The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

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The mess on the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic went on for over a month.

At first, the opposition had the upper hand. After all, one of Dumbledore's self-restraints was not to involve power. Although he had a huge reputation in England, there were also some families and individuals who spontaneously flocked to him. In the face of interests, even these "insiders" have different minds.

There is little help but a lot of resistance, and there are still a large group of people waiting and watching.

Until the end of July, Sirius went to Malfoy Manor.

The next day, Lucius stepped up, followed by the Malfoys' allied, vassal families.

Then, due to the contemporary in-law relationship, after Black's main family broke down, some of the Black family who bet on Malfoy also publicly stated their position.

The scales began to tip.

However, the opposition is still persisting, especially those in power such as Fudge, who have shaken the prestige and authority of the Ministry of Magic, which has reduced the power and benefits in their hands. Small trouble, without enough benefit exchange, they will definitely try their best to cover the lid.

Under the siege of many parties, the opposition was at a loss, but they still talked about it indecently, intending to procrastinate indefinitely.

If it develops like that, I'm afraid it will drag on for several years.

However, when the middle of August was about to enter, an explosive piece of news turned the opposition bombers on their backs.

The chief officer who failed to send Sirius into Azkaban according to the procedure, the former director of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, Barty Crouch was attacked in the basement of the old house and was sent to St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital for emergency treat.

"How's Crouch?"

After rushing to St. Mungo's, Fudge asked eagerly.

"Mr. Crouch is out of danger at the moment, but..."

The main therapist in charge of Crouch, Smethyk stopped in the middle of his speech, as if he didn't know how to speak.

"Where is he? Take me there."

Fudge didn't care about the hesitation on the opponent's face at all, and he didn't care about Crouch's situation at all. If it weren't for the special situation now, he hoped that the opponent would vacate his position sooner.

"Uh... yes, Minister Fudge."

After observing his words and expressions, Smethyke decisively shut his mouth, and led a group of people to Crouch's private room.

Following the therapist's "unhurried" pace, Fudge frowned, intending to make the other party go faster, but glanced at the crowd behind him, and still patiently walked forward "slowly".

As the only officially designated medical unit in England, St. Mungo's has a huge area. During the journey, Fudge's patience and footprints were left on the ground little by little.

After casting a veiled glance at the Auror following him, in exchange for a flattering smile from the other party, Fudge missed Umbridge very much.

Doesn't this idiot know how to urge the snail in front of him for the great Minister Fudge? !

In fact, as a senior therapist, Smethyk is so busy every day, his usual speed is definitely not slow, no matter how fast he has to run——

I'm afraid that even if he really runs, it won't be as fast as Minister Fudge's anxious mood.

Facing the resurgent Black, Fudge was pushed ahead by the family that swallowed up a lot of interests, and now those who opposed the retrial of the Sirius case were at a disadvantage. If Crouch, who had the same stand for the time being, had a problem, maybe that would be the case. Under the chaos, the supporters will gain an overwhelming advantage.

Therefore, he urgently wants to meet with Crouch to see how the situation is, at least to drag the former director of the Department of Law Enforcement out of St. Mungo's tonight, because tomorrow morning is another collegiate meeting. , and this time I heard that Dumbledore will also be there.

Without Crouch, Fudge would have to do it himself, and he knew very well that he couldn't deal with Dumbledore with his three melons and two dates.

Not to mention dealing with it, maybe apart from Umbridge, no one really dared to rush up and bite.

Although the woman is ugly and stupid, she is indeed a good dog that can help the Lord bite people.

Thinking of this, Fudge looked around his subordinates angrily again.

Several people looked at each other innocently, and before they could figure out where Mr. Minister was offended, Smethek, who was leading the way, finally stopped in front of the room with the open door.

When they got there, Fudge's complexion became even worse.

There are three nasty guys in the room.

One is lying down and two are standing.

"Ha, Albus, Ernie, it's great to see you here."

Fudge greeted him enthusiastically, as if it was another person that he had been responding to in his heart just now.

"How happy are you?"

Aini replied angrily, happy to see them in St. Mungo?Nothing like a good word.

"Um... this... this..."

Fudge almost choked on his saliva, so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say.

"Don't worry about it, Connelly, Ernie was just joking with you."

It took some effort before Dumbledore couldn't hold back his laughter and smoothed things over in harmony.

"No, it doesn't matter, Professor Scamander is really humorous."

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Fudge changed his address knowingly, and leaned closer to Dumbledore pretending to be unintentional.

From the moment he entered the door, he felt a pressure on Aini. Obviously, due to the previous confrontation or other reasons, the young wizard was not very satisfied with him.

Fudge was not afraid to confront Dumbledore. In the world of rules, the higher the lawful value of a person, the lower the deterrence coefficient.

As the saying goes, a gentleman can be deceived by others.

No matter how powerful the power is, as long as the possessor does not use it to break the rules, it is nothing to fear from those in power.

Moreover, Fudge has always thought that although he is far from being able to compare with Dumbledore in the rules of magic, how can a principal be as good as the head of the Ministry of Magic in terms of human rules?

But Aini is not Dumbledore. No matter in terms of age or behavior just now, this newly promoted wizard is far from being so deep in the city. Maybe he will do something after being provoked.

Fudge could guarantee that if something happened today, the owl's talons would be covered with tidbits from the Minister of Magic tomorrow.

Instead of admitting counsel after being beaten, choose to hold hands before the conflict occurs, which is not shabby.

Fudge triumphantly gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, and then kept thinking about how to add obstacles to Hogwarts and the Breath of Nature, and get some benefits along the way.Thinking of the happy place, I almost laughed out loud.

While Mr. Minister's expression became more cheerful, Aini and Dumbledore's expressions became strange.

Is it true that Fudge has strayed from magic for too long, in spite of the two great wizards who are close at hand?

Even though the two of them wouldn't use Legilimency casually, Fudge's behavior seemed to rush to stuff their thoughts into their heads.

Looking at the scandals that Fudge wrote and directed in their minds, Ernie and Dumbledore tried their best to purse the corners of their mouths.

They are all qualified people, and they will not laugh easily, unless...

"Pfft~"

One made it up, two read it. I don't know who handed out an introduction first, and joyous laughter resounded in the room.