"I apologize to you!" Fudge spoke, roaring loudly.

Harry shook his head, "Connelly, your apology is worthless. ”

Fudge stared at Harry incredulously.

He is the Minister of Magic of Great Britain, how can he be worthless.

"Sit down, I've got other things to say to you when I'm done that night." With a wave of his wand, Harry flew across the bench in front of him, stepped over his head, landed behind him with a thud, and slammed into his knee.

Fudge softened and sat down uncontrollably.

This made his blood pressure several points higher, and he took a deep breath: "Mr. Potter, what else is the matter with you?" ”

He leaned on the table and got back to his feet.

Harry didn't speak, just waved his wand and pointed to his chest, and the pinned badge flew away, Fudge scrambled to catch it, but in contrast to his clumsy movements, the badge seemed more cunning than the Golden Snitch, snapping into his face.

"Potter!" Fudge was even angrier.

Dumbledore couldn't blame, he could see that Harry didn't mean to tease Fudge, but. This dead fat man is not angry, who can blame him?

"Look at the text on it." Harry whispered.

Fudge muttered the words in a whisper, "Harry Potter." ”

"On trial, on collection."

After pronouncing the last word, he was stunned for a moment, took a deep breath, and repeated it: "Debt collection? ”

"What debt collection?"

Harry tilted his head to look at him, "It seems that a month ago, the Legnack Blacksmith Shop, those officials from the Ministry of Magic, didn't report my matter to you?" ”

Fudge remembered this reminder, and he suddenly realized and nodded heavily: "You mean this."

Harry nodded.

Fudge cleared his throat and tilted his head: "We haven't caught the wanted Legnac yet, so this part"

"As far as I know, Legnak fled with only a hammer." Harry interrupted him, "The ledger and the income are all in your hands. ”

Fudge was right: "But Legnak hasn't been apprehended yet, and everything related to it has to be sealed and safekept, including the income from the blacksmith's shop." ”

"Including my part, not the Ministry's share of dividends?" Harry asked.

Fudge nodded, and when he said this, he said, "No, that's not your part, it's not the Ministry of Magic's part, that's the income of Legnark's blacksmith's shop, and it's not broken down to the level of you and me." ”

"Mr. Potter, we will only be able to divide it up when Legnak is captured and the sealed things are freed."

Harry's tone was calm: "But the Ministry of Magic is not looking for Legnack's operation. ”

"The Ministry of Magic is busy right now." Fudge waved his hand exaggeratedly, "Very busy." ”

"Principal Karkarov's business."

"And the case of you, the 'butcher of Little Hangleton'—oh, that's not my contemptuous name for you, it's the new name for you voted by the Daily Prophet, it's the voice of the people."

"Alright, Mr. Potter, that's it!"

He slammed the table, threw the badge to the corner, and walked out of the conference room with swift and gray steps.

"Little Hangleton Butcher." Harry smiled as he read the words, "I like the name. ”

The laughter was gentle, making everyone else in the room a little creepy.

"Harry?" Dumbledore looked over with some concern, "You're alright"

"Professor Dumbledore, don't look at me with the look you look at Tom II. Harry shook his head and interrupted him, "Don't worry, I'm only here to collect debts, not my life." ”

"Fugi doesn't pay it back because of my money, I'll find a way to get him to pay it back."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and then stopped: "Even if it doesn't hurt his life, it's not too much to torture."

"Am I like that?" Harry shook his head.

The rest of the room struggled to restrain themselves from a look of fear in their eyes.

Isn't it?

If not, why did you boast about the title of "Little Hangleton's Butcher"?

They also rolled up their stuff and left.

After the last one had finished greeting Dumbledore and left, he looked at Harry and asked, "How are you going to get back the money the Ministry of Magic owes you?" ”

"As far as I know, George and Fred were not able to get back the money that Ludo Bagman had swindled."

Fernon had a great idea for George and Dursley, and for their father's sake—Mr. Arthur had signed a contract of intent with Fernon to buy a rig, and of course, it was just an image, and Arthur had paid a deposit to get together the money for a rig within a year, and the pound had to be settled.

The beautiful John Hobrun made Fernon put aside his prejudice against wizards, and he found many "salary" files and videos for the two of them, and even took them to see two court sessions himself.

But.

Ordinary people like wizards and fernons, although they are both children born in the land of Great Britain, speak the same language, eat the same food, and even have the same cultural character, but when it comes to the subtleties of the law, they are completely different.

Wizards don't have the concept of "labor protection."

It is not unreasonable for Fudge to be so proud and rampant, and the Ministry of Magic has the power to enforce, enact, and interpret the law.

The Minister of Magic could almost be said to be the dictator of the wizarding world - if there were no people like Dumbledore or Harry.

George and Fred were unsuccessful in their bargaining.

He was even ridiculed fiercely by officials of the Ministry of Magic.

Oh my God, there was a wizard who came to the Ministry of Magic with Muggle laws.

George and Fred struggled, but to no avail, they were only at the level of a normal excellent seventh-year wizard to graduate, barely able to deal with two or three Aurors, but they couldn't beat the outnumbered Ministry of Magic.

Harry clapped his hands, "Thanks for reminding me, I almost forgot that Mr. Bagman also took away my Triwizard Tournament prize money." ”

"That's a thousand Galleons."

"Let's go back now?" Dumbledore waved his hand, and the conference room door opened.

"Gotta go find Percy." Harry stood up, "Promise Uncle Arthur." ”

They walked out the door and took the elevator to the fifth basement floor, Percy was still in charge of the International Department of Magical Cooperation, he was indeed very good, intelligent, serious, hardworking, and ambitious, unlike most wizards who ate and waited for death, he stood out.

though

The surname "Weasley" always makes him subject to some unexpected ridicule.

But he was very much used, and after only one year of graduation, he was promoted to the director of the "Foreign Trade Crucible Quality Inspection Office", which was on the same level as his father, and his salary was even five Galleons more per week.

The Ministry of Magic staff pointed them out Director Weasley's office.

They knocked on the old door.

"Come in." Percy's voice was unusually tired, like Sisyphus pushing a boulder year after year.

Harry pushed the door open and walked in.

"What happened again? Put it on my table. Percy didn't lift his head, and spoke numbly.

"Percy." Harry spoke.

Startled, Percy raised his head sharply in the table and buried himself behind the thick papers and cauldrons: "Harry? ”

"And Professor Dumbledore!"

"How do you"

Harry casually picked up a document on the table, which was a quality inspection report for an imported crucible, with a very different rigor from the Ministry of Magic: "It seems that Director Weasley is indeed very busy, today is August 31, the day I was 'interrogated' by the Ministry of Magic. ”

"It's August 31?" Percy was surprised, and with a wave of his wand, pulled the calendar from the bottom of the cauldron.

"How long has it been since you've been home?" Harry asked him.

Percy didn't answer, he tilted his head aside.

"Aunt Molly is worried about you." Harry put his things down, "Even if you can't go back and report it yourself, at least I can give her an explanation, Director Weasley is not dead, and he is alive and well." ”

Percy still didn't speak.

Harry waved his hand, "Let's go." ”

Dumbledore was stunned: "This is leaving?" ”

Arthur asked Harry to come over, but not just to take a look, but also to get him to free Percy.

"There's nothing to say, I'm not a confidant like Professor Sprout." Harry shook his head and glanced at Percy, "Director Weasley is already a man."

"Harry." Percy suddenly looked up, his voice dry, and called out his name.

Harry made eye contact with him.

"I'm really confused." Percy frowned, his tensed limbs and body slumped, "How the hell did you do it, you could. To be able to do so"

He gestured, unable to pick out a suitable adjective.

Dumbledore could see at a glance that there was something hidden in his tangled mess: "You want to know why Harry is surrounded by so many people to become the leader?" ”

Percy didn't hesitate and nodded heavily.

He looked at Harry's gaze, it was complicated, full of envy, even a hint of jealousy—he knew very well that he shouldn't have such emotions towards Harry, his savior.

But he couldn't restrain himself.

The sharp claws of the beast within, tearing through the fragile camouflage he had worked so hard to make.

He is very proud of his resume, Gryffindor prefect, and the boys' president of the student council, which is the standard for most ministers of magic and directors of various departments, but no matter how beautiful he is on the surface, Gryffindor will only recognize him as a member of Gryffindor, a mediocre member, and will not think of him as the leader of Gryffindor like he did to Harry.

Even to the Ministry of Magic.

He could often hear the praises of Harry Potter from those people, and he, the best Hogwarts graduate in the new year, was driven by them at will.

Harry didn't speak.

"Because Harry is carrying a lot heavier than you do." Dumbledore opened his mouth to help him, "Percy, you should know Harry's business. ”

Percy nodded, of course he understood these truths, just.

He opened his mouth and wanted to ask.

Dumbledore waved his hand and continued, "Of course, that's not all, although Harry is younger than you, he is much more mature than you. ”

"Percy, what do you want?"

Percy subconsciously opened her mouth, but closed it in disappointment.

He wanted to be like Director Barty Crouch, but Barty Crouch was dead, and the person he had longed for the most was not as glamorous as it seemed, whether it was reported in the Daily Prophet or heard privately from Ron.

"You have ambition and a thirst for power." With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore's chair flew and he sat down across from Percy, "Oh, I was just like you. ”

"You know, we good Gryffindors all have that in common."

"We aspire to be the leaders of the lions."

Percy nodded heavily.

"But what is power?" Dumbledore asked, "I could have longed for it back then, just like you, really, Percy, I had the same craving for things that I hadn't even been aware of, and I had only it in my eyes, and I ignored what was really precious." ”

"Family, friendship."

"And love."

Speaking of this, he was slightly stuck, and when he mentioned it occasionally, he broke his heart to the core.

"If I had the chance to go back in time, I would ask myself this question, what is the point of you pursuing these things?" Dumbledore lifted his glasses, conjured out his handkerchief, and wiped the corners of his eyes, "I don't have this chance, but Percy you still have." ”

"Now I'll leave that to you."

"What's the point of your pursuit of these things?"

"You become the Director, you become the Minister of Magic, and then what?"

And then what? A word of just one syllable rolled down like a boulder, crushing Sisyphus, who was powerless to push the boulder.

"I" Percy spoke, mouth open, opening and closing, but nothing could be spit out except for an "I".

Dumbledore smiled slightly, stood up, walked over and touched his head: "Percy, think about it, don't go on so confused anymore, and don't push yourself too tired, you have a good family." ”

He paused and looked at Harry, "There are also very good friends. ”

"I heard, you still have a good love?" Dumbledore laughed.

Percy's cheeks flushed slightly.

"Don't carry everything on your shoulders." Dumbledore withdrew his hand, "Harry also knows that scolding me, a bad old man, will also find Hermione to be coquettish. ”

"I didn't." Harry was loud.

Dumbledore waved his hand indifferently, "If you're too embarrassed to tell your family, you can come to me." ”

"I'm willing to listen to the students' worries and solve your problems."

Speaking of this, he became a little distressed: "But you all seem to think too highly, after all, I am more than a hundred years old, I have made many mistakes in my life, and there are many experiences for you to learn." ”

Percy nodded, his expression brighter.

"Then don't disturb your work, let's leave first." Dumbledore waved goodbye to him, "Tonight you want to see Harry, Ron, and Ginny off for a farewell dinner?" ”

Percy didn't speak, and didn't make any small movements.

But they could both see what Percy meant.

They walked out and gently led the door.

"Professor Dumbledore, you've really impressed me today." Harry sighed, "There really is something like a headmaster." ”

"I thought I would always be a good headmaster in your mind." Dumbledore tugged at his beard and laughed.

Harry shook his head, "Mr. Godric will definitely contradict you. ”

"Well, something did go beyond expectations." Dumbledore sighed, "But Harry, you don't want to think about it."

Harry looked expressionless and interrupted him, "I'm the one who keeps getting in trouble. ”

Dumbledore wanted to speak.

Harry quickly added, "You took the initiative to find me that trouble in the first grade. ”

"Only that once." Dumbledore emphasized.

Harry said, "I suspect it's because of the bad start in the first year, so the next three years will be in trouble, maybe the first year will complete a symbolic magic." ”

"We all know that there is no magical power." Dumbledore retorted.

Harry shrugged innocently: "Magic is amazing, maybe it's magic that neither of us can discover, do you want to find someone who has the ability to ask?" ”

"I thank you." Dumbledore was helpless.

He knew very well who Harry was talking about "capable people", in the wizarding world, there were not many people who were qualified to be called "capable people" by Harry, and Trilawney in the state of opening the heavenly eyes was one of them, but the opening of the heavenly purpose was not something that Trelawney could control.

They discussed all the way and took the elevator to the golden hall.

Harry stopped abruptly, "Wait, Professor Dumbledore. ”

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked.

"Debt collection." Harry succinctly raised his wand.

Dumbledore followed his gaze—not far from them, the golden Fountain of the Magical Brothers", and his gaze became startled, and before he could say anything, Harry had waved his wand.

Majestic magic poured out.

With a bang, all the water in the pool flew out and condensed into a huge water ball in the air.

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd of people who came and went, and they were terrified, and the birds and beasts fled in all directions.

Harry waved his wand again.

The statues that were about to flee were fixed to their bases, and the Transfiguration Charm twisted the heads of the water and twisted them into a ball, completely blocking them.

"Harry." Dumbledore was a little helpless.

The Ministry of Magic officials finally reacted, and they ran towards this direction with their wands in hand.

"What do you want to do, wizard?"

"This is the Ministry of Magic!"

"When the Aurors come, give up resistance."

Harry ignored them, his wand was raised, and the coins in the pool flew out, a row of gold gallons, a row of silver sico, and a row of bronze nats, neatly arranged in front of him.

"There are only one hundred and twenty-seven Galleons, twelve sicos, and six nats."

"I'm a little poor."

"It's not enough."

The other hand pulled open the pocket, and the bell jingled, and the metal jumped into it, like a dragon sniffing water.

"What are you doing!" A wizard shouted in horror, "Get the money out, it's all from the Ministry of Magic." ”

Harry replied, looking at the statue, "I know it's from the Ministry of Magic." ”

"Break the spell!"

"You robber!"

Someone pretended to be harsh and scolded.

Harry suddenly realized and nodded heavily, "Oh, yes, remove the magic!" ”

He snapped his fingers.

The balloon of water in the sky exploded with a thud, and the water fell violently, like a waterfall, rolling a huge, half-man-high wave, and rushed towards the group of wizards, and in a burst of exclamation, washed them away, like stranded fish.

(End of chapter)