Chapter 222

With so many black wizards, it is impossible for everyone to have business talent.

So what should people without merchant talent do?

Karak had a good idea.

Well, be a street sheriff~

The so-called security guards are the security guards in the business district of Tiantang street. Their work is easy. Of course, the salary is lower than those black wizards who work in shops.

I can't help it. Who told you you didn't have the ability.

"Death bloom" is a big family and doesn't care about raising hundreds of idle people to eat, but for the Ministry of magic, such a "private armed force" is very eye-catching.

Cornelli Fudge has complained many times in his office that Auror of the Ministry of magic in England is not as large as the number of security guards in the business district.

Shame!

He was jealous but helpless.

Because the Ministry of magic doesn't have so much money.

Compared with the oil-rich Paradise Street, their ministry of magic is like a beggar.

But "death blooms", or the good days of Paradise Street have come to an end

It has something to do with Azkaban's prison escape. Should Soren really protect them for the rest of their lives?

Cornell sitting in the office Fudge's mouth gave a sneer.

What big taxpayer, business model.

Go on, go on.

Can't help showing the fox's tail!

He's Cornell anyway Fudge doesn't worry about too much debt and too many lice. Even without Azkaban, his wind rating can't be worse.

Now I'll make up for it. Maybe I can get a good impression and wash the white smoothly.

"Send me an order to let the people of Auror's office and the Department of mystery affairs surround Paradise Street for me. No matter who it is, it is forbidden to enter or leave!"

Cross your fingers, Connelly Fudge looked grave.

After the fire in the Ministry of magic, the break in of the contraband warehouse and the escape of Azkaban prisoners, he became single and more decisive than before.

Let's go to war. Their ministry of magic and death bloom will have a war sooner or later.

It's better to hurry than to hurry. Just today!

"Yes!"

Although cornelli Fudge's reputation in the Ministry of magic is very low, but at this sensitive time, the members of the Ministry of magic really need a leader to lead them through the current difficulties.

Old Fudge's secretary nodded and hurried out of the minister's office.

Now the Ministry of magic is like a fully functioning machine. Every member of the Department is the screw on the machine.

Don't relax!

"Hoo ~"

The secretary is gone, Connelly Fudge breathed out his breath and touched his gray hair with worry.

The incident was so bad that it was even worse than Soren's arson.

Those Azkaban prisoners are all felons. Who doesn't have a few lives?

If this matter cannot be solved as soon as possible, the consequences will be unimaginable!

The Secretary, who had just gone out for a while, suddenly turned back, didn't even knock on the door and ran into the office.

Cornelli Fudge was stunned.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Is it that the prisoners of Azkaban began to be demons!

The Minister of magic was worried.

"It's Karak and Avery of death bloom. They're bringing people, right in the lobby!"

Hear a word, Connelly Fudge was stunned at first, then stood up and bit his teeth.

"Those two things who pretend to be powerful also want to learn from their masters. Ha ha, can I come to the Ministry of magic of England as an individual?"

Laugh back in anger, Connelly Fudge grabbed the bowler hat on his desk.

"I'd like to see who dares to be wild in the Ministry of magic. Last time, for the sake of the overall situation, he achieved Sauron's fierce name. I admit it. Today's big deal is to kill the fish and catch the net."

Avery and Karak.

Can people like pigs and dogs ride on his head?

Cornelli Fudge had never felt so angry as now.

With his secretary, he went all the way to the lobby of the Ministry of magic and saw two principals of Paradise Street surrounded by Auror.

"What are you waiting for? Arrest them!"

It's your biggest mistake to step into the door of the Ministry of magic.

Old fudge waved his hand.

It's not too late to catch such scum first and then ask questions!

"Wait a minute!"

Avery and Karak were in a hurry when they were about to be thrown into prison before they said anything serious.

The people behind them had bright eyes and raised their cameras to take pictures.

"Huh?"

Old fudge was stunned when he swept the costumes of the people behind Karak and Avery.

Cap, linen shirt, camera, notebook.

Not a black wizard, but a reporter

"See, reporter friends, that's how the Ministry of magic persecutes us!"

"We are big taxpayers. As a result, we have not been accepted so far. I disagree!"

The more people there are, the stronger the desire of Karak and Avery to perform.

This fat and thin partner is also interesting.

In the eyes of Daily reporters, this is a great treasure worth digging.

"Wait!"

Seeing things wrong, cornelli Fudge calmed down, too.

Took a breath, he said in a deep voice.

"You are not here to fight?"

With that, he regretted it.

What are you talking about? Don't you give each other a handle!

"Friends of the press, did you hear that? We want to clarify the facts, while Mr. cornelli fudge is going to war!"

"I don't know how our business alliance has become the number one enemy of the Ministry of magic. We rank first in the amount of tax paid every quarter. We are taxpayers. Instead of being protected by the Ministry of magic, we have encountered exclusion!"

Sure enough, Karak and Avery got more and more excited.

"The same is true of this prison break. We are doing business well, and suddenly we are labeled as helping prisoners escape. This is not an injustice to good people!"

"I thought there was some misunderstanding here, but seeing the performance of minister Cornell fudge, now I seriously doubt that it was the inaction of the Minister of magic that led to the collective escape of Azkaban prisoners. In order to shirk his responsibility, he deliberately put the charge on our" death bloom "head."

Thanks to old Fudge's lack of brains as always, Karak and Avery are going crazy.

They were still worried about how to wash white.

Now, public opinion has been completely mastered by them.

The headache turned into the Ministry of magic and Cornell Fudge.

Button a hat?

Shirk responsibility?

Cornelli Fudge clenched his fist and wished to curse the fat and thin scum opposite.

You're innocent?

Anyone with a clear eye doesn't know what's going on with your "death bloom".

Let's just say the name of your organization.

Serious business alliances use "death" to flaunt their own

Are you businessmen or terrorists?