HP's Wretched

"It's really not easy to ask you out for a cup of coffee." After Minister Fudge handed the menu to the service staff at the side, he crossed his hands on the table and looked at Flotte sitting opposite him with many eyes Take these inquiries more or less.

Flotte gracefully took the coffee delivered by magic, and then smiled apologetically at Fudge: "I've always wanted to accept your invitation, it's because I'm too busy and don't have time."

"You are busy, can I still be busy?" Fudge said in a joking tone.

Flotte also made a face of being amused and said: "Minister Fudge, you really know how to joke."

Fudge's expression was a little dissatisfied: "Didn't I say that you don't need to call me Minister Fudge when you are outside, Flotte."

Hearing Fudge call her Christian name, Flotte felt a little uncomfortable, but there was still that gentle and elegant smile on her face: "Look at my memory, I will never make such a mistake next time."

"What have you been up to at Hogwarts recently? I thought you were just teaching the children ancient runes. Why are you so busy?"

The stir stick in Flotte's hand kept drawing circles in the coffee. Although her eyes were fixed on the cup on the table, her mind was constantly planning how to lure her prey into the trap that had been set up: "You also know that the Triwizard Tournament, although I didn't arrange any real work for me, but the students were so excited that they couldn't take classes well, so they were extremely tired, so I took the weekend to chat with you , relax and relax."

Flutter was willing to accept Minister Fudge's invitation, but of course it was not as simple as having a cup of coffee and chatting.

Because of the smile on Fudge's lips, one or two creases were gently squeezed out from the corners of his eyes. His smile seemed gentle and harmless, but he was actually calculating something in his mind: "It turns out that being a professor is so tiring. , I thought you were looking for an idle job to pass the time. Since you are not happy, you might as well quit, anyway, there are plenty of idle jobs in the Ministry of Magic, and I can arrange them for you."

"You are very kind. If I am tired from work one day, I must ask you to help me arrange it." Flotte agreed softly to Fudge, and then changed the topic, "But at this moment, I don't want to Resignation, after all, the freshness is still there. In fact, the usual work is okay, but recently, the business is a bit tiring."

Flotte's words are also hitting the direction that Fudge is most interested in: "What's wrong with the business, isn't the potion store business of your joint venture very prosperous?"

"Prosperity is prosperity, but you also know that there are only a few thousand wizards in England, and no matter how many they sell, they can only make a little money. Moreover, I am a joint venture, and my share is still small, and the major shareholder is Lu Xiu. Si, you know that man, how can my stupid business mind take advantage of him, so I didn’t make much money.” Flotte finally said what she wanted to say the most. The topic was brought up, "I'm thinking, anyway, I have a lot of cash on hand, and there are several transportation lines for the Luster family. Rather than being angry with him, Malfoy, it's better to go it alone."

Fudge's hand raising the glass suddenly paused, and there was a gleam in his eyes that others could not detect: "So, you have been busy with these recently?"

Seeing Fudge's serious expression, Flotte couldn't help covering her mouth and sneering.Outsiders may think this is a shy smile, but only Flote knows that it is the triumphant smile of the prey: "I'm just complaining to you, such an impractical thing, I just think about it, you know, I live alone and have no one to rely on, let alone do business alone."

Fluote understands that the hooked prey should not be chased too closely, playing hard to get is the best way.

"But your idea is really good. What are you going to do?" Fudge asked impatiently.

"Hey, don't laugh at me for being stupid when I say it." Flotte said deliberately self-deprecating.

Fudge also smiled panderingly, he was eager to meet a brainless partner, but he knew very well that the woman in front of him certainly did not belong to the category of brainless: "Let's chat, let's listen."

"You also know that Lucius also runs a potion shop in France. I happen to know the shop manager very well in France, and that man is of Muggle origin. He is the best at mixing wizard's medicine into Muggle medicine. In order to improve the efficacy of the medicine, I want him to secretly make a batch of potion, use my transportation line to transport it to the Muggle land in England, and sell it to those Muggles."

After listening to Flotte's thoughts, Fudge's expression was still as kind as usual, but his fingers unconsciously tapping the tabletop were enough to reveal his heartbeat.

In fact, Fudge has been asking Flott for a long time, the purpose is for the considerable inheritance in Flott's hands and the Luster family's transportation line that everyone is eager for.He once thought of using the simplest method to make such a widow his mistress, so all the money and contacts in her hands would be used by him.

However, there are no fools who can sit in the position of Minister of Magic. Of course, Fudge has investigated Mrs. Luster in detail beforehand. After all, a person who can cooperate with Malfoy in doing business is definitely not a good person. Fortunately, this survey is amazing...

Although it is not possible to let a landmine be a mistress, it is better to use another method to use resources to make money generate more money.

"Your idea is simply wonderful." Fudge is definitely a compliment from the heart, but he still has someone to hide, "However, with Lucius' business acumen, he should have thought of this Let’s buy and sell, why don’t you cooperate with him in this regard?”

Flotte snorted coldly in her heart. The old man was quite cautious, but she had already prepared this speech: "It's not like you don't know, there is the "Muggle Protection Act"! So I'm just telling you Tell me, because it is really impossible to go beyond your law!"

Fudge also suddenly realized for a moment that the "Muggle Protection Act" did indeed indicate that the transportation of medicines with Muggles is strictly prohibited.Fudge couldn't help feeling a pity in his heart, but he still had that good minister's expression on the surface: "It seems that Lucius is also a well-behaved businessman."

rule?Tsk tsk tsk, when did Lucius behave, and now he is still secretly selling drugs in violation of the law.But in this scene, you still can't sell your own people.Flott took a sip of coffee and said, "The Muggle Affairs Department is mainly in charge of Weasley, and you know how close he is to Dumbledore. Naturally, he looks down on us people and cares more or less." Strictly speaking, besides, there are people behind the commanding..."

After Fudge heard the name Dumbledore, his expression was somewhat ugly.

Flotte, who is the most perceptive, of course noticed, and she was waiting to provoke this person: "Sometimes I can't stand Dumbledore anymore, you said he was the one who didn't want to be a minister back then, why is he so innocent now? Meddle in the affairs of the Ministry of Magic!"

While speaking, Flotte raised her eyes and carefully observed the changes in Fudge's expression. Everyone knew that Barty Crouch, the original minister candidate, was exposed to such a family scandal, so naturally he could not be elected as the Minister of Magic, so everyone recommended him. Dumbledore served, and it was because of Dumbledore's refusal that Fudge had the chance to take over.

Regardless of the fact that Minister Fudge would come to ask Dumbledore for advice every time something major happened, Flotte did not believe that there was no barrier between the two of them. He will be nostalgic for the magical thing of power, and he himself is greedy for money, tsk tsk tsk, it is absolutely impossible for him not to be afraid of Dumbledore at all.That's why Flotte provoked him with Dumbledore. I'm sorry principal, I didn't mean to speak ill of you, it was definitely for the sake of the overall situation.

Fudge's complexion was more or less bad, but his tone didn't show the slightest bit: "Albus is a great wizard after all, it's not impossible to meddle in some affairs."

"Aren't you afraid that he will get more and more involved..." Flotte's voice became smaller and smaller, but the provocative meaning did not weaken.

"Albus is not such a person, and besides, I am the Minister of Magic. There are some things that he can't control." The wrinkles on Fudge's face trembled, and his tone was surprisingly confident.

Flotte took another sip of coffee, and said in agreement: "That's right, you are the minister! However, there is something I really want to ask you. The medicine shipped from France is directly shipped to the warehouse in Muggleland. This should be regarded as a cross-border Muggle transaction, right? Is it up to the French Ministry of Magic, or our British Muggle Affairs Department?"

Fudge's face sank, as if he had realized something, his eyes lit up again: "The cross-border transaction to Muggles should be under the control of the exporting country, but as far as I know, the agreement between France and Muggles is only limited to It's just France."

Yes, this is a loophole...

"Then, wouldn't this be able to be sent to the Muggle realm in a dignified manner?" Flotte said in feigned surprise, "I didn't expect this idea to be in vain. But it's a pity..."

"What a pity?"

Flotte's tone was full of disappointment: "So what if you think about it, I can't really implement it, and I don't want to tell Lucius this idea and let him take advantage of this loophole."

"If you need a partner, you might as well let me join in." Fudge said straight to the point.

I have fallen into a trap completely, Flotte said inwardly.But on the surface, he was surprisingly embarrassed: "Following you, this...isn't that good, you're so busy with all kinds of affairs every day, you don't have the time to make trouble with me."

"Since it doesn't violate the law, I'll just invest money in it for fun. Besides, I've always wanted to do more business, so that I won't have anything to do when I retire."

"You are still far from retirement." Flotte complimented, "But is this really all right?"

"What's the problem with doing business together? Could it be that Mrs. Luster will trick me?" Fudge said this as a joke, but his tone was extraordinarily true.

"How could I cheat you? It depends on what you think about me." Flotte replied pretending to be coquettish, but in fact she began to be cautious in her heart.

Fudge waved his hand and said, "Just kidding. By the way, why don't you call Professor Snape together? I think you two have a good relationship, and I quite admire him."

Hearing Fudge suddenly mentioning Snape, Flotte's expression was somewhat unnatural: "Forget it, he's not that interested."

Fudge expressed surprise very naturally: "Really? He has strange interests. I remember that the Ministry of Magic specially set up a position for him, called Drug Inspector. This position is quite good, but who knew he Then he quit, right after the Bufords case, and it was almost like it was set up just for yours."

Hearing that Fudge actually brought up the case back then, Flotte's heart trembled uncontrollably.She understood the meaning of the other person's words... It was found that there was something wrong with the case back then, and she was threatening me with it?

Okay, you actually threatened me because you were afraid that I would cheat you. I used to feel a little guilty about cheating you, but now I don’t feel guilty at all...

"Why are you so interested in Severus today, why don't I bring him with me next time we meet?" Flotte was also a tactful master, so she shifted the topic elsewhere.

Fudge knew that the other party understood what he just meant, and with the handle, the cooperation was extremely comfortable: "No need. Since we are talking about cooperation, how do we draft this contract?"

"It's all up to you." Drunkards don't care about drinking, and of course Flotte doesn't care about such trivial matters.

"Then how do we divide the benefits?"

Flotte pretended to be thinking, and said, "Why not four or six?"

"You six and four?"

Flotte smiled and shook her head and said, "Of course you are six, Minister, I am four..."

The author has something to say:

There are exams in the past two days, so I have been pigeonholed for a few days, I am really embarrassed.