. Alas, it's not easy. ”

"Chicken ribs." Calvin said softly.

"What?" Fudge didn't understand what Calvin meant.

"A proverb in the Far East," Calvin explained, "is useless to describe a thing, but one is reluctant to throw it away." ”

"Chicken ribs, chicken ribs," Fudge repeated the word twice, "haha, that's true, chicken ribs don't taste meaty, and it's just reluctant to throw them away, which is interesting." This International Magic Cooperation Division is really a chicken rib. ”

"So do you have any suggestions?" Fudge crossed his hands under his nose, "Who do you think is the right thing to do?" ”

Calvin thought for a moment and said, "Then let me give you my opinion, Amelia Bones." ”

"Bones," Fudge frowned slightly, "she's doing quite well in the Legal Enforcement Division, and her abilities are also excellent, so it's not appropriate to be transferred to the Cooperation Division." ”

"Connelly, you can't think like that," Calvin shook his head slightly, "Honestly, she's the one who poses the biggest threat to your position as minister right now. The most important thing is that she is not your person. ”

"Amelia Bones was a pure-blood, but joined Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix during the Wizarding Wars. Do you think she'll listen to you? Just throw her to the International Magical Cooperation Division. ”

"Well, that's true, Bones is the one with the best chance of taking over my class." Fudge looked for Bones' resume and began researching it, "But what reason did I use to transfer her?" Bones is a man who rarely makes mistakes. ”

Calvin smiled, "It's not easy, little Barty escaped from prison for nine years without being discovered, shouldn't she, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, be responsible for this?" ”

"Ah, haha, you're right, Calvin." Fudge slapped his thigh and picked up a quill pen to write Amelia Bones' name on parchment.

"Then Bones has been transferred, who will be the director of this magical law enforcement department?" Fudge asked, continuing to look at Calvin.

Calvin said without thinking, "Just promote Rufus Scrimgeur." ”

"Why?"

"He's got Batty and his son, and he's got the right qualifications, and he's obsessed with power, and if you tempt him as a deputy minister, he'll bow down to you.

Crucially, he holds the Aurors, and if you want to stay in the position of Minister of Magic, you must enlist his support. ”

"That makes sense," Fudge praised one after another, "that the power of the Aurors cannot be given to anyone else. ”

Fudge wrote Rufus Scrimgeur's name on parchment.

"But the position of the head of the Auror Office is just as important, and the choice of the person must be carefully chosen. Calvin, what do you think? Fudge asked, poking his pen on the table.

"Connelly, what do you think?" Calvin didn't answer Fudge's question directly this time and kicked the ball back.

"My thoughts," Fudge said, frowning, "I don't know much about the people down there. If it really doesn't work, let Arthur do it, or promote Kingsley. ”

Arthur, Calvin knew him, the father of all the Weasleys in Hogwarts. But Kingsley Calvin didn't know him.

"I'm sorry, Connelly, but who is this Kingsley." Calvin asked.

"Oh, Kingsley," Fudge said, "Kingsley Shackle, who used to be my personal Auror. is a tall black wizard with a golden earring. ”

Oh, it was him.

Calvin instantly knew who Fudge was talking about, the wizard who had taken over Tonks to spy on him these days.

"Well, Connelly," Calvin said with a smile, "these two are Dumbledore's men. ”

"Won't it?" Fudge's brow furrowed, he was a little unsure, if Calvin was telling the truth, then Dumbledore's infiltration of the Ministry of Magic was too deep.

"Tsk, well-then," Fudge chose to trust Calvin's intel for the time being, "and do you have any recommendations?" ”

"The Auror Office—" Calvin thought for a long time before finally speaking, "Anderson Maguire." He made a great contribution in the interrogation of the Barty father and son this time. ”

"Anderson Maguire," Fudge struggled to recall the name, "he seems to have worked in the Aurors' office for a long time, and I remember him being very good at making potions. ”

"More than that, Connelly. Maguire was born in a half-blood, but he was not afraid of offending a pure-blood family, and he had some ability, but he was not up to the level that Dumbledore looked up to.

In general, he has no backers, and if you promote him to the head of the Auror Office, he will voluntarily pledge his allegiance to you.

Over the next few years, you'll be able to easily master this power by continuing to stuff some unsupported wizards into the Aurors. ”

Fudge smiled with satisfaction, "Calvin, I think what you're saying makes a lot of sense. ”