Fudge glanced at Rufus Scrimgeour in displeasure.

It didn't hurt that he knew that his subordinate was not dealing with Amosta Blaine, and Fudge was even happy to see that, but Rufus shouldn't have shown his hostility so clearly on such an occasion. The new magic that he has researched is something very private and precious, and even if Amosta said that he could use this wonderful machine to learn his magic, Rufus should not have pointed it out on the line.

Worth 50,000 Galleons a piece - a price that Fudge smacked in surprise.

Even those powerful families donate, there are few such large donations, and this is an alchemy prop with wonderful functions.

Fudge looked at the light and shadow in front of him, his eyes shrewd.

"Oh, thank you for your generous donation, Amosta-"

Fudge lovingly patted Amosta on the shoulder and smiled

"No problem, Amosta, the patent application and production license are no problem, you leave the formalities here, I will arrange Dolores to handle it for you later, and I will send you the qualification with an owl when it is over."

"That's wonderful--" Amosta said gratefully.

The two of them walked side by side to the desk, Fudge looked much more relaxed than before, and he looked at Amosta with a much kinder gaze,

"It's surprising, Amosta, I didn't expect you to be so skilled in alchemy - hehe, are you finally planning to compete with Dumbledore in terms of invention?"

"I'll never be the match for Headmaster Dumbledore."

Amosta's little joke made Fudge clutch his stomach and laugh.

Seeing this scene, Sirius, who had gradually figured out the clue, pouted secretly, if he hadn't talked to Amosta privately about his opinion of Fudge, he would even think that Amosta and Fudge had been close old friends for many years! Correspondingly, the aura around Rufus and Delix grew deeper and deeper, and they didn't believe that Amosta Blaine had chosen such an opportunity to come over to find the Minister of Magic to go backstage.

"That's right, Minister--"

When the atmosphere was warm, Amosta changed his face and smiled, and his expression instantly became solemn.

"I'm here today for one more thing, and this thing"

Halfway through his words, Amosta paused, glancing at the few people sitting at the conference table a few times, clearly scrupling about something.

"Oh, what is it?"

Fudge's heart skipped a beat, and he had been staring at Amosta about Remus since he walked into the office, and to be honest, even now, he hadn't thought about how to deal with Amosta Blaine, and that's why he let Remus Lupin's werewolf crouch in St. Mungo and pretend to be confused.

"It's okay, Amosta, Rufus, they're all people I trust, there's nothing they can't know."

After discovering that Amosta had always been suspicious of Rufus's existence, Fudge, who was still hesitant to invite a few people out temporarily, made up his mind and said with a pleasant face.

"Well, in that case—"

This time, Amosta took out another folded piece of parchment, which he had pulled out of his bosom, and looked much more cautious than the previous application, and Fudge had been watching Amosta's movements, with imperceptible confusion between his eyebrows.

"Yesterday, I received an invitation from Rita Skeeter, a well-known current affairs correspondent for the Daily Prophet, who asked me to meet at the Leaky Cauldron Bar, and the letter declared that she had something very important to communicate with me, so I met with her--"

Amosta handed the folded letter to Fudge,

"After the meeting, Rita Skeeter gave me such a list and shared some secrets. You can take a look first, Minister--"

When he heard the name Rita Skeeter, Fudge's broad head appeared a few fine lines out of thin air, he took the parchment and quickly unfolded it, and when his eyes touched the contents of the letter, Fudge's expression froze, and then, he took his glasses from the pocket of his robe and put them on the fire, burying his whole face in the letter.

There was silence in the office for a moment, and Amosta rested his fingers on the table, calmly looking at Fudge, whose face was obscured by the letter—judging by the degree of trembling of the fat fingers that clasped the edge of the letter, it probably gave Fudge a considerable shock.

Silence lasts forever.

Sirius couldn't see Amosta's expression, so he exchanged glances with Kingsley, and Rufus Scrimgeur's brow folded deeper.

What's going on?

Rufus stared at Amosta Blaine's back, what the hell he had shown the minister. Why did he suddenly talk about the woman Rita Skeeter, could it be that Brian really didn't come for that werewolf?

No way, Amosta Bryan couldn't have watched that werewolf suffer, Blake must have reported the situation like Amosta Bryan, that's for sure. So, what is the current situation?

Syllable. Bang!

Just as Rufus pondered the purpose behind some of Amosta Blaine's actions, his immediate boss, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, suddenly moved.

Fudge slapped the letter on the table with a slap, he got up from his seat with a thud, and the violent movement directly knocked over the seat behind him, Rufus even saw that the Minister of Magic's head was covered with sweat drops the size of beans, it was hard to describe whether the expression on Fudge's fat face was anger or horror!

"What's wrong, Minister!"

Rufus's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he was about to rush over as he got up, but across from Fudge, the young man who was still seated turned his head unhurriedly, and threw a deep look at him like a basin of ice water poured on his head, causing his steps to frustrate and shudder!

"This is Rita Skeeter for you, where did she come from, what the hell does she want to do!"

Fudge's fat lips trembled, and he roared in shock and rage.

"As you can imagine, Minister--"

Amosta got up slowly and said calmly,

"She wanted to put this list on the Daily Prophet Rita Skeeter is a smart person who obviously knows what the consequences of her actions will be and . It might cause herself a lot of trouble, so she wanted me to shelter her. ”

Before Fudge could go berserk, Amosta continued,

"I'm also well aware of the consequences of this thing meeting with the people, so I rejected her, which made her hesitate to continue with the matter-"

"You're doing the right thing, Amosta!"

Fudge exclaimed,

"This stupid woman doesn't know what she's doing, and if she dares to do that, oh, I swear, she'll be out of luck, and I'll not be so good at talking about it without discussion!"

Since the end of the holiday, the traffic given by the intelligent push in the past few days has been really popular

(End of chapter)