The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

"No, there's no need to explain. I don't mean to blame you. Just pay attention next time."

Fudge squeezed the swollen eyebrows, and the fleshy nose was greasy on the palm.

He knew that he still had too few people available. Of course, this meant not the subordinates who could obey the orders of the Minister of Magic, but those who could do some not-so-glamorous jobs for Cornelius Fudge.

Among these few three melons, Umbridge is definitely not the most capable, but there are indications that she is probably the one with the least limit.

In terms of usage, there is no lower limit, but it is an advantage.

I just spent a long time wrangling with a group of old and young foxes, which made Fudge a little irritable.It is foreseeable that, as England's nominally supreme decision-maker, if he can't think of a way, he can only take the blame by himself.

The problem was that not only was the cauldron black and shiny, but it was also full of alchemical bombs. God knows what triggers would blow him off the throne of the Minister of Magic.

For a promising official who is less than a hundred years old, it is simply unbearable for his political life to end "early".

To be honest, Fudge regretted it. He wanted to bring Dumbledore to the forefront and take advantage of the opportunity, but he really didn't expect that the storm would be so big that not only Hogwarts would be submerged, but even the whole of England would be engulfed.

The eyes of the whole world were watching here, and Fudge felt that there was a ball of fierce fire burning below, and he couldn't sit still because of the burning.

Alas, if only a dark wizard attacked the Ministry of Magic at this time, the heroic minister could still suffer a small injury when he repelled the enemy, so it was logical to rest for a while.

Fudge sighed silently in his heart, his listless gaze swept back and forth in the office that lacked a lot of objects, without any focus.

Fudge sighed secretly again when his eyes glanced at the pink ball that was still standing there. This stupid woman is really useless. The last time I took a dementor to stop the Hogwarts express, she was easily pressed to the ground Rubbing, embarrassing the Ministry of Magic in front of the children.

The kid from the Scamander family was even more hateful, knowing that he was an officer of the Ministry of Magic, but he didn't show any sympathy at all. It seemed that the one who disturbed England was not the escaped dark wizard, but his own subordinates.

He is a dignified minister of magic, are his subordinates worse than dark wizards?Or did he have dark wizards under Fudge?

...there are... dark wizards under his command?

Fudge's eyes lit up at Umbridge, it's not impossible...

"Dolores, can I trust you?"

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The Christmas holiday is approaching, and the colder Scotland has ushered in the third snowfall this year. The north wind mischievously knocked on the windows, squeezed through the cracks in the doors, breathed a breath of cool air on the children's necks, and then disappeared.

Since the attack, the atmosphere in the castle has been a bit dull, especially the Ministry of Magic's delay in processing the results, which made England more and more dissatisfied, not to mention the young wizards who were in the midst of the storm, who were outraged and in danger at the same time.

Black magic damage is black magic damage. It is different from ordinary injuries. Although Romida has recovered and been discharged from the hospital, no matter how superb Madam Pomfrey's medical skills are, she still cannot restore the acid-ravaged skin to its original state.

As early as a week ago, the girl couldn't bear the pressure in her heart and went through the formalities of suspending school. However, after so long, the trial of the dark wizard by the Ministry of Magic has not yet come to fruition.

Yes, the **** Rose who committed such a cruel act, a former classmate, is now an out-and-out black wizard in the hearts of the children.

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"Dark wizard?! How is it possible!"

Hermione exclaimed in disbelief, feeling that the news she just heard was too dramatic.

"Of course it is possible. People who use black magic are dark wizards, and those accused by the Ministry of Magic are also dark wizards. What's more, the accusation comes from the Minister of Magic."

Aini put on the slippers, slipped the jacket off the master skillfully, and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

For nearly a month, the Hogwarts attack has attracted the attention of the entire wizarding world.

In terms of nature, what Trump did is really bad, and non-heavy punishments are not enough to anger the people; in terms of jurisprudence, it has already been established, so there is no need to beep, Azkaban is a good one.

Although there is no systematic "Underage Wizard Protection Law" in the magic world, as long as one can learn magic, one has the ability to behave autonomously and be responsible for it by default.

But the problem is that Tron is only 13 years old after all. The attack has just happened at this time, and the excited people will selectively ignore this point. But when the situation subsides, there may be some kind of introduction, and a bunch of keyboard warriors will have an old story. Bring it up again, and pour dirty water all over the executor.

"Conscientious" Minister Da Fuji is a person who cherishes his feathers, but he can't get rid of this pot, otherwise he will inevitably get a reputation for not being responsible, and that is the real prestige.

If you can't think of a way to get the best of both worlds, you have to procrastinate first.

Three days ago, there was another discussion. Aini thought it would be a waste of half a day like the previous six times. Unexpectedly, although the meeting still did not come to a clear conclusion, Fudge announced that today he would Presided over Trump's trial.

He, the responsible Minister Fudge, stopped delaying.

Hermione was also surprised that this "non-greedy" minister had changed his temper. As a result, Ernie returned to Hogwarts today, not only brought the results of Trump's handling, but also an explosive news.

The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was attacked in the early hours of the morning. Fortunately, Dolores Umbridge, head of the Misuse of Magic Office, led the Auror rescue in time and repelled the invading dark wizard, but Mr. Minister was also there He was seriously injured in the attack and needs treatment and recuperation for a period of time.

During this period, Ms. Umbridge, who was promoted to deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, took over the related work until Fudge recovered and was discharged from the hospital.

"It's outrageous. The Daily Prophet didn't report such a big event."

The girl picked up today's newspaper while muttering, but saw that Rita Skeeter, who was still talking nonsense on the front page in the morning, quietly moved the second page to Fudge who was lying on the hospital bed. minister.

"The news released by the Ministry of Magic before the trial, the newspaper's action is quite fast."

Sitting next to Hermione on the sofa, Aini handed her a glass of Lin Lu, poured the remaining juice in the bottle into his mouth, and glanced at the content on the page with disdain.

Today's trial changed from the procrastination style in the past, and the efficiency was astonishingly high, and all the procedures were completed in less than half an hour.

Unsurprisingly, Trump was sent to Azkaban, which can be regarded as an explanation.

As for the others, whether it is the news of the minister's attack that was announced before the trial, or the Daily Prophet's unawareness beforehand and its extraordinary swift response afterwards, they are all quite intriguing.