v6 Chapter 3： If William doesn't go out, what's wrong with Nai Cang!

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At the door of the golden elevator, a group of wizards are waiting.

The wizard at the head was short, stout, and slightly bald.

He was wearing a gorgeous robe with red clouds on a black background, and he was holding a green top hat with a silver rim.

Behind the wizard stood a stocky, toad-like witch with a velvet bow in her short hair and a thick folder on her chest.

The other wizards stayed a little further away, with expressions of fear on their faces.

The elevator doors opened, and Minister Fudge walked in first, followed by Umbridge.

As for the other wizards, they felt that they did not keep up, and continued to choose to wait for the next elevator.

"How's the test, Dolores?"

After the elevator doors closed, Fudge asked in a low voice.

Umbridge squeezed his throat and said sweetly:

"Mr. Minister, I went to that cemetery with a team of Aurors and found nothing, no signs of fighting at all."

"But Muggle newspapers..." Fudge hesitated. "A lot of people have died."

"It's just a landslide." Umbridge had already prepared an excuse.

"Complete natural disaster with no human element at all."

"Ah, it's really pitiful." Minister Fudge's tone did not mean much pitiful.

He loosened his collar and said, "So, the so-called place where the mysterious man was resurrected is a fake?"

Umbridge didn't answer directly, just chuckled:

"Minister, do you really believe Dumbledore - that Stark - a little wizard - can fight You-Know-Who and hurt him?"

"William is more than a little wizard." Minister Fudge shook his head cautiously.

"I have seen reports from Paris and Venice. William is really strong. I believe that most Aurors are not his opponents."

Fudge can be considered to have seen the terrible genius of genius.

"So..." Umbridge rolled his eyes and said immediately, "Dumbledore did this for a reason."

"Why?" Fudge pricked up his ears.

"It is nothing more than to increase Stark's prestige and support him to become the youngest Minister of Magic." Umbridge analyzed.

"He only has the last two years left before he can graduate..."

Fudge was silent.

Although the Minister of Magic holds regular elections, the term of office for this position is limited.

In theory, you can run indefinitely, as long as you do well enough.

Therefore, this is an extremely flexible occupation, with occupational life spans ranging from months to decades.

The shortest-serving British Minister for Magic was undoubtedly Basil Fleck - just two months.

At that time, it was still during the Goblin War, and he just came up to top the tank and overdo it.

Flake worked for two months, and kicked him off for the **** reason of the goblin and werewolf alliance.

The longest-serving minister was Faris Spavin. He took office at the age of 109 and served for 38 years.

Fudge does not look forward to lifelong tenure, but one must also have dreams.

His dream is to challenge for sixty years.

Can there be ministers in the world for 60 years?

Then start with him!

It's only five years now, how could he be willing to leave?

Especially the thing about power, once it is contaminated, it can't be quit completely.

But Fudge also developed a sense of urgency.

As Umbridge said, with William's current reputation, he wants to run for election in the future, and it's basically ironclad.

If there is still Dumbledore's momentum, it is not impossible to become the youngest Minister of Magic after graduation.

Especially public opinion thinks that the mysterious man has been resurrected... and William is the only one who can deal with him.

This is a complete re-enactment of Dumbledore.

I am afraid that within two years, British public opinion will all become:

If William doesn't go out, what's wrong with Nai Cang!

And what about his Fudge?

hateful!

The two suddenly shut up because the elevator was on the seventh floor - the Department of Magic and Sports opened.

Mr. Weasley and Percy, standing at the elevator door, appear to be arguing.

Seeing Minister Fudge, Arthur stopped arguing, hesitated, and did not go in for a while.

However, Percy seemed to have seen his father, changed his face at the speed of light, and walked in with a smile on his face.

He said enthusiastically, "Mr. Minister, good morning. And you—the Minister's adviser—Mrs. Umbridge!"

Percy held out his hand eagerly.

Minister Fudge was stunned for a few seconds before he stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Hello... I remember your name—"

"Percy, Mr. Minister." Percy quickly introduced himself.

"I work in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, remember? Just a few months ago, working for Mr. Crouch..."

Percy shut up suddenly.

Crouch is controlled by his son Barty Jr., who is actually working for criminals.

Fortunately, Fudge didn't delve into it, but looked at Arthur who came in.

Mr. Weasley must come in.

Although he didn't want to share an elevator with Fudge, he also caused Percy to talk nonsense and accidentally leaked some news.

During this time, many members of the Order of the Phoenix have been to the Burrow.

And during this time, he suddenly discovered that his son Percy... may have some problems.

It's not a brain problem, it's not a body problem, it's a political disagreement.

Fudge is like a good friend, with a warm face, as if he inquired unintentionally:

"Arthur, isn't your office on the second floor, why are you on the seventh floor?"

The Ministry of Magic is divided into nine floors, and the eighth floor is the main hall.

Because in the depths of the ground, the number of floors is about more, and the farther from the ground.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the largest department in the Ministry of Magic, is on the second floor.

Weasley's office against the misuse of Muggle objects is also on this floor.

Just as Percy was about to answer, Mr. Weasley immediately lied: "I like Gobstone, so I'll come to the Gobstone Club and ask if there is a recent game."

Gobstone is a wizard game that resembles marbles. Every time a point is lost, the winning stone will spray an unpleasant viscous liquid in the face of the loser.

It's an extremely niche game, and it doesn't look very elegant.

But Fudge is worthy of being a minister, and he can catch any topic. He talked eloquently:

"I love the game too, when I was still at Hogwarts, I joined the school's bouldering club.

I still remember our captain, who was a

Erin Prince's girl.

She leads us to a match against the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

After she graduated, she seemed to be married to a Muggle, I remember...she seemed to be Snape's mother. "

Arthur just smiled awkwardly, he didn't like the game at all.

"Have you been busy lately?" Fudge asked again, "I heard you've been busy lately—the toilet sewage is back?"

"Anti-Muggle pranksters!" said Arthur angrily. "It's happened twice recently, once at Wimbledon and once at Elephant and Castle.

Muggles flushed the toilet As a result, not only did the dirt not disappear..."

Fudge interrupted, "Are you in charge of such trivial matters? Sewers?"

"Arthur, seriously, I've always wanted to change your position." Fudge laughed:

"Since Crouch's accident, the Department of International Cooperation and Exchanges has lacked a director.

Your son, Percy, works there too, right? "

Percy's eyes lit up, and he looked at his old father.

He had never been so excited.

Fudge continued:

"This department has to break through the shackles of a tight bureaucracy. We're going to open the windows, get some fresh air, and cut out all the red tape.

I believe in you, you can rejuvenate this creaking old bureaucratic machine. "

"You mean a big cleaning?" Arthur laughed.

"It's true that too many people are just sitting behind desks .

At this moment, the elevator rang suddenly.

"The fifth floor, the International Magical Cooperation Department, includes the International Magical Trade Standards Association, the International Magical Law Office, and the British Seat of the International Magician Federation."

Mr. Weasley said quickly: "Mr. Minister, I still like this position.

All right, Percy, you've got the place, it's time to go down.

I also stopped by to see a good friend of mine. "

Percy was pulled down reluctantly by Mr. Weasley.

Fudge's face darkened instantly.

Umbridge moved towards the elevator, spit, and said:

"What's the matter, shame on your face."

But she didn't keep the distance and vomited on Minister Fudge's shoes.

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