Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 195 Magical 'Prince' Fudge

Mrs. Stuart's figure emerged from the void little by little.

She was sitting on the sofa facing Lucius just now, drinking black tea elegantly, with a smile in her light green eyes, but Lucius, the wizard, didn't notice it at all just now.

"Your Highness, those wizards are really greedy and stupid."

The old goblin Perrian lowered his head, a look of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"They actually thought that we would treat His Highness's sons as enemies?!"

His voice rose, became thin and short.

"How is this possible? We will never betray His Highness, and we will regain our freedom at any time under His Highness's leadership! Prince Ellen pulled out that sword not because of the stupid and arrogant Gryffindor, but because of the noble blood flowing in his body!"

Finally, he said cautiously, "Your Highness, when can we return to our homeland?"

The goblin Perrian asked cautiously, that is what all goblins dream of.

Mrs. Stuart looked at the old goblin quietly, put down the teacups, and made a crisp crashing sound, "The time has not come, so wait patiently."

"Yes."

After a while, Perrian raised his head, and Mrs. Stuart had left quietly. He thought for a while, and waved his slender fingers like a magic wand.

Hanging above the Gringotts hall, brass bells rang one after another, making a loud noise that only goblins could hear.

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In the lobby of "Daily Hope", Allen is giving an exciting speech to the crowd.

"... Everyone, the reason why we lose our freedom today is because we are fighting for freedom. We are the preachers of news. As the great triple Hermes God said, 'language has wings and magic power'. No one can limit the freedom of speech, just like they cannot limit the freedom of magic!"

The adult wizards couldn't help applauding softly.

They looked at Alan, who was shining brightly on the temporary small stage, and their emotions of self-identity were aroused in their hearts, and they became more and more dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic's restriction of their freedom.

Allen nodded slightly, thanking the applause.

He could clearly feel the role of his several talent titles at this time.

[Elementary Charm], [Power of Waveguide] and [Justice] make his words, actions and expressions more able to arouse the approval of the people around him.

And [Misleader] and [Morning Star] will correct and solidify people's trust in themselves, and even transform it into a unique power of faith.

The most suitable occupation for me is probably a teacher.

Allen complained in his heart that although his many talent titles have little bonus in direct combat power, they will play a huge role in this kind of occasion.

At least let him have the aura of domineering and full of charm.

But being attractive is not enough. Ellen, who is mentally an adult, of course knows this. He looked at the wolf witches below, "These gentlemen, please come with me, and I will prepare a new full moon potion for you to help you regain the freedom of life."

Because of its special configuration method - extracting the blood of the drug user for purification, the full moon potion needs to be customized by senior potionists, so the wolfbane potion on the market is still the main means of restraining werewolf transformation.

Hearing this sentence, the wolf wizards' eyes flashed with excitement, no matter what they thought before, but here in Allen, they really have a sense of pride in being recognized again.

The wizards around saw this scene and nodded secretly, as expected, they were indeed the Son of Hope.

"I heard that this person has recently made a new breakthrough in the full moon potion, and it is even possible to configure a potion that blocks the spread of chamaejasma."

Tarim, a reporter from the Daily Prophet, whispered to the Quibbler reporter beside him.

Here, we don't have the tension we used to have as competitors.

In an environment where even wolf witches are acceptable, everyone has a strong sense of identity as journalists and wizards.

"Really?" The Quibbler's reporter raised his voice. "If he did, then the Ministry of Magic and the Knights of Merlin should award him another medal."

"Ministry of Magic?" Tarim showed a disdainful expression, "I can see clearly that they are not serving their own people - the vast majority of wizards, they are only serving a few people."

As he said that, he looked vaguely out of the window on the first floor. There were shadows hovering there, which lowered the surrounding temperature a lot. This is the dementor sent by the Ministry of Magic to restrict everyone's freedom.

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The Ministry of Magic, Fudge's minister's office, was filled with a strong smell of smoke.

After Lucius came in, he couldn't help pulling out his wand, and a micro cyclone was generated, rolling the smoke into a ball and moving it out of the office.

Fudge saw Lucius coming in with a slightly old and tired face, squeezed out a smile, stood up, and greeted him personally, "Thank you for your help."

Lucius bowed slightly, "This is what we should do. After all, Mr. Minister has always worked hard and made outstanding contributions to the British Ministry of Magic. Now he is just being persecuted by people with ulterior motives. He found that he could not control Mr. Minister more and more, so he arranged this farce."

Hearing 'ulterior motives', Fudge's blue eye bags seemed to cast a shadow.

He knew who Lucius was referring to, the white wizard who 'given' him the position of Minister.

Fudge walked to his desk, stroking the luxurious and delicate grain of mahogany with his palm, this position was indeed vacated by Dumbledore.

But that doesn't mean you need to be grateful all the time.

Fudge sneered.

I am already 'grateful' enough. When I ascended to the position of minister, I wholeheartedly cooperated with Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix to cleanse Death Eaters and pure blood.

He blamed the white wizard who 'was not stained with a little blood' on his body.

However, if more than ten years have passed, that headmaster still thinks that he is just a puppet, then he is very wrong!
Fudge sat in the position of the minister and looked at Lucius, "With the help of the goblin, all the newspapers will be distributed on time tomorrow, and everything will usher in a new turning point."

Lucius looked at Fudge, who was like a silent volcano at this moment. He understood the other party's feelings too well. If the most powerful person in the British wizarding world found out that all his power was fake, the contrast and sense of departure would be enough to make people crazy.

Just like there is no 60-year-old prince in the world.

Fudge, who has been the Minister of Magic for more than ten years, can't bear to have an overlord Dumbledore on his head.

He walked to the desk and took the prepared document, on which was written "Major Mistake!" written in black ink!Dumbledore caused the Hogwarts crisis and killed two Aurors! ".

This is a call to war directly.

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(End of this chapter)