Fudge listened to Dudley's words, both eyes shining.

If he did what Dudley said, it would be a disaster for the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, and maybe they would change their blood once.

Still. There is a high probability that it will only be the old pure-blood wizards, and it is likely that it will be loyal to or have been loyal to Voldemort. Not even Dumbledore's old friends. Although they have been working for a long time (more than 100 years of service) and are old enough, they are still members of the Wizengamot.

But the official position is too small, and the power is too small

Even if you express dissatisfaction, you can only protest in the stupidest and most ineffective way, such as resignation.

Even Fudge disdains to be bothered.

"Dear Mr. Minister, the Ministry of Magic is no longer dedicated to wizards. For the sake of the Ministry of Magic, I think the Ministry of Magic needs to change a new batch of blood, a group of fresh blood that is only loyal to you."

Dudley's voice was like a murmur ringing in his ears.

Keep burrowing into Fudge's brain.

Only loyal to their own Ministry of Magic. What a wonderful word.

"Of course you can take your time, you're still young and have time."

"Honorable Minister, this is not a good thing."

Listening to Dudley's words, Fudge seemed to use the Cassel Dew, and a bright smile like a chrysanthemum bloomed on his wrinkled old face, and his mouth suddenly opened.

At this moment, he instantly felt that he could control the situation, and felt that he could do it again, that he could.

"To our wise and martial Minister of Magic."

Dudley raised his glass and smiled at Fudge.

He drew a big pie for Fudge, and it was not up to him to decide whether Fudge could eat it or not.

To be fair, Dudley didn't believe that Fudge could fight the pure-blood wizards, but at least he could launch a charge.

Without some turmoil, it would be too difficult for a new wizard to get to the top.

Fudge happily raised his glass and took another big sip, unsurprisingly choking on himself again.

Shaking his head slightly, it seemed that Fudge was not suitable for this kind of wine.

It's a shame that this 'godfather' was made by Dudley himself.

Getting the answer he wanted from Dudley, Fudge left with his new secretary satisfied.

Dudley watched the two drift apart until they were gone, laughed contemptuously, snapped his fingers, and the rattan chair vanished.

Fresh blood?

Where does the fresh blood come from?

Waste like Fudge, even his own team was formed for him by Dudley.

Oh, and maybe not all of them had the image of a pink toad in Dudley's mind

can only play some clever, and can't be a worthless clown on the stage.

Dudley's gaze turned to the neighbor's lawn, where there stood a strangely dressed man, none other than Curliver, the leader of the Squibs, who nodded respectfully at him.

"Mr. Dursley, Mr. Gargamel, sends you my best regards."

Dudley nodded to show that he knew, and Curry slowly retreated with a respectful face.

Dudley pretended to be Gargamel, and gave orders to Curry and the others, and obeyed Dudley's orders to protect Penny and the others with all his might.

The safety of loved ones is always Dudley's top priority.

By the way, the idea of planting the Squibs on Privet Road was the brainchild of Fudge's current secretary, and the secretary's name was Percy, Percy Weasley.

Very good assistant in Fudge's heart and highly praised.

Dudley adjusted his mood a little and walked towards his family with a smile.

"Harry. The next time you meet Peter, a dangerous escape from Azkaban, you can avenge your parents. ”

Dudley whispered as he walked over to Harry.

Hearing this, Harry's shoulders trembled slightly, and he quickly returned to normal.

"I will."

The voice is firm and powerful.

Harry had given Peter a chance to spare him if he stayed honestly in Azkaban to atone for his own mistakes.

But instead of that, he chose to break from prison

This meant that he had no regrets about what he had done, and he had no regrets about betraying the Potters.

When Harry saw him again, he wouldn't be spared.

Not long after the Granger couple officially moved into Privet Road, the Dursleys were once again busy, with crowds of people coming and going, neighbors congratulating all around, cakes bigger than people, piles of gifts, and lavish buffets in the garden.

It's an important day.

For anyone in the Dursleys.

Because on this day, the little princess of the Dursleys, Lily Dursley, finally turns one year old today.

Everyone was laughing on this day, and the Dursleys house was also more lively than ever, and even the corners of Snape's mouth, which was usually not smiling, were slightly raised. This is still the case that he has been keeping his brain occlusion, and if he doesn't use it, he probably grins at the corners of his mouth and grins back molars.

After spending some more time on Privet Road, Dudley, Hermione, and Harry set off for Godric's Hollow.

That's how they arrange every holiday.

If Privet Road is their home in the world of ordinary people, then the castle in Godric's Valley is their home in the wizarding world.

For the home of the wizarding world, both Hermione and Harry loved it.

Every plant in the garden was planted by their own hands, and every room in the castle was decorated by them.

Under the care of the two old wizards, Pipiru and Lusisi, everything was in order in the castle, the cabbage in the kale fields was growing happily, the pumpkins were getting brighter in color, and the mandrakes were getting brighter

The only fly in the ointment is that the iron thorns that are used as guardrails around them are still the original height, the original hardness, and still not too defensive, which is a little less interesting than those magic plants.

To be fair, they're not as defensive as the mandrakes

It is a magical plant known as iron waste.

It's useless.

It is worth mentioning that after Dudley and the others left Privet Road, Snape did not go back to his Spider Alley, but found a house near Privet Road, and would visit the Dursleys in his spare time, stopping by to see little Lily.

Well. Maybe the point is to stop by the way.

He is now the godfather of little Lily.

Penny agreed as soon as Snape said it, and Vernon didn't have much of a problem.

Vernon had a good impression of Snape, although his hair was a little greasy, he seemed to have a good overall appearance, and he heard that he was a professor at Hogwarts School, and his serious work was much better than some unlearned and unskilled gangsters.

Naturally, there won't be much of an opinion.

Even if little Lily couldn't become a wizard after she turned eleven, Snape would always teach her to fulfill her godfather duties.

Actually, I really want to complain about one thing, Wild Ball Boxing, is it really the one you think?

(End of chapter)