Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Alliance against Dumbledore?

Fudge became slightly interested: "How do you form an alliance?"

"Simple," Yaxley said straight to the point. "We, several pure-blood families, are willing to pay to support the Daily Prophet and use the media to discredit Dumbledore and Harry Potter so that no one will trust them anymore."

It’s better to make it stink!

The goal is to ruin their reputations, making people think that Dumbledore is an old lunatic and the savior is a little lunatic.

A hint of cold smile flashed across Fudge's eyes, but then he showed some hesitation.

"Will Swan Media stand idly by? What if Sebastian takes action himself..."

"Don't worry about that man," Yaxley said confidently, "We have dealt with him many times and are very familiar with his character. As long as we don't target him directly and focus on Dumbledore and the Savior, he will definitely not take action himself."

He glanced at Umbridge. "What happened at the meeting today will never happen again."

"That's enough," Fudge breathed a sigh of relief. "As for Swan Media, they can say whatever they want. Ignore them and focus on targeting Dumbledore and the other two."

"Minister, rest assured," Yaxley smiled, "We have found several excellent writers who will definitely make Dumbledore and the Savior pay the price."

"Excellent writer..." Fudge thought for a moment and took the initiative to recommend, "I've thought of a very suitable candidate - Rita Skeeter. Her writing style is very sharp, just right for this job."

"We had thought of her a long time ago," Yaxley frowned, "but after hearing our request, she refused to agree to write an article against Harry Potter and only agreed to target Dumbledore."

Only willing to target Dumbledore?

Fudge frowned and said unwillingly: "The Savior..."

"Don't worry, Minister. We have found other writers to target the Savior. We have offered a large amount of gold galleons, and many people are willing to take on this job."

"Also," Yaxley suggested again, "Dumbledore said that the You-Know-Who is back. You might as well take the initiative to cooperate, such as sending the Dementors out on patrol to look for the You-Know-Who."

Dementor patrol?

Aren't we discussing the issue of targeting Dumbledore and the Savior? Why are we talking about Dementors?

Fudge frowned, not knowing what the other party was up to.

Yaxley smiled meaningfully. "We can have the Dementors patrol through the Savior's residence to cause some trouble for him. We don't need many, just two Dementors will be enough."

"Of course, we don't plan to do anything to the Savior, otherwise it would be troublesome for you, the Minister. Besides, it's no secret that the Savior knows the Patronus Charm, so nothing will happen to him."

"However, underage wizards are forbidden to cast spells outside of school. We can use this to do something. No matter what the result is, we can disgust the Savior."

At this point, Yaxley took a step closer, his tone full of temptation.

"Minister, you don't even need to get involved directly. Let me handle this matter. I guarantee it will be clean and neat, and will never implicate you and the deputy minister."

"If you agree, Minister, it would be best to arrange this as soon as possible. As far as we know, the Savior will only stay at his aunt's house for a month, and then he will be transferred to Swan Manor. By then, we will have no chance."

What a talent! He can come up with so many dirty tricks!

This series of moves will definitely make the savior feel sick.

Fudge's eyes sparkled and he stared at Yaxley intently.

He grabbed the other's hand and said excitedly, "Very good, Yaxley, I'll leave the Dementors to you."

"But..." He stretched out his voice a little, "After the incident, I can't completely protect you. After all, it was me who arranged the position to contact the Dementors."

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you, Minister." Yaxley waved his hand, looking nonchalant.

"Dementors entering the Muggle world is like a mouse falling into a rice jar. It is normal for them to disobey orders. If it really doesn't work, you can just accuse me of negligence in supervision."

"Remove me from my position and deduct a few months' salary. That way, even Dumbledore won't be able to find fault with us."

Fudge was relieved when he heard this, and his face showed the most comfortable smile of the day. Yaxley also laughed, and the laughter of the two echoed in the office, as if they had seen the scene of Dumbledore and Harry Potter being suppressed and unable to raise their heads.

Umbridge smiled calmly along with the two of them, a calculating gleam in her eyes.

Fudge was embarrassed today because of himself. If he cannot make up for his mistake, I am afraid he will have trouble keeping the position of deputy minister.

Yaxley's plan was undoubtedly an opportunity. If he could participate in it and successfully expand the matter further, he would not only be able to vent Fudge's anger, but also teach the Savior a lesson.

Whether from the perspective of career or personal grudges, this is a good opportunity not to be missed.

Don't worry, think about it carefully and contact Yaxley alone later.

............

July 26th, number 4, Privet Drive.

After a busy day, Harry got off the Knight Bus with a tired face.

Since the holiday, since he could not go to Snape to practice potions as usual, he would go to Swann Manor to practice spells every day.

The battle with Voldemort once again made him realize his own shortcomings, so he worked harder during this holiday and would not stop until he was exhausted.

"It's too hot!" Harry looked at the dry and yellow grass and couldn't help but mutter, "I wonder how long the drought will last."

He caught a glimpse of Mrs. Figg across the road, smiled and said hello, then pushed open the door of number four Privet Drive and walked in.

There was not a breath of wind in the room, and it was much hotter and stuffier than outside.

In the living room, Uncle Vernon was staring at the TV screen. On the news, the Prime Minister was giving a passionate speech.

"The slow economic growth and rising unemployment are temporary and we will soon be able to reverse this situation..."

"Bullshit," Vernon said with disdain, "There is not a single word of truth coming out of these people's mouths."

Harry glanced at the TV subconsciously, and then suddenly froze.

Kingsley Shacklebolt?

He rubbed his eyes, checked again and again, and finally confirmed that he was not mistaken.

He is tall, dark-skinned, wearing a suit, with a calm expression and an air of pride.

It was indeed Kingsley, the Auror of the Ministry of Magic. I had seen him during the competition. What was he doing next to the Prime Minister?

It is most likely the work of Headmaster Dumbledore, whose purpose is to protect the Prime Minister's safety.

While he was thinking, Harry's aunt Petunia came out of the kitchen and said to Harry.

"Harry, it's time to eat. Go call Dudley. He should be playing in the nearby park now."