The night faded quietly.

A ray of morning light lit up in the sky, and even the breeze that blew past was filled with the fragrance of morning flowers.

The day finally dawned.

Wrapped in a long robe, Brian stood on the lawn of the manor, looking at the rising sun in a daze, with a serious look on his face.

A corner of the curtain was lifted where he couldn't see it, and the girl's gaze fell on her all the time, and then she sighed inaudibly, not knowing what she was thinking.

"London is going to be messed up."

Brian murmured softly, and continued to figure out how to improve the passive into active.

To be honest, he really hates this kind of forced calculation. A little wizard like him has his own road plan, so he can feel more at ease if he takes the initiative and plays by ear.

Fudge probably didn't like this feeling very much, after all, he didn't make detailed calculations, plans, risk assessments like himself in advance, and he could also deduce with Tom Riddle.

......

Compared with the quiet and peaceful Wallis Manor, the Ministry of Magic is simply in a mess.

Fudge had just brought Umbridge to the Ministry of Magic and felt something strange. Everyone seemed to be looking at him with strange eyes along the way. In addition, he was disturbed when he woke up in the morning, and then distracted thoughts arose. It always feels like something bad is going to happen.

He frowned slightly, leaned back on the chair in the office, and thought about whether he had missed any important things.

"boom."

Umbridge pushed open the door, and walked over anxiously with a newspaper in his hand.

Fudge's frown deepened a little. He hated someone who barged in without knocking on the door. This was completely challenging the authority of his minister, even if this person was his confidant.

"Minister, something has happened!" Umbridge looked flustered, and handed a newspaper in front of Fudge, "Someone leaked the news that you want to reform the currency, and it has been published on the headline of today's Daily Prophet."

"Bang!"

Fudge was no longer as stable as before, and he didn't even notice that the chair fell to the ground because he stood up too hard.He pulled the newspaper from Umbridge's hands, feeling dizzy.

"How dare they...how dare they?" Fudge seemed to squeeze out these words through his teeth, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, "Why didn't I know they wanted to publish this kind of news? Ugh Mrich, tell me, what is going on! How dare they publish it without telling me, and how did the news and photos get out?"

With his face flushed and his voice hurried, he swept down a thick pile of memorials on the table and said angrily.

The original intention of innovation is good, but it must be based on moderation and smooth transition. This is naturally an excellent method.However, the current situation is turbulent, just when the people's hearts need to be stabilized. Issuing a new currency is undoubtedly digging out the blood of pure-blooded families and commoner wizards, and the goblins who have been passively driven will fight you desperately. dig a grave.

However, what made Fudge even more desperate was that, for some reason, the news spread at an astonishingly fast speed, leaving no time for him to react at all.

With such a low-cost, high-efficiency strategy, Fudge felt that someone had done something casually with a wave of his hand, and the entire Ministry of Magic, and even the entire wizarding world, was in chaos because of this... It is really powerless.

In the present situation, Fudge, or rather the Ministry of Magic, was really set on fire.

For Fudge, the good news is that most of the pure-blood families seem to have disappeared in this turmoil, and have not sent letters to question like the Malfoy and Lestrange families.

From this point of view, it seems that there is still a chance to save the situation, but I may not be able to make as much money as I did at the beginning.

"No, I don't know, I will immediately contact the person in charge of the "Daily Prophet" to inquire about it." Umbridge said immediately, "But..."

"But what?"

Umbridge pondered for a moment, then spoke again: "The angles and content of these photos seem to be very similar to that famous reporter?"

"You mean that Rita Skeeter?"

Fudge paused, and slowly raised his head.

Umbridge didn't open his mouth either. He just found out the past few news sections edited by Rita Skeeter from the material storage place next to him and handed them to Fudge. Tightly, he said, "So, this matter was really done by Rita Skeeter?"

"That's probably the case." Umbridge said, "But it can't be ruled out that someone imitated her style and blamed her, but the possibility of this is probably not high. The reporter's reputation has never been very good. , In order to gain attention, it can be said that they will do everything possible.

I heard that she is also an Animagus, but the details are unknown, and the possibility is very high. "

"Then continue to investigate for me." Fudge's voice became colder, "No matter who is involved in this matter, no one will be let go, and those forces can be used when necessary."

Umbridge trembled, bowed his head and quickly left, Fudge walked to the other side of the office, looked out the window, his face was extremely ferocious, he gritted his teeth, and paused every word.

"Who is killing me!"

......

......

"Of course it is me."

Brian looked at the goblin Griphook, his eyes fixed, and he said calmly, "Please inform me that the patriarch of the Wallis family and the wizard Brian Tonks has asked to see Gringotts."

Griphook sneered: "Little boy, you should go back and forth wherever you go, because you won't be able to tell who you are pretending to be so sophisticated here."

Brian was not annoyed, he just smiled and continued to hand over the invitation. Even an old man who is proficient in etiquette can't find the slightest fault in this gesture.

The smile on Griphook's face suddenly faded. It took a deep look at Brian, was silent for a while, turned its head, and said lightly, "Wait here."

"Who are you looking for?" Sirius looked at the two charades in confusion.

"Don't ask so many questions, we should see you later." Brian glanced at him and said.

Seeing that both Brian and Lynn remained silent on this matter, Sirius nodded half-understanding, and really stopped asking.

Not long after, an older goblin walked in. This person often appeared in various newspapers. Without Lynn's reminder, Brian knew that he was the current person in charge of Gringotts.

It bowed slightly to please, and took Brian, Lynn, and Sirius on the special train of Gringotts to the bottom of the underground vault, and even bypassed the fire dragon and many guards to reach the deepest vault. Then he knocked on the door very solemnly.

"Please come in!"

The old goblin was extremely respectful, opened the door without saying a word, and stood aside, but Brian smiled, ignoring Sirius' extremely astonished gaze, walked in quickly, and came to an extremely old but In front of the bright-eyed goblin, he saluted.

"Hogwarts student Brian Tonks, met senior Gringotts."

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