Professor, please pay the debt

Dumbledore perfectly controlled his facial expressions, and kept an amiable look to listen to Fudge's words.

But I was thinking in my heart, I really shouldn't have expectations for Fudge's IQ report. That Ms. Umbridge messed up the school and kicked herself out of the school. Fudge actually expected himself to help her. He really is a great white wizard Is it the Virgin Mary?

"Connelly, the resolution I saw seems to be different from what you said. The resolution is to abolish the post of Senior Assistant to the Minister of Magic, not against Ms. Umbridge herself."

Fudge seemed to have heard the hope, and he asked with a smile on his face, "Then, can she resign from the position of Senior Assistant to the Minister and become Assistant to the Minister instead?"

"I think you should discuss this matter with the new minister..."

"Oh come on, everyone in the Ministry knows Scrimgeour hates Umbridge!"

Dumbledore nodded, "I understand that."

There was a burst of laughter in the office, and the portraits of the headmasters hanging on the wall were gathered together to discuss, "Who would like Umbridge."

"She tortured students."

"That lady has a weird brain."

"As the only headmaster who was born in Slytherin in the history of Hogwarts, I must say that her demeanor is completely out of Slytherin's taste..."

When Fudge's face and neck turned red together, Dumbledore stopped the portraits slowly, "Thank you, Phineas, then Connelly, do you need me to make an appointment with Scrimgeour? Here we are. Perhaps, you would like to meet him with me..."

This was a signal that the conversation was coming to an end, Fudge was a little angry, he didn't want to leave this office with nothing.

"Albus, I think I've helped you a lot over the past ten years..."

"Of course, dear Connelly, we have always been friends."

"Friends or not, I don't dare to say, but there is one thing, I think I'm not mean to you. Since I took office, the Ministry of Magic has not checked the accounts of Hogwarts. The annual funding of 10 Galleons, I Never ask, use it as you like, I suppose Scrimgeour can't do."

"Such a big school with so many students consumes too much Galleons every year, but fortunately, we have an account book, whether the Ministry of Magic checks it or not, we have it."

It was rare for Fudge to be shrewd. He stared at Dumbledore and waved his hands, "No, no, no, your own ledgers don't count unless your ledgers match those of the Gringotts goblins. You know , The goblins are very cautious in doing things, and every copper turner has a record, where it comes from, and where it goes, it is clear."

This is a blatant threat!

All the portraits stared wide-eyed, trying to see the tragic end of offending the greatest White Wizard.

However, something surprising happened. Dumbledore not only didn't get angry after hearing this, but softened his tone.

He said: "Connelly, don't be like this, everyone knows that goblins are difficult to get along with, why bother to ask for trouble..."

Even Fudge himself didn't expect that Dumbledore would back down, but he didn't bother to guess the reason, and quickly seized this opportunity, "I don't want to be like this, everyone is so friendly. Besides, it's not a ministerial position, it's just a job. Just a little senior assistant. So... I think, we're done?"

Dumbledore's expression was relaxed, as if he had made a happy decision, he stood up and shook hands with Fudge, "Okay, Connelly, I'll try to convince Scrimgeour, I hope he's a reasonable man..."

At this time, a tall and thin wizard ran into Phineas' portrait, "Albus, Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, is coming to visit."

Thinking he was offended, Phineas pointed at the tall, lanky wizard and screamed, "Get out, get out, who gave you permission to be in my portrait."

"I wouldn't bother visiting a Slytherin if it weren't for the crowds that I frequent."

His words made Phineas even angrier, and the two portraits quarreled.

At this time, a green flame rose from the fireplace, and a dazzling light flashed. A wizard wearing a traveling cloak stepped out of the fireplace. He had a tall figure, thick gray hair like a lion's fur, and a savage and fierce face. .

Dumbledore greeted him with a smile, "Hi, Rufus, nice to meet you."

Rufus Scrimgeour was a serious wizard, and even though he was smiling at this moment, he still gave off a rigid, "Hello, Albus, glad you'd like to see me..."

"Oh, of course, of course I would like to see you, and I was just about to congratulate you on your promotion to Minister."

"This appointment will be announced tomorrow. In fact, I should congratulate you more. I heard that the Wizengamot accepted you again and resumed your position as chief wizard. Then, congratulations, Albus."

Dumbledore touched a soft nail, but he pretended not to hear it, still cheerful.

Scrimgeour turned to his old boss at this moment, "Hello, Connelly, I didn't expect to meet you here, I heard you were looking for ways to keep Umbridge's job, with all due respect, Now that I'm going to be a minister, I don't think I need a senior assistant."