Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

"Ah, hello hello, I'm so sorry, Mr. Cadmus, for making you feel so wronged."

In a daze, Amber felt the door open, followed by a voice coming from outside the door, and then the gray hair.

"Hello, Mr. Minister.

Amber, who was half lying on the bed, had a lazy look on his face, watching Fudge walk in quickly, and just nodded lightly to say hello, without any intention of getting off the bed.

Seeing such a scene, Fudge's face froze.

But years of political career, let him recover quickly.

Still maintaining that enthusiastic attitude, he kindly sat beside Amber and greeted him.

"This time it was really Castro's work mistake. Although the work process is so regulated, we need to be more careful and patient with the underage students."

Seeing that Fudge set the tone as soon as he came up, and characterized this as Castro's work mistake, Amber smiled, but did not answer.

"This kid..." 29

See Amber out of the loop. Fudge's face became a little stiff.

Now he finally experienced Amber's difficulty, and he also understood a little bit why Castro failed so miserably the day before.

This pure-blooded teenager who has been in charge of the family since childhood is indeed difficult to deal with.

Thinking like this, Fudge winked behind him.

The secretaries understood and left the room with everyone.

As the door slammed shut, only Amber and Fudge were left in the cramped room.

"Okay, let's open the skylight and say something, Mr. Cadmus, what do you want?

Fudge is straight to the point, straight to the point, he needs to urgently solve the dilemma encountered by the Ministry of Magic now, and he does not dare to delay.

And with Castro's lessons learned, he will no longer simply treat Amber as a kid who can be fooled, but really as a political opponent of his age.

Hearing Fudge's frank words, Amber was immediately impressed by him.

One can not be fooled by appearances. Those who clearly know themselves and their opponents are rare in this world.

So Amber also sat up straight for the first time, his eyes were fixed on Fudge's pupils, and he said seriously:

"It's very simple, I want a first-class Merlin Medal."

"Impossible! You're joking."

Fudge subconsciously refused, with a ridiculous expression on his face.

In his opinion, the lion's opening also has some limits, and the Merlin Order of Merlin is not even something that he can decide as a Minister of Magic.

Such insatiable greed, there is absolutely no room to talk about.

Thinking like this, he has already marked Amber to the limit of non-communication, with a clear displeasure on his face, stood up and walked outside.

But Amber was not impatient, he took out the diary again, and said lightly:

"Minister Fudge, your seat is not very stable, is it?"

Fudge suddenly stopped, and when he looked back and saw the diary in Amber's hand, he suddenly showed a look of horror, and asked in a voiceless voice:

"Where did you get this from?

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Minister. You just need to know that I can get it.

Slowly put the diary on the table. Amber looked at Fudge's stiff body and continued to ask:

"Let's go back to the topic just now, now, how many of the Twenty-Eight Purebloods support you? What is Wizengamot's approval rating for you? 99

"And most importantly, how will the elders feel about you?

A series of questions threw out, smashing Fudge almost unsteady.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something to save face, but he felt a dryness in his throat, and he couldn't even make a sound.

I don't know how long it took before Fudge felt the sense of touch in his whole body slowly returning.

"What do you want?

Fudge heard his voice dry and hoarse, even as unpleasant as a fingernail scratched on glass.

And Amber, who then pointed to the only chair in the room, said to Fudge:

"Sit down and talk, Mr. Minister.

Fudge's movements were as stiff as the worst of dolls. He slowly moved to the stool and sat down.

Only then did he instinctively take out his handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and focused his eyes on Amber's youthful face.

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything, I just want to say, maybe I can be your backstage."

"You? Stop kidding—"

Ambush his subconscious imagination, but just as the laughter came out, he was cut off in his throat.

It was only now that he remembered with hindsight that the young man in front of him had been in charge of the Cadmus family since the age of three.

Not only has it not been eaten up by the surrounding families, but it has some prosperous meanings.

And this time, he also showed his energy and connections.

Thinking like this, Fudge couldn't help but think about the possibility of what Amber said.

Seeing Fudge struggling in pain, Amber wasn't in a hurry.

The Fudge family is not a big pure-blood family. They have only been raised for a hundred years, and they do not have much foundation in the entire magic world.

Not to mention that 600 had to say that Fudge's rise to power was inherently unstable, otherwise it would be impossible to sacrifice his own reputation, and he would have to pull Dumbledore to help him stand.

However, looking at Fudge's tangled face, Anbo was ready to add another fire.

He slowly raised the diary in his hand, turned to the marked page, and showed it to Fudge.

"I took a look at your idea to promote the transformation of the magical world, to achieve the centralization and efficiency of the Ministry of Magic's power, although naive, but it is indeed a way. 99

But on your own, I'm afraid you won't be able to do that.

"You're just a passerby, at most ten years in this position, and then you have to give way to the next man of the year.35

"And you, besides hanging your name on the wall in the hall, won't do you any good.

With that said, Amber stood up, looked down at Fudge, who was slumped on the chair, and said:

"You can't defy the Presbyterian Church, but I can."

"And I hold all the patents for the magic phone, you should know how helpful it is for you to hold all the rights to a communication device. 99

Amber put the phone on the table and slowly pushed it towards Fudge.

The small black mirror seemed to have some kind of magic, and it tightly attracted Fudge's eyes.