Chapter 407 Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures

Fudge was silent for a long time, his face became calm little by little, he exhaled, tore off his wizard hat and threw it on the table, and sat on the chair opposite Anton.

"What exactly do you want?"

Anton shrugged, "I can do what you said, as long as the conditions you put forward are good enough. You can't treat me like Dumbledore, I..."

Fudge's eyes widened suddenly, and he became excited, "How dare you mention Dumbledore! You put him..."

He looked back at the iron door of the meeting room, looked around again, and finally swallowed his words.

Anton smiled and raised his eyebrows, "It is said that Dumbledore has recovered, which is great. He can preside over various matters of Hogwarts School and the International Federation of Wizards again."

Fudge twitched the corners of his mouth, showing an ugly smile, "Yeah."

"Oh~" Anton laughed, and he straightened the collar of his striped suit slowly, "Look, you finally smiled, how nice, let's sit down in a friendly manner and discuss things happily, isn't it? It's great."

"..."

Fudge took a deep breath, pulled his hair, took out an iron box from the wizard robe coat, took out a cigar from it, thought for a while, and handed one to Anton, "How about one?" ?”

"Merlin's beard!" Anton stared at him in disbelief, "I'm only a kid in the second grade. Do you think it's appropriate for you to pass me cigarettes?"

Fudge rolled his eyes, and couldn't help feeling an infinite sense of powerlessness in his heart, what the hell just now you told me not to treat you like a child.

After thinking about it, he simply picked up the cigar in his mouth and planned to put it back into the tin box.

"Oh~ don't worry about me."

Anton smiled and snapped his fingers.

A surging air flow appeared between Fudge and the ventilation window of the iron door, a slight convulsion surged, but the feeling was not very strong.

There was another stream of air swirling rapidly at the end of the cigar in Fudge's finger, just for a moment, the cigar glowed red, and the smoke came out.

"!!!"

Fudge stared blankly at the cigar in his hand, watched the smoke on it float to the air hole of the door with a certain airflow channel, and looked back at Anton.

Anton shrugged and made a gesture of invitation.

Fudge tried to take a sip, and coughed so much that his eyes were red and his mouth was stunned.

In just an instant, goosebumps all over his body crawled up.

Feeling the breeze attached to his body, he only felt that his back was chilly, and he broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

Such a powerful spellcasting without a spell and no wand, such a powerful spell, as if...

It seemed that if the child wanted to, it would not be the cigar that would be lit, but his own head.

Fudge swallowed, and finally believed in the folklore that this kid was the third generation of the Dark Lord raised by Dumbledore, and he had originally scoffed at it.

But everything in front of him had to make him suspicious!

grunt.

He swallowed hard, and really wanted to say, why don't we stop here today, another day we are chatting, and another day I will bring a hundred and eighty Aurors with me to chat with you?

"What exactly do you want?" For the first time, Fudge sat upright and asked Anton with a serious face.

"What exactly do I want?" Anton was stunned, he murmured in a low voice, suddenly he didn't know what to ask for from this fat pig.

It seems that what he wants is very simple, to study magic, to cook delicious food, to walk around and have fun.

If it really comes down to the current actual situation, he probably wants to go back to Hogwarts to study.

Now that I have mastered everything I have learned, it is time to go back to school to lay a solid foundation and earnestly learn more knowledge.

Look, he lived a very simple life, and naturally he was much happier than others.

Now if I meet a reporter interviewing me, I finally don’t have to reply ‘My surname is An’, and I can proudly say, “I am very happy.”

Anton chuckled and looked up at Fudge.

"There is no requirement. Otherwise, my uncle Lupine should resign by the end of the year. As you know, Defense Against the Dark Arts is cursed. No one can teach this course for the second year. .”

"You put him in a position at the Ministry of Magic."

"You're crazy!" Fudge's eyes widened. "He's a werewolf!"

Anton stretched out his fingers and tapped the book Fudge brought, and smiled slightly, "I said he's not a werewolf."

"We all know he is." Fudge frowned, "Don't forget, the werewolf house is on record in all the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards, everyone knows that he is the leader of the werewolf .”

"Is it difficult?" Anton frowned.

"It's hard!" Fudge nodded vigorously.

The two looked at each other for a long time, Anton felt each other's emotions, and smiled, "That's fine, on this condition."

"!!!" Fudge was stunned.

I said it was difficult, don't you understand? If I get such a werewolf into my Ministry of Magic, how much criticism I will bear!

Isn't this thankless?

Fudge just wanted to refuse, but seeing Anton looking at him with a smile, he almost couldn't hold back.

He finally came to his senses, this person is not a lunatic, this person is a greedy beast, he is really stupid, he despised the other person as a child, and then he was delivered to the door and obediently gnawed.

Now the emotions are set off for this sake...

"..."

"Okay, I promise you!" He gritted his teeth.

"What position?"

"What position?" Fudge looked at Anton in amazement, "You asked me what position I want, you said about Lupin's situation, what position did you tell me?"

Anton nodded sincerely, "What position?"

"Ha~" Fudge felt that everything was magical, and he picked up his cigar with a smile and took a puff, "Why don't I let him be the Minister of Magic?"

Anton also laughed, "I'm just kidding. How nice it is for you to be the Minister of Magic. My uncle Lupine can stay safe in the Ministry of Magic if you are the Minister of Magic, right?"

"This..." Fudge seemed to have thought of something, unconsciously exhaled the smoke, and stared blankly at the boy on the other side of the smoke.

The young man blurred his figure, and for just a moment, he seemed to have a sense of absurd dislocation.

In my memory, when Dumbledore sat across from him and said that he would support him as the Minister of Magic...

"Director of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures!" Fudge gritted his teeth and said the title of this position.

Anton blinked, good guy, this one is really willing to make a move, a director?

"Is it big?" Anton asked curiously.

puff~

Fudge really spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

After all, it was a wrong payment. This kid really doesn't understand the Ministry of Magic. He actually asked such a mentally retarded question. I knew it earlier, I knew it earlier...

"The Ministry of Magic only has seven divisions! Seven divisions!" Fudge roared, "Do you understand the weight of this! The Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures is the second largest department, understand?"

"The second largest?" Anton looked puzzled, "With such an important position, can you directly appoint Lu Ping as the director?"

"Heh~" Fudge chuckled, and slowly puffed out the smoke ring, with a complacent expression on his face, "It's hard for you, but it's easy for me."

Oh, the reality is that the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures is the most busy and least valued of all departments.

Fantastic Beasts, Dark Magical Creatures, Non-Existent Creatures, Centaurs, Goblins, Werewolves, Ghosts, Vermin, Beasts...

Everything is a thankless task, and there is almost no oil or water in each of them.

Among them, Fantastic Beasts can make some money, barely maintaining the complete operation of the entire huge and bloated department.

Look at other departments.

The largest magical law enforcement department, which mainly consists of two agencies, the Wizengamot Management Agency (British Department), and the Auror Office.

Although I usually give my minister a little face.

But if he really didn't intend to listen to his own orders, then he wouldn't listen, and Fudge could order a few Aurors to do things.

There is also the Department of International Magical Cooperation, which looks ordinary but actually has great power. It is firmly occupied by Barty Crouch, who is more qualified to be the Minister of Magic than himself.

Fudge was still speechless.

As for the three major departments of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, the Department of Magical Transportation, and the Department of Magical Sports, which are particularly lucrative, the relationships inside are simply intertwined to an outrageous degree.

Fudge can barely speak, but the interests in it have long been divided up with others, and sometimes some things are difficult to manage.

The last one is the Department of Mysteries.

Well……

Fudge didn't know exactly what was going on inside.

As the minister of the Ministry of Magic, it is really difficult for him to be the Minister of Magic. Others can only look at him in a good and beautiful way. Who can know his suffering.

"The Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures!"

Fudge said it with extra pride, "Never mind werewolves, dark magic creatures, goblins, and ghosts, they represent our wizard race, and they have extra status."

Anton raised his eyebrows, "Sure."

The position of Director of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures is tailor-made for Lupine, which is great.

Minister Fudge is so generous, then I will definitely give you a whole life!

Just wait!

Make sure you clap your hands when the time comes!

"I want to show the experts and masters the preparation process and efficacy of the 'Werewolf Experience Candy' and the 'Human Transformation Elimination Potion', right? I promise to do it well for you."

Old Fu was able to get along with him, so Anton also decided to show some sincerity.

For some reason, Fudge looked back at the iron door of the meeting room. His vision seemed to penetrate countless winding corridors, seeing the dead dementor corpse and countless dementors crowded on the road.

Suddenly, he shivered.

He swallowed his saliva.

"Also...you don't need to work too hard." Fudge became a little worried about gains and losses, "Just play normally."

"Quack quack..."

"Do not worry!"