Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

 Chapter 620: Ministers who do not change their terms

Facing Kyle's words, Fudge seemed a little absent-minded and just responded casually: "Yes, I can see it."

 After giving up, he looked around.

Kyle deliberately chose a corner location, not by the window, and there was a large decorative plant next to it. The situation here could not be seen from the outside. Even if he entered the house, most of it would be blocked by the plant. This made Fudge nodded with some satisfaction.

The two of them chatted about some useless topics. It was not until Ms. Rosmerta brought over what they ordered that the smile on Fudge's face gradually faded away.

 After Ms. Rosmerta returned to her seat at the bar, he suddenly said: "I heard Dolores say, do you want to find me?"

 Finally got to the point.

Kyle put down the pumpkin soda in his hand.

 “Yes, Minister, I think you should be told this.”

“Oh? What is it?” Fudge looked curious, as if their meeting was really just a chance encounter.

“It’s about Professor Dumbledore, who once held a conference in his own name.”

 Fudge subconsciously sat up straight, but his face still had a calm expression.

“I’ve heard about it,” he said. “Albus is well-known in the wizarding world and is the Headmaster of Hogwarts. It’s normal to invite a few old friends to get together.”

"Indeed." Kyle nodded, "But the content they discussed is not a topic that is often discussed when friends get together."

"Oh? What is that?" Fudge asked pretending to be casual, "It doesn't matter, just say it, there is always something to talk about when drinking at the Three Broomsticks, isn't it?

"And I will definitely keep it a secret for you and won't tell Albus."

Kyle had no doubts about Fudge's assurance at all.

“They were talking about the resurrection of the mysterious man.”

 In an instant, the warmth and smile on Fudge's face disappeared in an instant. Because of his anger, his face turned red, looking like an angry hippopotamus.

Umbridge next to her also stood up angrily, as if she would hit Kyle with the Cruciatus Curse in the next second.

"Absurd, ridiculous nonsense!" he growled: "The Ministry of Magic has said many times that that person cannot be resurrected and will not be resurrected. I have heard enough of this kind of crazy talk. I thought I could hear it. Something different.”

 “Dolores, is this the surprise you were talking about?” He glanced at Umbridge indifferently, and then looked at Kyle again.

"I don't think I should come to the Three Broomsticks for a drink today. I have to go back to the Ministry of Magic. One last thing, that person will not come back."

 “But some people think he can come back.”

Kyle ignored Umbridge's murderous gaze and said calmly: "This news can bring them enough benefits."

Fudge paused in getting up and looked at Kyle with a scrutinizing look.

“Because everyone knows that the only one who can deal with the mysterious man is Dumbledore. This allows him to establish enough prestige in the shortest time.”

 Fudge's eyes flickered, and he sat back calmly.

“It seems we are doing the right thing,” Fudge said. “Expose his lies in the Daily Prophet so that more people will not be deceived by him.”

"That's because the minister has already exposed his lies." Umbridge's voice became even louder, with undisguised flattery. Kyle felt uncomfortable, but Fudge seemed to be very pleased with it.

“So Kyle, good boy, are you willing to come forward and testify?” Fudge returned to his previous cheerful demeanor, as if he was not the one who was angry just now.

 “I would love to, Minister.”

 After hearing Kyle’s answer, Fudge seemed even happier.

 He ​​had always cared about Dumbledore having Harry Potter as a supporter. Although he didn't want to admit it, sometimes the title of savior was still very influential.

 This is why he has always been so friendly to Harry...

 But things are different now, Kyle is on the side of the Ministry of Magic.

As the youngest member of Sir Merlin and the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, Kyle's popularity has long been almost the same as that of the famous savior Harry Potter.

If coupled with the operation of the Ministry of Magic, it is easy for Kyle to be more famous than Harry Potter.

 He remembered one person who was perfect for the job...Rita Skeeter.

Fudge picked up the red currant rum on the table and drank half the glass in one breath. He could already imagine the scene where Dumbledore's image collapsed and everyone blamed him.

 This is a great good thing for him.

"The Ministry of Magic will remember your contribution." Although he was excited, Fudge did not forget to draw a cake for Kyle, "And I have always been very optimistic about you, Chris can testify to this.

I have mentioned to him many times that you should come to work at the Ministry of Magic, and I think you can break his record and become the youngest Director of the Ministry of Magic in history. "

Kyle quickly noticed Fudge’s last sentence.

 But isn’t Chris the deputy director now? Kyle didn't think Fudge would remember it wrong...perhaps, he wasn't just making a fool of himself.

“Thank you for your trust, Mr. Minister.” Kyle said excitedly.

 Fudge smiled and said, "I believe in my own eyesight and I will never be wrong."

"But I'm curious what that meeting was all about... I mean, did they have any other plans."

“Of course there is.” Kyle thought for a moment and said: “The most discussed thing is to find ways to get more supporters.”

 Fudge's expression changed slightly.

He subconsciously thought of a few days ago when someone said that Dumbledore specifically went to find Amelia Bones and Barty Crouch, who was now placed in the Department of Magical Transportation.

 At that time, he had doubted whether Dumbledore came to him for the position of minister. Now it seems that it is almost the same.

 Because if you want to become the new Minister of Magic, you must get the support of the majority of the Directors, and their votes are crucial.

Fudge was a little panicked because he was not sure how many people Dumbledore had met and whether those people had defected.

However, on the surface, Fudge still pretended to be calm and said: "Every director has a smart mind that can understand the situation. They will not believe the lie of the mysterious man's resurrection. This plan is destined to fail."

"That would be great." Kyle said with a smile: "If that's the case, then their follow-up plans will be ruined."

 “Follow-up plan?” Fudge asked confused: “What is it.”

"It's nothing, it's just Dumbledore's wishful thinking." Kyle shrugged and said: "He said that after becoming the minister, he would do his best to spread the news of the mysterious man's resurrection."

 “Why?” Fudge was a little confused.

Didn’t Dumbledore want to exploit people’s fear of You-Know-Who to gain power? Why do this when you get what you want.

What's the benefit of this? Isn't he afraid that he will be flooded with howling letters?

“Because only in this way can he declare that the magic world has entered a state of war.” Kyle said casually:

“And during the war, there will be no general election of ministers. As long as he doesn’t make too serious mistakes... he can stay in that position.

 “But this is impossible, isn’t it…”

 Bang!

Before Kyle finished speaking, Fudge's hand shook violently, and the half glass of red currant rum he had just picked up fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Ms. Rosmerta at the bar heard the movement and turned her head to look curiously.

 “Can you help me, Secretary Fudge?”

"It's okay, I can handle it." Fudge tried his best to sound as less excited as possible.

 He took out his wand, and the tip of the wand kept shaking, showing that his mood was not as calm as it seemed.

Fudge waved it casually, and the glass immediately returned to its original position, and the rum on the ground disappeared.

"Kyle, I'm glad you can say this." He took a few deep breaths and calmed down his mood before saying, "You have made a great contribution to the stability of the magical world."

 “This is what I should do.” Kyle said modestly.

 “Very good, very good.” Fudge looked a little distracted.

 At this moment, a group of students just walked in from outside.

"Oh, is it so late?" Fudge stood up immediately and said, "I originally wanted to chat with you for a while. Chatting with young people always makes me feel a lot younger... But no, I will return it right away. There is something very important to deal with.

 “I’ll see you off, Minister.” Umbridge said quickly.

Fudge nodded and walked quickly towards the door without even saying anything to Kyle.

 (End of this chapter)