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Outside the Carrow family's manor, Fudge straightened his robes with a serious expression.

Old Carlo invited him over today to talk about something, and the person who conveyed the message was the patriarch of the Kaslana family, who Fudge usually relied on the most.

These old guys finally couldn't bear it anymore...

Fudge has always understood how much these guys yearn for war...or rather, death.

They wish that a large number of mixed bloods would die, preferably a number every year!

The farm was just that big and didn't need that many slaves.

He could never forget the Great Purge more than ten years ago, not to mention that he was still the beneficiary of that incident... If it weren't for the several mixed-race politicians in front of him who firmly opposed Voldemort, the position of Minister of Magic would really not be there. to him.

Dumbledore thought he was a mascot who could communicate with the pure-blood family, so he pushed him up... He has always understood over the years, and he has always wanted to get rid of the old man's control.

There are the old man's eyes in the Ministry of Magic.

He would never forget that old man sitting in his office with a cheerful face, smiling and teaching him to issue decrees...hypocrisy!

Fudge is the Minister of Magic!

"Oh, dear Connelly, I think you should do this...instead of that..."

Fudge imitated Dumbledore's tone of voice, his expression full of disgust.

But he still didn't dare to blatantly deny face to the old man... The old man was the strongest white wizard in the magic world.Although his hypocrisy prevents him from using many methods...but the rabbit will bite if he is anxious.

He could only keep testing the old man's bottom line, which also made him understand the old man better than others.

Dumbledore is no longer in the Academy, exactly the same as last time... These old fools thought they could hide from Dumbledore, just like the noseless orphan.

Voldemort's Death Eaters hidden in the Ministry of Magic couldn't even hide it from Fudge, so how could they hide it from the old fox who was always smiling?

It's just Dumbledore's usual fishing method...he can always capture the desires in these people's hearts.

...

Under the guidance of the old butler, we walked into the Carlo Manor. We could see house elves and wizards with the Carlo family crest embroidered on their robes everywhere.

What a fucking style!

Thinking that as the Minister of Magic, he had no elf to take care of him, Fudge couldn't help but curse these old families in his heart.

Even the separated Malfoy can use the elf...

No relatives of old Carlo were seen along the way, and Fudge, who knew all about this, couldn't help but wonder... Could this meal today be for his children?

Everyone knows that the young master and young lady of the Carlo family were captured and taken to Azkaban.

Fudge had indeed advocated for the release of Death Eaters on many occasions, but no one dared to make the decision when the Carrow brothers and sisters had committed too many crimes.

Old Carlo knew about it, so he never mentioned it over the years. He had always lived in seclusion, and even the property had long been handed over to the old butler in front of Fudge.

Maybe the return of Voldemort gave this old guy an opportunity?

Fudge thought this, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

"Mr. Connelly, the master is inside."

I followed the old housekeeper to the second floor and stopped in front of a grand door.

"Ah."

After a simple response, Fudge swallowed nervously.

The old housekeeper glanced at him calmly, with a calm expression on his face and gently opened the door for him.

"Master, Mr. Connelly is here."

"Oh, Secretary Connelly! Welcome to the humble abode."

A hoarse voice came from inside.

Fudge looked around, and the sound should have come from the bright hall on the right.

"Mr. Carlo?"

"Come in, Mr. Connelly."

After turning into the hall on the right, Fudge saw clearly the scene inside after a brief period of discomfort.

There was a long ornate table, with a few elderly people nearly a hundred years old sitting sparsely on it.

Fudge's heart tightened...the Bell family, the Trick family, the Wardmaya family, and...the Kaslana family.

28 Almost all of the families with the richest backgrounds are here, and the magic aura emanating from them makes Fudge almost breathless.

"Mr. Carlo?"

Fudge said with an ugly expression, and looked specifically at the old patriarch of the Kaslana family who had been supporting him from behind.

"Please take your seat first, Minister Fudge...there are still a few old guys behind."

Old Carlo, who was sitting at the front, frowned and coughed briefly before pointing to a seat at the bottom.

"Sorry, I caught some cold... but don't worry, it's not COVID-[-] (just kidding)."

After carefully sitting down, the pressure just now subsided, and Fudge was able to spare his energy to figure out how old Carlo was injured... A cold wind would not make an old wizard cough, unless he was a mentally disturbed person, otherwise no one would Participate in this kind of party even if you are sick, after all, even a little wizard can take cold medicine.

Could it be Dumbledore's man?

Fudge thought, and felt that it was impossible... If Dumbledore had done something, it would be impossible for old Carlo to live to this day and still have the leisure to hold a dinner.

Fudge's flashing expression was noticed by the old people present, and an old man in the table snorted with disgust.

"Is this how the Kaslana family controls their subordinates?"

These words stung Fudge's face.

"Don't talk nonsense, Old Trick...Minister Fudge and us are just partners. The Kaslana family is not qualified to help their subordinates become the Minister of Magic."

The words of the old patriarch of the Kaslana family helped Fudge solve the problem and calmed down his ugly expression a little.

"Please forgive me for my offense, Sir Carlo... I'm just curious, who can hurt you?"

"You know, although I am not as powerful as you, I can still pat my chest and ensure that no one can act recklessly in the British magical world..."

"It's just the wind and cold, Minister Fudge...the physical discomfort can alleviate the pain of missing my children."

Old Carlo interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"So you understand, right? Minister Fudge..."

Fudge nodded obediently, with an apologetic expression on his face.

"Of course, Mr. Carlo...just because I know that you love your children very much, I deliberately moved them to a cell with more people...I hope you can understand..."

Fudge said with a gun and a stick, reminding old Carlo that his two children were still locked up in Azkaban under his command.

"Of course I understand, Minister Fudge...try this..."

Old Carlo waved his hand, and a bottle of elixir appeared in front of Fudge.

"I know you haven't reached the level of reminder from Shi Da Ke's family yet..."

Looking at the bottle of elixir on the table... Even John, the maker of this thing, only gave him three bottles.After all, the Ministry of Magic is not his alone, and he would not dare to take possession of such a precious thing.

"It's still a long time, Minister Fudge... This bottle of gadgets should be regarded as compensation for your early arrival... After all, you are the Minister of Magic who has many things to do... aren't you?"