Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Hearing this, Fudge's face immediately turned green.

To think he would have to shake hands with a werewolf...

Is that appropriate?

I'm asking you, is that appropriate?

That's a werewolf!

Although he seems rational now, what if?

What if he was deliberately attacked when shaking hands with the werewolf?

Even if he wasn't attacked, he couldn't bear it if he accidentally scratched his skin with the werewolf's claws.

He is the Minister of Magic and cannot do such dangerous things!

However, feeling the gazes of the people around him, Fudge gritted his teeth and stood up.

Dumbledore's suggestion was actually good; shaking hands with a werewolf could very well highlight his courage. To be honest, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He hoped the reporters would be sensible so that tomorrow's news headline would be:

【The First Minister of Magic to Shake Hands with a Werewolf】

Before going on stage, Fudge approached Dumbledore and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Headmaster Dumbledore, my safety depends on you."

After saying that, he steeled his heart, put on a smile again, and strode onto the stage.

Seeing Fudge come up, the reporters turned their cameras and started filming him.

Fudge did not rashly go forward to shake hands with Old Pete but listened patiently to Old Pete and Head of House Boton's conversation with a smile.

After waiting for a while, until he was sure that the werewolf was not a threat at all, Fudge opened his mouth with a smile.

"Old Pete, how are you feeling? Do you feel any discomfort?"

To be honest, Fudge didn't care whether Old Pete felt uncomfortable. What he really wanted to know was whether Old Pete still had the desire to attack people.

"Minister, I'm fine," Old Pete replied, softening his voice a lot to avoid scaring the Minister of Magic.

"After drinking the Wolfsbane Potion, I didn't feel anything unusual after transforming into a werewolf. In fact, I feel like I'm still maintaining the form of a wizard."

"That's good, that's good!" Fudge nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at Dumbledore beside him and the cameras in the reporters' hands, and an infinite courage suddenly surged in his heart.

"Delores," Fudge ordered an Auror, "Release this werewolf wizard from the iron cage."

"Since he can maintain his rationality, he shouldn't be treated like this."

"Let him stand next to me and take a group photo together."

Hearing Fudge's words, the reporters were in an uproar.

"My God, the Minister is too brave. That's a werewolf. Although he looks harmless now, it's better to be careful."

"Why didn't I realize that Minister Fudge was so brave before?"

"Suddenly, I feel that Minister Fudge's image has become taller."

"I have inspiration. Tomorrow's news theme will be [Minister and Werewolf Hand in Hand, the Magical World Marches Forward Together]."

Seeing Delores actually go to open the lock on the iron cage, the reporters ran off the stage one after another.

They didn't dare to gamble on whether the werewolf was really harmless. It was great that Minister Fudge was willing to take the lead.

Listening to the reporters' discussions, the smile on Fudge's face grew even more.

After confirming that the werewolf was really not a threat, he seriously considered the feasibility of shaking hands with the werewolf.

Although he could completely shake hands with the werewolf through the iron cage.

But that wouldn't show his bravery at all; instead, it would look stingy.

Since Dumbledore was watching, it would be better to let the werewolf come out of the cage and stand next to him, shaking hands generously.

He believed that the reporters' cameras would record this historic moment.

Fudge thought very clearly; if he didn't do it, he would do it beautifully.

Now it seemed that the effect was good.

The werewolf hadn't even come out yet, and everyone was praising him for being incredibly brave.

Fudge's face was full of longing. He had already imagined how the news would report on him tomorrow.

Soon, all the chains on Old Pete were opened, and he stood up from the iron cage.

After transforming into a werewolf, his height reached more than two meters, making Fudge look very short standing next to him.

Old Pete was very uncomfortable with Fudge's enthusiasm. Under the other party's urging, he hesitantly stretched out his hand and shook hands with Fudge.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I, Fudge, in my capacity as Minister of Magic, personally prove to everyone."

"After drinking the Wolfsbane Potion, werewolves can maintain their rationality and no longer pose a threat to the surrounding people."

"Such werewolves are no different from ordinary wizards and are all part of the magical world."

Suddenly, various flashes of light flashed into a piece, making Fudge almost unable to open his eyes.

"I also have inspiration. Tomorrow's news will be called [The Story That Minister of Magic and the Werewolf Have to Tell]."

"Mine is better. My title is [Shocking! In Broad Daylight, the Minister of Magic Actually Does This Kind of Thing with a Werewolf]."

Hearing the reporters' discussions, Fudge was not angry but smiled even more brightly, feeling extremely proud.

A great success!

It really was a great success!

Although these titles were strange, they would definitely attract the attention of many ordinary wizards.

The more people who knew, the better, anyway, as long as they saw the news content, they would be able to see his heroic figure.

The Minister of Magic standing with a transformed werewolf would definitely be a very explosive visual effect.

It seemed that he must buy all the newspapers tomorrow.

And those news images must also be copied and kept.

That way, even when he was old, he could often take out this evidence and brag to the people around him.

Thinking of this, Fudge held Old Pete's hand and kept adjusting the angle, trying to allow every reporter to find the perfect shooting angle.

Looking at Fudge's smug look, Sebastian shook his head speechlessly.

Fudge was indeed a qualified politician, always able to seize every opportunity to manage his image.

But it didn't matter. Both sides took what they needed. As long as he could benefit, Fudge would definitely let the Ministry of Magic spare no effort to promote the Wolfsbane Potion.

Old Pete could also benefit, allowing more people to recognize Wulfsbane Herbology.

In this way, many hesitant werewolves would join the herb garden.

Just as Sebastian was thinking, Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, came and sat down next to him.

"Congratulations, Sebastian, your Wulfsbane Herbology is completely famous. Many werewolves will definitely go to you later."

"To be honest, I can't help but suspect your intentions for gathering so many werewolves."

"No, no," Sebastian said with a smile to his old boss, "Don't wrong a good person."

"I'm also considering the safety of the magical world. You know, when the herb garden was established, even the semi-finished Wolfsbane Potion hadn't appeared yet."

Scrimgeour did not comment on Sebastian's statement.

In this venue, the most discussed thing was that the threat of werewolves had been greatly reduced.

However, as the head of the Auror Office, Scrimgeour often thought about problems from another direction.

He felt that the threat of werewolves had not decreased but had greatly increased.

Werewolves without rationality were already difficult enough to deal with, and werewolves with rationality would become a nightmare.

Now it was good. Due to the appearance of the Wolfsbane Potion, Wulfsbane Herbology would have dozens of werewolves who could maintain their rationality after transformation.

With a little training, this would be a well-trained werewolf army.

If Wulfsbane Herbology gathered all the werewolves together, even if all the Aurors were added together, they might not be able to do anything about them.

To be honest, if the herb garden wasn't a company under Sebastian, Scrimgeour would definitely suggest to Fudge to limit the development of this herb garden.

However, thinking of the combat power of werewolves after transformation, Scrimgeour was a little envious.

It would be nice if a few reliable werewolf wizards could join the Auror team.

Thinking of this, Scrimgeour euphemistically persuaded him.

"Sebastian, let me discuss something with you."

"I want to select a few werewolf wizards from Wulfsbane Herbology to join the Auror team."

"What do you think?"

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