novelslam Chapter 728 This is a life-and-death struggle!
Chapter 728 This is a life-and-death struggle!
Chapter 728 This is a life-and-death struggle!
The elevator door was opened again on the fourth floor.
Mrs. Eckmore, who was standing at the door, was stunned.
She saw a shocking scene:
Umbridge was kneeling on the ground with her head thrown back, a disgusting smile on her lips, and a wad of paper covered in liquid in her hands.
Oh, Merlin's stockings...
Mrs. Aikemo stood there blankly, she wanted to bend for a moment, and made up a strange picture in her mind.
No!
Is this the Ministry of Magic elevator?The two of you are in it... that's ridiculous!
Also... the elevator will stop on almost every floor, and the interval is only a few seconds.
Minister, your speed...is it too fast?
Mrs. Eckmore thought contemptuously.
Umbridge was about to explain, but stopped abruptly.
She didn't realize that the posture was wrong, but she was thinking about other things instead.
What to say?
Literally, it's the spittle on the minister's shoes.
But... what is she?Adviser to the Minister of Magic!
A consultant shines shoes for the Minister, and does this kind of house elf work. If others find out, don't they think that Umbridge got her position by licking the Minister?
Although this is the truth, don't let others think so!
She got to the top by ability and proficiency in business, not by licking!
Umbridge thought a thousand times, and she immediately said:
"Mr. Minister's invisible eye has fallen off, don't be stunned, hurry up and help?"
Mrs. Aikemo hesitated again, and started a new round of brain supplementation.
Umbridge wasn't hinting at her.
No, she is a good woman!
There is a good husband, daughter Marietta goes to school at Hogwarts...the family is happy.
Fortunately Umbridge had already yelled:
"Ah, I found it, I found it, you can go."
Mrs. Eckmore was stunned for two seconds, and was about to leave when Umbridge called out again.
She threatened: "The minister doesn't want people to know that he wears Muggle invisible eyes, so don't talk nonsense, otherwise..."
Mrs. Eckmore nodded hastily, and ran away as fast as she could.
She is just a small employee of the Floo Network Administration, so how dare she go out and talk nonsense.
However, out of sight of Umbridge, a small beetle was holding up the same zoom-out camera, taking pictures.
The angle is tricky and strange!
The elevator shook slightly and went up again. The cold female voice announced: "First floor, the office of the Minister of Magic and the logistics department."
Fudge stepped out of the elevator, passing one after another of shiny wooden doors, each with a small sign bearing the name and title of the occupant.
Fudge enjoys this feeling very much. He has walked this road countless times, and every time he is attracted by the majesty, complexity and unfathomableness of the Ministry of Magic.
Passing by the consultant's office, Umbridge didn't go in, but continued walking, following the minister to his room.
The minister's office looks more like a luxurious living room.
There are no piles of papers, no urgent letters... just oriental rugs, black oak desks, and upholstered chairs.
A famous painting by Boucher adorns the walls, and the bookshelves are filled with books related to Fudge.
Some introduced him, some he endorsed... and some he wrote himself to make money.
Fudge sat down on the velvet couch, and Umbridge poured two glasses of Bordeaux and walked over slowly.
"Okay, Minister, don't be angry, I have other ways to help you deal with Dumbledore."
Umbridge rubbed Fudge's shoulder.
"What way?" Fudge took a sip of the 30-year-old red wine.
"Since Weasley can't do it, we can win over his son, that young man named Percy Weasley."
"Can you?" Fudge hesitated.
The Weasleys were all wonderful, and he didn't think that Percy would be his.
"I'm sure, I can tell, he's the Weasleys, the only 'normal' and 'intelligent'," said Umbridge confidently.
"Go and call him," Fudge urged. "Don't let Arthur see it."
Soon, Umbridge led Percy into the room.
Fudge is reading the book he wrote this year - "The Poverty Alleviation - The Last Poor Wizarding Village in Scotland Uncaps, and the Old Pasture Has New Tricks".
Percy looked at the book, a little excited.
Fudge raised his head and said, "Why, have you seen it too?"
"Yes, I read for half an hour every night before going to bed... I can recite almost every paragraph, Mr. Minister!" Percy trembled excitedly.
Fudge raised his eyebrows, and someone else memorized what he wrote?
This brand-new licking method made Fudge feel a little dark.
He immediately picked out a few passages, and Percy was worthy of being a top student, and indeed he recited them completely.
"Not bad... really good." Fudge looked at Percy, but suddenly said: "Son, I remember that you committed a serious crime of oversight.
You didn't realize that your boss, Crouch, was controlled by his son. "
"I know...it's my fault...but...I..." Percy's lips trembled.
"Son, just such a mistake is enough to ruin your political career." Fudge shook his head and sighed:
"You should be aware that Crouch is mentally disturbed and report it to your superiors promptly."
Percy looked imploringly at Fudge.
"But... I can give you a chance." Fudge lowered his voice and told Percy to sit down.
"As long as you are willing to cooperate with me... naturally no one will make irresponsible remarks, and I can still give you a promotion and a salary increase.
I also have a distant cousin who I can introduce to you. "
If William was here, it would feel very familiar.Because of this cousin, I once wanted to introduce him to him.
"What do you want me to do?" Percy asked.
"Son, your father, what is he doing on the seventh floor?" Umbridge asked immediately.
Percy thought for a moment, then replied, "He went to Ludo Bagman. Bagman owed Gallon of Gringotts.
It looks like they're going to take over Gringotts... I didn't catch that. "
"Gringotts?" Fudge frowned.
Could it be that Dumbledore is already fighting for the goblins, trying to empty him?
Fudge's face became increasingly ugly.
"What else did you hear?" Umbridge asked.
"It's like... the International Conference of Wizards or something... they won't let me near, I don't know..." Percy shook his head.
"International Conference of Wizards." Fudge swallowed.
Could it be that at the conference, it was announced that the mysterious person was resurrected?
"Percy, I can transfer you from the Department of International Exchange and Cooperation and give you a position as an assistant to the minister..." Fudge said slowly.
"Really?" Percy stood up. "Thank you, Mr. Minister!"
"But I need you to help me find out... about Dumbledore and Stark."
Percy struggled.
"Son, you have to know that I already have the evidence of Dumbledore's crime. You are drawing a line with him." Fudge continued.
"Once something happens, your father can't escape, but because of you...he will be safe."
Percy was pale and bit his lip.After a while, he raised his head and said:
"I promise!"
Percy left while Fudge clutched his head with a headache.
The International Conference of Wizards.
Dumbledore is the president of the International Federation of Wizards.
"Minister, it's not difficult to deal with Dumbledore." Umbridge laughed.
"What do you mean?" Fudge turned his head. "He is the president."
"Although Dumbledore is the president of the International Federation of Wizards, he still has another identity, that is, the representative of Great Britain." Umbridge said quickly.
"If you want to become a representative of the United Kingdom, you must agree with the Ministry of Magic. As long as you cancel his qualification, he will not be a representative of the United Kingdom, and naturally he cannot be the president."
Fudge was silent.
British wizards are the presidents of the Federation, which naturally represents great power and status.
Once lost, it will definitely be detrimental to Britain.
but……
Fudge suddenly remembered the first time he had entered the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.
He, like Percy, was ambitious that year.
He was thinking about how long it would take to walk from the main hall to the minister's office.
But when I really came here again, my hair was already bald, and it took a full 30 years.
There was no way Fudge would just give up his position as Minister!
He gritted his teeth.
Politics is not a dinner party, but a life-and-death struggle!
Dumbledore, don't blame me for being cruel.
If you want to blame it, blame it... You are not the minister yourself!
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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.)
(End of this chapter)