The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

The French Minister of Magic became more and more excited as he spoke.

And what he said exactly confirmed Link's thoughts.

Under the current circumstances, the only two forces capable of causing such damage to the French Ministry of Magic are the Shadowmen and the International Federation of Wizards.

Now, according to the oral statement of the French Minister of Magic, the suspicion of the International Federation of Wizards can basically be ruled out.

The group of people represented by Old Harris most likely just wanted to take advantage of the situation. The culprit of this incident was the Shadow Man.

But, what is their purpose of doing this?

Link remained silent until the French Minister of Magic calmed down a bit before continuing:

"Then let's continue talking, Mr. Minister, what is going on here? What's going on with the Inferi and the Adhesive Butcher outside? Why are you hiding here?"

As soon as Link finished speaking, the French Minister of Magic, who had maintained his elegance before and maintained a solemn sitting posture like the portrait on the wall even if he was emotional, suddenly widened his eyes, waved his hands in the air, and roared:

"I won't leave! I will never leave! It's only a few months away! It's just a few months away that I can get rid of this mess and become a resident of Sky City! How can I leave? How can I..."

Old Kreil stepped forward and put his hand on the forehead of the French Minister of Magic, using magic to force him to continue sitting on the soft chair, and then opened his eyelids and began to continue the inspection.

After a while, he turned his head and reported to Lin Kehui:

"He's crazy. To be precise, he should have been crazy for some time. What he said before is probably crazy."

"Poor Mr. Minister."

Link sighed and shook his head, a trace of contempt rising in his eyes.

Crazy words are not necessarily lies.

After identifying the Legilimency spell, Link could basically judge that all the information previously disclosed by the other party was true. The ambiguous content was just that the French Minister of Magic really didn't know, and it was not a deliberate attempt to obscure the topic.

As for why there was such a big reaction when asked about what happened at the French Ministry of Magic.

Link thought that maybe what happened here was more than he could tolerate, causing him to go crazy.

But although such people look miserable, they are not worthy of pity at all.

Based on what the other party just said, combined with the information collected by Link himself, this person is a thorough and refined egoist. He only has his own interests in mind. As for the entire French Ministry of Magic and the French Magic The world and even the wizards living on this land are just tools for him to satisfy his desires.

The Shadow Man seduced Principal Maxim, and jointly stole and misappropriated Nico Flamel's inheritance to expand Beauxbatons without any bottom line.

Wouldn't he even know that the Shadow Man was using Beauxbatons' shell to secretly develop his power?

Of course he knew.

After all, he is the Minister of Magic in France.

In terms of his ability to supervise and control subordinate units and wizards in his country, he is much better than Fudge, the previous leader of the Ministry of Magic of China.

Otherwise, he would not be able to completely subdue the pure-blood wizards in the French magic world and implement an equal and open system in the French magic world.

But he just turned a blind eye to Beauxbatons' strength, and even let it go.

The reason is still because of political achievements.

Nico Flamel’s legacy is simply too exaggerated.

If such a large amount of gold galleons were released directly, although it might disrupt the entire gold galleons market and lead to rapid inflation, it would also allow the French magic world to use its financial advantage to plunder resources from wizards around the world, thus further advancing The development of magic in France.

In this way, the economy of the French magic world will reach its highest peak in history in a short period of time.

This would also become his greatest political achievement as the then French Minister of Magic.

As for the French magic world beginning to suffer the consequences of inflation and the bubble bursting after Nicolas Flamel's inheritance is used up, he doesn't care at all.

By that time, he may have already retired, gone to the International Federation of Wizards, and become a resident of Sky City by virtue of his extremely high reputation and long reign.

Then this series of problems naturally has nothing to do with him.

And it was precisely in order to achieve this goal that he not only failed to stop the behavior of the shadow man and Principal Maxim, but even tried his best to wipe the butt of these people.

What happened earlier at the International Confederation of Wizards is a good example.

The French Minister of Magic betrayed the interests of the French magical community not only to please old Harris, the president of the International Federation of Wizards and to extinguish Link's anger, but also to help the Sombra people cover up their mistakes.

Such a selfish person to the extreme does not deserve sympathy at all.

Those who should be pitied are the ordinary wizards who elected this man to the position of Minister of Magic in France.

Their interests, and even their lives, became a bargaining chip in this man's hands, handed over to the devil in exchange for a bad check.

How stupid, how selfish!

Link sighed heavily and stretched out his hand towards Old Kled.

The old Krei on the opposite side understood instantly, put his index finger on the temple of the French Minister of Magic, and pulled out a silk thread that shone with silvery white light.

Link took the silk thread, and with a large amount of magic power pouring out, simulating the effect of a pensieve, a thick fog enveloped the entire minister's office.

Everyone present felt that their eyes were flashing, and the scene in front of them changed drastically.

It can be seen that this is still the minister's office, but it is different from the previous magnificent, palace-like office. The office in the memory of the French Minister of Magic is extremely simple. In terms of comfort level, it is even... It's not even as good as the dirty beaters' lounge in the Ministry of Magic.

The owner of this memory, the first point of view observed by Link and others, is sitting behind a shabby black wood desk, patiently reviewing a document.

It is worth mentioning that.

It is different from the parchment commonly used by the Ministry of Magic in the United States.

The paper used in the French Ministry of Magic is ordinary A4 paper, which is cheaper than parchment paper, and the pen has been replaced by a fountain pen from a magic quill.

Judging from the perspective, the French Minister of Magic who is reviewing documents is sitting in an extremely upright posture. Combined with the surrounding environment and the cheap paper in front of him, he pieced together the image of a good minister who is extremely honest and serious about his work.

But if you take a closer look at what is written on those documents.

All this beautiful image will collapse in an instant.

Because what is written on it at the moment is about transferring the resources of the French Ministry of Magic to the International Federation of Wizards, that is, Old Harris.

The above clearly expresses that the French Minister of Magic is willing to make a huge resource donation to Sky City on the basis of the original results of the "First Mediation Meeting of the International Federation of Wizards" in exchange for the International Federation of Wizards' personal support. .

This includes the hope that the International Federation of Wizards can send peacekeeping troops to garrison the French wizarding world to maintain its rule, and at the same time, give him super-citizen treatment after he retires to Sky City.

This is complete betrayal of the country and seeking glory.

After the document was approved, the French Minister of Magic sealed it tightly and finally put it into a special correspondence channel next to his desk.

Judging from the relieved state of the French Minister of Magic, the letters put into the pipeline should be sent to their destination in an extremely confidential way.

"Bam—"

The office door suddenly opened.

A woman dressed as a secretary ran in hurriedly holding a stack of documents.

The French Minister of Magic's perspective swayed, and he was obviously startled, but he quickly adjusted himself and said coldly to the visitor:

"Didn't I teach you etiquette? Go back! Knock on the door and come in again!"

The stern image of the French Minister of Magic had clearly sunk into the secretary's mind.

The secretary's originally extremely pale face was suddenly frightened and turned a dark blue color.

She carefully withdrew, closed the door, and knocked again.

It wasn't until the French Minister of Magic said "Come in" that he gently opened the door and entered.

"Tell me, what happened in such a panic?"

"Mr...Minister, it was Headmaster Norton of Beauxbatons...he committed suicide in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic in front of everyone!"

"This is impossible!"

The French Minister of Magic slammed the table and stood up, "How could that guy die? And commit suicide? It's really ridiculous!"

"Yes! Yes, I don't believe that Principal Norton committed suicide. It's just that it doesn't matter whether we believe it or not. The key is that everyone else outside believes it! In just a few minutes from the time Principal Norton committed suicide to now, More than a dozen Aurors, clerks and people have committed suicide. This behavior has caused a big commotion in the main hall, and now everyone is storming the reception hall, hoping to find an explanation from the Minister!"

"How presumptuous! Release the Madago cats and let them deal with the thugs who stormed the reception hall!" the French Minister of Magic roared. "By the way, send out the Auror troops and seal off the entire place. Don't let anyone take the news out. !”

"It's too late! Mr. Minister, it's too late!" the female secretary said in a crying voice, "The reporter of the French Magic Post was in the main hall when Principal Norton committed suicide. He had already I left with the portkey, I'm afraid now..."

The female secretary's voice stopped suddenly because a pen had pierced her eye socket, leaving only half of the tail exposed.

"Waste! It's all waste! Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

The French Minister of Magic behind the desk roared and threw various things on the table, venting his anger wantonly.

It wasn't until he gradually calmed down that he suddenly discovered that the secretary opposite him was lying in a pool of blood.

"Oh! Lolita! Are you okay? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it! Don't move, I will help you find a therapist! No, this matter cannot be known to outsiders, so Well, I also have magic potion, white essence, and blood tonic here, come on, come on! Where are they all!?"

The French Minister of Magic muttered to himself, rummaging through his drawers.

He didn't want his secretary to die like this.

This would have a very bad impact on his reputation.

But soon a new problem appeared in front of him.

Except for documents and other important items in his office, the rest of the things in his office were sorted and cleaned by his secretary, so even he himself didn't know where many things were placed.

Normally, there is no need to worry about this. After all, the secretary can be said to be the person he trusts most. If you are looking for anything, just ask the secretary to get it.

But now, the injured person is the secretary!

The French Minister of Magic was sweating profusely, and at this moment, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded.

"The first aid kit is in the third drawer of the bookcase on your right."

"Oh! Oh! Thank you! Lolita! I really don't know without you..."

The French Minister of Magic responded instinctively, but he froze in the middle of his words.

He straightened up stiffly, and large beads of sweat continued to appear and slide down from his head and face, many of which even flowed directly into his eyes.

But even so, he still didn't dare to blink, but stared straight at the pool of blood in front of the desk with wide eyes.

The secretary named Lolita was still lying there quietly.

Less than a minute after the pen pierced her eye socket, a thick layer of blue-black corpse spots appeared on her pale skin.

The only remaining intact eye was currently staring at the French Minister of Magic. The pupil was dilated and lifeless, but it was filled with a light gray magical aura.

The French Minister of Magic fell back into his chair in fear.

In contrast, Lolita slowly twisted her body and stood up in an extremely weird posture.

"Mr. Minister, I would like to borrow your Ministry of Magic. I think you will agree, right?"

"Is it you!? You guys! Get out of here, you dirty bugs! I won't agree to any of your requests. This is the Ministry of Magic! It's not a place for them to be arrogant!"

The French Minister of Magic yelled and pressed the alarm button installed under his desk.

All this fell into Lolita's eyes, but she had no intention of stopping it. Instead, she said with a smile:

"You don't seem to have the qualifications to say this, do you? After all, compared to us, you are more suitable for the two adjectives of dirty and dirty. To be honest, you are the only selfish ruler I have ever seen in my life. There have been Countless times I have asked myself a question: When you were young, you were a high-spirited and outstanding person who was eager to promote the French magic world and lead everyone to live a good life. How come decades have passed, but you have become Has it become like this?"

The door behind Lolita was opened again.

A team of uniformed Aurors walked in.

Seeing this, the French Minister of Magic relaxed a little, pointed at Lolita and said:

"She is controlled by the Imperius Curse and is trying to assassinate me! Get rid of her quickly!"

Hearing this, the Aurors were unmoved.

Everyone stood quietly behind Lolita with indifferent eyes.

This made the French Minister of Magic realize that something was wrong again.

At this time, Lolita tilted her head slightly, opened her rapidly decaying mouth and continued:

"I finally have an answer to this question now."