Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 301 Silver Armor and Knight Sword
Today's Ministry of Magic is still leisurely. Since the start of the Triwizard Tournament, Fudge has lived the happy life he dreamed of.

The life of ups and downs in the past two years was not what he, the minister of salty fish, wanted. Voldemort was alive and dead, and the sky in England's magic world was darkened by this dark devil. Fudge recalled the unforgettable years.
It was 14 years ago in the dark days when Voldemort was rampant.

But that is in the past!
Fudge hummed a little tune, moved his buttocks, and changed to a more comfortable sitting position. The old chair that had been with him for many years was changed from a brand-new green one to a round and concave shape. Who would have thought that he was just a small person at the time? Fudge can now sit in the position of Minister of Magic for more than ten years.

Thanks to Voldemort, the talented 'tall man' became an eye-catching target when Voldemort was raging, and they fell one after another. The pressure that was no less than the sky falling directly crushed the most outstanding people in the Ministry of Magic.

It's also thanks to Barty's youngest son. If he hadn't cheated his good father and dragged Barty Crouch, the last pillar of the Ministry of Magic, into the cesspit, how could I, Fudge Hod, use this to rise to the top?

Of course, Dumbledore should be more grateful. If he hadn't selfishly and ruthlessly abandoned the magic world after cleaning up the house, and only planned to manage his own one-acre three-point land, this position would definitely not be him.

At first, Fudge thought he was Dumbledore's puppet, but when he gradually realized that Dumbledore really didn't care about the power of the Ministry of Magic and the responsibility of the wizarding world in England, Fudge was no longer the ordinary man he once was. An unremarkable clerk, he found his way as a minister.

That is worse than bad.

As long as the Ministry of Magic did not improve, and the wizarding world in England did not improve, he would never lose his position as Minister.

As long as he pulls everyone into the muddy pond where he is, he can use his rich experience to drown everyone who tries to challenge his ministerial position in the cesspit.

Increase the staffing of the Ministry of Magic, the body of the Ministry of Magic is bloated, and it is impossible to see the talents of the people. It is the main theme of the Ministry. The head of the department must not be a responsible talent. Do Bagman was Fudge's favorite choice for minister.

What can you expect a career from a man who is full of bombast, addicted to gambling, and has no ink in his stomach?
After so many years of painstaking efforts, Fudge finally turned the Ministry of Magic into a rotten place that does not seek to make progress.

This is the Ministry of Magic that Fudge wants. It is absolutely impossible for a capable person to be in the top position. The Ministry of Magic where all the high-ranking people are full of money.

What about the high crime rate?What about attrition?What about the weakest Auror in Europe?

As long as there is that golden cutie in his pocket, and as long as his well-fed pure-blood family continues to support him, the sky in England will not collapse. Fudge really doesn't believe it. All the belongings saved by hundreds of thousands were wiped out!There were many capable ministers before him!

The only thing that made Fudge a little regretful was that Barty Crouch was not expelled by him, and he was even the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but the shit that his son wiped on him made Barty never be able to be The possibility of the minister.

Thank you Dumbledore for your inaction!

Fudge, who was in high spirits, poured himself a glass of his favorite red currant rum. He swung the glass, his eyes full of contented intoxication.

"boom!"

A loud noise shook Fudge, the wine glass in his hand was crooked, and the red currant rum was spilled all over him, but Fudge didn't care about the wine, and got up from his seat in a bit of embarrassment.

"What happened?"

With some uncontrollable panic, he spoke to the young Auror who almost kicked in the door. The matter of Voldemort's death had tortured him so much that it left a psychological shadow. The flustered face in front of him The pale young Auror definitely wouldn't say anything good, and Fudge's heart was suddenly lifted when he fell to the ground.

"One one one"

The pale-faced child was gasping for breath for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out, which made Fudge, who was already nervous, trembled with his legs and mouth, and couldn't reprimand him for a long time, "You fucking said it!" ! '

"A high-risk incident notification has been jointly issued by the Emergency Disasters Division and Auror Command, Minister."

A portrait opened its mouth and interrupted the non-stop anxious atmosphere. Emergency notifications from the Ministry of Magic were all reported through multiple lines.

"Yes! This is it!"

The young Auror, who had recovered his breath, nodded sharply, "Captain Scrimgeour has already brought people to the scene, and there is also an emergency disaster."

"Shut up!" Fudge blushed and let out a breath of air. He supported the table to try to calm himself down, "Is it the Dark Lord?"

"No no, yes"

"That's good." Fudge interrupted the Auror, and immediately his legs and feet became more agile, "Time is running out, I..."

Fudge was going to say 'I need to run the Ministry and you've got Scrimgeour in charge. '

But when I think that Scrimgeour has violated his principle of "choose stupid and let him be stupid", he can't let that old guy continue to increase his reputation. He needs to find a good opportunity to transfer him to the Department of Mysteries or something. A good place for Aurors, after all, there are important responsibilities, is 'high promotion'.

"Lead the way quickly, I'll pass right away!"

Fudge spoke resolutely, and kicked the corner of the table to dispel the pain from his weak legs.

He hurriedly followed the young Auror out of the Ministry of Magic.

With a soft 'pop', Fudge, who came out of the apparition's 'rubber tube', sucked his stomach in order to prevent his shirt from being unbuttoned, but before he could let it out naturally , What he saw in front of him made him grow his mouth and take a sharp breath of air-conditioning, and his bulging stomach instantly unbuttoned, but fortunately there was still a robe to cover it.

"Melly! What the hell is this thing?"

Fudge's somewhat piercing voice brought the people present back from their astonishment at the outrageous sight.

"It's the castle, if I'm not mistaken, Minister."

A deep and deep male voice resounded, immediately reassuring Fudge.

"Of course I know it's a castle, Kingsley."

Fudge swallowed to suppress the shock in his heart, but before he could calculate whether the castle that was about to be squeezed out from a different time and space was worthwhile, another voice came to his ears.

"It's not just a castle, Fudge."

The voice was not young, but the old voice was full of excitement that Fudge couldn't understand.

Fudge suddenly turned his head and saw a group of people he was familiar with but also unfamiliar with.

"Why are the Knights of Merlin here?"

As soon as this question flashed through his mind, he saw this group of old men, who were not too young, step forward quickly, passed the position where the Aurors were, and stood at the front of the crowd.

"This is the lost royal city!"

The old man at the head shouted loudly, he grabbed his robe and threw it aside vigorously, revealing the light knight lining under the robe.

"Notify Bel Ryder, and all members of the Knights of the Round Table to assemble!"

The old man almost shouted this sentence with a roar!

"Welcome to the return of my king!"

All England was in motion, moved by an ancient force that had been buried for so long and might never have moved.

It is the silver armor and the knight's sword, and the British royal emblem that is still shining as new after a thousand years.

(End of this chapter)