Fudge's face was a little uncertain, and he was a little concerned about the people behind Dudley, that is, Dudley's die-hard supporters, the Caro family.

Don't look at the Caro family's usual inconspicuous mountains, in fact, it is more difficult than the Malfoy family.

If it weren't for a few stupid people, the mysterious man was hit by a wave when he fell, plus the previous head of the Carlo family was a waste, and he lost a lot of industries due to poor management.

Even so, he was still a member of the Malfoy family.

In fact, there was no one behind Dudley, only himself.

"Minister, Potter"

Fudge gritted his teeth, offend the Caro family, Harry is the most important thing now.

"Dursley, I repeat, Potter must come with us today, even if it's strong."

The Aurors understood Fudge's words this time, looked at each other, and slowly raised their wands to Dudley and them, ignoring Draco.

"You have five seconds to think about the consequences."

Dudley said lightly, still sitting in his seat, not moving.

Five seconds later, the spell from nowhere struck the Aurors' wrists with such precision that they didn't even have time to react before their wands flew out.

"Minister be careful, there are enemies!"

"It could be Sirius!"

The Ministry of Magic staff member who followed Fudge screamed, and the voice directly scared Fudge under the table, and then he himself followed suit.

The other Aurors immediately became nervous, and hurriedly picked up the wand that had fallen to the ground, and because of the nervousness, they took it by mistake and made a mess.

'Waste. It's more useless than the iron thorns you planted on the outskirts of your yard.'

Dudley looked at the clown-like group of members of the Ministry of Magic with disdain.

The Aurors are no longer the Aurors they used to be. ’

The elite of wizards? Maybe

It's only been 13 years since the First Wizarding War and the fall of that one, and the truly good Aurors have either died in battles with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, or have to stay in St. Mungo's Hospital, like the Longbottoms.

Moody was one of the few remaining Aurors of that battle, and even then he was wounded and few were left untouched.

What are the remaining Aurors in the Ministry of Magic?

What kind of level can the apprentices they teach?

"There are no enemies." Dudley said lightly, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table: "I hate it when people point their wands at me, it was just a small punishment just now, there is no next time." ”

As Dudley's words fell, two figures appeared behind Dudley, like the villains in fairy tales, an old witch with a big gutter nose and a bald old wizard with a serious expression.

That's Pipiru and Lusisi.

The powerful aura emanating from the two of them made the Aurors dare not act rashly.

Knock out a few Auror wands with a single spell if you want to attack them

The young Aurors swallowed in unison.

Seeing that it wasn't Sirius, it was really fine, so Fudge trembled and came out from under the table again, first glaring fiercely at the Ministry of Magic staff who were talking nonsense, and then staring at the two old wizards: "Who are they?" ”

"The butler here."

Dudley said casually, his tone still indifferent.

"They just attacked the Aurors."

Fudge's body was still trembling slightly, his spirit had obviously not eased up, and his attitude was not as tough as it had just been.

He regretted not having Rufus Scrimgeour with him, one of the few wizards in the Ministry of Magic who could fight.

Then Fudge saw Dudley's sapphire eyes, which seemed to be able to see through his own heart, full of playfulness.

Then he heard Dudley say in a tone of declaring a trivial matter.

"Shocked, a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic actually asked the Aurors to point his wand at underage wizards, including the hero of the wizarding world - Harry Potter, is this a distortion of human nature, or a moral degradation, I think the Daily Prophet must like this news."

Dudley pulled out a crystal ball and put it in his hand to play with it.

Fudge's eyelids jumped wildly as Dudley spoke, especially when he saw the crystal ball in Dudley's hand, and his face full of folds and wrinkles hung with deep sorrow.

That kind of crystal ball can record images, as magical as a Muggle camera.

If this news gets out, the complaints he receives will fill the entire Ministry of Magic, and his approval rating will fall to the bottom.

Then he's done.

"You can't do that, Mr. Dursley."

Although Fudge didn't have much ability, his ability to steer the rudder was still quite strong, and his attitude immediately softened.

"I also don't think that's good for Mr. Fudge, so I thought we should talk about it and clear up the misunderstanding."

"Yes, yes, it's all a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, Mr. Dursley, you're right." Fudge kept wiping his sweat, completely losing the majesty of the Minister of Magic, nodding his head like a chicken pecking rice.

The best way to deal with a mediocre talent like Fudge is to pinch his throat and take the rhythm into his own hands.

Dudley and Fudge talked to each other for a while, and when they came out, Fudge was soaked as if he had been fished out of the water.

"Mr. Dursley, it's getting late, I think I should leave and not disturb your rest."

Fudge took a 180-degree turn, and didn't mention taking Harry and attacking the Aurors.

Even when he was Minister of Magic, he didn't have such deference when he asked Dumbledore.

The Aurors looked at each other, not knowing what to say, and certainly not daring to say anything.

"If you go slowly, I won't send it."

"You have a good rest, a good rest."

As Fudge was leaving, Dudley suddenly said, "I suddenly remembered something, this morning I heard crows in addition to magpies. ”

"Mr. Dursley, you're in a good environment."

Fudge still didn't understand the meaning behind it, and complimented him stupidly.

After the group had left, Dudley said to Draco on the side.

"Draco, the eldest son of the Wilkes family, Victor Wilkes, doesn't he want his son to follow his father's footsteps and work in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Tell him it's been arranged."

"And Dormam Gargson of the Gargerson family, who is welcome to take up his post at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Tell Eric Strange that the Department of Magical Sports is a good place."

These are Slytherins who have graduated in the past two years and have not found a suitable job.

Of course, Dudley didn't pay nothing, but compared to what he obtained, he only paid 100 million gold gallons.

The great sage Xun Ge'er once said: "Radishes and sticks will never go out of style." ”

So it's nice to have a mediocre Minister of Magic.

(End of chapter)