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Ministry of Magic.

Minister's Office.

Fudge was furious with the employees who were working with Gringotts.

"What? They are not willing to lend money? Reason, I need a reason!"

"Because our fiscal revenue is obviously beyond our means."

"Why is this happening?"

"Mr. Minister, we have reported to you many times before! The sixteen pure-blood families headed by Parkinson have gradually reduced their donations to the Ministry of Magic a few months ago, and stopped completely last month. Sponsorship of the Ministry of Magic - Mr Minister, we are really out of money."

"You need to tell me that I have no money? If it weren't for the fact that I can't pay next month's salary, do you think I would be willing to borrow money from Gringotts? I don't want to see the faces of those greedy goblins! "

Fudge took two deep breaths to catch his breath.

"Is there nothing we can do now?"

The employee hesitated and was speechless for a long time. After holding it in for a long time, he said:

"Perhaps we can sell some of our collected magic items through gray channels..."

"asshole!"

Fudge's face turned red with anger: "Those things are confiscated because they are contraband, and now you actually want us to sell those dangerous things? We are the Ministry of Magic!"

He stood up and threw the ink bottle on the table. The employee was very alert and quickly took out his wand to stop the ink bottle in the air, and then returned the bottle to the minister's desk with a flattering smile.

"Get out, get out of here!"

Fudge growled.

The employee immediately nodded and bowed out of the door. As soon as he walked out, his expression immediately changed.

"Damn, you only give me a salary of 100 gold galleons every month, and you still want me to work to death! I won't do it anymore!"

The employee immediately felt proud and proud. He was not a useless person who was just sitting on a plain diet. The Lin family from the Far East had extended an olive branch to him and offered him a salary of 150 gold galleons!

The employee left and Umbridge arrived.

The pink toad spirit pushed open the door of the minister's office and saw Fudge leaning on the chair, breathing heavily.

"Oh, my dear minister, who has displeased you?"

"Dolores, you're here,"

Fudge sat up straight in his chair and waved to her.

"We are in financial crisis at the Ministry of Magic, did you know that?"

"Of course I know. I'm here just to discuss this matter with you."

"Oh, tell me?"

Fudge immediately pricked up his ears. Umbridge was his right-hand man. When he was at his wits' end, she could always find a way.

"Didn't you agree to the Greengrass family's invitation a few days ago to attend a cocktail party to celebrate their daughter's lifting of the curse?"

"Yes, the Greengrass family still provides us with financial support. For this, I must maintain a good relationship with them."

Umbridge's smile was very greasy, which could easily make people feel physically and mentally uncomfortable, but Fudge just did this.

Just listen to Umbridge say:

"I found out that the person who lifted the Greengrass curse was Errol Weasley, and that stinky girl will also attend the reception..."

"and then?"

Fudge asked.

Umbridge explained:

"Recently, the Lin family from the East has quickly occupied our domestic market for potions and alchemy items. Now the Lin family's transaction tax accounts for the majority of our tax revenue. And I heard that Errol Weasley was actually left behind by the Lin family in the UK. Descendants..."

Fudge shook his head: "So what? The tax ratio cannot be changed easily. The Lin family does pay more taxes, but other families pay less. Overall, our tax revenue has not increased much."

"No, no, no, dear, you misunderstood me,"

Umbridge said,

"The Lin family has never sponsored us from the Ministry of Magic. I think you can use this reception to ask Errol Weasley to sponsor us and get us out of the financial crisis."

Umbridge hated Errol, and Errol had offended her terribly in the first place.

So whenever she had the chance, Umbridge would put eye drops on Errol.

"You think about it, aren't you still withholding the application for the Merlin Order of Merlin, Level 3 submitted by Dumbledore? You can completely use this as an exchange to let the Lin family become a sponsoring family of our Ministry of Magic."

Fudge still shook his head.

"It's not enough. Those pure-blood families donate money to the Ministry of Magic. That's because the Ministry of Magic opens doors for them and satisfies their political demands..."

"Dear~~~, listen to me..."

Umbridge suddenly twisted,

Even Fudge, who has a good appetite, was so disgusted by this exaggerated coquettish gesture that he trembled all over.

"The Lin family is a foreign family. If they want to establish a foothold in the local area, they cannot do without the support of the Ministry of Magic! So you don't have to pay anything at all - not hindering their business is our biggest bargaining chip! And this is the United Kingdom, Isn’t it our Ministry of Magic that has the final say in the wizarding world?”

Fudge finally smiled,

"Hahaha, as expected of you! Indeed, if they obediently send a donation, we will let them continue to do business in the UK. If they do not send a donation, then we will find an excuse to seize their property!"

Umbridge giggled and locked the door.

"So, dear, I solved a difficult problem for you, should you give me a reward?"

Fudge's face changed.

"No, it's still working time!"

"Hoo ho ho, damn ghost, what are you thinking about? I'm talking about the emergency meeting held by the Greek Ministry of Magic - I haven't traveled to Greece yet, would you like to send me there this time?"

Fudge mused: "This meeting was held because a large number of Muggles suddenly died in a certain city in Greece, suspected to be the work of dark wizards, so an emergency meeting was held. I think Greece is not safe now, so you should not take this risk." Bar?"

Umbridge grabbed Fudge's arm and shook it violently.

"I just want to go!"

Fudge, whose body was about to be shaken to pieces, quickly agreed:

"Okay, okay, let you go, let you go!"

……

……

Dumbledore sat behind his desk exhausted and exhausted.

The big snake Nagini was curled up in a corner of the office, while Fox, a drunk and spirited young man, lay on the sofa.

Dumbledore had already tried the first step of Nagini's Animagus transformation twice, and both times he had failed.

The first time was because he failed to control Nagini and let Nagini swallow the mandrake leaves directly;

The second time was due to bad luck. The night when the mandrake was taken out on a full moon night, the sky was cloudy and the moon could not be seen at all, causing the ritual to fail. However, that night, the atmosphere in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office was as usual. A weird, suppressed roar.

Twenty days have passed since this third attempt. If we persist for another ten days, it will be time to try our luck again.

For more than two months, Dumbledore didn't even bother to care about the comet in the sky. Anyway, according to the Muggles, the comet was back to normal, and there was nothing to worry about for the time being. The Muggle government was even very confident. They confidently say that if a comet falls, they can destroy it outside the atmosphere through various means.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door of the principal's office.

"Come in!"

Divination professor Sybill Trelawney walked in,

"Professor Dumbledore, I didn't expect that we would have students who don't know how to respect professors! It's so irritating!"

She complained loudly, "Hermione Granger doesn't give me the respect I deserve as a professor at all! Just like Minerva McGonagall!"

"Sybil, I didn't call you here to discuss Miss Hermione Granger. I think she's just not suitable for Divination class -"

Dumbledore gestured for Trelawney to sit down.

"I called you here today because I need your help."

Trelawney suddenly became excited. She was needed by Dumbledore. This was the greatest recognition for her!

Hermione Granger's and other matters were trivial, and Minerva McGonagall's contempt for him was just casual.

Now the most powerful white wizard Dumbledore needs my help!

"Say, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore nodded,

"Can you predict for me what the weather will be like on the night of the full moon ten days from now?"

——Now Dumbledore has to control Nagini not to swallow the mandrake leaves all the time, which really makes the old wizard's energy a bit overwhelming.

If the weather is still bad this full moon night, Dumbledore wants to give himself a ten-day short vacation.

Trelawney nodded, closed her eyes, and then began to sway,

"Well...the night of the full moon ten days later, the night of the full moon..."

Her eyes suddenly widened,

"Ominous full moon night! Terrifying dementors surround Hogwarts! Some students will be harmed!"

Dumbledore sighed,

"Sybil, I need a real prophecy."

Sybill Trelawney was stunned in embarrassment. She smiled sarcastically and was about to say something to save her image, when suddenly she fell back.

Her eyes rolled white, and her voice seemed to be floating in the air, making people unpredictable——

"On the full moon day in March, the twin moons will turn into lone stars, and the disappearing moon will come on that day. All resistance will be in vain. People are quietly waiting for the disaster to come, but the only turning point is for people in a foreign land!"

After saying this nonsense, Trelawney fainted.

Dumbledore frowned. He could tell that Trelawney's prophecy was a true prophecy.

But he didn't expect that when he asked for a weather forecast, he seemed to predict something incredible.