novelslam Chapter 764 Shet's mother provokes Falk~
Chapter 764 Shet's mother provokes Falk~
Chapter 764 Shet's mother provokes Falk~
Walking on the way to the office, Fudge kept saying hello to people, and even met Arthur Weasley and chatted with him a few words.
It made Arthur confused, wondering why this minister who had been wary of him recently was going crazy.
Fudge is really not crazy, but happy!
The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and he couldn't hide his complacency on his face.
My political brilliance is unmatched, he thought.
It was truly unparalleled. In just a few weeks, he removed Dumbledore from the position of president of the International Federation of Wizards and chief of the Wizengamot.
Fudge is so proud!
He didn't expect it to be so easy, and he thought he would encounter a lot of resistance.
It seems that Dumbledore is really old, and his influence is not as good as before.
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Fudge's mouth.
Beating a dog in the water has always been a necessary skill for a mature politician.
In the next step, he will intervene in Hogwarts, take Dumbledore's position as headmaster, and let him go back to Godric's Hollow to plant sugar cane.
Fudge has long said:
Dumbledore would regret it, without his support, even as the headmaster, it would be difficult to move forward.
Only Fudge could tolerate Dumbledore's petty capriciousness.
But now he doesn't want to tolerate it!
In the past few days, Dumbledore has not learned a lesson, and like a mad dog, he delivered a few speeches, telling everyone that the mysterious man is back.
Public opinion... Fudge has already warned the major newspapers in the country, including the "Daily Prophet", to slander Dumbledore as much as possible.
Everything is under control!
Fudge pushed open the door of the office confidently, and walked in slowly.
Before he could sit down, Percy, who had just been an assistant to the minister, knocked on the door and walked in.
He was like a dogleg, holding a cup of hot latte and a stack of newspapers.
There must be a "Daily Prophet", and newspapers in other countries must also be read.
If you care about international current affairs like this, the whole morning will pass.
Fudge sat down in the chair, took the latte, blew on the scum before carefully taking a sip.
No added sugar, milk raisin juice and Jinkela Huoxiang Zhengqi liquid...the taste is moderate.
Percy was getting better at his craft.
But Fudge still misses Umbridge's pour-over coffee.
That's really sweet but not greasy, with endless aftertaste.
"Congratulations, Mr. Minister, I read your report yesterday, and it's really good." Percy licked skillfully.
Fudge was also a little proud, remembering the interview with the "Daily Prophet" the day before yesterday - about him being awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class.
That's right, Fudge was awarded the Order of Merlin this year in recognition of his services to the magical community as Minister of Magic.
At the end of July this year, I will go to the Merlin Medal Awarding Ceremony to receive it.
Although it sounds shameless, Fudge thinks that he is worthy of his achievements.
Just like he said in front of reporters:
"When I first took over the Ministry of Magic, the Ministry's finances were in disarray, and wizards had no money left.
Officials at the director level don't get more than [-] galleons a month, and their allowances are not much.
A year later, the Ministry of Magic has everything, Nimbus 2000, a newly renovated office, perks and benefits. "
Without these, I dare to smear Dumbledore and Stark head-on?
Of course, Fudge didn't say the last sentence to the reporter, but slandered him inwardly.
But after thinking about it, William will also receive the Order of Merlin, First Class, and accept the award with him, Fudge is a little unhappy.
This is the second time William has won the award. Once he appears at the ceremony, he will definitely steal everyone's limelight.
Although Fudge didn't want to award it to William, there was nothing he could do.
Because there are examples to follow.
That year, the famous Ilfracombe incident: a Welsh green dragon attacked a group of Muggles in Ilfracombe, Devon, England.
The Tok family, who was traveling, prevented the casualties from happening.
Tork was also awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class.
In the Quidditch World Cup last summer, William prevented a series of attacks and rescued many kidnapped wizards from various countries.
Even though William has already won the Medal of Merlin once, this award is well deserved and does not contain a little water.
Fudge couldn't stop it, otherwise the pressure of public opinion would be too great.
"What's the news in today's Daily Prophet?" Fudge took a sip of his coffee.
"Well...no big news," said Percy vaguely.
"Is nothing wrong?" Fudge glanced at the calendar.
"According to the time, Vienna should have held the International Conference of Wizards.
With Stark and Granger there, nothing happened? "
Fudge said, laughing, amused by his own humor.
Percy smiled awkwardly, and reluctantly took out the newspaper.
Fudge leaned comfortably on the chair, crossed his hands and put them on his legs, closed his eyes and said, "Read!"
Hope to hear good news, he sent Umbridge there to make trouble.
Percy struggled to read about the attack on Vienna.
Fudge didn't finish his coffee in one sip, and spit it out.
As Percy continued to read, Fudge's face became increasingly ugly.
"Stark claims the events in Vienna were planned by You-Know-Who," Percy read.
"He also showed reporters a lot of evidence, including a Death Eater.
This Death Eater, a wizard from the Rozier family, claims to serve the Mysterious Man.
According to Rozier, the mysterious man ordered him to release the North Sea monster to attack the Wizards Conference. "
Fudge snatched the newspaper, looking at the picture of the siren, completely stunned.
Not to mention, looking at the photos, even he has some confidence!
Minister Fudge continued to read, also frowning and read:
"Stark will receive the Order of the Double-Headed Eagle, [-]st Class, and the Order of Merlin, [-]st Class, which is the second time he has received the Order of Merlin.
When asked by a reporter about his feelings, Stark stated that he would refuse to accept the award with Secretary Fudge.
Because, that is a shame to him.
Stark will become the first wizard in the history of British magic to refuse the Order of Merlin.
Coincidentally, he was also the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin and the first man to receive it twice. "
Fudge was shaking with anger and flushed.He didn't dislike him yet, but the other party actually disliked him!
He looked up quickly again.
"Stark said that the British Ministry of Magic should set up a 'Merlin Peace Prize', specially awarded to Minister Fudge, to satisfy his vanity.
The best thing is to set up a minister mountain and carve his head on it..."
Fudge threw the newspaper on the ground angrily and stomped on it a few times.After a few seconds, after breathing slowly, he picked it up.
"Stark also made a proposal regarding this attack.
He believes that the current situation is difficult, and there must be a president of the federation to actively deal with this matter.
However, within a short period of time, the federation was unable to elect a new president.
Stark proposed that Dumbledore continue to serve as interim president until the matter was over. "
"According to reliable sources, the U.S. representative, Ms. Piqueri, has contacted more than twenty representatives to appeal for this matter..."
Fudge stood up abruptly, with a terrified expression on his face.
"What is Umbridge doing in Vienna?!"
Fudge paced the fireplace, grabbed a handful of shiny powder from a jar on the mantelpiece, and sprinkled it over the flames.
"Martin!" Fudge called into the flames. "Where are you!"
After five or six minutes, a large shape appeared in the fire, spinning rapidly.
"Are you calling me, Mr. Minister?" Martin asked breathlessly.
"Of course I'm looking for you, why did you go there just now!" Fudge said angrily.
"I... I have a stomachache," Martin said.
Fudge did not pursue Martin too much, went to the toilet with pay, and fished at work.
He asked loudly, "What's going on with Dumbledore?!"
Martin is the director of the International Magical Executive Office, which is part of the International Magical Cooperation Division.
In theory, the International Federation of Wizards manages various countries.
But to prevent excessive interference in internal affairs, there is no way to directly manage it.
They usually issue orders, overseen by the Office of Magical Enforcement.
Martin is used to contact the officials of the Federation, which is equivalent to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs with supervisory power.
"What happened to Dumbledore?" Martin asked in confusion.
"International Federation of Wizards, ask him to go back and be the president!" Fudge roared.
"How do you know?" said Martin in surprise.
"It's all in the newspapers! Didn't you see it? You didn't know? You are the director of the International Magic Executive Office!"
"My paper hasn't arrived yet."
"Your newspaper? Don't you have official documents from the Federation?" Fudge was taken aback.
"No. The papers are always late, and I always read the international news in the newspaper." Martin shrugged.
"For example, you dismissed President Dumbledore from his post. I only found out about it two days ago."
Fudge was speechless and out of breath for a long time before cursing:
"What the hell do you have to... Shet's mother messed with Falk~"
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(End of this chapter)