Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Scrimgeour entered the cell.

They are said to be cells, but these rooms under the Ministry of Magic are much better than those in Azkaban. They have chairs, beds, and even a small bathroom.

It's considered a high-level prison.

Of course, there are also rooms with multiple people in them, rooms with particularly poor conditions and leaks, but obviously, with Fudge's status, they can't let him go there.

Now, in this rather exquisite room, there were scattered items all over the floor. Fudge was slumped in his seat, seemingly in a daze.

Scrimgeour frowned, took out his wand, and with a slight wave, all the items were restored to their original positions and returned to their original places. The chair that had fallen on the ground was lifted up, but he did not go over to sit down, but stood there. , like a straight pine tree.

"Three things." Scrimgeour said frankly. He glanced at his watch. "I'm very busy, so we'll keep it short."

Fudge looked confused. Before he could react, the person in front of him had changed. When he found out that the person in front of him was the thief who had stolen his position, his whole body became angry. It seemed that he might jump up from his seat and bite him at any time. people.

However, the new Minister of Magic's palace was not comparable to that of Fudge. He completely ignored his expression and spoke directly.

This made Fudge even more angry. He felt like a clown, unable to jump in front of his political opponent.

"First thing." Scrimgeour raised a finger, "You need to wait until I go to see the Muggle Prime Minister and tell him that we have a new Minister of Magic."

Fudge showed a disgusted expression, "Are you humiliating me? Yes! It must be!"

Although he especially liked to show off his superiority as a wizard in front of the Prime Minister, when he thought that all his previous showing off was to show off Tosclin Gee's power, he had the illusion that he was just a ridiculous supporting role.

"The second thing." Scrimgeour ignored his fury and raised a second finger, "You need to come forward and explain to all wizards that Aurors are brave and fearless warriors who fight against dark wizards, not a certain identity. The bodyguard of a prominent person.”

"You actually ignored it! You actually ignored my words!" Fudge yelled, "Do you think you can make me give in like this? I tell you, it's impossible!"

This time, he not only yelled, but also started kicking things in the room, such as the chair under his butt. Scrimgeour didn't give him this chance and took out his wand. The chair turned into a stone pillar. Fudge kicked it. He went up, screaming like a slaughtering pig, covering his heavy footsteps, and moaning in pain.

"You must handle this matter as soon as possible. I have sent someone to contact the Daily Prophet for you, but an editor from Weird Weekly wrote to me and told me another more effective method." Scrimgeour's His expression seemed to brighten, and Fudge thought it was an illusion. The candle on the wall must have been suddenly stirred by the wind.

Scrimgeour's voice sounded faintly in the room, "We can inform all wizards that on a certain day, the former Minister of Magic will give a resignation speech in Diagon Alley, and I will take over as Minister of Magic."

In fact, the Ministry of Magic has held this kind of event before, but it was a bit embarrassing here. No one came over. After that, the installation ceremony of the Minister of Magic became boring, and even the wizarding hours in some remote places For a long time, I couldn't even remember the name of my Minister of Magic.

Fudge sneered, "That's absolutely impossible. Many wizards live in distant countryside, and they won't come here at all."

"Originally, it should be like this." Scrimgeour's eyes flashed, "But what if this matter has some small benefits for many wizards?"

"What?" Fudge looked confused, not quite understanding what happened.

Scrimgeour glanced at his watch, as if he thought he still had some time to talk nonsense with Fudge, and then said, "Let's talk about the third thing first. In fact, if you can, you can do the second and third things together. .

"Because of your previous mistake, our workload has increased dramatically, but we will not deny our previous decision just because of a trivial matter." Scrimgeour seemed to be telling a tongue twister, speaking words that Fudge couldn't understand, "Before , you seem to have issued humanoid dark creature certifications from the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom of Corruption to 13 vampires."

Fudge narrowed his eyes, and it took him a while to remember this, "This is what Blake forced me to do! It has nothing to do with me!"

Scrimgeour seemed to smile, "Originally we thought this was such a fucked up thing. After all, issuing certifications to dark creatures is like taking off your pants and farting!"

Fudge was startled by his suddenly raised voice and shivered.

"But after I took office, after I was about to cancel the certification of those people, people from Kunlun contacted me." Scrimgeour showed an expression that Fudge couldn't understand. "One of their actions made me enlightened."

Fudge showed a curious expression, not quite understanding what made this stubborn old lion change his mind.

"They said that as long as all dark creatures are issued with an identity certificate, they can be well restrained and managed." Scrimgeour said the answer directly, "Although the process is very tortuous, now, we have passed this The bill - "Act on Strengthening the Management and Restraint of Humanoid Magical Creatures", as long as they are magical creatures certified by the Ministry of Magic, we will give them the same rights as wizards."

Fudge opened his mouth wide, looking at Scrimgeour as if he were looking at a combination of a madman and a fool.

"Are you kidding?" Fudge sneered, "How could anyone agree? Those purebloods will not allow anyone to shake their status. As long as one person objects, they will unite."

As he spoke, he showed an angry expression, "Those bastards just want to hold on to the power and wealth in their hands forever!"

"What if the benefits are enough?" Scrimgeour said calmly, "What if after this thing succeeds, the purebloods will have the rights and wealth of their country, and even have a say in the international community?"

Fudge opened his eyes wide and looked at him in disbelief, "Are you kidding?"

"I think you may have been locked up for a long time recently, so you know nothing about the outside world." Scrimgeour said, "However, the story of this matter has nothing to do with you. There is only one thing you need to do now. .”

He raised a finger and said, "Accept our arrangement, we will let you leave intact, and we will even give you a sum of money that will allow you to spend your old age peacefully. Otherwise, you will kneel in front of the old guy outside and beg. Let him show you mercy that does not exist at all!"