Chapter 476: Simple Friend Selection Criteria

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"Sirius Black, how are you doing?" Fudge greeted Sirius with a smile.

He put on an appearance that the two are very familiar, but in fact they have only met a few times, and there are not any pleasant memories.

"Not bad, the outside is better than Azkaban." Sirius said coldly.

"I'm relieved to see you like this now. It's a pity that I couldn't help you with the things back then, and you made a conclusion without a fair trial. You know it was all advocated by that person." Fudge said regretfully in a low voice. Elf Winky glanced in the direction of Barty Crouch, "Your father and I were very good friends during our lifetime. If you have anything to do, you can come to me. In fact, there are always vacancies in the Auror office." , as long as you are willing, there is nothing to say!"

As a tragic post-war hero, Sirius now has a high reputation among ordinary people in the magical world.

It was in Fudge's interest to win Sirius over to become an Auror at the Ministry of Magic.

Not to mention, the Black family, as the oldest pure-blood wizard family, has a strong network and wealth.

"I'll think about it!" said Sirius.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Fudge's gaze turned to Ivan.

"Dear Alvin, nice to meet you here, I saw your newspaper ad just now, it's great!"

He held Ivan's hand kindly like a father, and asked him how he was.

After waiting for a few minutes, Fudge returned to his place.

"Is he friends with your father?" Ivan asked, sitting down.

"It's all about money. Pure blood wizards like my parents, they are friends with almost all the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic. They are used to donating large, large amounts of Galleons to these politicians to help them pass bills that are beneficial to them." " Sirius said disdainfully, "One of my ancestors tried to force the Ministry of Magic to pass a bill to legalize wizards' hunting and killing of Muggles.

It's ridiculous, but it's in the interests and traditions of the pure-blood wizarding family.

Veteran pure-blood families like the Black family always try to hide behind the scenes, use wealth and family background as weapons, cleverly use people in front of the stage to protect their own interests, and threaten other wizards to obey their orders.

This model has worked very well for the past few centuries.

It wasn't until the appearance of Voldemort that these pure-blood wizard families realized that they had screwed up.

In the early days of Voldemort's rise, there were many pure-blood wizarding families who supported him.

Like Sirius' parents, they were proud that their son was a Death Eater.

They agree with Voldemort's philosophy that the status of pure blood wizards is supreme.

But when Voldemort gradually revealed his true nature and killed people everywhere, these pure-blood wizard families began to be afraid.

The relationship between the two parties has changed from an ally to a master and servant, and the pure-blood wizard family has instead become a tool for Voldemort to expand his power.

No one dared to oppose him, and no one dared to quit halfway.

The Death Eaters are not an organization you can join if you want, and quit anytime you want.

The only end against the will of the Dark Lord is death.

The road has no end but death.

This is why many old pure-blood wizarding families breathed a sigh of relief after Voldemort's defeat.

Although after the war, their power and control over the magic world were not as good as before.

However, this is much better than following Voldemort madly to his demise.

At this moment, another representative of the pure-blood wizard family, the Malfoy family, walked into the box.

Lucius Malfoy was still the same as before, squinting and looking at everyone in the box with a very high attitude.

His cold gray-blue eyes stayed on Ivan and Sirius for a while, and then moved away quickly.

There was a sneer on his pale pointed face, which made him look very arrogant.

Behind him, Draco Malfoy and his mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

"Ah, Fudge!" Lucius quickly walked towards the Minister of Magic and held out his hand, "Hello, I don't think you have met my wife Narcissa, and our son Dracora."

"Hello, hello!" said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy, "permit me to introduce you to Mr Oblonsk, the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, It doesn't matter, he can't understand what I'm saying anyway. Let me see who else, you know Sirius Black?"

"Of course!" Lucius turned to Sirius again with malicious eyes, and said in a pretentious tone, "I'm surprised that I let him out."

"Oh, Black is innocent, we've proven it!" Fudge didn't understand what he was saying, "Everything was done by that evil Pettigrew Peter, who would have thought that he was the culprit!"

"That's right!" Lucius said softly, "But I think there are some dangerous guys who don't have any"

"Malfoy, if you want to fight, I'll accompany you at any time!" Sirius shouted.

His voice was loud, and everyone in the box was looking in this direction.

"Lucius didn't mean that, Sirius, I think you misunderstood, don't mind!" Fudge said in a panic, "Lucius just recently donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, He is my guest of honor!"

It was Jin Gallon again, and Aiwen suddenly understood the meaning of what Sirius said just now.

It seems that it is really easy to become Fudge's friend, as long as you have a lot of gold.

As long as the Philosopher's Stone is transformed to have the function of turning stones into gold, it seems that it is not difficult to control the Ministry of Magic.

Under Fudge's gaze, Lucius Malfoy didn't say anything out of the ordinary.

He looked sarcastically at Sirius, and at everyone else in the row.

This feeling is like being stared at by a poisonous snake.

Then he walked to his seat.

Draco Malfoy followed behind his father, glaring at Ivan, Harry, Ron and Hermione contemptuously.

People approached the box one after another, and when everyone was full, Ludo Bagman rushed in.

"Is everyone ready?" His round face shone like a giant spherical cheese, "Minister, can we start?"

"Just start as you say, Ludo." Fudge said kindly.

Ludo nodded, drew his wand, pointed to his throat and said, "Loud voice!"

The next second, what he said was like thunder, resounding through the entire stadium that was packed.

His voice echoed above their heads, resounding to every corner of the stands. (To be continued.)