Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 231 The Grumpy Fudge

"The Knott family, the Mulciber family, the Gower family, the Crabbe family, the Parkinson family..."

The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudgepin, raised his hands and read out the names of these families with great pleasure.

His secretary circled him, smoothing out the wrinkles in his pinstriped suit, straightening his bright red tie, cleaning the dust off his pointed boots and the fluff off his dark green top hat.

At the end, he took the cloak that had been ironed countless times.

"You said."

While taking the cloak, Fudge asked his secretary ostentatiously, "Why do all those people come to entertain me?"

"You must have done well enough, sir."

The female secretary gave her a wink, twisted her pretty face and said, "Now everyone says that you are doing much better than the previous ministers."

"Exaggerated."

Fudge put on his long cloak, took off his dark green top hat, and dusted off the non-existent dust on it.

"No matter how good a minister is, you will not allow you to say that. Things may fail because of pride. I must be more humble."

"You are humble enough, Minister." The female secretary said, and straightened the cloak without wrinkles for him.

Fudge came to the mirror and looked at it with satisfaction.

"You'll get a raise, within this month."

As Fudge said, he stretched out his right hand, and the female secretary hurriedly handed over the cane, "Come on, we will make the wizarding world better."

The female secretary nodded immediately, and at the same time raised her right hand to make a fist: "Come on, let's make the wizarding world better."

Fudge nodded in satisfaction, and then prepared to leave the office to attend the "annoying" banquet.

However, as soon as his hand was on the door, the door was pushed open forcefully.

"My God, don't you know who knocked on the door?"

Fudge, who was hit on the nose by the door frame, didn't care about the top hat that fell on the ground, lowered his head, covered his nose and reprimanded.

"Sorry, Fudge, I have something very important to see you."

The calm and deep voice successfully made Fudge forget the pain.

Yes, this is one of the two people he has always cared about.

The one who wasn't there was Barty Crouch, a person who received more support than himself, and if it wasn't for his "cute" son, he might have lost the election because of him.

As for the other one, that is, the one in front of him, he is too famous.

Albus Dumbledore.

Who doesn't know him?
Who doesn't think he should be Minister for Magic?

God is sorry, if Crouch can still handle it, then Dumbledore really compares him to nothing.

Even when he first got the job (1900), he would often go to Dumbledore to ask him what he thought of his decree.

It's a big joke for a minister to ask a principal for instructions, but this is his personal experience with Fudge.

If you don't know what kind of power Dumbledore has in the wizarding world.

That's easy, go be the Minister for Magic and they'll compare you to this gentleman.

"If it was Dumbledore, he wouldn't do that."

"If it was Dumbledore, he would do better."

"Dumbledore can become Minister anytime he wants to."

This kind of argument has been around him for a long time.

For this reason, he had to replace with a secretary who couldn't satisfy him regardless of his professional skills or beauty.

No way, this secretary's mouth is too good at talking.

She could talk so high that Fudge thought she was the wisest of the Ministers for Magic.

And today she did.

It's a pity that all the good mood turned into nothingness because of the appearance of this person in front of him.

"Albus."

Fudge picked up his hat and dusted it off, he didn't even want to look at Dumbledore, just said with his head down.

"You come here in such a hurry, does it mean that Voldemort has been resurrected again?"

Dumbledore first widened his eyes in surprise, as if seeing an unbelievable scene.

Yes, he had never thought Fudge so wise.

But this look only existed for a moment, because Fudge's eccentric look had already explained everything.

"If I say yes, are you..."

"Merlin's beard."

Fudge almost jumped to his feet and said, "Is there anything more absurd than this? Albus, you admitted your mistake last year. He didn't come back to life, didn't you?"

"But this time it's true." Dumbledore said solemnly.

Fudge rolled his eyes, and then he noticed that the door of the office was not closed, and there were many little ears listening outside.

"Close the door."

After Fudge finished speaking, he added, "You go out too."

The secretary who was about to close the door hurriedly stepped out and closed the door from the outside.

She knows her weakness, she never gets involved in government affairs.

"Fudge, you must face all this soberly, calm down, maybe..."

"Maybe we'll go back to ten years ago, Albus, I know how Jenkins and Minkan got fired." Fudge said with suppressed anger.

Jenkins and Minkan, the two Ministers for Magic before his predecessor.

Zhan Ken was dismissed because he couldn't solve the riot of pure-blood wizards, and Kan Min was dismissed because he seemed strong but was actually unable to control the rise of the Dark Lord.

In short, that was not the result he wanted.

"We always have to face the fact correctly, Fudge, Millicent did a good job, didn't he?" said Dumbledore.

"She's just lucky, Albus." Fudge turned around, sat hard on his leather seat and said, "If it wasn't for the one who happened to be plotted by Lily Potter's magic, she could only be dismissed. "

"That's not a conspiracy, it's her who gave Harry..."

"Love's spell, I know, Albus, anyway, her luck is good, but I don't believe in luck." Fudge waved his hand angrily, interrupting Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked down at Fudge, and he felt more and more that the Minister of Magic was unreasonable.

But so what, Fudge was Minister for Magic now.

"If you want, Albus, I can buy you something to drink."

As Fudge said, he took a look at the pocket watch in his pocket, "But I have an important party soon, so we need to drink it quickly."

"There are plenty of people at Hogwarts who can prove me right, Fudge, you just have to go there..."

"No, no, no."

Fudge shook his head vigorously, and interrupted Dumbledore for the fourth time, "Don't say that again, you can't deceive me, Dumbledore, you just need to tell me, what exactly do you want?"

Dumbledore stared at Fudge in a daze, he felt that what he had said was clear enough.

"Do you think the Hogwarts office is too small, so you want to sit here and give orders?"

After holding back for a while, Fudge finally expressed the truest thoughts in his heart.

Dumbledore stood there in astonishment, he felt that one of himself and the person opposite must have been unreasonable.

In order not to let himself become like the other party, Dumbledore nodded slightly, then turned and walked out of the office without hesitation.

Damn the Ministry of Magic, Nicol was right.

(End of this chapter)