Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

Such inappropriate words made everyone present transform their sadness into anger.

But those Aurors could only be angry but not say anything, they just stood there in silence without moving.

Old Crouch almost lost his temper, but fortunately Professor Snape, who was nearby, quickly grabbed him and tried to smooth things over.

"Of course there is no problem. The Minister of Magic has spoken, who dares not to obey the order?"

After saying that, he led everyone out of the basement. They walked through the dark corridor again and waited until they saw the sunlight again.

Fudge finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his forehead and looked at Professor Snape and asked.

"Where exactly is Professor McGonagall? If Headmaster Dumbledore is not here, I would like to communicate with her alone."

"After all, the person who died was an Auror from the Ministry of Magic. Hogwarts needs to give an explanation."

"Explanation, of course an explanation is needed." Professor Snape stood still and performed his iconic 180-degree turn.

He pulled a piece of parchment directly from his sleeve, unfolded it and held it in front of Fudge, saying with disdain.

"This is the explanation you wanted. If you don't recognize the words above, I can recite them to you."

"Of course the most important thing is the signature at the bottom. The person who signed it said that she signed the document in your name."

Faced with the black and white words, no amount of words seemed so pale and powerless. Fudge began to tremble all over after just one look.

It was not because he was still afraid, but rather an extraordinary anger, even though he had already known about this last night.

But I have never heard of the existence of such a document, so I can understand why that damn Umbridge did this.

He wanted to hide the truth and drag himself into the water in the hope that he could save her.

But it was not just one or two people who came to Hogwarts at that time, but a whole delegation.

Everyone kept silent about the document, as their killer instinct as a political animal told him to.

This matter is definitely not that simple. There must be someone behind the scenes who is behind this with such a huge influence.

It has directly threatened his position as minister. Who will it be, Dumbledore, Jim, or...

Fudge secretly glanced at old Crouch, who was still in grief, his eyes full of suspicion.

Professor Snape keenly caught this point and shook his head with disdain, thinking about the threat of Voldemort now in the eyes of this minister.

Maybe none of them are the most important thing anymore. These guys are really like what Carl said, the comprador landlord class during a special period in the ancient East.

On the one hand, these guys rely on their power and status to plunder those below them crazily and to fawn on those above them.

It doesn't matter to them who is in power; they will sell anything to keep their wealth and status.

In comparison, Voldemort is a man with ideals and ambitions.

"There is actually someone who can be held responsible for this matter. Then I will not say anything more."

Fudge took the parchment with a strange expression. He came here today just for the sake of formality to show the authority of the Ministry of Magic.

In fact, he didn't care at all. In his eyes, the death of two ordinary Aurors was not even as important as what to have for afternoon tea.

And there are more important things to do now. He must hurry back to the British Ministry of Magic and sort out the internal situation.

In order to prevent this disloyal mentality from spreading further, just as he was about to take the Aurors away.

Old Crouch, who had been standing alone at the back of the team, feeling sad, suddenly spoke in a harsh voice.

"Please walk slowly, Minister. Have you forgotten something important? The bodies of the two children?"

"They are still lying in that dark basement. Shouldn't we take them away with us? They are heroes who died gloriously."

"It deserves the respect it deserves. I propose that the Ministry of Magic give him a funeral of the highest order to honor them."

"Well?" Fudge looked a little embarrassed, and his eyes were evasive when he looked at old Crouch.

But the words he said were still unpleasant to the ear, and he just spoke slowly.

"They are certainly heroes, but the culprit has not been caught yet, so we can't be sure what the truth is."

"After all, there are many dangerous magical animals in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. It will take time to investigate the truth."

"Besides, the ministry is short of funds right now, so I think we should postpone the funeral for now."

"They were clearly killed by the Killing Curse. The murderer must be Voldemort. How can you say that?"

Old Crouch was a little mad.

Fudge's expression immediately turned ugly. He stared at the other person and spoke sternly.

"Don't mention that name. Voldemort is dead. I don't allow anyone to spread such groundless rumors and create panic."

"The British wizarding world is very safe now. With the protection of the Ministry of Magic, it is only a matter of time before any dark wizards at large are caught."

"Mr. Crouch, please be careful with your words. I don't want to hear anything like that again."

Professor Snape looked at old Crouch, whose face was red with anger, and the idiot who had begun to become suspicious, shook his head in disdain, and then spoke calmly.

"Please be patient, I think I can propose a compromise plan. After all, those two Aurors sacrificed their lives to protect Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts is obliged to handle their affairs after death. If the Ministry of Magic has no objection, they can be buried in Hogwarts."

"What do you think of this place where they fought their last battle?"

"Of course, I have no objection." Fudge spoke first. As long as it didn't cost him money, those two guys could bury them wherever they wanted.

What does it have to do with him? It would be better if Hogwarts could take over the matter and save a lot of pension.

Old Crouch stood aside in silence, while the other Aurors looked at him intently with expectant eyes.

"Oh, by the way, if you have no objection, I would like to ask old Mr. Crouch to stay for a few more days. After all, these two were once his subordinates."

"It's really hard to justify a Ministry of Magic Auror's funeral without Ministry of Magic personnel in attendance."

Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, Professor Snape spoke again.

This time, old Crouch didn't hesitate and nodded directly.

"No problem. I can stay in Hogwarts for a while. I wonder what the Minister thinks."

Fudge rolled his eyes and nodded in agreement. He thought to himself, if old Crouch could stay in Hogwarts.

If I return to the Ministry of Magic, internal cleansing will be easier. After all, this guy no longer holds any position of real power.

But the influence is still there after all. Once I have made internal adjustments, I will be able to control this old guy at will.

So with both parties nodding in agreement, Fudge took the Aurors and left Hogwarts.

Old Crouch followed Professor Snape into his office.

Professor Snape rarely invited the other party to sit down, but after serving him tea.

He immediately stood up and prepared to leave, but old Crouch quickly stopped him and said.

"What on earth do you want to do by bringing me here? If you have anything to say, please speak frankly."

Professor Snape did not turn around, but spoke calmly.

"It's not me who's talking to you. Please wait a moment. He'll be here soon."

After saying that, old Crouch was left sitting alone in this strange office and waited for a full 5 minutes until a burst of brisk footsteps were heard outside the door.

A handsome young man walked into the office with a smile on his face, walked in front of him, stretched out a hand and smiled.

"Mr. Barty Crouch, we meet again."