Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"???" Fudge's mind was now blank. He was stuck in the three questions of life and couldn't extricate himself.

This is so ridiculous!

That's a piece of parchment!

Fudge took a glance and saw that there was at least 12 feet of parchment, which was a little over 3.6 meters long. He was almost suffocating. How many crimes were there on such a long roll of paper? !

"There are some crimes that we can come forward to explain, but there are some crimes, sorry, we cannot bear this responsibility." The old man pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes crossed the parchment, "For example, privately renovating a mansion, And conduct unknown black magic experiments inside.”

"Hey, hey! I told you that I didn't do it!" Fudge shouted angrily, "Why don't you think about it carefully? I've lived there for so long and I haven't found the secret room yet, but... That woman Kit found it as soon as she went to my house!”

An idea flashed in Fudge's mind, and he finally figured out the key, and shouted, "This is a frame-up! Chi Guoguo's frame-up! They deliberately made such a secret room in my house, hid several corpses in it, and then borrowed the help of Ski That stupid woman’s hand put the shit basin on my head!”

"I want to appeal! I want to defend!" Fudge shouted hysterically like a drowning man grasping at straws, "You have all been lied to! You have all been lied to! Don't listen to their lies!"

The old man curled his lips and said, "It's useless to lie, Fudge. You know what you did. So, next time, hide the information about Voldemort's reappearance."

"That's right, that's for a reason!" Fudge defended, "If everyone knew that Voldemort was back, they would definitely fall into panic, which is not conducive to the stability of the magical world of the Corrupt Kingdom. Yes, that's it!"

"But they believe that the public should have the right to know." The old man waved his hand and interrupted his explanation. "Next, let me see, there is no stopping the magical ability test from being carried out at Hogwarts."

Fudge jumped up immediately, "This is all because of Dumbledore! Take a good look, open your eyes and take a good look! What did that bastard do! Not only did he not give me face in front of the whole world, he insisted on bringing in What kind of test is that, and you encouraged everyone in other countries to take the test!"

"It's a fact that you didn't stop him." The old man pointed out this point, "And this makes many pure-blood wizards feel uneasy. If the test results come out, there is no guarantee that they will not be attacked by those Muggles. You have to know, that group of Muggles have been suppressed for too long. If they know that the guy lording it over them is not as powerful as they think, Fudge, do you know what will happen?"

Fudge looked at him blankly.

The old man sighed, feeling that this guy was hopeless, so he could only vaguely remind him, "Do you know what the specialty of France is?"

Fudge was a little confused. We weren't just talking about something as lofty as the social situation. Why did we suddenly switch to French specialties?

But he still subconsciously answered, "Perfume?"

"Wrong." The old man's expression was serious, with worry written all over his face, "It's a strike."

"???" Fudge was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, "Are you kidding? Only Muggles would worry about strikes. We wizards don't rely on a large group of workers to produce! As long as we have magic , Bang! Bang! Bang! What can’t be made!”

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched and he couldn't help complaining, "How stupid were we to choose you to be the Minister of Magic? How come you don't even know what changes have happened in your own country? I mean, how on earth did you get involved? In this position!”

Fudge blushed, "Asshole! I became the Minister of Magic through a legitimate election! It was a real democratic! Election!"

"Please don't say that." The old man looked at Fudge with an expression of disgust, "As long as I think that you were elected by the people of a corrupt country, I will feel that I was out of my mind to elect you, a fool!"

Fudge was breathing heavily, and if it wasn't for the wrong position, he even wanted to press this bastard to the ground and rub it.

In every sense.

"Then you should tell me!" he shouted loudly, "refute me! Criticize me! Belittle me! You should give me evidence!"

The old man curled his lips and said, "Okay, then I'll tell you."

"The master of herbal medicine, Pomona Sprout, has invented a new herbal fertilizer that can quickly produce the required magic potions. Now the market in the Rotten Kingdom is saturated with herbs, and the newly established International Magic Trade Department has cooperated with other The country has reached trade cooperation, and now our herbal medicines have been exported abroad, and a lot of people are needed to grow those herbal medicines."

"The Department of International Magical Trade? Isn't it the International Magical Trade Standards Association?" Fudge was confused. "Isn't it a department under the International Magical Cooperation Department?"

"It was independent last year, you idiot!!!" the old man roared. "Now the International Magical Cooperation Department is responsible for official exchanges, and the International Magical Trade Department is responsible for economic exchanges. Do you understand?! It is now a global economy. It’s time, idiot!”

Fudge shrank his neck and muttered dissatisfiedly, "How come I don't know about this kind of thing?"

The old man almost threw out the parchment roll in his hand, "You don't know how this was approved?!"

Fudge hesitated and couldn't remember for a while that he had signed such a document.

"Of course, this is not a bad thing. At least in the herbal business, many people are making a lot of money." Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, but heard the old man make a twist, "However, the interests of the potion masters have been greatly affected. The impact!”

The old man roared and sprayed Fudge in the face, "Do you know what those people outside did after they got the herbs?! They dared to make those herbs into potions and sell them to us again! Our potion market was almost destroyed They were crushed!"

Fudge was so scared that he shrank into a ball. If the herbalist could be compared to an agriculturalist, then the potions master was a senior researcher at the Institute of Biochemistry.

Although there may be some discriminatory meaning in it, most people would actually rather offend an agriculturalist than a researcher.

Because researchers give people the impression of being very high-ranking, and when it comes to agricultural scientists, many people think that they are the same concept as farmers.

Now, Fudge felt like he was remorseful. He actually offended a group of potion masters over something as trivial as herbal medicine?

This is simply unimaginable!

It means that in the future, even if he goes around 18 turns and buys the potion master's work from others, he won't dare to drink it, okay?

Who knows what those small-minded guys might do? !