"Barty Crouch?"

Zhang Xiao sat up straight, how could it be Barty Crouch as the minister?

According to his original thoughts, Susan Bones, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, were more likely.

Barty Crouch. Although it is also considered a high position, because of Barty Crouch Jr., Barty Crouch is a downright tragic image in the original book.

If it weren't for his son Barty Jr., he would be the Minister of Magic, and Fudge would just pick up a big leak.

Wait a minute, it seems that it is really very possible, Zhang Xiao took a small sip of black tea, this time the Death Eaters can be said to have committed public anger, especially the kidnapping of the little wizard.

This is simply an unforgivable act in the eyes of parents, and even other people who have no stake in it can feel it.

Dare to kidnap the little wizard today, and don't you dare to come to the door tomorrow to kill people? Well, they do.

Because of fear, people are desperate for a new minister who will give them a sense of security.

Although Susan Bones is also known for her harshness, the feminine filter makes her naturally have a hint of weakness.

What about Scrimgeour?

He is more than tough, but he has a thin resume, and he has served in the violent sector for a long time, and the public has great doubts about his ability to govern.

But Barty Crouch is different, except for Barty Crouch Jr., he has no stain, he is extremely tough, his methods are superb, not to mention that he once gave the people a considerable sense of security.

And even his own son, he showed selflessness and resolutely sentenced Azkaban to life imprisonment.

But here's the problem, Zhang Xiao remembered the situation in the original book of her previous life, little Barty's mother was seriously ill and her time was short, and she begged her husband to save her child.

Barty Crouch eventually relented, and he illegally brought his wife into Azkaban using a monkey version of the Invisibility Cloak made of invisible animal fur.

Then swapped with his son, the Dementors had no eyes in the usual sense, and they could only 'see' two people coming in and two people leaving.

That's why a loving mother has many defeated children.

It seems to be far away.

Zhang Xiao carefully recalled the situation of the Death Eaters in the church, it seems that there is indeed no little Barty, could it be that little Barty is still under the control of Crouch's Imperius curse?

"Zhang, what's wrong? Isn't it good for Barty Crouch to be on the throne? ”

Malfoy asked curiously.

Zhang Xiao shook his head and asked rhetorically:

"Draco, do you think Crouch is on top?"

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, and of course he had to say, "Of course it's a good thing, I heard my dad say that Crouch is a very tough man, and even if Barty Jr. is a Death Eater, he can't shake his will."

He was also the one who authorized the Aurors to use the Unforgivable Curse when confronting the Death Eaters.

My dad also said that Crouch was a big headache for the Death Eaters at that time, and he was very strong in his own right, so if Crouch became a minister, the Ministry of Magic wouldn't be so idiotic, right? ”

That's right, compared to Crouch's ability and Fudge's, that's really a high opinion of Fudge.

Crouch himself is one of the twenty-eight pure-bloods, there is no shortage of money, and the desire for power is not too heavy, and people like them are pursuing the so-called high-end tastes.

Malfoy was right, of course, but now there's Barty Jr.

Zhang Xiao was suddenly stunned for a moment, have I actually started to worry about the selection of the Minister of Magic?

It's my business, Dumbledore is on top of the sky when the sky falls.

"Let's go, Draco—" Zhang Xiao stood up, the robe resting on the back of his chair flying up on its own, slipping smoothly over his body.

"Where are you going?"

"Where else can I go, of course, in class, or will there be Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class later, or are you brave enough to skip Professor McGonagall's class?"

"Transfiguration class? Merlin—I misremembered the day, I thought it was tomorrow, I didn't do my homework yet! ”

"Class?"

The priest's beard was cocked, he looked very old, and he could see that he was very handsome in his youth, and time had sculpted him into what he was now, but it did not detract from his temperament.

Instead, it was like an old wine, fresh over time, and the amazing charm that even Dudley could clearly perceive.

Because it's only a short street, there are no less than ten sexy babes throwing flattering eyes at him.

The handsome old man, with his half-length hair combed back, was not dressed today in clerical attire, but in a suit, tie, and a cane.

It's both stylish and sophisticated.

"Yes. I have to go to school. ”

Dudley muttered, he lowered his head, his chubby body was almost two widths of the old man next to him, "You're right, I want to take revenge on the group of people who killed my father."

But—"

He looked up and looked directly into the old man's clear, blue sky eyes, which was obviously so uncomfortable that Dudley kept writhing unconsciously.

"My dad also graduated from Smetin, and he wanted me to graduate from there, and the most he wanted to see was me wearing Smetin's uniform and leaving the same graduation photo in the same place where he used to take his graduation photo.

I." Dudley took a deep breath, his voice firm; "I want to fulfill his wish."

The old man looked at him in the same way, and the two of them did not speak again, and stood in the crowded street.

Dudley's back was quickly bent again, and he shrugged his eyebrows like a coward, which looked strange, he thought to himself.

"Anything else?" The old man looked at him and said lightly.

"What else?"

"What other wishes, reasons, excuses, etc., let's talk about it together!" The old man twisted his tie impatiently.

"Oh and—and my mom is the only one left in the house now, me. I need to go with her and can't leave her alone. ”

"It's really troublesome—tsk" The old man sighed in distress, and he pressed his forehead (this action made the eyes of several hot girls passing by light up, and they couldn't help but throw a few hot looks.) ）

But seeing Dudley's bewildered eyes, and Dudley's own determination, the old man shook his head and muttered;

"Well, well, who let me choose the one myself.

Boy, it's no problem to go to school, you can continue to go to school, of course only for half a day, and the rest of the time to come to the chapel next door to Smetin-"

Dudley was stunned for a moment, and after trying to recall the school environment, he asked Ai Ai.

"But there's no church next door to Smetin – and it's only for half a day."

"Tomorrow! Don't interrupt! ”

The old man became more and more impatient, and his tone became more and more vicious, and Dudley shrunk his neck and continued to listen:

"The church will be there tomorrow, you have no problem for half a day, because Smetting is one of the schools of the church, and your report card will be as usual, by the way, what are your test scores? I'll have people continue to make tables based on your grades."

"UU (Fail)"

"What? Louder, are you a man? How can a man's voice be so small? “

“U！！！”

“U???”

The old man looked at Dudley in amazement, the kind of look Dudley was very familiar, but he didn't like it, because he had seen humanoids in the zoo with this kind of look.

After being silent again for a while, the old man suddenly whispered, "I've begun to regret it."

Dudley didn't know what was going on, and felt a sudden panic welling up in his heart, that is, he feared that the old man would abandon him so that he would never be able to take revenge on the man who killed his father.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, plucked up his courage, and said in the same low voice:

"Whatever it may be, sir, please give me a chance. I. I worked hard, my father said, I can't be willful anymore, he wants me to be a man, I will definitely become a real man! ”

The handsome old man tilted his head and looked at him for a while, and suddenly said;

"It's going to be hard, and it's going to be hard to train."

"I'm not afraid!"

"Then tomorrow at noon, arrive at the church—"

"Yes!"

The old man waved his hand at him, put one hand in his pocket, and walked away with a cane.

Dudley watched his back go away, and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked:

"Sir, I don't know what your name is—"

The old man raised a hand and turned his back to Dudley:

"Edward Shaw!"

In the huge hall of the Ministry of Magic, wizards from all over the United Kingdom, as well as representatives of ministries of magic from other countries, gathered here to wait for the inauguration ceremony to begin.

Dumbledore stood in the corner, his tall body completely hidden in the darkness, obviously he was so conspicuous.

But the thousands of wizards around him seemed to ignore him, and just lowered their heads and talked happily about their opinions.

Dumbledore listened for a while, mostly focusing on topics such as Death Eaters and toughness.

There seems to be a lot of optimism that Crouch will be able to turn things around as soon as he comes to power.

Whether Crouch can do it or not, Dumbledore doesn't know, after all these years, will the former minister's favorite candidate still be able to maintain the previous form?

Dumbledore just wanted the Ministry of Magic to stop being a stumbling block.

The Ministry of Magic should be a helper, not an adversary.

The cheers all around suddenly rose loud, and Barty Crouch appeared at the other end of the Golden Hall.

People cheered wildly, holding up his picture and name and shaking, as if all the expectations of the world were placed on him.

Barty Crouch walked slowly, he looked to be in his mid-fifties, his back was straight, and his movements were stiff.

Dressed in spotless black wizard robes, not even a single fold could be seen on them, and a short mustache that seemed trimmed with a slide ruler.

The shiny leather shoes rattled on the glittering floor, but the sound was too small compared to the cheers around them.

Dumbledore's azure eyes watched him, watching his every move, scrutinizing his isometric steps as if they had measured.

Watching Barty Crouch all the way to the podium, he read the routine oath without emotion.

Yes, none of this is the point, the voices of the crowd gradually became quieter, and they waited quietly for something.

Crouch read the oath from his script without any surprise, without any grandiose rhetoric, without announcing an immediate hunt for the Death Eaters or anything like that.

Many people sighed, but soon they exonerated themselves again, and the dog that bites people does not bark!

Maybe Barty is holding back something powerful?

The ceremony of inaugurating a minister is actually not complicated, it is usually a swearing-in, inauguration, then passing the test, and finally announcing the end.

Dumbledore's gaze sharpened as Crouch had arrived in front of the waterfall.

This is elven technology, but the Ministry of Magic has never acknowledged it, and they have always claimed that they have developed this waterfall with extremely advanced magical technology.

However, someone who cares discovers that a large sum of money has disappeared from the accounts of the Ministry of Magic, and the insider reveals that the money has gone to the goblin's vault.

He watched as Barty Crouch stood in front of the waterfall and walked in without worry, letting the waterfall wash over his body.

The Fairy Thief Falls, which washes away all spells and magical disguises.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, at least Barty Crouch wasn't the Death Eaters who had traded it for Polyjuice Potion.

As for the Imperius Curse - Dumbledore trusted his eyes.

When Barty left the falls to receive the letter of appointment from the Wizengamot, the long-suppressed crowd finally erupted in cheers like never before.

They raised their wands and fired fireworks to cheer for the birth of a new minister.

Dumbledore shook off his robes, looked back at the lively scene deeply, and walked away in retrograde.

But Dumbledore didn't expect that he had just left and hurried back to the Ministry of Magic again.

Because the first decree that Barty Crouch wanted to implement after taking office was-

Rekindle the Goblet of Fire!

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

I've been telling you about the bad things I've been doing for the past two days, and I'm going to make everyone happy.

The reason for the incident is that when I was applying for the certificate, the handling unit needed me to provide my lease contract and the property right certificate of the house.

This requirement is actually reasonable, the shop I rented belongs to the developer, because the surrounding environment is immature, the developer has no intention of selling in recent years, only renting.

This is also very common, as shops that have been rented out have long since started operating normally.

Then something strange happened, and after I communicated with the developer, I still got the title certificate.

As a result, the handling unit did not approve it, and he asked me to prove that the property right certificate I provided could really prove the property rights of the shop.

I:???

The outrageousness of this incident is probably equivalent to 'I took my ID card to do business, and he asked me to go to the street or police station to prove that the person on my ID card was indeed me.' ’

Outrageous? Is it ridiculous?

The most important thing is that a group of people who don't understand the property right certificate take the residential land on the property right certificate and say that I rent a residence, not a shop (the community and the street can open a shop certificate, and other shops have also been opened.) ）

Break the big defense, brothers, the property rights of the developer are big property rights, and the property rights of the whole community or plot, how can it be commercial land, and the shops are just derivatives of building houses!!

Can this kind of business ability also come out to serve the people?

The world's ridiculous

And that's the end of it? What's even more outrageous is still to come, he actually asked me to go to the developer and apply for the property right certificate for my shop alone.

Knowledgeable brothers will know how outrageous this is!

People don't sell it, and they don't even set the price, which is equivalent to asking for a birth certificate for a child who has not yet been born!!!!

Hahahahaha

Can you understand my sadness, anger, helplessness, and ridiculous feelings? It's like beeping a dog.

A certain hotline also called-

(End of chapter)