novelslam Chapter 107 Umbridge's Path to the Top
Chapter 107 Umbridge's Path to the Top
Chapter 107 Umbridge's Path to the Top
"Ah, Lucius is here!" Fudge said in surprise after a round of introduction.
William turned his head and saw Lucius Malfoy and his silly son Draco.
Lucius is holding a wand in his hand, but the pigeon eggs are gone. It seems that he was robbed by the Ministry of Magic some time ago, and now he doesn't dare to "show off his wealth" in such a high-profile way.
"Ah, Connelly," Malfoy held out his hand as he walked past the Minister of Magic, "hello, I don't think you've met my son Draco."
"Hello," Fudge said, glancing at Draco, "Come on, let me introduce you to the winners of the Order of Merlin."
Malfoy nodded with a smile, obviously he didn't want to let go of this opportunity to broaden his network, otherwise there was no need to attend the banquet.
He was listening to Fudge's introduction, and suddenly saw Mr. Weasley, as if he had been stabbed by a needle, the smile on his face disappeared, leaving the minister behind, and Weasley looked at each other affectionately.
The two stared at each other for 20 seconds, neither of them was willing to look away first.
Malfoy glanced at his wand out of the corner of his eye, making sure that his pigeon eggs were not there, he had no worries, and could fully demonstrate his recently specially trained fighting skills.
Mr. Weasley showed no sign of weakness. He loosened his collar, as if ready to take off his new robes at any moment and go for a big fight.
But no one took the initiative to make a move. The Minister of Magic is still here, so it doesn't matter who makes the first move.
They all had the same meaning in their eyes: Come here, come here!
"Don't, don't do this." Fudge stood between the two of them, and whispered harshly: "It will make the other ministers of the Ministry of Magic laugh!"
The two snorted coldly and took half a step back.
"Arthur, don't be awkward with Lucius in the future, he donated a building to the Ministry of Magic before Christmas, and he is my guest of honor."
Fudge patted Mr. Weasley on the shoulder, obviously not wanting to embarrass Malfoy, the golden pig father, too much.
"Of course." A smile appeared on Mr. Weasley's face, "I am very grateful to Mr. Malfoy for his donation. He certainly doesn't want to go to Azkaban for a few days."
Malfoy showed an ugly look, being plucked by the Ministry of Magic is obviously not a very happy thing, even if he is rich!
"God, Arthur," he sarcastically said in an exaggerated tone, "donating a building to the Ministry of Magic is something I would like to do, but I'm curious, what did you sell to get the invitation letter for the Merlin Medal award?
Sold the house?
But that broken house is not worth so much money, right? "
"Mr. Weasley doesn't need to sell the house, let alone donate it. He is my guest."
William, who had been silent all this time, replied with a faint smile on his face.
"Winners of the Merlin Medal can invite fourteen people. Mr. Malfoy has never won a medal, so he probably doesn't know."
Mr. Malfoy's eyes flicked to William, his eyes were cold, and he clearly recognized the kid who had recently become famous.
William met his gaze without flinching.
Draco's hands trembled unnaturally, seeing the boy brought back bad memories.
He licked his dry lips and took a few steps back, nightmare... He never ate ice cream after that time.
Lucius glanced at William, then at his parents and Hermione's parents, who were undoubtedly Muggles.
William slipped the wand in his hand. If Lucius dared to say some insulting words, he would definitely teach him a lesson in public and never hold back.
Under the gaze of the Minister of Magic, Malfoy said nothing out of the ordinary.He snorted sarcastically at Weasley, then turned and pulled Decora towards his seat.
"Child, take it easy." Fudge laughed. "I think Lucius will know from now on that medal winners can invite fourteen people."
"I wonder who you will invite, Minister, when you receive the Order of Merlin?" A short, fat woman on Fudge's left suddenly said.
The woman had a broad, flabby face and a little black velvet bow in her short curly hair.Her voice was high-pitched and sounded like a little girl's.
"What?" Fudge didn't seem to hear clearly, he looked at the woman, "What did you just say?"
"I said Minister, you will definitely get a Merlin Medal, just in the past few years." The woman said in a sweet and greasy voice.
Fudge was taken aback, as if seeing this woman for the first time.
"Sorry, you are..."
"Dolores Umbridge, Mr Minister." Umbridge had a flattering smile on his face.
"Oh, I remembered, you asked me to promote some books last year, I remember! I transferred you to the Auror office..."
The smile on Umbridge's face was a little stiff. Obviously, her strength did not meet the selection criteria for Aurors. She just wanted to go in and get gilded, but this kind of privilege airborne put her in a bad situation.
After all, Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror office, is not an easy boss.
"You just said that I would get the Medal of Merlin?" Fudge asked interestedly, "Why do you say that?"
Umbridge showed the shy gesture of a little woman, and she complimented: "Under your leadership, Minister, the Ministry of Magic is thriving, captured Tywin, a damned Death Eater, and the invention of the potion, Wolfsbane Potion. ...you deserve a medal for your service.
I think the Order of Merlin, First Class, would be appropriate. "
Umbridge's eyes flashed with just the right amount of admiration.
Fudge obviously still has some integrity, he quickly waved his hands and said: "No, I can't...Albus only won a first-class medal after defeating Grindelwald in 1945...I'm far behind."
William looked at Umbridge meaningfully. This man seemed to be getting promoted, and he was able to help the minister get money, and he was so nice to speak.
Sure enough, Fudge thought for a moment and said, "Umbridge? I remember you. I'll take a look at your inspection form when I get back. If you're not suitable for an Auror, I'll transfer you away."
"Then thank you Minister." Umbridge's voice became softer.
Just then, members of the Wizengamot approached.
They sat down on the chairs, and as far as they could see, there were about fifty people, wearing purple-red robes, with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on the left front chest.
Dumbledore walked over, wearing a black and blue robe, with an extremely happy expression on his face.
He came to the front and looked up at the crowd through the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his hooked nose, his long silvery beard and hair gleaming in the light of the torches.
Dumbledore's dress is so gorgeous, he wears huge gemstones, the number can surround four fingers in a large series, and the dazzling light from them is enough to make Thanos take off his gloves in shame.
The members of the Wizengamot were all whispering to each other.
All eyes were on Dumbledore, and the two elderly witches sitting in the back row stood up and waved, they seemed to be his loyal fans.
The noise in the hall was over, and the medals were finally about to be issued.
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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.)
(End of this chapter)