It's January, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

Even the most active young wizards are reluctant to go outside in such weather, preferring to stay in the warm large common room or in the lounge of their own academy.

Bask over a fire or enjoy the warm sun on the beach.

But no matter how the temperature changes outside, the Room is always warm as spring.

Zhang Xiao was naked and upside down on the ground with one handstand, sweat sliding down her body, and there was already a puddle of water stains on the ground.

The muscles on the body are showing beautiful lines, and the skin is shining in the light, which is the sweat reflecting the light.

In front of him, the photo stone sent by Zhang Chengdao was playing the picture.

In the picture, the young heavenly master has long sleeves fluttering, the breeze brings up his hair, and he looks like a grandmaster.

"Xiaoxiao, my Dao Sect is in the territory of China, and I can borrow the power of Heavenly Court"

He had already seen this video just now, especially the scene of the Yellow Turban Lux killing in the crowd, which made his blood boil, and he was excited to do another set of exercises.

Especially Dad's voice 'Lux is coming!' And the hole in the clouds, it's so handsome!

I couldn't get enough of watching the small video again, Zhang Xiao shook hard with one arm, and her body jumped up from the ground lightly, stepping on the ground lightly.

Don't envy, don't envy at all, isn't it the five products?

Dao Ye, I am 13 years old and 7 products, even if I am blind to 18, I can also mix to 5 products with hard qualifications.

Some old men are not very good at cultivating, but they are high in seniority, so they can't be about to enter the ground, or a 9-grade little fairy official, right?

Therefore, Daomen has prepared two routes intimately, in addition to the normal actual teaching system of completing KPIs according to merit, there must also be a virtual teaching system for seniority according to years.

Although in the [Heavenly Court] sequence, the kind of position that boils qualifications is in name only, and it can't adjust much of the power of Heavenly Court, but the level of the bad is up.

Zhang Xiao walked barefoot on the cold ground and pushed open the door to the bathroom.

The mermaids standing on the edge of the bath holding clay pots suddenly moved together, and they tilted the clay pots, and large streams of clear hot water poured out of the jars.

It fills the entire bath at a breakneck speed.

The last of the most beautiful looking mermaid statues winked at Zhang Xiao, swinging their fish tails, eager to try.

Zhang Xiao waved his hand: "I don't need bubbles yet." ”

No matter how many times you watch the scene of the mermaid turning into bubbles, it feels weird, and it is simply a recreation of the scene of Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale.

The statue mermaid blinked in disappointment, and had to turn around in boredom and play with her long blond hair.

Burying all her body in hot water, Zhang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, and if she didn't take a soak after every workout, she always felt that she had lost her soul in exercising.

The incident in Xiangjiang was just the beginning, and the hundreds of onlookers were naturally released.

It's impossible for Fudge to cover the lid at all, and in fact, that's why Fudge is looking around for someone to blame.

Zhang Xiao suddenly laughed, he could only say that creation made people, and the original trading point of Xiangjiang was just to stimulate the pureblood.

Let them move and go to the ring with the Ministry of Magic, who knows what the Ministry of Magic thinks, and actually send someone to sweep the field directly.

Is this a joke? Thought it was a hundred years ago?

How many cannons can be set up by the great powers to blast the country open? Xiangjiang is coming back, how about teasing me?

Zhang Xiao suddenly remembered the joke in her previous life:

After the Great Elder went to England for a walk.

The Queen of England hurriedly found Prime Minister Cameron:

"Ka Zhongtang, what are you talking about?"

"Back to Lafayette, foreigners are coming to build a railway for us"

Galeries Lafayette: "Where does the money come from?" ”

Ka Zhongtang: "The foreigners brought the four major foreign banks to borrow from us"

Galeries Lafayette: "What do foreigners want?" ”

Kazhongtang: "Foreigners ask for trade between five mouths"

It's just that Zhang Xiao didn't know that after his father dragged those people to the construction site to dust them, he still felt that it was not enough, and was thinking about something new.

Hong Kong, Kowloon

Zhang Chengdao looked at the Ministry of Magic beaters who were clumsily stirring the yellow sand cement below, and the Daomen overseer who was roaring next to him (stupid!). The ratio of yellow sand to cement is wrong! ）

These strikers are quite honest, or they are honest as soon as they find out that their wands are not in their hands.

Zhang Chengdao thought for a while, and suddenly said to his wife:

"Sister Shu, let's just leave, leaving Xiaoxiao alone in the West, such a big thing, will those fools in the Ministry of Magic be angry with him?"

Li Qingshu said suspiciously:

"Probably not, isn't there still Principal Deng over there? Principal Deng will definitely protect Xiaoxiao, right? ”

Zhang Chengdao snorted twice, shook his head, and said with emotion:

"Sister Shu, you haven't paid attention to the recent news in the wizarding world

Principal Deng is obviously the top figure in the West, with strong strength, and the Heavenly Master also said that if he is abroad, he and Principal Deng will be a tie.

is a figure like Principal Deng, who was also forced by the Ministry of Magic some time ago, and is no longer the president of the International Federation of Wizards, although Xiaoxiao said that Principal Deng himself is unwilling to be it.

But this will give a wrong signal to those ordinary people who don't know the inside story, that is, Principal Deng is no longer good.

So I'm afraid that the Ministry of Magic will have some bad intentions and can't target us, so I'll target Xiaoxiao.

Although my son is very intelligent and will definitely be fine, he is there to learn, and he is not to deal with such bullshit. ”

Li Qingshu's brows furrowed, in her impression, the government of a country is all the most intelligent people gathered.

They may attack each other because of infighting and interests, but they will not do anything stupid in such a thing that has no interests and will cause great consequences.

And she really couldn't imagine that a person like Dumbledore would be forced into the palace by her country's Ministry of Magic.

"Is the Ministry of Magic really that stupid?"

Zhang Chengdao raised his chin towards the striker who was clumsily plastering below, and sneered;

"Is this something that smart people can do? Directly send these people to attack the territory of other countries? “

yes, this is not an old cerebral thrombosis, can it do such a thing?

Li Qingshu immediately became worried.

After being silent for a while, Zhang Chengdao suddenly said:

"Sister Shu, let's go back to Longhu Mountain immediately."

"Huh?"

"Think of a way! Support Xiaoxiao! ”

Fudge lay down at his lavish desk, his expensive wicked quills fluttering gently.

"Therefore, without an order from myself (the British Minister for Magic), for the sake of the stability of the wizarding world, the Daily Prophet is strictly forbidden to report any negative news about the Ministry of Magic!."

He put down his pen, picked up the parchment, and re-read the sternly worded document.

Well. The meaning here is not clear enough, and it has to be changed

By the way, there is also Rita Skeeter, a woman who is used to using exaggerated statements to report, and she must be warned.

Otherwise, I don't know what he would have written about this incident.

Picking up the quill pen, the gilded tip immediately wrote a line of letters:

"Also- Rita Skeeter, if you don't want to be banned from the Ministry of Magic as a journalist-"

"Bang!"

The heavy wooden door of the office was pushed open again, and the tip of Fudge's pen immediately tilted, leaving a heavy mark on the parchment.

Wild! Wild!

Fudge trembled with anger, is his office so easy to get into now?

How many times? Could it be that the brass bell at the door is fake?

He slapped the quill on the table heavily, whoever it was!

I must teach you a hard lesson, so that you understand what the power of the Minister of Magic is——!

"Dundumbledore! What are you doing here? ”

Fudge jumped up from his chair like a fire on his ass, stammering at Dumbledore, whose face was gloomy and obviously angrier than himself.

Ever since deciding to eliminate Dumbledore, Fudge had avoided meeting Dumbledore, out of fear or for some other reason.

He just didn't want to see Dumbledore (as in the books).

"Cornelius-Fudge!"

Dumbledore's blue eyes stared at him with a deep sense of disappointment and anger, his long beard shaking, and his slender fingers holding a document trembling with a bang.

"I didn't expect — I never thought of you, although I didn't think you were going to be a very good minister.

But I think you should at least be cautious, and at that point, people need a minister who is cautious and doesn't mess around.

It's just that I'm ignoring how quickly a person can be corrupted by power and blinded by power—"

Fudge stepped back in horror, but when he heard Dumbledore's words, his chubby face turned red again, didn't Dumbledore's words mean that he was an incompetent guy, and as long as he sat in the minister's position, the wizarding world would automatically get better?

Too much deception!!

"Nonsense! I-"

“shut——up!”

Dumbledore expressed his attitude in a more direct way, and he slapped the document in his hand on Fudge's desk, not loudly, but as if it pierced directly into the heart:

"Look at it, look at it, this is the paperwork delivered from the East!

Questioning why our Ministry of Magic is openly sending violent teams into the country to attack!

They're asking you, 'Honorable' Secretary Cornelius Fudge – are you going to declare war? ”

Dumbledore thought of the few encounters he had made, and the East had impressed him, with their toughness, their ability to fight hand-to-hand, and the magic system that seemed completely different from that of the West.

Yes, with his wisdom, of course, he can see that the focus of the two sides is different, and both sides have good and bad points.

But the fast and accurate melee combat method in the East is simply a natural restraint for wizards who have long since only cast spells at the level of ordinary wizards.

And this matter was originally the fault of the Ministry of Magic.

I have to say that the cutting with Muggles is too thorough, and the wizarding world is much simpler than Muggles.

At least there is some reason, so the reason is the biggest problem.

Dumbledore didn't care who the Minister of Magic was, nor did he care about the flies.

But he cares about the entire wizarding world, once there is a real conflict with the East, only the most ordinary wizards will be injured.

Thinking of this, he became more and more angry:

"Answer me, Fudge!"

A terrifying sense of oppression poured out of Dumbledore's body, like a monstrous wave, constantly hitting Fudge.

Fudge's lips quivered, and the feeling of being out of breath came back to him, and he looked at Dumbledore, even thinking that the horrible old man might kill himself at any moment.

"Dundumbledore this. This is a misunderstanding! I. I'm just sending people to fight smuggling! ”

Fudge held on to his chair so that he wouldn't collapse to the ground, which was his last decency.

"Fudge, Minister." A sarcastic smile tugged at the corners of Dumbledore's mouth, "I'm just old, not confused."

I know exactly why. So how do you want to fix this? ”

"You say"

Dumbledore said dryly, "Publish, apologize!" ”

"Impossible! The authority of the Ministry of Magic—"

"In your own name, of course, what does the Ministry of Magic have to do with you?"

Fudge's eyes immediately turned red, and he roared loudly, "I'm the Minister of Magic!" ”

"Yes, so what? The Ministry of Magic has had many ministers, and you are just one of them. ”

Dumbledore paused, and asked rhetorically in a strange tone:

"You don't think you're going to be your minister after you've done something stupid like this, do you?

I was going to give you a warning to step back quietly-"

He drew his wand, which was not needed in practice, but the action was more symbolic.

If you don't want to be decent, then I'll help you be decent!

Fudge understood, he looked at Dumbledore in despair, his eyes were filled with tears in an instant, and pleaded:

"Dumb - no, no, no, Albus, you can't do that!

In another way, anything will do, I-I'm willing to pay private compensation-I'll pay, I'll pay 100,000 Galleons!

100,000! Enough for them to renovate that exchange 5 times! ”

The disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes was even stronger

He knew very well what kind of person Fudge was, and if he didn't have more than one million Galleons in savings, he would never be willing to give up a hundred thousand Galleons.

.

The Minister of Magic is paid more than the Director, but less than five thousand Galleons a year.

"Write a public apology, the front page headline of the Daily Prophet."

Dumbledore no longer wanted to look at this exquisitely dressed, pot-bellied creature of power, but instead turned away at the moment.

Once again, he seemed to see the little man with a cheerful smile on his round face, modest and studious, full of affinity.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm Cornelius Fudge.

Your former student, Professor, please teach me how to become a qualified minister. ”

It's a pity. Dumbledore's figure froze a little, Fudge. You didn't listen to the lecture properly.

Dumbledore's figure vanished through the door.

Cornelius Fudge slumped in his chair and let out a low whimper.

He knew he was done.

"Brush-pull—"

Barty Crouch Jr. sat on his desk shaking the newspaper in his hand, and the front page of the Daily Prophet read in huge bold letters, "Cornelius Fudge – Public Apology!" ”

He smiled, lazily gritted his teeth at the newspaper he was holding, and Umbridge, who had read it over and over again, said:

"Dolores, Fudge is done!"

Yes, in the eyes of the public, just a letter of apology, it seems that Fudge's ministerial position will not be shaken, but for those who stand tall enough.

Issuing such an apology would mean the end of the Ministry of Magic's career.

Umbridge also knew this, and she smiled at Barty Crouch Jr. with a sinister smile:

"yes—he's done, but my grudge is still there—"

To be honest, Barty Jr. likes to work with Umbridge.

In his opinion, the master's subordinates are either a bunch of people with ulterior motives who are not pure at all, or they are violent maniacs like Bella who know how to gnaw big melons.

There are not many people who are really willing to use their brains, and among them, Umbridge can be called the best, loyal enough to his master, and good enough to use his brain.

So he laughed:

"Don't worry, Dolores - there's going to be a chance, there's going to be a chance!

Now that he is about to step down, our plans must be accelerated, and we can't wait! ”

Little Barty jumped off the long table, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at the black mark on his wrist with a feverish gaze, his eyes full of madness:

"Let the Great Dark Lord return!"

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(End of chapter)