This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore sat on one side of the big table, opposite Fudge who was sitting.

Umbridge and two Aurors led by Dawlish were standing.

Minister's secretary plus guard.

"Knock knock--"

"Come in."

When Vincent came in, he found that their atmosphere was okay.

At least on the surface.

"Oh--isn't this our rising star!" Fudge stood up enthusiastically and gave him a big hug.

As a qualified politician, any action he made was meaningful.

Vincent responded enthusiastically, "Minister Fudge, you made me blush."

"Really? Haha--" Fudge patted his shoulder lightly, "I'm not a polite person, you already have the strength to deserve this title."

Imagine Chinese Network

"It's just luck, Mr. Minister."

After a little compliment, Vincent sat next to Dumbledore obediently.

"It's what I just said. If you have any questions, Vincent will give you the details."

Fudge narrowed his eyes and raised the first question: "Child, are you sure that the diary is his? I mean solid evidence, not speculation or something."

"I have it, Mr. Minister." Vincent put the diary that was almost broken into two halves on the table,

"This is physical evidence, and there should be traces of the use of black magic."

When Fudge picked up the diary, he blinked at Dumbledore calmly,

"I have witnesses, and there are quite a few."

"Oh? Who is it?"

"People who participated in Lockhart's book signing event during the summer vacation, Death Eaters in Azkaban, and a house elf."

Fudge heard about what happened during the summer vacation.

His "good friend" Lucius once suggested that he take back the Order of Merlin awarded to Lockhart.

"All these were actually reminded to me by Professor Dumbledore." Vincent winked at him again harmlessly,

"Thanks to your reminder, I was able to connect everything."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and nodded, "Cornelly, you know that Lucius used to have a close relationship with him."

"That's right!" Fudge's eyes lit up.

We are all "good friends", and it's not easy for him, as a minister, to cover up if he makes a mistake.

It's difficult, too difficult.

"And the house elf?"

"He is the elf of the Malfoy family, named Dobby, and he knew about the diary a few months ago."

If he wants to testify in court, it's really difficult.

But the weight of this chip is not small, and the role it can play is not much less than the diary.

To the outside world, everything was done by Lockhart.

To the inside, the "good friend" has to use gold galleons to corrupt him.

Alas, it's difficult to do.

Fudge leaned back in his chair with a look of pain on his face, "It's not that I don't want to settle accounts with them, but they are still deeply rooted and can have a very far-reaching impact on the wizarding world."

Vincent had already cursed in his heart.

Eating alone?

You will die of gluttony!

"Mr. Minister, actually--" He lowered his head a little embarrassedly, and winked at Dumbledore from an angle that he couldn't see from the opposite side.

"Cornelly, Vincent used a considerable amount of orichalcum bullets before."

Fudge stretched out his hand and slapped his forehead, "Ah, I almost forgot about this matter!

Child, of course we will compensate you."

Dumbledore moved his lips again under Vincent's winking:

"Cornelly, the impact of the incident is really too great, and all the teachers and students in the school are more or less involved in it. It's hard for me to guess their respective thoughts."

Working for free is indeed not nice.

The key is some unstable factors.

Lucius is a Hogwarts director. If he wants to take advantage of this and do something behind the scenes...

"Albus, I know what you mean." Fudge promised him, "No one will have any bad intentions on this matter, I promise."

Vincent raised his head at this time, "Mr. Minister, in fact, many of my classmates have played a role."

Of course he will not eat alone.

Share the happiness and share the difficulties.

And with this hint, Fudge should not be as stingy as he was last year.

Something practical? Sure.

"Kids, I heard that you want to start a company?"

"Yes, a Gwent company."

Fudge reached out to Umbridge for a blank parchment and a quill, and quickly signed his name at the bottom.

"Albus, with our guarantee, I don't think anyone will stop us, right?"

Dumbledore took the parchment and signed his name at the bottom, "Absolutely not, Cornelius."

According to formal procedures, Vincent must be an adult if he wants to open a company in the wizarding world.

But with the guarantee of the President of the International Confederation of Wizards and the British Minister of Magic, he can save the step of finding an agent.

And such a guarantee is a good publicity in itself.

From this moment on, the expensive wizard cards are doomed to fail.

Not bad.

Vincent was very ecstatic, which gave Fudge a lot of ideas.

Young, promising, and simple.

At least that's what he and the officials of the Ministry of Magic think.

So, as an investment in the future...

"Child, I will also submit your name for the Wizengamot Youth Representative Selection next year.

Of course, it can only be the British representative."

Fudge glanced at Dumbledore secretly, and found that he was a little unhappy, so he calmed down.

"Mr. Minister, is this true?" Vincent seemed particularly excited.

"I will try my best." Fudge did not hide his admiration on his face, "If the influence of Gwent is enough, I think you will definitely get the second Order of Merlin."

The third-level medal for entertainment, the same as Lockhart's.

Although it is a bit disgusting, it is better than nothing.

Vincent was a little overwhelmed with excitement, "I really thank you so much, Mr. Minister."

"You deserve it." Fudge glanced at Dumbledore again secretly.

Poaching people in person, even the best temper will be a little unhappy.

He just pulled a little wave of goodwill, and did not further ask about his plans after graduation.

As a qualified politician, it is not okay to offend someone to death, and there must be enough room for concessions.

However, all this was just his wishful thinking.

Vincent never thought about working for someone else.

Hermione and the others knew it, and so did Dumbledore.

Fudge exchanged pleasantries for another ten minutes, then smiled and refused the two's farewell, and left with Umbridge and Dawlish.

Not long after their figures disappeared, Vincent hurriedly rubbed his sore little face.

"Professor, do you have other reasons for refusing to serve as Minister of Magic?"

Dumbledore skillfully put away his fake smile, "It doesn't account for many, but it is indeed one of them."

It's tiring enough to be hypocritical all day long, and you have to pay attention to the missing Voldemort.

"Are you interested?"

"Hermione is, you can find her."

"Really-" Dumbledore nodded regretfully, "If it's the President of the International Confederation of Wizards, you should be interested, right?"

"No, not at all." Vincent's little head shook like a rattle.

It's good to be a dark lord who stirs up trouble. Why do you have to make things difficult for yourself?

He has no masochistic tendencies and no particularly big ambitions.

He just wants to promote the relationship between wizards and Muggles, and then tell this story in front of his descendants.

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