Amosta's idea was clear, he was going to push the attack on a group of Dark Wizards who had attacked the Dark Lord and pretended to be 'Death Eaters' to attack the arena, which was the best part, because telling the British wizarding public that the real Death Eaters were starting to be active again would have a profound impact that could not be estimated.

As for Fudge, he needs to come up with the murderer to get the Ministry of Magic to give an account of the whole thing, so it's good for him.

Anyway, according to the law, the bounty wizard of the underworld who was captured by Amosta also needs to stay in Azkaban for the rest of his life, and now he just has a different name.

However, there was an obvious loophole in Amosta's plan, and Fudge, who had calmed down and passed the whole plan in his head, immediately discovered it.

And this loophole may make the Ministry of Magic a complete laughing stock.

"Let the Wizengamot judge the witch you were fighting against, and then, send her to Azkaban and order the Dementors to keep her alone, no problem, Amosta, this can all be done, but--"

Fudge's wide head began to sweat again,

"If we're done with all of this, and the same person appears out there."

"If there's another one--" said Amosta unceremoniously, "it's just a poor copycat, and if people are confused, I'll make it." ”

"Oh, that's it, perfect solution!"

Fudge happily slapped the table with his uninjured hand,

"No one has more authority than you on the identity of that witch, Amosta, you defeated her, and her wand is still in your hand!"

After a deep conversation, Fudge felt that most of the heavy pressure on his body had dissipated, although it would take a lot of people to keep their mouths shut in order to make this lie acceptable, but it was a clear path after all, and it just took some effort.

This is the second time that Amosta Bryan has used his wits to save the Ministry of Magic from the brink of collapse, and tonight, he has directly saved the lives of tens of thousands of wizards, which is not so appropriate.

Fudge was also in the box at the time, and saw what happened, if it wasn't for Amosta's sudden arrival, the witch would have kidnapped Harry Potter and would have quietly left, and the subsequent duel would not have happened at all.

It's embarrassing!

On the one hand, the Ministry of Magic owes Amosta Bryan a great favor, and on the other hand, the power that Amosta Blaine possesses does make the Ministry of Magic feel extremely wary and uneasy.

This young and powerful wizard does not seem to be in the same style as Dumbledore, aggressive, and, not as principled as Albus Dumbledore. When dealing with this special being, one must be careful, not offended, and one must be guarded.

With a solution to the trickiest of things in place, Fudge finally turned his attention to Amosta, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he turned his attention to Dumbledore for help again, but this time, Dumbledore pretended not to see it.

"Ahem--"

Fudge immediately knew that Dumbledore was planning not to interfere, and everything had to come by himself, Fudge clenched his fist and coughed twice, showing a false smile at Amosta,

"You've helped the Ministry of Magic again, and the British wizarding community through a big crisis, Amosta, I don't know what to thank you for!"

"You're welcome, Mr. Minister—"

Amosta replied with a polite smile,

"That's what I'm supposed to do, Minister, and I can't thank you enough if you don't let Headmaster Dumbledore keep me in Hogwarts and don't let me go out--"

Fudge's face immediately swelled to the color of a pig's liver, and he couldn't say a word, and Dumbledore smiled wryly when he heard Amosta say this.

"Ahem, you know for sure, it's just a joke, Amosta, no one can imprison the hero who saved the entire wizarding world-"

Fudge tried his best to contain the embarrassment, racking his brains to continue the topic,

"I'm willing to bet, Amosta, in the next month, the headlines of the Daily Prophet will be your picture, the topic about you will not end until Christmas, people will talk about everything that happens to you, and of course, the Ministry of Magic will also award you the Order of the Order of Merlin, I will definitely be able to apply for you"

"Oh, I already have that—"

Amosta smiled and looked at Fudge with interest,

"When I take out Greyback."

"Oh, yes, ahem, I mean—"

Fudge's throat seemed to be poured into the foul juice of a big dung, choking him all the time.

"Of course, I remember it!"

Although, if Amosta hadn't shown up tonight, the decision that could have affected everyone wouldn't have happened at all, but ordinary people wouldn't have thought about it, they would have just thought that if it weren't for Amosta Blaine, the crowd at the Quidditch Cup final tonight would have been killed.

It is unreasonable for the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards not to honor Amosta Blaine.

What can the Ministry of Magic come up with to thank Amosta Bryne?

Honor? Amosta already has the First Class Medal of the Order of Merlin.

Wealth? When Amosta killed Greyback, many well-known companies came to the door and were willing to offer a sky-high price just to ask him to help endorse him, but Amosta refused without exception, and only took money to send Amosta Blaine, not to mention whether he himself would be angry, and he couldn't explain to the people in the wizarding world.

Right? Amosta was already a de facto speaker at Hogwarts other than Dumbledore, and he was also a senior advisor to the Ministry of Magic, and if he wanted to add real power to a highly decorated wizard like Amosta, it would be at least a director or deputy minister, but that was exactly what Fudge wanted to do.

The more he thought about it, the more desperate he felt.

He couldn't force Dumbledore to step down and let Amosta Bryan be the headmaster of Hogwarts School. But speaking of which, Dumbledore did reach retirement age long ago, and let these two squat at Hogwarts at the same time. Again, it's not a good choice if they decide to plan something. Dumbledore's prestige and Amosta's strength, as well as the wisdom of both of them, were beyond the power of the Ministry of Magic.

Knock, knock, knock –

There was a sudden knock on the door outside the office, and it stands to reason that such a top-secret meeting would not be disturbed at all, but the heavy knock on the door at this moment was like a sound of heaven in Fudge's ears, and he was overjoyed.

Although through the door, Amosta and Dumbledore had already sensed who was coming, Dumbledore frowned slightly, and Amosta, who had never stopped listening to the impolite knock on the door, lowered his eyes, and the coldness in his eyes flashed.

"Who is it?" Fudge stood up, his expression and tone much lighter, "Come in directly!" ”

Whoop -

The door was pushed open suddenly, and the pale face of the visitor was full of the anger that had been prepared for a long time, but when he found that it was not only Cornelius Fudge in the office, but also Albus Dumbledore and Amosta Blaine, who was in the limelight tonight, the anger on the visitor's face suddenly froze, and he froze in the air half of his steps, neither stepping out nor retracting, completely out of proportion.

"Oh, Lucius?"

Fudge stood up and blinked in surprise,

"How did you find this place. Speaking of which, your wife and son are not in tonight's. Hurt in the chaos, right? ”

"I heard you got back to the ministry first, but I don't know you're entertaining. Guest, Minister Fudge--"

At the same time, under the gaze of the three wizards with the greatest energy in the British wizarding world, Lucius behaved much more well, he slowly lowered his feet, and after greeting Fudge, he only nodded to Dumbledore with an almost imperceptible amplitude, and finally, his eyes fell on Amosta Bryan, and the blue tendons on his forehead picked at him fiercely, and he had the urge to turn around and run.

"Oh, we're pretty much done--"

Even when Lucius pulled a lot of gold out of his pocket, Fudge never felt that Lucius Malfoy was so pleasing to the eye, and he beckoned to Lucius eagerly,

"You're welcome, Lucius, come in, we're almost done talking, then, you're coming to me for cough cough, if it's for the last time about the Crucible Workshop, we can wait and talk."

That's pretty much it

Hearing this, a trace of panic flashed in Lucius's gray eyes, he couldn't make up his mind about leaving just now, but now he immediately made a decision, he took a deep breath, changed his angry face again, closed the door, and said in a stiff tone,

"It's not a workshop business, Minister Fudge, it's my wife and son that I want to talk about!"

"What's wrong with them?"

"They were wounded in the chaos!"

Lucius said coldly.

(End of chapter)