Chapter 215: Fudge's Sins

"What are you doing!"

"I'm the Minister! Are you going to rebel?"

Fudge shouted in a cowardly tone.

He didn't touch his wand. After graduating for many years, he was more intimate with his quill than his wand.

He just straightened his chest, as if he thought that if he looked more confident, they would be cautious.

And towards Crouch, he became gentle again.

Barty Crouch was a man in his fifties, with a straight back and stiff movements. He wore a spotless, crisp suit and tie.

The slit in the middle of his short gray hair was a little straight, and his short mustache seemed to have been trimmed with a slide ruler. His shoes were also polished.

But Fudge was cautious not because of Crouch's Percy-style dress.

It was not because Crouch was one of the 28 pure-blooded saints.

It was not because of Crouch's current position.

The Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation just looked powerful.

The British wizarding world regards Dumbledore's halo as its own and claims to be the most powerful. Unless it is for profit (such as the dragon farm in Romania), they are not willing to communicate with other "backward" wizarding worlds.

Because of work reasons, it is considered a shame to dress in a pure Muggle style. This is why Fudge likes Muggle suits and also wears an inappropriate wizard cloak on the outside.

What Fudge is concerned about is Crouch's former identity - the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

All the ministers, except Fudge, were born in this department.

And Crouch was only one step away from the position of Minister of Magic.

Everyone thought that he would definitely be able to sit in that position.

It was not until everyone found out that Crouch's son Barty Jr. was a Death Eater that he was forced to leave the center of power.

But since he took the position of minister until now, Fudge has never relaxed his vigilance against him.

What happened now only proves that his guess is correct.

"Battie, is it because of that child?"

"It's unnecessary, really unnecessary. Even if we pave the way for the child, he still has a long way to go before he reaches adulthood."

"How about this, I'll transfer you back to the Department of Law Enforcement first."

"The director will definitely not do that because of Bones, but I can promise that if you want, you can even divide a field exclusively for you like Arthur."

Crouch just sneered at this.

"Do you still think you have a chance?"

The witch behind him waved her wand, and a document with dragon blood as ink and the seal of Sir Merlin appeared in front of Fudge.

Fudge slumped in the soft chair, extremely desperate.

"Sir document!"

Sir document is a document that will only appear if Sir Merlin reaches a consensus and obtains the approval of the Director of the Department of Magical Law.

The seal of Sir Merlin is a contracted magic text that cannot be forged at all.

And it clearly shows his name and his sentence in Azkaban - twenty years.

Hmm. And his subordinate Umbridge's.

He didn't need to look at it, he had heard Umbridge's scream next door.

"Why? Who?" Fudge was extremely depressed.

"In March 1983, you ordered to cut the research funding of the [Department of Mysteries] but failed."

"In April of that year, you turned your attention to the [Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures]."

"You added the [Office of Misinformation] to the original three offices: [Office of Beasts], [Office of Aliens], and [Office of Ghosts]."

"Let's listen to the job responsibilities of the [Office of Misinformation] to deal with the most serious conflicts between magic and Muggles."

"This is obviously the responsibility of the [Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters]."

Fudge wiped the cold sweat, "This is necessary, you have to pay attention to the 'most serious'."

"In this case, the [Office of Misinformation] will contact the Muggle Prime Minister directly to find a reasonable 'explanation' for the accident."

"It is necessary. It saved a situation that seemed extremely dangerous for a while in the past."

Hearing Fudge's explanation, Crouch became more interested.

He was ready to taste this delicacy more carefully.

"Let me tell you. Its greatest work so far is to convince Muggles that all the video evidence related to the Loch Ness Monster is fake."

"Well, it is indeed quite dangerous."

Fudge quickly added, "Isn't it the job of the [Invisible Task Force] to ensure that magical animals and magical places in the magical world are not noticed by Muggles? It is because they didn't do a good job that the [Misinformation Office] exists."

"Oh," Crouch touched his chin, "What about contacting the Prime Minister? This is obviously the job of the [Muggle Liaison Office]."

"They are responsible for contacting the Muggle government and Muggle authorities. Yeah."

"And the video evidence is fake. Isn't the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee, which is responsible for coming up with some reasons to explain magical events to Muggles, doing a good job?"

"And it is a department with the Muggle Liaison Office. With the coordination of the same department, this information can also be well conveyed to those expert professors."

"Isn't their explanation more professional than that of the Office of Misinformation?"

Fudge's head was spinning, sweating, "Because... Because the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee is responsible for handling minor incidents."

"That's the problem!" Crouch's tone suddenly rose, "Who determines whether it is minor or serious?"

"It's obviously a minor Loch Ness Monster issue that was handed over to the [Misinformation Office] to handle."

"A dragon broke into the village and ate people, and then was killed. You handed it over to the [Muggle Issue Mediation Committee] for such a serious problem."

"Why? Is it because the director of the [Misinformation Office] has the same last name as your wife?"

The disgust in the eyes of the Auror behind Crouch became more intense.

Crouch paused, "You did more than that."

"In July of that year, the [Werewolf Capture Project Group], [Werewolf Registration Office] and [Werewolf Support Services Section] were split into the [Beast Office] and [Alien Office] respectively."

"That's strange, werewolves are obviously humanoids."

"If you discriminate against them, why do you let the [Alien Office] responsible for humanoids nominally provide information and operational support, but actually capture them."

"If you don't discriminate, why register, and verbally divide the capture plan into the [Beast Office] responsible for beasts?"

"Hasn't your little head ever thought that this may cause information to be disconnected?"

"Remember Fennel Greyback?"

"Because of your self-willedness, he killed two Muggle children, but because of the different offices, he successfully convinced the Ministry of Magic that he was just a Muggle tramp. Thus, he escaped punishment."

"After being exposed, your first reaction was to modify the file and change Add "suspected" before "murdering two Muggle children."

"Suspected of murdering two Muggle children, doesn't that sound like a small problem?"

"Ridiculous! Ignorant! Stupid!"

"It's not just the [Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes] and [Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures] that are affected by your actions."

"You have also added a lot of unnecessary work to the [Experimental Spells Committee], [Magic Maintenance Department], [Ministry of Magic Public Information Department], [Magic Education Department], [Wizard Examinations Administration], and [Investigation Committee]. "

"Your micromanagement has made the departments redundant and their functions unclear."

"Of course, your power is even greater. You decide which department is busier and more likely to offend people, and which department is easier and more likely to produce results."

"So, those who work hard can only get more and more tired, and are criticized from time to time."

"The lazy guy who drinks tea and coffee every day and stays in the office to write copywriting is promoted step by step, and gets flowers and honors."

Fudge lowered his head even lower.

The knuckles of the Aurors behind Crouch holding their wands have turned white.

In the past, they just didn't work hard enough.

But now after Crouch's detailed explanation, they completely understood the reason.

It's all because of this dirty, greedy idiot in front of them!

Crouch also took a deep breath, "But even so, you are still not satisfied."

"The political donations you have received are already countless."

"But for more benefits."

"You are eyeing some petty gains."

"You have cut the benefits that many grassroots employees in many departments should have."

"The use of the Floo network, the strict definition of overtime, the disappearance of medical subsidies, and the reduction of field subsidies."

"You have done too much."

"I really regret why you have only been here for twenty years."

"Why is that pink toad (Umbridge) not smarter and doesn't realize that she is just a scapegoat."

Crouch waved his hand, "Take him away."

Fudge did not resist, but lowered his head and let the binding spell shot from the Auror's wand lock his hands and feet.

Before leaving, he suddenly looked up, "Are you the new minister, or Bones?"

Crouch closed his eyes in disappointment, "I thought you would ask what happened to Umbridge."

He ignored Fudge's shouts of "Who the hell is it?" "Who the hell is it?"

He stared at the flames in the fireplace in a daze, as if looking at his former self.

"Power, power, I finally understand how terrifying it is."

"Was I like this in the past? So he followed the Dark Lord?"

——

On the rocks by the sea, Harry and Ron lay on their sides, listening to the sound of waves hitting the shore.

Sniffing the salty and humid sea breeze, Harry frowned, "Where did Ginny go that day?"

"In the end, everyone was paying attention to how short Charlie's hair should be cut, betting whether Bill would return to Egypt immediately."

"Do you know something?"

Ron looked around, then whispered, "Do you remember that crazy girl?"

Harry nodded, "Of course I remember, she was the lucky one who got into the female circle around Bajir."

"That's good," Ron's eyes flashed with fear, "You don't know how brave she is."

"When we were all at the venue, by the lake, she went straight to the big tree."

"You know, there are many rare and dangerous magical creatures gathered near the Forbidden Forest."

Harry was not moved.

He just felt that this girl really had a sixth sense beyond ordinary wizards.

Just by directly discovering the safety of the Forbidden Forest and the rules rooted in people's hearts.

Or discovered that Bajir was in that tree.

Before resonance and dementia, he vaguely saw Bajir nodding at him.

"But... what does that have to do with Ginny?"

Ron raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, as if to ask, 'Aren't we in sync? '

"Have you forgotten? Ginny is Luna's friend."

"She followed behind on her broom."

"But her roommates just thought she was going to the stadium, and I only found out yesterday."

"It's strange, how could that Luna be a Ravenclaw."

"She's so bold."

"By the way, when can we go to Hagrid again?"

"We've been tired of Hogsmeade and the beach for a long time."

Harry hesitated, "We'll have to wait a few days."

Ron made a rude gesture, "He's been crying for a few days, his eyes are swollen."

"What do you mean he failed Dumbledore's expectations."

"He neglected his duty when he was needed most. Fortunately, those little cuties in the Forbidden Forest didn't rush out."

"In my opinion, he didn't see those rare magical animals."

"Stop talking," Harry stood up, "Hedwig is here."

"Hedwig!"

A snow-white owl appeared from the light, with a newspaper tied to its legs.

"I can't get tired of this scene no matter how long I watch it. How cool it is, appearing in the light." Ron also stood up.

He leaned over, "Let me see, what's written in the newspaper?"

"I guess it's still here. These days, newspapers and news around the world are all about this world."

Ron was stunned.

He read out a few titles in a daze.

"【Fudge is arrested, who will be the next minister】"

"【The deputy minister directly enjoys the kiss of the dementor - the mystery of the crime】"

"【Albus Dumbledore = Hogwarts Headmaster + Minister of Magic】"

"This can't be true."

"Dumbledore is also the Minister of Magic."

"How can he be concurrently appointed?"

At this time, a huge red-breasted robin flew across the sky.

In the office full of exquisite silverware and smoke, Dumbledore was yawning.

The lack of sleep recently made him wonder if Gettler had secretly used energy potions.

Suddenly, his eyes became sharp.

The red-breasted robin was flying towards his window.

The red-breasted robin is a small bird the size of a palm.

It is named because it is red-orange from the face to the chest.

The British love the red-breasted robin very much, especially the instinct of male red-breasted robin to patrol and defend the territory they have established, and call it "God's bird". In 1960, it was elected as the national bird by a referendum in the UK.

In the magic world, it is also used as a messenger by the top leaders of the Ministry of Magic and is deeply loved.

It is even specially cultivated to the size of a watermelon with various precious potions and is endowed with many magics.

However, it is rarely used.

It is only responsible for some important letters.

The last time it was used was to inform Fudge that he won the election.

"Cornelly, are you finally ready to go astray?"

Dumbledore sighed.

A silver light flashed across the red-orange belly of the red-breasted robin.

A letter with a beautiful, silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon skin as an envelope appeared in Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore's brow began to frown.

As a great wizard, he could sense the magical fluctuations of the seal of the Merlin Order covered by the dragon skin.