v4 Chapter 52： The foreign policy of the Great Empire!

Returning to Gringotts Hall again, William saw an unexpected person - Minister Fudge.

He was sitting on the sofa in the hall, chatting with Hermione and Annie.

William frowned, how could he be here?

It is absolutely impossible to be a coincidence. William chose the time for dinner to come to Gringotts just to avoid the large crowd.

Moreover, there were several Aurors at the door, and the minister obviously came to block them.

Did the kidnapping of Dementors happen?

Hermione glanced at William from a distance and gave him a reassuring look, the girl probably just made some words.

After William approached, Fudge stood up, kissed with a kind of elder's hot incision, and reproached: "William, you won't tell me when you go back to England?"

"It's not a big deal, Mr. Minister." William said with a smile.

"Of course it's a big deal, you guys did such an amazing thing in France...I just had a little chat with Hermione, tsk tsk...it's really funny." Fudge smiled.

"Let's go, let's change to a more comfortable place, Gringotts is not a good place to talk." Fudge blinked and whispered, "These **** misers won't like us!"

The group walked through Diagon Alley and came to the Leaky Cauldron.

Tom, the bartender, appeared at once, bending his back and raising his wrinkled, toothless face with a pleasing smile.

William is only now realizing that it is a medical miracle that Tom has survived to this day! With the same name as the Dark Lord, isn't this courting death?

Could it be that Old Tom is also a great wizard at the Dumbledore level, but he keeps it secret and keeps a low profile? !

The wizards around saw William and Hermione, and immediately buzzed with excitement. Some even rushed up to shake hands.

The Aurors immediately stopped the group of blind wizards and acted like bodyguards. If you wear a suit, it's more like wearing sunglasses.

As we all know, the duty of Aurors is not to catch criminals, but to be bodyguards!

"A private room, Tom. The kind that no one bothers you," Fudge said bluntly.

"Okay, Minister!" said Tom. "What do you want? Beer? Brandy?"

"Have some tea," Fudge said. "Eight potions masters made it by hand. I've been obsessed with this lately."

Tom and a few people walked along the narrow passage, and then they entered a small seating area. Tom flicked his finger, and a fire started in the fireplace; he bowed and left.

Several Aurors stood guard at the door.

"Sit down, you three little fellows." Fudge pointed to the three chairs by the fire.

Fudge took off his pinstriped robe, tossed it aside, and sat down across from the three.

The bar owner Tom reappeared with a tray of delicate little tins of tea and toasted gluten.

He put the tray on the table, left the seat, and closed the door behind him.

"Come on, have a taste, have you had dinner yet?" said Fudge, pouring out the tea.

The three nodded without touching the charred gluten.

"I'm still too busy to eat, I'm not afraid you know, the Ministry of Magic has been messing up recently."

Fudge sighed and buttered his gluten-baked gluten with ketchup and burgers. Kind of like the old eight secret small burger.

Seeing William nauseated for a while, he regretted eating so much for dinner.

"Black escape, construction of the Quidditch World Cup grounds, disappearance of Dementors... oh, what a disaster!

This year has definitely been the toughest year in history. "Fudge bit down on the burger.

"Fortunately, that mad woman Arya did not attack London, but chose Paris." The minister said gloatingly.

William just listened, waiting for Fudge to get into the subject.

"Tell me about Paris, William?" Fudge didn't go around too much.

"Mr. Scamander was arrested, Clegane then issued a national wanted notice against you... Dumbledore came to me and asked me to negotiate with the French Ministry of Magic.

Impossible...not just as Clegane said, you work with him..." Fudge said sharply.

"I wonder if there is something hidden here?"

"Mr. Minister, what do you mean...I didn't understand?" William pretended to be puzzled.

"Children, the French Ministry of Magic is using you." Fudge looked angry.

"France caught the wrong people, you mercifully saved Paris, and they used you in turn to maintain the reputation of the Ministry of Magic, I have never seen such a brazen guy!

You should stand up and be brave enough to expose them. ' Fudge urged.

William sighed slightly.

Using William as a tool man and letting him charge into the battle to break the news of the French Ministry of Magic's bad news will definitely divert everyone's attention away from Blake.

Take the opportunity to stir up a wave of national sentiment... Fudge old Trump.

"But! I don't think our affairs in France are important." Hermione couldn't help saying. "That's all over, catching Blake is the most important thing now."

Fudge squinted at Hermione. "Are you blaming the Ministry, boy?"

Hermione held William's hand and felt the temperature of the boy's palm. After a while, the girl's hand stopped shaking. She gathered up her courage, looked directly at the Minister of Magic, and said loudly:

"Yes, I am indeed accusing the Ministry of inaction. You should not waste your time trying to find the truth about Paris or reporting on my relationship with William!"

William immediately nodded in agreement, showing his attitude. If you say it in words, it's probably: "Me too!"

"You two are still young and don't understand. Of course this matter is important."

Fudge didn't care about Hermione's rudeness. He was asking for help, so he didn't have the right to get angry.

"We lost a Dementor in France...you know what?"

"Yes, of course we know, the Dementors attacked us!" Hermione said bluntly.

"Oh, what, bad..." Fudge panicked. "I don't know...the Dementors didn't say...they just said they were driven by the French Aurors..."

Fudge didn't really seem to know, and there was a panic on his face.

After a while, he loosened his collar and said with difficulty, "I will ask about this.

But this confirms my guess even more.

Let me tell you the truth, dementors are as docile as puppies and never attack wizards. "

William nodded slightly, as he could attest, the Dementors were indeed docile, as docile as Anne's **** dog.

Seeing William nodded, Fudge showed a relieved smile: "So how could it be so coincidental that the Dementors will attack you? It must have been deliberately guided by the French Ministry of Magic.

They took the opportunity to capture the dementors, and then broke the news to that dead woman Rita... scheming! "

Hermione squeezed William's hand, and William coughed lightly, trying not to behave abnormally.

In fact, it was William who broke the news to Rita, and he was the one who captured the Dementors.

Fudge stubbornly identified as France, what can William say, and tell Fudge that he did it?

Of course William wouldn't be so stupid, so he had to agree with "Hmmmmmm".

Fudge seemed to get angrier as he spoke, squeezing the burger in his hand, spattering butter all over him.

"Why didn't Blake flee to other countries, but went to France... The French Ministry of Magic is giving Blake political asylum!

The whole thing is all about the French Ministry of Magic behind the scenes! "

Fudge continued: "I'm staring at Paris, I just want to expose the dark side of the French Ministry of Magic, put pressure on them, and they will compromise and hand over Black!

It's that simple! "

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There is no one with this brain-enhancing ability. If William hadn't experienced the whole thing, he would have been fooled by Fudge's rhetoric.

"Why would the French Ministry of Magic do this?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"Why? We're going to host the Quidditch World Cup next year, and we're making a huge investment, betting on the national luck.

The French Ministry of Magic wants to spoil us, it's better to let Quidditch cancel! ' said Fudge angrily.

"Aren't we friendly countries with France?" Anne on the side asked suspiciously The Muggle government signed the "European Union Treaty" two years ago, and the EU will enter into force in November this year... "

"Yeah, yeah .

Let me put it this way, boy, whether it's the Muggle government or the Ministry of Magic, our foreign policy for the past five hundred years has been the same goal - to create a divided Europe!

We pit the Germans against the French, the French against the Italians, and the Italians against the Dutch.

We are doing a lot of regional blackmailing, milking, scolding German clubs, spraying powder... ahem, in short, there is no good wizard in France! "

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