All things are three at Hogwarts

The door to the courtroom opened and members of the Wizengamot filed out.

Cornelius and Umbridge remained at the end, Umbridge staring at Harry with a scrutinizing gaze until Harry trotted out of the interrogation room.

"Dolores, take care of your own men and don't cause me any more trouble." Fudge and Umbridge leaned very close and scolded in a low voice.

Allen, who was sitting in the corner of the auditorium, coughed lightly and stood up to remind himself of his presence. Fudge paused suddenly, frowned, and found that it was Allen. He motioned for Umbridge to leave, and walked quickly towards Allen.

When Umbridge passed by Allen, she showed him a flattering smile, which looked like a pink toad. Allen restrained his desire to turn his head and nodded politely in return. Umbridge seemed to have been greatly encouraged, and her expression was in high spirits. She was holding a large roll of parchment in one hand and a small bag in the other hand. Her short and fat figure quickly disappeared into the trial. outdoor.

"Alan, can you give me some time so we can chat?" Fudge invited Alan, "Believe me, it won't take you too much time."

"My pleasure, Minister." The reason why Allen stayed here until the end was precisely for this purpose. Of course, he would not refuse Fudge's interview.

"Please come with me. I don't think this is a good place to talk." Thinking that the conversation between himself and Dolores might have been overheard by Allen, Fudge glanced around the courtroom. The courtroom was empty, but he still felt uneasy.

Allen nodded and followed Fudge. The two stopped talking and ignored the other wizards who also took the elevator and secretly looked at them. They went straight to the underground floor where the minister's office was.

Entering the minister's office, Fudge looked much more relaxed. He took off his magic robe and threw it aside, revealing his white shirt. He lifted up his dark green suit pants and sat down on the super spacious table in the room. behind the desk.

He snapped his fingers and a tray with tea and toast appeared on his desk.

"Oh, Alan," Fudge said while pouring tea, "to tell you the truth, Harry's matter really made us confused. It was actually the dementors who took the initiative to attack him. I thought... … We can’t let this matter get too big and cause a public uproar that will be too detrimental to the Ministry of Magic. This is the most important thing at the moment.”

Fudge took out a plate of scones, took one himself and pushed the plate to Alan.

"Alan, I hope the naysayer will not report what happened in the court today." Fudge looked at Alan from the edge of the tea cup and smiled, like an uncle looking at his favorite nephew.

Allen lowered his head, pondered for a while and said, "Even if the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler don't report it, with Sirius's unwillingness to give up, he will definitely find other media to publicize it."

Fudge waved his bitten scone impatiently, and a few raisins fell on his table. He looked at them with disgust: "Those third-rate media are far less influential than prophets. As long as these two mainstream media do not report it, the daily newspaper and the naysayer, the negative impact of this incident can be controlled within an acceptable range."

"But this is indeed the result of the Ministry of Magic's ineffective supervision of Dementors. The Ministry of Magic must bear corresponding responsibilities." Allen clenched his hands and placed them on the table.

"The Harris family wants control of the Dementors?" Fudge thought that Harris was going to take the opportunity to get back what was rightfully theirs, and his voice couldn't help but rise sharply, and annoyance and worry rushed into his heart.

"Minister, you misunderstood. What I mean is that instead of controlling media opinion, it is better to shift the responsibility to the person who made the management error. If the report is completely suppressed, Sirius will probably protest more violently and use more methods. The only way is to let Only when he sees someone being punished and taking responsibility can he be comforted. Think about it, after all, he himself was imprisoned in Azkaban for thirteen years due to a miscarriage of justice. Sirius' violent temper, if he suppresses it more, he may come back even more violently."

"You mean to push it to Dolores?" The tea cup kept turning in Fudge's hand, and he hesitated: "No, if you can't protect your subordinates, other people in the Ministry of Magic will be disappointed."

Allen raised his eyebrows, gave up the idea of ​​directly defeating Umbridge, and made another suggestion: "Perhaps, you can take back control of the Dementors and directly control them in your own hands. This is equivalent to destroying Umbridge." Ms. Mrich punished her by only losing a position that she mismanaged. To others, your doing so was equivalent to protecting her, after all, she did not completely lose her position."

Fudge nodded and thought to himself: "In this way, the control of the dementors is still firmly in my own hands." He stood up and poured himself and Allen a cup of Ceylon lowland black tea, and recovered slowly. intonation: “Then what will the Quibbler report?”

"It is impossible not to report at all, but the specific details can be described by reporters in more neutral terms, and the length does not need to be long." Allen blinked: "By the way, I have something to ask the minister for help. Do you know that I recently wanted to set up a TV station?"

"Huh? Did anyone in the department prevent you from going through the formalities? I should have told them not to cause trouble for you." Fudge was stunned, thinking that one of his subordinates had taken it upon himself to provoke Harris. "I will tell them to let you go." Fudge had only heard his subordinates report this matter before, but he had no idea about it.

Allen waved his hand to signal that Fugui had misunderstood: "Minister, the procedures for the TV station went smoothly and we have completed the registration. After all, we are not like the short-lived Wizarding Television Broadcasting Company in the early 1980s because it directly used Muggle technology. They were banned by the Ministry of Magic for serious violations of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy before they even broadcast any programs. Our wizarding TV modified by Harris is completely incompatible with Muggles in terms of signal and energy. After all, TV and Radio is different. When Muggles overhear a wizarding radio station, it's easy for them to think they heard wrong or think it was a prank; but when they accidentally see a wizarding TV program, it's not so easy to believe it."

"So, Allen, what do you want me to help with?" Fudge was a little confused. Although he didn't understand these things at all, it sounded like there was no violation of regulations. So what about Harris?

"What I mean is, after all, there won't be only the Harris family TV station in the future. I suggest that the Ministry of Magic needs to establish a relevant department for unified management. However, since this is an emerging industry, the professional candidates for this department will be decided by us, Harris. Well, after all, we are now the first family to come into contact with this matter, so we can look at the problem from both the perspective of the Ministry of Magic and the TV station. By constantly compromising and improving, we can eventually formulate the most reasonable management laws. Of course, this new department The authority and scope do not affect the functions of other existing departments of the Ministry of Magic. It only manages the film and television industry and its related content. I hope you can give permission, Minister." Alan asked pretendingly, but he did not mean to beg at all.

Fudge understood that this was a condition put forward by the other party not to report the Dementor's attack on the Saviors and Muggles.

It's just that Fudge is a little hesitant about Harris possibly taking control of a new media. Although the other party's reasons are grand, he has no idea what kind of impact this so-called TV station may have.

"In fact, we have already built several prototypes and asked Mr. Tilden Toots, the host of the Wizarding Radio Network, and Miss Fleur Delacour from the Ministry of Magic to temporarily record a pilot episode for us. Then we will With heavy advertising in The Quibbler and the Daily Prophet, and pilots in places like Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, the limelight brought by these new things will certainly turn the public's attention to the attack on Harry. The attention is reduced to a minimum so that it is no longer so conspicuous. What do you think? Minister."

Fudge thought over and over again, and finally agreed to give approval for the establishment of relevant functional departments of the television station. He was convinced by Allen, and he was now eager to get rid of the impact of the Dementor incident. On the other hand, he was worried that if he didn't give anything, the things reported by the naysayer, whose sales volume was second only to the Daily Prophet It would be very disadvantageous if Dumbledore took the opportunity to attack him...