Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 668 Fudge's Compromise

  After returning to his minister's office, Cornelius Fudge sat down on the armchair behind his desk, put his hand on his forehead, and recalled what happened not long ago.

His original plan to award himself the Order of Merlin, First Class, was completely ruined half an hour ago. Except for the few who had greeted him in advance, most of the Wizengamot members believed that he was not qualified to have one. Merlin Knight Order Medal, think that the reason for the award for contributing to the peace of the magic world is extremely ridiculous.

  Damn it!

   Didn't he contribute to the peace of the magic world?

  The more Fudge thought about it, the more angry he became. Why did those guys deny their efforts.

Since Fudge became the Minister of Magic, he has been working diligently. He has been busy until late every day before going home to rest. He has also been trying his best to donate to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries so that the magic world can maintain peace and stability. Even the crime rate is lower than before, isn't it the result of my own efforts?

   Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in!"

  Fudge frowned slightly, calming himself down.

  The door of the office was opened, Fudge looked up and saw a paper airplane flying in from the wooden door and landed on the desk in front of him, his assistant helped close the door again.

   "Who sent the letter?"

  Fudge picked up the paper airplane, opened it and looked at the sender, frowning slightly.

  The letter mentioned a name, a spell, and three things.

   Just after Fudge read the letter, the paper suddenly burst into flames, which startled him. The letter fell from his fingertips and turned into a pile of ashes on the desk.

   "Fake tricks!" Fudge muttered, recalling the content on the letter paper, muttered: "They must be crazy!"

  Someone is going to send a Muggle wizard to the Wizengamot.

   It's not that Fudge discriminated against Muggle wizards, but the Wizengamot never had such precedent.

  He knew very well that once such a matter was brought up, there would be chaos in the entire Wizengamot.

There are many stubborn guys in the Ministry of Magic who don't like those Muggle wizards very much, but...Albert Anderson, the name Fudge is actually not unfamiliar, and he helped Britain win the International Wizards Chess Championship a while ago, it is said that he is very powerful Genius wizard.

   What shocked Fudge was that this Muggle wizard named Albert Anderson seemed to know many powerful wizards, otherwise his name would not have been sent to him today.

   Is that guy really a Muggle wizard?

   Fudge was skeptical.

  Give up the identity of a wizard, and there are many wizards living in the Muggle world.

   That guy may be the descendant of that group of people.

  As for the restoration curse mentioned in the letter, Fudge still has some understanding.

   Not long ago, this matter was aroused. Some people said that if this spell is really effective, it will be equivalent to the Patronus Charm deterring dementors, and werewolves will no longer be able to pose a threat to wizards.

  At least the situation can be brought under control, and even Fudge has to admit that if anyone can restore the spell, they are eligible to receive a Medal of the Order of Merlin.

  If the Ministry of Magic dared to object, those who objected would be drowned in spittle, just like no one dared to prevent Damocles from receiving an Order of Merlin, even if werewolves could not afford the expensive wolfbane potion.

   It's all due to **** Gilderoy Lockhart, the **** liar who almost lost such an important spell.

  For Gilderoy Lockhart's sad end now, Fudge has no sympathy at all, and even some gloat, but the Ministry of Magic has not withdrawn Lockhart's Order of Merlin.

  Once the matter is announced, wouldn't you slap yourself in the face?

   Gilderoy Lockhart's Medal of the Order of Merlin was awarded to Fudge after he came to power. If this matter is known to others, God knows how those unscrupulous editors will arrange this matter in the newspaper.

  Fudge took a deep breath, knowing that he had no choice. If he wanted to get the badge of Sir Merlin, he had to agree to endorse this matter and let the matter pass smoothly.

  In fact, once Albert Anderson really re-mastered the Restoration Curse and made the spell completely public, it meant that a Medal of the Order of Merlin would not be able to escape no matter what.

As for whether the other party can become the Wizengamot's alternate, the possibility is not small. He knows that this is copying Dumbledore's way, but with the other party's ability, Fudge has no doubt that Albert Anderson can do it .

  Fudge knew that if he firmly denied it, he would definitely get no benefit.

  If the other party is willing to talk to me, it means that their circle has agreed with this matter, and even Albert Anderson is already a member of that circle. Will Dumbledore support it?

   Very likely.

   After all, a large part of their circles overlap, which means that probably more than two-thirds of the Wizengamot members would agree, and it wouldn't matter if he disagreed.

   Fudge, realizing this, slumped back into his chair, hating the feeling of powerlessness.

After a long time, Fudge patted himself on the cheek, regained his composure, and began to write to the other party, expressing his agreement to the matter, and expressing that he would make a donation to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds to win Sir Merlin for himself Opportunity for a regimental medal.

   As for who to ask for donations, Fudge already has someone. His generous old chap, but it wasn't easy to convince Malfoy.

   Nobody wants to take the initiative to spend such a large sum of money to do good things, unless it is profitable.

  Fudge knew he needed to find out what the other person was saying first.

  A few days later, Fudge invited the old man Lucius to his house for dinner, and talked about the recent difficulties of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds.

   Lucius naturally understood, he had expected it when he accepted Fudge's invitation, and euphemistically said that it was not a small sum of money, but it was not impossible to consider.

  During the meal, Lucius asked about the situation of Sirius Black, implying that the Black family has a huge fortune, and the direct heir of the Black family has been imprisoned in Azkaban Prison for more than ten years.

Most wizards stayed in Azkaban for a long time, and eventually they would go crazy and die in the prison of Azkaban. If Sirius Black died, the direct line of the Black family would be extinct, and the collateral line was originally There are very few left, and those who are really eligible for the inheritance can be counted by one hand, and the bulk of them may fall to the Malfoy family, because the other Bella Trieste is still in prison.

All right!

  Lestrange and his wife are both squatting in the Azkaban Prison, so there is no way to get a part of that than the inheritance.

  Fudge probably knew what Lucius meant, and agreed to help him pay attention to Black's situation.

   Azkaban Prison prohibits other people from visiting the prison, but the Minister of Magic is obviously not included.

  Fudge understood, and said with a smile that he would go to Azkaban to inspect some other day, and he could help him to see Black's situation by the way.

  If Sirius Black really went crazy, it would be a good thing to get rid of it early, because Azkaban Prison is not a place for people to stay.

   Fudge actually didn't care about Black's life or death, he only cared about whether he could get the Order of Merlin.

   What's more, Blake is not a good person. He is a vicious prisoner, and he will die when he dies.

  (end of this chapter)