Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 200 Saints don't die, thieves don't stop

This photo was carefully selected, so Dumbledore's expression on it looks a bit cloudy, as if watching everyone from behind the curtain.

Of course it also includes him now.

Fudge still couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart, and looked away at Umbridge.

He naturally knew that with this incident alone, it was absolutely impossible to bring down Dumbledore who had been in the wizarding world for most of his life.

But at least he can make some concessions.

The purebloods have already discussed with themselves. After the plan is successful, they will cooperate with the Ministry of Magic at the school board to set up a supervisory agency in Hogwarts.

Let the power of the Ministry of Magic really enter Hogwarts, and really be able to impose some constraints on the greatest white wizard.

Hear Fudge's inquiry.

Umbridge considered his words, "Honorable Minister, I have followed your instructions to detain those who dare to disturb the order of the Ministry of Magic in different places and separate them from the perpetrators."

This is also the reason why Allen, Barnabas, Eve, and Xenophilius were imprisoned together. Obviously, Fudge also realized that these leaders could not continue to contact all the newspaper staff.

"After your teaching, I told them the policies of the Ministry of Magic concisely, seriously, and vividly..."

Fudge interrupted Umbridge irritably. Although his confidant was loyal, he was too slippery.

"Deputy Minister Umbridge, I'm not talking about the speech to the outside world now, what about the result? I need the result!"

Umbridge's expression became awkward, and then he said bravely, "I need some time. Langdon Stuart sent those newspaper guys a considerable amount of money in advance, and established a so-called union fund, so that they can receive another payment after this riot."

"Langdon Stuart."

Fudge said through gritted teeth.

Then he took a deep breath, "Their confidence comes from money, but it comes from the confidence of the so-called journalists."

Speaking of this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "They must have declared to the people below that if we don't compromise, then we will not be able to account to the people, but in fact, today's newspapers are printed as usual, which will shatter the foundation of their confidence!"

"You take the newspaper with you later, and let those guys realize that even without them, the British wizarding world would not be without news and newspapers!"

"Of course you can be more tactful in your tone. The conditions we offered remain unchanged. Now is the best time to disintegrate them. Don't mess it up."

Umbridge had an adoring smile on his slack face, "Minister, your wisdom will always shine on my way forward, and it is the guideline and hope of my life. Under your leadership, the Ministry of Magic will surely achieve even greater success."

Hearing Umbridge's flattery, the look on Fudge's face improved a lot.

He looked at the newspaper again, feeling more and more that the photo of Dumbledore on it seemed redundant and annoying, especially those pair of deep eyes, as if watching others all the time.

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"Hope Daily" office building.

Allen went downstairs after washing up. In the hall, Barnabas and some members of the newspaper seemed a little worried.

As soon as the paper was printed this morning, a full copy was sent to them by owl.

Obviously, Fudge wanted to break their confidence through this method.

Allen took the newspaper, glanced at the articles on it, and said with a smile, "Everyone, the fun has just begun."

The top floor of Gringotts.

In front of a huge magic circle, the surrounding elves looked at Perrian in the middle.

The elder broke off his wand-like index finger, and a terrifying magic burst out.

Copies have been delivered to newspapers printed by goblins across England.

Lines of ink-colored text twisted like little snakes, winding forward on the white paper, and after a while, a new article appeared.

"Struggle for Power!Battle of the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts! "

Office of the Minister.

Lucius violently opened the door, waking Minister Fudge who was napping inside.

"Mr. Minister, I think you need to read this new article."

new article?

Fudge rubbed his sleepy eyes, his inspiration told him something big happened, but his brain was still in a state of chaos.

Moshu took out a bottle of potion from the second drawer of the office and took a sip.

After recovering slightly, Fudge looked at Lucius's serious, iron-gray eyes and the newspaper in his hand.

He subconsciously looked at the same newspaper placed in front of him.

He remembered that it was the manuscript that Umbridge had sent in this morning, and he had made sure that there was no problem.

But for the moment, the above article is very different.

A fine layer of cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

"Damn! How do you do things?!"

Fudge didn't read the article, but looked at Lucius angrily.

"Those goblins rebelled? They took refuge in Dumbledore?!"

Hearing Fudge directly talking about Dumbledore, Lucius' eyes flashed coldly, "Be careful, Mr. Minister, maybe you should read the article first."

These years of high-ranking training allowed Fudge to suppress all kinds of distracting thoughts, and turned his attention to this newspaper.

After he finished reading, his expression became strange.

Because those goblins seemed to have betrayed their own side and took refuge in Dumbledore, but they did not completely take refuge in Dumbledore.

Just like the famous saying in the wizarding world, 'You can always trust the contract with the goblin, but never trust the goblin itself'.

What the hell are these goblins trying to do? !

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In the general manager's office of "Hope Daily", Allen, who was having breakfast, saw obvious fluctuations in the space in front of him.

In this place blocked by the anti-transition and shadow-changing barrier, the space is like butter, with several gaps cut out, forming a safe passage for outsiders to come in.

Snape combed back his hair, wearing a perennial black cloak, and walked out with a serious expression.

He looked at Allen, "I didn't expect you to be so stupid!"

Allen pointed to the dessert prepared in front of him, and said with a smile, "I thought it was the principal who came, but I didn't expect Snape to teach you. I hope today's breakfast suits your taste."

Snape didn't sit down, his black eyes stared at the young man who was shining slightly in the morning light.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Just tell the news as it is."

Allen said solemnly, "The right to speak about the news should not only belong to the Ministry of Magic, it should not only belong to me, and of course it should not only belong to the principal. It belongs to the people, just like what I promised when I formed the newspaper union."

"If the union's first action is to profit for a certain party, then the foundation of its existence is false, and it will not last long. Everything we have done is nothing more than deceiving the world in the name of love."

"Since the principal believes in order and rules, freedom and justice must be recognized."

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