Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

An alliance to deal with Dumbledore?

Fudge's interest was piqued: "What kind of alliance?"

"Simple," Yaxley said bluntly, "We, several pure-blood families, are willing to fund the *Daily Prophet* and ruin the reputations of Dumbledore and Harry Potter through the media, so that no one will trust them anymore."

Ruining their reputations is good!

Their reputations must be ruined, so that people think Dumbledore is an old madman, and the savior is a little madman.

A sinister smile flashed in Fudge's eyes, but then he hesitated.

"Will Swan Media stand idly by? What if Sebastian gets involved personally..."

"Don't worry about that person," Yaxley said confidently, "We have dealt with him a lot and are very familiar with his personality. As long as we don't directly target him, but focus on Dumbledore and the Savior, he will definitely not get involved personally."

He glanced at Umbridge: "What happened at the meeting today will definitely not happen again."

"That's enough," Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, "As for Swan Media, let them say whatever they want. Ignore them and let's focus on Dumbledore and the two of them."

"Minister, rest assured," Yaxley smiled slightly, "We have already found several excellent writers who will definitely make Dumbledore and the Savior suffer."

"Excellent writers..." Fudge pondered slightly, and actively recommended, "I thought of a very suitable candidate—Rita Skeeter. Her writing is very sharp, and it is just right for this matter."

"We had already thought of her," Yaxley frowned, "However, after hearing our request, she refused to write articles targeting Harry Potter, and only agreed to target Dumbledore."

Only willing to target Dumbledore?

Fudge frowned and said unwillingly: "What about the Savior..."

"Minister, don't worry, we have also found other writers to target the Savior. We have offered a lot of Galleons, and many people are willing to take on this job."

"In addition," Yaxley suggested again, "Didn't Dumbledore say that the Dark Lord has returned? You might as well actively cooperate, such as letting the Dementors go out on patrol to look for the Dark Lord's traces."

Dementor patrol?

Aren't we discussing matters targeting Dumbledore and the Savior? What are you talking about Dementors for?

Fudge frowned, not knowing what the other party was up to.

Yaxley showed a meaningful smile: "We can let the Dementors patrol the route past the Savior's residence to cause some trouble for the Savior. Not too many, just two Dementors will do."

"Of course, we don't intend to do anything to the Savior, otherwise that would be making trouble for you, Minister. Moreover, it is no secret that the Savior knows the Patronus Charm, so nothing will happen to him."

"It's just that underage wizards are prohibited from using magic outside of school. We can seize this point to make some noise, and we can disgust the Savior no matter what the result is."

Speaking of this, Yaxley leaned closer, his tone full of temptation.

"Minister, you don't even need to intervene directly. Leave this matter to me, and I guarantee it will be clean and neat, and will never involve you or the Deputy Minister."

"If you agree, Minister, it is best to arrange this matter as soon as possible. According to our understanding, the Savior will only stay at his aunt's house for a month, and then he will transfer to Swan Manor. By then, we will have no chance."

What a talent! He can come up with so many damaging tricks!

With such a series of moves, the Savior will definitely be disgusted enough.

Fudge's eyes lit up, staring at Yaxley intently.

He grabbed the other's hand and said excitedly: "Very good, Yaxley, I'll leave the Dementors to you."

"However..." He stretched his voice slightly, "After the incident, I can't completely protect you, after all, I arranged the position to contact the Dementors."

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you, Minister." Yaxley waved his hand, looking nonchalant.

"It's normal for Dementors to enter the Muggle world and be like mice falling into a rice jar, and they may not listen to orders. If it really doesn't work, you can just give me a charge of dereliction of duty."

"Remove me from my position and fine me a few months' salary, and even Dumbledore won't be able to find fault with us."

Hearing this, the stone in Fudge's heart completely fell to the ground, and the most comfortable smile appeared on his face today. Yaxley also smiled along, and the laughter of the two echoed in the office, as if they had already seen the scene of Dumbledore and Harry Potter being suppressed and unable to raise their heads.

Umbridge smiled silently with the two of them, a flash of calculation flashed in her eyes.

Fudge lost face today because of her involvement. If she can't make up for it, she may not be able to sit firmly in the position of Deputy Minister.

Yaxley's plan is undoubtedly an opportunity. If she can also participate in it and successfully expand the matter further, she can not only vent her anger for Fudge, but also teach the Savior a hard lesson.

Whether from the perspective of career or personal grievances, this is a good opportunity not to be missed.

Don't rush, think about it carefully, and contact Yaxley separately later.

............

July 26th, Number Four, Privet Drive.

Harry, who had been busy all day, got off the Knight Bus with a tired face.

Since the holidays began, because he couldn't go to Snape's to practice potions as before, he went to Swan Manor every day to practice spells.

Fighting Voldemort again made him realize his shortcomings, so he put in more effort this holiday, and would not stop until he was exhausted.

"It's too hot!" Harry looked at the withered grass and couldn't help but mutter softly, "I don't know how long the drought will last."

He caught a glimpse of Mrs. Figg across the road, smiled and said hello, and then pushed open the door of Number Four, Privet Drive and walked in.

There was no wind in the room, and it was much hotter than outside.

In the living room, Uncle Vernon was staring at the TV screen intently. In the news, the Prime Minister was giving a passionate speech.

"The slow economic growth and rising unemployment are temporary. We will soon reverse this situation..."

"Bullshit," Vernon said with disdain, "There is not a word of truth in these people's mouths."

Harry subconsciously glanced at the TV, and then suddenly froze.

Kingsley Shacklebolt?

He rubbed his eyes and confirmed again and again, and finally confirmed that he was not mistaken.

Tall, dark-skinned, wearing a suit, with a calm expression and an aura of arrogance.

It was indeed Kingsley, an Auror from the Ministry of Magic. He had seen him during the Triwizard Tournament. What was he doing by the Prime Minister's side?

It was probably Dumbledore's doing, the purpose was to protect the Prime Minister's safety.

While thinking, Harry's aunt Petunia walked out of the kitchen and said to Harry.

"Harry, it's time to eat. Go and call Dudley, he should be playing in the nearby small park now."