Chapter 406 Not Interested

Fudge tugged at his tie, glanced at Anton, and walked up and down the meeting room.

This boss was much more courageous than Lucius, or he dared to bet that he let the Aurors remove Anton's chains, so that the two lived alone in this small space.

"I received a lot of letters yesterday. Merlin's beard is too much. Those letters are piled up in every corner of the office." Fudge muttered, turning to look at Anton.

Anton just grinned, smiling brightly.

sunshine boy~

heh~

Fudge came over, propped his hands on the table, and looked down at Anton on the seat, "So I'm here now, just to confirm that you wrote this book yourself? Is everything in it true?"

Anton nodded with a smile, very well-behaved, "Yes."

Oh~ don't do that.

Fudge's face is wrinkled, can't you seriously say that you wrote it, that it's true? You're smiling like that, it's hard for me to be sure.

"Son, I don't care if you're playing dumb or not." He stared into Anton's eyes, "I just want you to know that half of the people think you're a genius boy and ask me to let you out."

"And the other half think your theory is extremely evil and ask me to execute you and burn all the books about you."

"Polarization?" Anton was stunned, thought for a while, thoughtfully, "It seems that I have poked some people's pain?"

"Then, Mr. Minister, what judgment do you intend to pass?"

Fudge grinned fiercely, "What sentence are you asking me? Ha, hell, I haven't made a decision yet. No, why should I make such a decision!"

"Son, I need you to do two things."

"I will gather all experts involved in this field, invite all famous masters, and invite all members of the International Federation of Wizards..."

"I want you to concoct a potion to heal a werewolf in front of everyone, and let a Muggle experience candy with a werewolf you concocted yourself."

Fudge looked at Anton coldly, "Don't tell me you can't do it."

Oh, the minister looked so fierce, Anton shrank his head, lowered his head and played with his fingers, "I'm not interested."

"Not interested?" Fudge repeated loudly, his face full of disbelief, "You told me not interested?"

Anton nodded, but did not speak.

"Great." Fudge extended his hand and nodded Anton, his fat fingers shook and shook, obviously he was out of breath.

"Haha, you kid is so funny. Haha."

He walked up and down the meeting room while laughing, and finally his face became a little gloomy, "Listen, boy, I can't help it, I can't make any choice, stand on either side, and the other side will be destroyed I."

"So, I can only make this fire burn more vigorously, to the extent that even a minister of the Ministry of Magic cannot take charge, and let someone more powerful take charge."

Anton looked at him in surprise and raised his eyebrows, "It's a smart approach, but I'm still not interested."

"Interested? You told me you were interested?" Fudge rushed over, viciously tugging on Anton's collar, "I'll tell you the result of not following through, kid, listen, and hear every word clearly .”

"If you don't do it, you are forcing me to make a decision. Then I can only make a ruling that has the least impact on me and execute you."

"You will be sentenced to the first 'anti-wizard crime' in history. You will die with the image of being completely opposed to wizards, and you will be completely nailed to the pillar of shame. The traitor of wizards, the spies of Muggles, all the adjectives you can think of will be completely fixed on you."

"Oh~ someone will speak up for you, but please believe me, there will be more people who oppose you than you can imagine."

"Ordinary wizards will loathe you because your theories will deprive them of what little advantage they have."

"Pure-blood families, even those from mixed-blood families, will hate you, because what you are doing is completely making wizards lose their orthodoxy."

"Everyone will think that you betrayed your race, and you were already dead at that time, so there was no way to justify it. Aha~ How could a dead person have a chance to justify it? Unfortunately, he had a way to justify it."

Anton still looked at him with a smile, and spread his hands, "Oh, are you threatening me? I'm not afraid!"

"Merlin's beard!"

Fudge could hardly hold back, this recalcitrant, neurotic look was simply too difficult to deal with.

"I'm not threatening, you know, I'm not threatening. I'm just stating what's going to happen! You're too young to read these tricks, but take my word for it from someone who's been Minister for Magic, no People know better than me what's going to happen next."

He shook his hands quickly, and he became more and more excited as he spoke, "Let me tell you that if you do what I say, first of all, the bystanders who participated in your demonstration of the methods in the book are all authorities in the wizarding world. In front of you, no one can use conspiracy theories against you, a kid."

"Then, I will prepare the 'Order of Merlin First Class' early on, and give you the final verdict in the official capacity of the Ministry of Magic."

"Then the interesting thing came, there are still so many opponents, but every expert master participating in this time has become someone on your side, at least in name, understand? The opponents have changed from opposing you to opposing Everyone involved in this presentation."

"The key here is that I gave you the honorary recognition of the 'Merlin Medal First Class'. None of the experts and politicians who participated in the exhibition raised any objections on the spot, but if your experiment is successful, no one can raise it at all. be opposed to."

"At that time, it's not my business."

"And you have also won the honor that should belong to you, and you have also gained a lot of allies, a lot of people who appreciate you, plan to invest in you, and want to get close to you for various purposes. These people will become your capital."

"No matter what you do in the future, it will be easy."

"No matter what you do in the future, no one can casually throw you into Azkaban."

Anton raised his eyelids to look at him, and smiled slightly, "Do you think I care?"

puff~

Fudge only felt a mouthful of old blood spewing out, his throat was inexplicably sweet, his face was flushed, "You are a lunatic, you are irrational at all, you are simply making trouble for no reason."

He pointed at Anton angrily, put on his wizard hat, turned around and slammed the door to leave.

Anton just looked at his back with a smile, counting in his heart.

3!

2!

1!

Slap.

Fudge pushed open the door angrily, slammed it hard with a bang, and looked at Anton coldly, "Tell me what exactly you want."

Quack quack.

Anton smiled.

He really guessed it right! ~

Of course it is impossible for him to guess and understand the thoughts of this kind of politician, let alone some old fritters who have experienced all kinds of tastes in the world, but he understands such things as 'emotions'.

The 'unreconciled' emotion that Fudge's whole soul exudes to the outside world is too strong.

Tut tut.

"Your Excellency, Minister, you can't treat me like a child. What is the prestige obtained by crowd watching, what is the Merlin First Class Medal, hehe, this is completely dispensable to me."

"I really want to have it, I should have it long ago. Oh, look at your expression, of course I know, you are the Minister of Magic, if you don't give it to me, I can't help it, right?"

"I found a way to completely solve the werewolf. If you, the Minister of Magic, don't give me the Merlin Medal, I will go to France. The French Minister of Magic will definitely send the Merlin Medal to me as soon as possible."

Anton looked at Fudge's blushing face, and laughed, "You have too much experience and understanding, why don't you come and tell me what kind of situation you will be in at that time?"

"so……"

Anton even pulled it back, and stared at Fudge coldly, "What you said is what I should have, not what you don't want to give, why should I take what I should have at such an important time? How about something that gets more controversial?"