Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

 Chapter 461 Fudge’s Worries

 In the next half hour, the top-level box where they were sitting gradually filled up with people.

Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people who looked like they were wizards of high status. Percy stood up hastily again and again, as if a row of porcupine quills had suddenly grown on his stool.

The last one to come in was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. Others stood up to say hello, but Fudge made an unexpected move.

As if seeing an old friend, he strode towards the front row and extended his hand from a distance.

Percy was absolutely ecstatic.

 The adults are on the other side, there are only a few children here.

Bill and Charlie are abroad. Everyone else is still studying at Hogwarts, but he is the only one working in the Ministry of Magic.

 Could it be that…

Percy's heart began to beat wildly, and he subconsciously bowed and stretched out his hand.

His glasses fell to the ground because he stooped too low.

However, in the next second, Fudge walked past as if no one was watching, as if he were an inconspicuous sculpture on the roadside, or a phone booth, without even looking at it.

 “Oh, Kyle, it’s so nice to see you here.”

Fudge naturally put his hand on Kyle's shoulder and patted him hard, his attitude was much more enthusiastic than when he faced other people.

 “How was your vacation?” he asked kindly.

"Great." Kyle nodded and said, "The Quidditch World Cup is very exciting."

“Yes, I specially left a ticket for you, but I didn’t expect Arthur to beat me to it.” He gave Mr. Weasley a joking look.

Mr. Weasley didn't know what to say, so he could only curl his lips stiffly.

He mentioned Kyle's name when he went to Ludo Bagman to ask for the tickets, but the other party never mentioned this.

 “But then again.”

Fudge continued: "I have been waiting for Albus's owl during the holidays, but you didn't even write me a letter.

　　Do you know what he has been busy with recently? And that potion... I think you know what I'm talking about, it can turn that rat back, right? "

Potion?

Kyle quickly thought that what Fudge was talking about should be the resurrection potion that could restore Peter Pettigrew's Animagus transformation.

 No wonder he is so enthusiastic.

Because of this Quidditch World Cup, Crouch's international reputation has increased a lot. I think this has given him a sense of crisis.

"Don't worry, Mr. Minister." After thinking about this, Kyle immediately said with a smile: "As far as I know, the resurrection potion was boiled a month ago, and there was a big pot, and it was all used on that mouse. I guarantee there will be no problem with it."

"Then I'm relieved. Albus has never had any problems." Fudge said, and then he said with a straight face, "You should contact me. I think I said it before, in this matter, I On behalf of the Ministry of Magic, I will do my best to help you."

"Perhaps Professor Dumbledore doesn't want to cause you any trouble." Kyle said, "It is not an easy task to organize a competition involving one hundred thousand wizards."

"That's true of Albus." Fudge said, pretending to be displeased. "Although there have been a lot of things lately, I have always set aside time for him. I even turned down several owls waiting for him. Important meeting.”

"Meeting? It should be a banquet, right?" Kyle thought to himself, but on the surface he remained as usual, and he and Fudge condemned Dumbledore's extravagant behavior.

This made Fudge look even happier.

 Then he introduced Kyle to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic next to him. He was wearing a gorgeous velvet robe trimmed with gold, but he seemed not to understand Fudge's words at all. Fudge didn't even make him understand the meaning of "youngest member of Sir Merlin" even with words and gestures.

 But when he looked this way, his eyes accidentally fell on Harry's forehead.

He immediately pointed excitedly at the scar and muttered a series of words loudly.

"Oh, yes, Harry Potter..." Fudge walked over and held Harry's hand like a loving father. "You must know that he is the boy who escaped death from the mysterious man."

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic said something again.

It’s just that no one here could understand it, and Harry was even more confused. He didn’t even know how he was dragged here.

"I'm not very good at languages." Fudge whispered next to Harry and Kyle: "When things like this happen, you usually need Barty Crouch. Ah, but he's not here at the moment, but I saw His house elf saved him a seat, what a thoughtful thought...ah, Lucius is here."

 Three more people walked into the box. Lucius Malfoy, Draco, and a woman.

"Ah, Minister Fudge." Lucius came over and stretched out his hand, "Hello, this is my wife Narcissa, and our son Draco."

 “Hello, hello.” Fudge smiled and nodded to Mrs. Malfoy, while also introducing them to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

  However, due to the language barrier between the two parties, the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward.

But at this moment, Malfoy suddenly noticed Mr. Weasley standing aside.

"Oh my God, Arthur." He said softly as if he had seen something incredible: "What did you sell to get the seat in the top box? Your little possessions are definitely not worth so much money, right? "

“I almost forgot that you are old acquaintances.” Fudge said with a smile, “Lucius just recently donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies. Arthur, he is the honored guest I invited.”

 “Oh…that’s great.” Mr. Weasley reluctantly twitched his lips.

Lucius glanced at Hermione again and whispered something to the woman next to him.

Narcissa Malfoy immediately showed a look of disgust, as if she smelled something unpleasant.

 The same thing happened when she saw Winky before. It seemed to her that Hermione, a Muggle, had the same status as a house elf.

However, under the gaze of the Minister of Magic, they did not dare to say anything out of line and walked to their seats without saying a word.

Draco wanted to come over and say hello to Kyle, but was stopped by Narcissa. Lucius looked on and did not stop him.

 “Nasty guy.” Ron muttered. He, Harry, and Hermione turned their attention to the stadium again, looking at the crowd on the other side of the stadium with the panoramic telescope they just bought.

 Then Ludo Bagman rushed into the box.

“Is everyone ready?” he said, his round face shining like a giant ball of cheese. “Minister...can we start?”

"Start as you say, Ludo," said Fudge kindly. "I can't wait to watch a wonderful game."

 “You will not be disappointed.”

Ludo drew his wand, pointed at his throat and said, "Resonant." Then his words thundered through the packed stadium.

 For a moment, his voice was the only thing left in the surroundings.

 “Ladies and gentlemen...welcome!”

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 (End of this chapter)