novelslam Chapter 727 William doesn't come out, what's wrong with the common people!
Chapter 727 William doesn't come out, what's wrong with the common people!
Chapter 727 William doesn't come out, what's wrong with the common people!
At the golden elevator door, a group of wizards are waiting.
The wizard at the head was short, fat and slightly bald.
He was wearing a gorgeous robe with red clouds on a black background, and was holding a green top hat with a silver trim in his hand.
Behind the wizard stood a squat, 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 fearful expressions 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 hadn't followed, 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 pinched his throat and said sweetly:
"Mr. Minister, I took a team of Aurors to that cemetery, but found nothing, no signs of battle at all."
"But Muggle newspapers..." Fudge hesitated. "Speaking of the mountain capital over there..."
"It's just a landslide." Umbridge had already prepared an excuse.
"A complete natural disaster, without any human factors."
"Ah, it's really pitiful." Minister Fudge's tone didn't have much pitiful meaning.
He loosened his collar and said, "Then, the so-called place where the mysterious man was resurrected is a fake?"
Umbridge didn't answer directly, but just chuckled and said:
"Minister, do you really believe what Dumbledore said - that Stark - a little wizard - could fight You-Know-Who and wound him?"
"William is not just a little wizard." Minister Fudge shook his head cautiously.
"I've read reports from Paris and Venice. William is really capable. I believe most Aurors are no match for him."
Fudge has also seen the horror of genius.
"So..." Umbridge rolled his eyes, and said immediately, "Dumbledore did this for a reason."
"Why?" Fudge pricked up his ears.
"It's nothing more than trying to increase Stark's prestige and help him become the youngest Minister of Magic." Umbridge analyzed.
"He only has the last two years left to graduate..."
Fudge was silent.
Although the Minister of Magic is elected regularly, there is no time limit for the term of this position.
In theory, you can be re-elected indefinitely, as long as you do a good enough job.
So, this is an extremely flexible career, with career lifespans ranging from a few months to decades.
The shortest-serving British Minister for Magic is 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.
Fleck worked for two months, and kicked him out just because of the bullshit reason that goblins and werewolves formed an alliance.
The longest serving minister was Faris Spavin.He took office at the age of 109 and served for 38 years.
Fudge does not expect lifelong tenure, but one must also have dreams.
His dream is to challenge for 60 years.
How can there be a minister of 60 years in the world?
Then start with him!
It's only been five years now, how could he be willing to leave office?
Especially the stuff of 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, it is basically certain that he wants to run for election in the future.
If there is still Dumbledore building momentum, it is not impossible to become the youngest Minister of Magic after graduation.
Especially if the consensus is that You-Know-Who is back...and William is the only one who can take him down.
This is a complete replica of Dumbledore back then.
I am afraid that in less than two years, the voices of the United Kingdom will all become:
William can't come out, but what can the people do!
And what about him, Fudge?
hateful!
The two fell silent as the elevator opened on the seventh floor - Department of Magical Sports.
Mr. Weasley and Percy, who were standing at the elevator door, appeared to be arguing.
Seeing Minister Fudge, Arthur stopped arguing, hesitated, and didn't go in for a while.
However, Percy seemed to see his own father, and his face changed at the speed of light, and he walked in with a smile on his face.
He said warmly: "Mr. Minister, good morning. And you - Ministerial Adviser - Mrs. Umbridge!"
Percy held out his hand eagerly.
Minister Fudge was stunned for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand, and said with a smile, "Hello... I remember your name—"
"Percy, Mr. Minister." Percy introduced himself hastily.
"I work in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, remember? Just a few months ago, I have been working for Mr. Crouch..."
Percy snapped shut.
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 walked in.
Mr. Weasley had to 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 this morning, he suddenly discovered that his son Percy... might have something wrong.
It is not a brain problem, not a physical problem, but a political disagreement.
Fudge seemed like a good friend, with a gentle 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 deep underground, the more floors there are, the farther it is from the ground.
The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the largest department in the Ministry of Magic, is on the second floor.
The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, where Weasley resides, is also on this floor.
Percy was about to answer, but Mr. Weasley lied immediately: "I like Gobstones, so I'll come to the Gobstones Club and ask if there is any competition recently."
Gobstone is a kind of wizard game that resembles glass marbles. Every time a point is lost, the winning stone will spray an unpleasant viscous liquid on the face of the loser.
This is an extremely niche game, and it doesn't look very elegant.
But Fudge is worthy of being a minister, he can handle any topic, he talked eloquently:
"I also like this game. Back then, when I was still at Hogwarts, I joined the school's Gobstone Club.
I still remember our captain, a girl named Irene Prince.
She led us to a match against Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
After she graduated, she seemed to be married to a Muggle, as I recall... she seemed to be Snape's mother. "
Arthur just smiled awkwardly, he didn't like this game at all.
"Have you been busy recently?" Fudge asked again: "I heard that you have been busy recently-the sewage in the toilet has returned?"
"Anti-Muggle pranksters!" said Arthur angrily, "it's happened twice recently, once at Wimbledon and once at Elephant Castle.
Once the Muggle flushed the toilet, not only did the dirt not disappear..."
Fudge interrupted: "Is this kind of trivial matter your business? The sewer thing?"
"Arthur, to be honest, I've always wanted to change your position." Fudge said with a smile:
"Since Crouch's accident, the Department of International Cooperation and Exchange 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 free from the shackles of a tightly-knit bureaucracy. We need to open the windows, get some fresh air, and cut out all the red tape.
I believe in you, can make this creaking old bureaucratic machine rejuvenate with new vitality. "
"You mean a housecleaning?" Arthur laughed.
"It's true that too many people are just sitting behind desks ... it's time for a good cleaning."
At this time, the elevator suddenly rang.
"The fifth floor, the Department of International Magic Cooperation, includes the International Magic Trade Standards Association, the International Magic Law Office and the British seat of the International Federation of Magicians."
Mr. Weasley said quickly: "Mr. Minister, I still like my current position.
Well, Percy, you're at the place, it's time to get down.
I also stopped by to see a good friend of mine. "
Percy was reluctantly pulled down by Mr. Weasley.
Fudge's expression darkened instantly.
Umbridge spit into the elevator, and poohed:
"What the hell, shame on your face."
But she didn't control the distance well and spit on Secretary Fudge's shoe.
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(Please recommend tickets and monthly tickets, everyone.
Thanks to the two big guys "Zhen Jian Sui Yue" and "Tourist from Hell" for their rewards. )
(End of this chapter)