From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

After a long time, Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead and said excitedly: "Calvin, this is really...a big surprise, but also a big trouble..."

"I think the Ministry of Magic will have a lot of income recently."

Calvin put down the teacup in his hand and said seriously, "Connelly, I want to remind you..."

"I know, I know," Fudge rubbed his hands slowly and interrupted Calvin, "Well...Phil, I won't fire him, but the fine must be paid. As for McMillan and Travers, they just I hope I don’t spend too long in Azkaban.”

Calvin was a little unhappy. He didn't like others interrupting him, so he raised his voice slightly, "Minister Fudge, what I want to say is, Barty Crouch. What are you going to do with him."

"Barty..." Fudge was discouraged when he heard the name, and frowned and said, "According to Rozier, Barty probably doesn't know about this. Just let him spit out some galleons."

Calvin sneered in his heart, knowing you would be like this.

"Connelly, let Crouch go, is this really okay?" Calvin leaned forward and gradually approached Fudge.

"What can I do," Fudge muttered, "He is almost the leader of the pure-blood family in the Ministry of Magic. If it weren't for his son, would it be my turn to take over the position of minister?"

"Yeah," Calvin picked up the crystal ball on the table and kept playing with it, "but I saw how you just looked like you were training Crouch like a quail, as if you didn't care about his identity."

"This is different, Calvin, this is different," Fudge said helplessly, "I can take it out on Crouch personally, but I can't fight against the entire pure-blood faction. There needs to be balance within the Ministry of Magic."

"Connelly, you'd better have a clear understanding of yourself," Calvin said lightly, "Can you really grasp the balance within the Ministry of Magic? Balance is not the best peace. One family dominates..."

"That's enough, Cappe," Fudge interrupted Calvin rudely this time, "You are just a senior adviser and have no authority to instruct me on what to do."

"I'm very grateful to you for the corruption at Stonehenge, and the Ministry of Magic will also be grateful to you, but that's all."

Calvin sighed slightly. He didn't expect Fudge to be such a timid, conceited, stubborn and stupid person.He reaches out and grabs hold of the farm estate that pulls Fudge into the world of the painting.

"Cape, what are you doing?" Fudge quickly calmed down after experiencing panic and asked Calvin sitting opposite.

"For your own safety, Secretary Fudge," Calvin explained, "Connelly, you don't really think that Crouch is no longer a threat to you."

Fudge looked a little impatient, "Of course he is not a threat to me, his son is a Death Eater."

"Calvin, what exactly do you want to say?"

"Fudge!" Calvin shouted, "You are too naive. You really think that the pure-bloods and the Holy 28 are your allies in the Ministry of Magic, and the half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards are your loyal subordinates. Is Dumbledore your reliable foreign aid?"

"Isn't it? I am confident that I can control the balance in the ministry."

"Don't be ridiculous, Fudge," Calvin said coldly, "If you try to balance the three parties, the most likely consequence is to be crushed by all three parties. At least the pure-blooded people don't completely trust you."

Fudge immediately stood up and retorted: "Impossible, I have good relationships with many pure-blood families."

"Don't deceive yourself, Fudge," Calvin said with a smile, "You are not one of them at all in their eyes. Your becoming the Minister of Magic is just the result of compromise. Those old antiques are most optimistic about Crouch."

"No, that's not the case," Fudge waved his arms excitedly, stubbornly like a bison, "They support me and are willing to donate money for me, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle...and Crouch, his son It’s a Death Eater!”

Calvin shook his head slightly, "Don't be kidding, Fudge. They are just paying off their debts for the previous round of gambling. They don't care about you, they are just trying to clear their identities so that they can compete in the next round of struggle." Not to fall behind.”

"Look at this, Connelly."

The crystal ball in Calvin's hand reappeared, this time in a small hotel, and a woman's face appeared in the crystal ball.

"This is Jorkins, Bertha Jorkins," Fudge said a little confused, "What happened to her?"

Soon, Fudge heard Bertha's testimony, "I saw Barty Crouch Jr.," "Because of this, Barty Crouch cast the Oblivion Curse on me."

"Barty Crouch Jr.?" Fudge felt horrified and tried to deny it. "No, this is impossible. This woman is crazy, Calvin. You can't believe her."

"I went to the Crouch family cemetery and opened Jane Crouch's grave. It was empty." Calvin said these words softly, as if a hand was holding down the vibrating gongs and drums, asking Fudge to be quiet. Come down.

Fudge fell into a deadly silence.

Calvin supported his body with both hands, leaned over and looked at Fudge, who was ashen-faced, and continued, "Connelly, guess what, do those old antiques from pure-blood families know about this?"

"They...it's...illegal...Azkaban." Fudge could no longer form a complete sentence.

"Connelly, in the eyes of those old guys, blood is more important than anything else. If you don't have their blood on your body, you are not one of theirs; a prisoner, even a Death Eater, as long as he is related by blood, will try his best to kill him." Rescue."

"Think about it, your good friends, huh? For example, Malfoy, after donating money, will he ask to visit Azkaban in prison? His relatives, such as Bellatrix, Amy, etc. Kus, these Death Eaters are often seen in Azkaban, right?" Calvin continued to confuse.

"In fact, there are still many Death Eaters out there, as you know. You are just trying to... balance, that's what you say."

"No..." Fudge turned pale and shook his head wildly, denying everything.

"Calvin, you must help me," Fudge grabbed Calvin's sleeve, "No, not helping me, but helping the entire British wizarding world. You know, those fanatical pure-bloods are all lunatics. "

"Mr. Capet, I will support you no matter what you want to do! I know how powerful you are. You can't let those pure-blood lunatics control the Ministry of Magic. Do you know how hard I work to protect today's peace?" Fudge begged.

Calvin smiled with satisfaction, "Don't worry, Connelly, of course I will help you, you are my friend."