Chapter 301: Fudge's Farewell

Time has entered January, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

Even the most active little wizards are reluctant to go outdoors in this weather. They prefer to stay in the warmth of the large common room or the lounge of their own college.

Fire up the fire or enjoy the warm sunshine at the beach.

But no matter how the temperature outside changes, the Room of Requirement is always warm as spring.

Zhang Xiao stood on the ground with his upper body naked and one hand on his head. Sweat fell from his body, and there was already a puddle of water on the ground.

The muscles on the body show beautiful lines, and the skin is shiny under the light, which is the sweat reflecting the light.

In front of him, the picture stone sent by Zhang Chengdao was playing the picture.

In the picture, Master Shaotian's long sleeves are fluttering, his hair is lifted by the breeze, and he looks like a master.

"Xiaoxiao, our Taoist sect is in China, and we can borrow the power of heaven."

He had just watched this video, especially the scene of the yellow scarf warriors killing people in the crowd, which made his blood boil. He was so excited that he immediately did another set of exercises.

Especially my father’s cry of ‘Here comes the strong man! ’ And the hole in the clouds is so handsome!

After watching the short video again with unfinished thoughts, Zhang Xiao pumped one arm vigorously, jumped up from the ground lightly, and stepped lightly on the ground.

Not envious, not envious at all, isn’t it the fifth grade?

Master Dao, I am 13 years old and at level 7. Even if I get to level 18 by fooling around, I can still get to level 5 by grinding through the qualifications. The Taoist sect is the world, not only do you have to fight and kill, but you also have to deal with the world.

Some old men are not very good at cultivation, but they are of high seniority. They can't just die as a ninth-grade immortal official, right?

Therefore, Dao Men carefully prepared two routes. In addition to the normal actual teaching system based on merit and completion of KPI, there is also a virtual teaching system based on age and seniority.

Although in the [Heavenly Court] sequence, the position that requires seniority is in name only, and it cannot mobilize much power from the Heavenly Court, but at least the level has gone up.

Zhang Xiao walked barefoot on the cold ground and opened the bathroom door.

The mermaids standing at the edge of the bath holding clay pots suddenly started to move together. They tilted the clay pots, and large streams of clear hot water poured out from the jars.

It filled the entire bath very quickly.

The last and most beautiful mermaid statue winked at Zhang Xiao charmingly, swaying its tail, eager to try.

Zhang Xiao waved his hand: "I don't need bubbles yet."

The scene where the mermaid turns into a bubble always feels weird no matter how many times I watch it. It is simply a reenactment of Andersen's fairy tale.

The statue mermaid blinked in disappointment and had no choice but to turn around and play with her long golden hair in boredom.

Burying his whole body in the hot water, Zhang Xiao let out a sigh of relief. If he didn't take a dip after every exercise, he always felt that he had lost his soul during exercise.

The incident in Xiangjiang was just the beginning, and the hundreds of onlookers were naturally released.

It was impossible for Fudge to cover up the situation, and in fact, that was why Fudge looked around for someone who could take the blame.

Zhang Xiao suddenly burst into laughter. He could only say that fate played a trick on people. The trading point in Xiangjiang was originally set up just to stimulate the pure blood.

Let them get moving and go to the ring with the Ministry of Magic. Who knows what the Ministry of Magic was thinking, but they actually sent people to clean up the place directly.

Is this a joke? Think this was a hundred years ago?

How many cannons can the great powers set up to open the country? Hong Kong is about to return, are you kidding me?

Zhang Xiao suddenly remembered the joke from his previous life:

After the great elder went to England for a tour.

The Queen of England hurriedly called for Prime Minister Cameron:

"Kazhongtang, what are you talking about?"

"Go back to Lafayette, foreigners are coming to build our railway."

Lafayette: "Where does the money come from?"

Ka Zhongtang: "The foreigners brought four major foreign banks to lend us money."

Lafayette: "What do the foreigners want?"

Ka Zhongtang: "Foreigners require five ports to trade"

It’s just that Zhang Xiao didn’t know that after his father dragged those people to the construction site to clear dust, he still felt that it was not enough and was thinking of something new.

Hong Kong, Kowloon

Zhang Chengdao looked down at the Ministry of Magic striker who was clumsily stirring the yellow sand and cement, and the Daomen supervisor who was roaring next to him (Idiot! The ratio of yellow sand to cement is wrong!)

These beaters are quite honest, or in other words, they immediately became honest after realizing that the wand was not in their hands.

Zhang Chengdao thought for a while and suddenly said to his wife:

"Sister Shu, let's just leave and leave Xiaoxiao alone in the west. For such a big thing, will those idiots from the Ministry of Magic take it out on him?"

Li Qingshu said doubtfully:

"Probably not. Isn't there Principal Deng over there? Principal Deng will definitely protect Xiaoxiao, right?"

Zhang Chengdao hummed twice, shook his head, and said with emotion:

"Sister Shu, you haven't paid attention to the recent news in the wizarding world.

Principal Deng is obviously a top figure in the West, with strong strength. The Heavenly Master also said that if they were abroad, he and Principal Deng would be equal to each other.

Even a figure like Principal Deng was forced to leave by the Ministry of Magic some time ago. He is no longer the president of the International Federation of Wizards, although Xiaoxiao said that Principal Deng did not want to be the president anymore.

But this will send a wrong signal to those people who don't know the inside story, that is, Principal Deng is dying.

So I'm afraid that the Ministry of Magic has some bad intentions, and if it can't target us, it will target Xiaoxiao.

Although my son is very intelligent and will be fine, he went there to study, not to deal with these bullshit things. "

Li Qingshu frowned. In her impression, the government of a country is a gathering of the smartest people.

Maybe they will attack each other because of internal strife and interests, but they will not do anything stupid in such things that have no benefits but will cause great consequences.

And she really couldn't imagine that a top figure like Dumbledore would be forced out by the Ministry of Magic of his own country.

"Is the Ministry of Magic really so stupid?"

Zhang Chengdao raised his chin towards the striker who was clumsily plastering below and sneered;

"Is this something that smart people can do? Send these people to attack the territory of another country directly? "

Yes, can they do such a thing without a long-term cerebral thrombosis?

Li Qingshu immediately became worried.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Chengdao suddenly said:

"Sister Shu, let's go back to Longhu Mountain immediately."

"Hmm?"

"Think of a way! Support Xiaoxiao! "

Fudge was lying on the luxurious desk, writing furiously, his expensive bird feather pen trembling slightly.

".So without my (British Minister of Magic) order, for the sake of the stability of the wizarding world, the Daily Prophet is strictly prohibited from reporting any negative news about the Ministry of Magic!"

He put down his pen, picked up the parchment, and reread the harshly worded document.

Hmm. The meaning here is not clear enough, I have to revise it.

By the way, there is also Rita Skeeter, this woman is used to using exaggerated sentences to report, she must be warned as well.

Otherwise, I don't know what he will write about this incident.

Pick up the feather pen, and the gilded pen tip immediately wrote lines of letters smoothly:

"Also - Rita Skeeter, if you don't want to be banned from the Ministry of Magic as a journalist -"

"Bang! "

The heavy wooden door of the office was pushed open again and again, and Fudge's pen tip immediately tilted, drawing a heavy mark on the parchment.

Lawlessness! Lawlessness!

Fudge was so angry that he trembled all over. Is it so easy to enter his office now?

How many times? Is the copper bell at the door fake?

He slammed the feather pen heavily on the table, no matter who it is!

I must teach you a lesson and let you know what the power of the Minister of Magic is--!

"Dumbledore! Why are you here?"

Fudge jumped up from his chair as if his butt was on fire, and stammered at Dumbledore, whose face was gloomy and obviously angrier than himself.

Since deciding to eliminate Dumbledore's hidden danger, Fudge has been avoiding meeting Dumbledore, not knowing whether it was out of fear or for some other reason.

He just didn't want to see Dumbledore (this is also the case in the original book).

"Cornelly--Fudge! "

Dumbledore stared at him with deep disappointment and anger, his long beard trembling, and his slender fingers holding a document trembling.

"I didn't expect it - I never thought of it, although I felt from the beginning that you would not be a very outstanding minister.

But I think you are at least cautious. At that time, people need a cautious minister who will not mess around.

It's just that I overlooked how quickly a person can be corrupted by power and blinded by power and fall -"

Fudge stepped back in horror, but when he heard Dumbledore's words, his chubby face turned red again. Didn't Dumbledore say that he was an incompetent guy, and as long as he sat in the position of minister, the wizarding world would automatically get better?

This is too much!!

"Nonsense! I——"

"shut——up!"

Dumbledore expressed his attitude in a more direct way. He slammed the document in his hand on Fudge's desk. The sound was not loud, but it seemed to pierce his heart directly:

"Look, look, this is the document delivered from the East!

They are questioning why our Ministry of Magic openly sent violent teams to attack!

They are asking you, 'respected' Minister Cornelius Fudge - are you going to declare war? "

Dumbledore thought of the deep impression the East had left on him during the few encounters. They were strong, good at close combat, and their magic system seemed completely different from that of the West.

Yes, with his wisdom, he could of course see that the two sides had different focuses, and both sides had their strengths and weaknesses.

But the East's fast, fierce and accurate close combat method was a natural restraint for ordinary wizards who had long been able to cast spells from a distance.

And the Ministry of Magic was originally at fault in this matter.

It has to be said that the separation from Muggles was too thorough, and the wizarding world was much simpler than Muggles.

At least there was some reason, so the biggest problem was at fault.

Dumbledore didn't care who the Minister of the Ministry of Magic was, nor did he care about those petty intrigues.

But he cared about the entire wizarding world. Once a conflict really broke out with the East, only the most ordinary wizards would be hurt.

Thinking of this, he became more and more angry:

"Answer me, Fudge! "

A terrifying sense of oppression surged out from Dumbledore's body, like a huge wave, constantly hitting Fudge.

Fudge's lips trembled, and the feeling of being unable to breathe surged up again. He looked at Dumbledore and even felt that this terrifying old man might kill him at any time.

"Dumbledore, this... this is a misunderstanding! I... I just sent people to combat smuggling!"

Fudge held onto his chair to keep himself from collapsing to the floor, his last act of decency.

"Minister Fudge." Dumbledore said with a sarcastic smile: "I'm just old, not confused.

I know exactly what the reason is. So how do you want to solve this matter? "

"You tell me"

Dumbledore said simply: "Publish it in the newspaper and apologize!"

"Impossible! The authority of the Ministry of Magic——"

"In your own name, of course. What does the Ministry of Magic have to do with you?"

Fudge's eyes immediately turned red and he roared loudly: "I am the Minister of Magic!"

"Yes, so what? There have been many ministers in the Ministry of Magic, and you are just one of them."

Dumbledore paused and asked in a strange tone:

"You don't think you can continue to be your minister after doing such a stupid thing, do you?

I wanted to give you a warning and ask you to retreat quietly—"

He pulled out his wand. He didn't actually need a wand, but this action had a greater symbolic meaning.

If you don't want to be decent, then I will help you be decent!

Fudge understood. He looked at Dumbledore in despair, his eyes suddenly filled with tears, and he begged:

"Dumble - no no no, Albus, you can't do this!

To put it another way, anything will do, I - I am willing to pay private compensation - I will pay, I will pay 100,000 Galleons!

100,000! Enough for them to renovate that exchange 5 times! "

The disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes became even more intense

He knew very well who Fudge was. If he didn't have a deposit of more than one million Galleons, it would be absolutely impossible for him to be willing to spend one hundred thousand Galleons.

.

The Minister of Magic earns more than the Director, but only less than five thousand galleons a year.

"Write a public apology, front page headline in the Daily Prophet."

Dumbledore no longer wanted to look at this exquisitely dressed, pot-bellied creature of power. Instead, he turned around and left.

The little man with a cheerful smile on his round face, humble, studious, and full of affinity seemed to appear before his eyes again.

"Professor Dumbledore, I am Cornelius Fudge.

Your former student, professor, please teach me how to become a qualified minister! "

It's a pity that Dumbledore's figure is a little bleak. Fudge, you didn't pay attention to the lecture.

Dumbledore's figure disappeared outside the door.

Cornelius Fudge slumped in his chair and let out a low sob.

He knew that he was finished.

"Swipe-"

Barty Crouch Jr. sat on the table shaking the newspaper in his hand. The front page of the Daily Prophet read in huge bold letters "Cornelly Fudge - Public Apology!"

He smiled and lazily said to Umbridge who was holding the newspaper and reading it over and over again:

"Dolores, Fudge is finished!"

Yes, in the eyes of the public, just a letter of apology does not seem to shake Fudge's position as minister, but for those who stand high enough.

Sending such a letter of apology would mean the end of a career in the Ministry of Magic.

Umbridge also knew this truth. She showed a ferocious smile to Barty Crouch Jr.:

"Yeah - he's finished, but my resentment is still there -"

To be honest, Barty Jr. quite likes working with Umbridge.

In his opinion, the master's subordinates are either a bunch of people with ulterior motives and not pure at all, or they are violent maniacs like Bella who know how to eat big melons.

There are only a few people who are really willing to use their brains, and among them, Umbridge is the best, loyal enough to her master, and good at using her brains.

So he laughed:

“Don’t worry, Dolores—there will be a chance, there will be a chance!

Now that he is about to step down, our plans must be accelerated and we cannot wait any longer! "

Little Barty jumped off the long table, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at the Dark Mark on his wrist with feverish eyes, his eyes filled with madness:

"Let the great Dark Lord - return!"

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