Chapter 320 Edward Shaw

Chapter 320 Edward Xiao

"Barty Crouch?"

Zhang Xiao sat up straight. How could Barty Crouch be the minister?

According to my original thoughts, Susan Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office, were both more likely.

Barty Crouch. Although he can be considered a high-ranking and powerful figure, because of Barty Crouch Jr., Barty Crouch is a completely tragic image in the original work.

If it weren't for his son Barty Jr. dragging him down, he would definitely be the Minister of Magic. Fudge just made a big mistake.

Wait a minute, it seems really possible. Zhang Xiao picked up the black tea and sipped it. This time, the Death Eaters could be said to have offended the public, especially by kidnapping the little wizard.

This is simply an unforgivable act in the eyes of parents, and even others who have no stake in it feel the same way.

If you dare to kidnap a little wizard today, will you dare to come and kill someone tomorrow? Well, they do.

Because of fear, the people eagerly hope that a new minister who can give them a sense of security will take office.

Although Susan Bones is also known for her sternness, the female filter makes her naturally weak.

What about Scrimgeour?

He is tough enough, but his resume is weak and he has served in violent departments for a long time. The public has great doubts about his ability to govern.

But Barty Crouch is different. Except for Barty Crouch Jr., he has no stain. He is extremely tough and has superb methods, not to mention that he has given the people a considerable sense of security.

And even though he was his own son, he acted selflessly and resolutely sentenced Azkaban to life imprisonment.

But that's where the problem lies. Zhang Xiao remembered the situation in the original book in her previous life. Little Barty's mother was seriously ill and her time was running out. She asked her husband to save her child.

Barty Crouch finally relented and used a monkey version of the invisibility cloak woven from invisible animal fur to illegally take his wife into Azkaban.

Then switched with the son, the dementors don't have eyes in the conventional sense, they can only 'see' two people coming in and two people leaving.

That’s why it is said that a loving mother often loses her sons.

It seems too far away.

Zhang Xiao carefully recalled the situation of the Death Eaters in the church. It seemed that there was indeed no Barty Jr.. Could it be that Barty Jr. was still under the control of Crouch's Imperius Curse?

"Zhang, what's wrong? Isn't it good for Barty Crouch to take over?"

Malfoy asked curiously.

Zhang Xiao shook his head and asked:

"Draco, do you think Crouch is in charge?"

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, and of course he said for a reason: "Of course it's a good thing. I heard my father say that Crouch is a very tough person, and even if Barty Jr. is a Death Eater, he can't shake his will at all.

It was also he who authorized Aurors to use the Unforgivable Curses when facing Death Eaters.

My dad also said that Crouch caused a lot of headaches to the Death Eaters at that time, and he was also very powerful, so if Crouch became the Minister, the Ministry of Magic wouldn't be such an idiot, right? "

This is true. Compared with Crouch's ability compared to Fudge, he really thinks highly of Fudge.

Crouch himself is one of the twenty-eight purebloods. He has no shortage of money and his desire for power is not too strong. What people like them pursue is the so-called high-end taste.

Of course Malfoy is right, but now there is a hidden danger in Barty Jr.

Zhang Xiao was suddenly stunned. Have I actually started worrying about the candidate for the Minister of Magic?

It's none of my business, if the sky falls, Dumbledore will hold it.

"Let's go, Draco -" Zhang Xiao stood up, and the academic robe that was hung on the back of the chair flew up on its own, and was put on softly on his body.

"Where to go?"

"Where else can you go? Of course it's to class. There will be Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class later. Or are you so brave that you dare to skip Professor McGonagall's class?"

"Transfiguration class? Merlin - I remembered the wrong day. I thought it was tomorrow. I haven't finished my homework yet!"

"Attend class?"

The pastor's beard was raised. He looked very old. It could be seen that he was very handsome when he was young. Time has shaped him into what he is now, but it has not damaged his temperament.

Instead, it was like a jar of old wine, getting newer over time. Even Dudley could clearly detect its amazing charm.

Because it was only a short street, there were already no less than ten sexy girls ogling him.

This handsome old man's half-length hair is combed back. He is not wearing clerical attire today, but is wearing a suit and tie and holding a cane.

Both stylish and sophisticated.

"Yes. I have to go to school."

Dudley muttered, he lowered his head, his fat body was almost two widths of the old man next to him: "You are right, I really want to take revenge on the people who killed my father.

But--"

He raised his head and looked directly into the old man's eyes as pure as the blue sky. It was obvious that this action made him so uncomfortable that Dudley kept twisting his body unconsciously.

"My father also graduated from Smelting. He hopes that I will graduate from there. What he wants to see most is that I wear Smelting's uniform and leave a similar graduation photo in the place where he once took the graduation photo. According to.

I." Dudley took a deep breath and his voice became firm; "I want to fulfill his wish. "

The old man looked at him in the same way, and the two of them stood on the crowded street without speaking again.

Dudley's back quickly bent down again, his eyebrows raised, his eyes drooped, like a coward, it looked so strange, he thought to himself.

"Anything else?" The old man looked at him and said lightly.

"What else?"

"What other wishes, reasons, excuses, etc., tell me all at once!" The old man twisted his tie impatiently.

"Oh and - and my mother is the only one left at home now, I need to accompany her, I can't leave her alone."

"What a trouble - tsk" the old man sighed in distress, he pressed his forehead (this action made the eyes of several hot girls passing by light up, and they couldn't help but cast a few fiery eyes.)

But seeing Dudley's puzzled eyes, and Dudley's determination that he himself didn't know, the old man still shook his head and muttered;

"Okay, okay, who let me choose the person myself.

Boy, there is no problem with school, you can continue to go to school, of course only half a day, and the rest of the time go to the small church next to Smelting-"

Dudley was stunned, and after trying to recall the environment of the school, he asked hesitantly.

"But there is no church next to Smelting - and it only lasts half a day"

"There will be one tomorrow! Don't interrupt!"

The old man became more and more impatient, and his tone became worse. Dudley shrank his neck and continued to listen:

"The church will be there tomorrow. It's okay for you to go to half a day, because Smelting is originally one of the church's schools. Your transcript will be normal. By the way, how much did you get in the exam? I will have someone continue to make a list based on your grades."

"UU (failed)"

"What? Speak louder, are you a man? How can a man's voice be so soft?"

"U!!!"

"U???"

The old man looked at Dudley in astonishment. Dudley was very familiar with that look, but he didn't like it very much, because he had that look when he saw humanoids in the zoo.

After another silence for a while, the old man suddenly whispered: "I've begun to regret it."

Dudley didn't know what was going on. He felt a sudden panic in his heart. He was worried that the old man would abandon him, so that he would never be able to avenge the person who killed his father.

He swallowed hard, mustered up his courage, and whispered:

"No matter what, sir, please give me a chance. I... I'm working hard. Dad said that I can't be willful anymore. He hopes that I can become a man. I will definitely become a real man!"

The handsome old man tilted his head and looked at him for a while, and suddenly said;

"It will be very hard, and the training will be difficult."

"I'm not afraid!"

"Then arrive at the church at noon tomorrow--"

"Yes!"

The old man waved at him, put one hand in his pocket, and left with a cane.

Dudley watched his back go away, and suddenly remembered something, and asked hurriedly:

"Sir, I don't know your name yet--"

The old man raised one hand, with his back to Dudley:

"Edward Shaw!"

In the huge hall of the Ministry of Magic, wizards from all over England and representatives from the Ministry of Magic of other countries gathered here, waiting for the opening of the inauguration ceremony.

Dumbledore stood in the corner, his tall body completely hidden in the darkness, but he was so conspicuous.

But thousands of wizards around him seemed to ignore him, just lowered their heads and talked about their own opinions happily.

Dumbledore listened for a while, and generally focused on topics such as Death Eaters and toughness.

People seemed very optimistic that as long as Crouch came to power, he could immediately turn the situation around.

Dumbledore didn't know whether Crouch could do it or not. After so many years of wasting time, could this former minister's popular candidate still maintain the same state as before?

Dumbledore just wanted the Ministry of Magic to stop being a stumbling block and a drag.

The Ministry of Magic should be a helper, not an opponent.

The cheers around suddenly became louder, and Barty Crouch appeared at the other end of the Golden Hall.

People cheered wildly, holding his photo and name and shaking them, as if all the expectations in the world were placed on him.

Barty Crouch walked slowly. He looked about fifty years old, with a straight back and stiff movements.

He wore a spotless black wizard robe with no wrinkles on it. His short beard seemed to have been trimmed with a slide ruler.

His shiny leather shoes made a clacking sound on the shiny floor, but the sound was too quiet compared to the cheers around him.

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at him, staring at his every move, examining his equidistant steps as if he had measured them.

He watched Barty Crouch walk all the way to the podium and read the routine oath without emotion.

Yes, these are not the main points. The voices of the crowd gradually became smaller, and they were quietly waiting for something.

Crouch read the oath without any surprises. There were no bold words, nor did he announce the immediate pursuit of the Death Eaters.

Many people sighed, but soon they comforted themselves again. The dog that bites doesn't bark!

Maybe Barty is holding back something powerful?

The inauguration ceremony for a minister is not complicated. It usually involves taking an oath, taking office, passing a test, and finally announcing the end.

Dumbledore's eyes suddenly became much sharper because Crouch had already arrived in front of the waterfall.

This is goblin technology, but the Ministry of Magic has never admitted it. They have always claimed that they developed this waterfall containing extremely advanced magic technology.

But some people found that a large amount of money had disappeared from the Ministry of Magic's accounts. Insiders revealed that the money flowed into the goblin's treasury.

He looked at Barty Crouch standing in front of the waterfall, walked in without worry, and let the waterfall wash his body.

The goblin's anti-thief waterfall can wash away all spells and magical disguises.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief. At least Barty Crouch was not exchanged by the Death Eaters for Polyjuice Potion.

As for the Imperius Curse - Dumbledore believed his eyes.

When Barty left the waterfall and took the appointment letter from the Wizengamot, the long-suppressed crowd finally burst into unprecedented cheers again.

They raised their wands and fired fireworks, cheering for the birth of a new minister.

Dumbledore shook his robes, looked back and took a deep look at the lively scene, and walked away in the opposite direction.

But Dumbledore didn't expect that he would rush back to the Ministry of Magic again soon after he left.

Because the first decree that Barty Crouch wanted to implement after taking office was-

Reignite the Goblet of Fire!

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1. Monthly ticket 2. Recommendation ticket

I have been talking to you about the bad things these two days, and let you have fun.

The cause of the incident was that when I was applying for the certificate, the processing unit required me to provide my lease contract and the property ownership certificate of the house.

This requirement is actually reasonable. The shop I rented belongs to the developer. Because the surrounding environment is not mature, the developer has no intention of selling it in recent years and only rents it out.

This is also very common, because the shops that have been rented out have already started normal business.

Then a strange thing happened. After communicating with the developer, I still got the property certificate.

As a result, the processing unit did not recognize it. He asked me to prove that the property certificate I provided can really prove the property rights of the shop.

Me: ???

The outrageousness of this matter is about the same as ‘I took my ID card to handle business, and he asked me to find the street or police station to prove that the person on the ID card is indeed me.’

Is it outrageous? Is it ridiculous?

The most important thing is that a group of people who don’t understand the property certificate confidently took the residential property on the property certificate and said that I rented a residential property, not a shop (the community and the street can issue shop certificates, and other shops have also been opened.)

Brothers, the developer’s property rights are large property rights, and they have the property rights of the entire community or plot of land. How can it be commercial land? Shops are just derivative products of building houses! ! !

Can such business capabilities come out to serve the people?

The world is ridiculous

Is this the end? The more outrageous thing is still to come. He actually asked me to find the developer to apply for a separate property certificate for my shop.

Brothers who know the business will know how outrageous this is!

They don’t sell it, and they haven’t even set a price. It’s like asking for a birth certificate for an unborn child! ! ! ! !

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Can you understand my grief, helplessness, and ridiculous feelings? It's really like a beeping dog.

I also called a hotline——