Owen never had unnecessarily angry with anyone.

Unless the man is the first to raise his wand at him.

Even the Death Eaters, Bella, Baty Krach Jr.

Human beings are complex, and the pain of the times inadvertently falls on those sensitive individuals, stinging them, angering them, and the blood mixed with hatred flows into their bodies.

And Fudge is that kind of person.

He had his own thoughts, and as the least influential figure in the Ministry of Magic, he was no more than the Deputy Minister of the Department of Magical Disasters before becoming Minister of Magic.

Above him can have ten fingers.

Fudge's ability to secure this seat can be traced back to Dumbledore.

Don't think it's a shame to write to Dumbledore asking for advice on how to govern.

If Fudge is so hopelessly stupid that he doesn't even know how to manage the Ministry of Magic, then in order to save his face, Floo Fan or something will always have a way to cover it up.

However, the truth is that the entire wizarding community is aware that the current Minister of Magic often inquires about Dumbledore's affairs.

It is impossible for Dumbledore to accidentally tell someone else while drinking tea, so there is only one possibility, and that is that the news was deliberately released by Fudge or Fudge's campaign.

Regardless of whether or not the Headmaster actually came up with his idea, the truth is that most of his colleagues in the Ministry of Magic agreed that Connelly's decree was roughly equivalent to what Dumbledore had approved of.

This is also why Fudge was able to sit in the position of Minister of Magic in less than a few years from a marginal figure, and even had his own team during the Goblet of Fire, daring to confront Dumbledore.

That's not stupid, it's that he already has a lot of political capital during the Goblet of Fire.

Even Dumbledore's platform could not convince many in the wizarding world that Voldemort had returned.

But that's all for later.

At the moment, he still can't do without Dumbledore.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have shown his loyalty tonight and came to the old headmaster.

That's why Owen felt a little angry at Fudge's current behavior.

If he had cleared his head a little, he wouldn't be qualified to mess with Dumbledore right now!

"You? What you're doing! Owen tilted his head and sneered unscrupulously, "You don't seem to know the situation." ”

"Professor Dumbledore can get you out of the minister's seat with a single word."

"It's a shame." He walked up to Hermione and them, and with a slight wave of his wand, he cleaned it up, and in an instant the little witch and their hapless accomplices were gone.

Magic swept over Hermione's body, and she suddenly, out of nowhere, a reassuring warmth emerged.

It's like - a year and a half ago on the third floor girls' bathroom, in the Forbidden Forest, under the trapdoor on the fourth floor.

Staring at a pair of bloodshot eyes, the little witch looked at Owen in a daze, and she suddenly understood why she would tolerate so much of this guy's inappropriate behavior before.

He did a lot of ridiculous, even evil, but always so reliable.

With him, it's like there's nothing to be afraid of.

"Don't look at me like that, Miss Granger." There was a hint of a rising smile on the corner of Owen's mouth, and the anger in his heart was also reduced a lot: "I'm sorry to tell you that this year's Gryffindor House Cup is definitely gone."

"Huh?"

Ignoring Hermione's small expression, he turned his head to look at the idiot again, "If you really have a little bit of your brain at it, you will realize that you are threatening the most powerful wizards in the world today with this group of little wizards." ”

"Do you know what that means?"

"What?" Fudge's furious face stiffened for a rare moment, and his eyes dodged, as if he wanted to see what else was going on.

But the professor didn't care about him.

The old headmaster kept looking into the distance, where several professors surrounded him, extinguishing the fire.

Owen then said in a very threatening tone, "You know what? If Professor Dumbledore wanted to, he could chop you, all of you, into eight pieces in a second, or he could waste a few seconds and capture you all alive and then wash the memory. ”

"Rest assured, the Headmaster's Oblivion Charm is definitely more proficient than Lockhart's."

His eerie tone was like a demon whispering.

The surrounding Aurors couldn't help but tremble.

The fire in the forest is still burning.

They were absolutely convinced that what Owen said was true.

"How dare you?" Fudge's momentum was a little lower again, his expression was a little panicked, and his eyes were more fearful when he looked at the unfavorable ones.

"Or, we can do it the other way." As he spoke, Owen pulled the reluctant Malfo over, "Do you know who his father is?" ”

"Lucius, Lucius Malfoy. What do you think would happen if Lucius switched to Barty Crouch from now on? ”

"Public opinion is very easy to operate, as long as a few reports of the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation are British wizards and the Ministry of Magic dedicates his life to be thrown out, within a few weeks, the stain on his life will be washed away."

People will even sigh at how great his righteous killing of relatives and adherence to the concept of justice is, and so on! Sir, look, the masses are like this lake, and whatever paint you pour into it, it will become a color—"

"You" Fudge glared, staring at Owen in disbelief.

It's hard to believe that these words came from the mouth of a teenage wizard.

His eyes lingered on Draco and Dumbledore Owen.

Considering the pros and cons of this, Lucius is his biggest financier behind the scenes, if he loses his support

The connections that he had spent a whole year accumulating could collapse in an instant.

"Uh-huh! My dad just had dinner with Director Barty Krach the other day. Draco on the side spoke reluctantly under the threat of Owen's caring shoulder.

A look of disgust and impatience.

Hearing this, Fudge, who was consumed by anger, finally sobered up.

He looked at Dumbledore again, his blood-red eyes full of resentment, and he didn't want to stop there.

Because the little wizards did attack him.

He couldn't swallow it.

And what about Dumbledore?

The old headmaster ignored Fudge's gaze and did not defend Owen's threatening remarks.

Oh! What did this kid say?

Oops! The little guy just has a bad personality. A twelve. How can a thirteen-year-old be taken seriously?

Adult wizards need to be mature.

He's- he's just a kid!

"These little wizards." Fudge wanted to make a final struggle, but he just spoke.

Suddenly, a flash of light flickered in front of me.

"Click!" A few more flashes of light, freezing a few little wizards with numb expressions and magical handcuffs on the ground.

That's the camera's flash.

Colin! Colin Creevey!

He was a new Gryffindor, the little boy who adored Harry.

I often carry a camera to shoot in the academy.

Honestly, I want to send the photos back home, to his mother, and to let her know about the magical world.

All right~_~

Colin certainly wasn't going to show up here out of nowhere.

This is naturally under the coercion and temptation of Owen~~~

He used Harry's personal photo shoot rights to successfully fool the ass boy over.

As for Harry's side

Ah! How big it is, a few petrification spells have passed, and you can make sure that you can pose in any pose.

"What are you doing here?" Kingsley frowned, uncomfortable with the sudden, glare of the flash.

It's the nature of the Aurors.

None of them like stupid creatures like wizard reporters.

Every day, I take a broken camera and shoot everywhere - what if I shoot something secret!

"Record your life! Mr! Owen had a faint smile on his face. Then he slowly pulled Colin behind him, "After all, we are just a bunch of weak, helpless, and poor second-year Hogwarts wizards. Oh! O Merlin! We haven't even learned the Avada—uh—no—levitation charm."

Hearing this, Professor Flitwick on the side frowned,

He said, "What are you talking about?"

Hufflepuff wants to deduct points, no?

"If that shameless wizard lied that we attacked a few Aurors and Ministry of Magic officials, these pictures are proof!"

He looked sad and indignant, as if he had been deceived by the whole world, "Oh! Oh my God, if an adult wizard believes that a bunch of young wizards who don't even know the Levitation Charm can defeat the Aurors, he's definitely beaten the troll's stick! ”

Kingsley looked at Owen in astonishment.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then his eyes fell on the two unlucky Aurors who had been put down by Hermione.

I saw the word 'embarrassment' written all over the two of their faces on the screen.

If there is a hole in the bottom of their feet at this time, it is estimated that the two of them will not hesitate to go straight into it.

'Don't say it, it's a shame. ’

They were willing to leave it at that, and they didn't want to pursue it, after all, if the news spread, the lives of these two Aurors would be socially dead.

Even the position of the Auror may not be guaranteed.

After all, the people would not believe that two adult wizards who could not even beat the little wizards would have the ability to protect them

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" Fudge's hair was sticking to his head, and the black was mixed with some yellow debris, and once his eyes were no longer fierce, the honor was somewhat funny.

In the face of the Minister of Magic's indifferent eyes, Owen didn't care at all, still leaning lazily on Draco.

The threatening words are finished, and the sweetness follows.

"I've heard that the Ministry of Magic has been busy with Lockhart's affairs lately, and even has a serious financial deficit." He was talking about the many countries demanding compensation from the British Ministry of Magic.

Those people are menacing, and they will never stop without getting the money, but this money can't be spent by the Ministry of Magic.

Otherwise, it would be considered a symbol of weakness by English wizards.

"When Mr. Malfoy heard about it, he was anxious."

"That's right." Draco, who was secretly elbowed in the back by Owen, gritted his teeth.

"As a promising wizard who cares about the Ministry of Magic, the United Kingdom, and all wizards in Britain, Mr. Malfoy is heartbroken, and he is also sympathetic to the wizards of other countries or his own country who have been attacked by Lockhart,"

"Mm-hmm, I haven't slept in days." Draco said.

"For the sake of establishing a sound and good system of wizards saving lives and helping the wounded, for the sake of consolidating friendly international relations between England and other countries, and for the sake of carrying forward the fine gentleman (-stirring) tradition of our British Empire, Mr. Malfoy will decide!"

"Establish a Wizarding World Life Insurance Company (which buys insurance) and provide free (the most expensive) long-term (continuous wool-gathering) considerate (guaranteed to starve) medical assistance to all poor wizards who have been vilely abused by Lockhart, and the philanthropic Mr. Malfoy will also donate a special fund (equal guarantee that no one can apply for it) to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries (to bring all the injured wizards to England to prevent people from spreading nonsense) for the treatment of these wizards. (Quietly dispose of people secretly)"

“？？？” Listening to Draco's nonsense in his ears, his eyes gradually ignited!

Wow! You Hufflepuffs are so kind.

Do you know how much it costs to save those wizards!

Do you think that the Malfoys' assets are not blown by the wind, they are not their own money, and it doesn't hurt to use them, right?

What is broken, I will never cooperate with you.

Draco, who had just finished vows in his heart, suddenly felt his ears itch, and then he heard the whisper of some evil succubus (crossed out) demon, "Be careful I send you a picture of you wearing a little dress to your dad!" ”

？？？

Draco was stunned and turned to look at Owen.

When do I wear a skirt.

Before the question in his heart could be asked, he was stared at by Owen's playful eyes, and he got goosebumps all over his body.

Well, he got it

In order to prevent himself from being forced to wear a slim little black dress embroidered with roses with lace lace one day, Draco had to smile awkwardly but elegantly, "Yes, my dad had that idea. ”

Hum!

Listen to Draco's words against his will.

Owen looked disgusted.

And voila!

This is the difference between a landlord and a capitalist, who has no vision at all.

Wizards have lived nearly two hundred years to live to dogs.

If he is a member of an ancient family, give him two hundred years, what kind of unicorn does he need for the election of the president of the federation? That's not who Lao Tzu refers to!

Look at this waste landlord class, who is bent on guarding his little land, without any foresight, and really deserves to be veiled by Minister Granger.

"This" listened to Owen's flatbread.

Fudge was moved.

Sorry, he was impulsive.

The professors who had already subdued the fierce fire had all come to the Black Lake.

The rest of the professors were still just looking at everyone flatly, but Professor Snape was different, and the disgust in his eyes was about to burst out of his eyes.

Equality disgusted everyone present.

Including Professor Dumbledore

This made Fudge feel from the bottom of his heart, he couldn't take these little wizards with him today no matter what

I can't take away the relics of the Ravenclaw.

Forget it! He retreated from the bottom of his heart, and after he found that he was no longer in the ascendancy, he habitually retreated.

It's okay to end up like this.

At least Lockhart's affair had a result.

This trip can't be counted as his trip in vain.

With a deep groan, his eyes fell on Professor Dumbledore again, and after receiving the approval and assurance of the other party, the farce finally had an unsatisfactory ending.

There is one more chapter. Wait a minute!

(End of chapter)