69novels Chapter 135 A Little Surprise for Fudge
Chapter 135 A Little Surprise for Fudge
Chapter 135 A Little Surprise for Fudge
"When we first started looking for him, we never intended to look for Mr. Weasley. But unexpectedly, he overheard someone talking."
Larbine didn't really want to hire these middle-aged and elderly wizards who, in his view, were somewhat rigid in their thinking.
Furthermore, Arthur Weasley was clearly on the winning side in the last war, but his position is still not very good.
He assumed Arthur might have strayed from the mainstream wizarding world in some way, so he didn't intend to inform the old man from the Dumbledore faction.
Unexpectedly, after learning of their plan, Arthur Weasley immediately approached him, questioned him, and expressed that children shouldn't mess around.
Faced with such a person, Larvin and the others were at their wits' end, and in the end they could only claim that Dumbledore was behind it all.
So Arthur went directly to Hogwarts to visit Ron and question Dumbledore. Fortunately, Dumbledore chose to endorse Ralvin and the others' actions; otherwise, their plan would have collapsed midway and ended in failure.
"Although I get along well with Percy, George, and Fred, I'm really not familiar with Arthur. It seems the headmaster trusts this gentleman quite a bit, telling him my prophecy so he can pass it on to you." Ryan was somewhat surprised by Weasley's standing in the headmaster's eyes after hearing this.
It's worth noting that Hogwarts only has four headmasters who have earned Dumbledore's trust.
But shouldn't someone like Dumbledore, with his iron bars, have been given a high position in the Ministry of Magic after the war?
Could it be that Dumbledore was so afraid of positions in the Ministry of Magic that he wouldn't even allow his underlings to profit from them?
Moreover, the Weasleys are, after all, a pure-blood family, and a pure-blood family with abundant population resources, enough to keep other pure-blood families with depleted populations awake at night thinking about this.
When I can't sleep, I start having all sorts of wild thoughts. I used to think about lighting lamps and brewing goji berries or local specialty dried mummy powder, etc., and then I started trying to conceive a baby.
The result is often that people still only have one child even in middle and old age.
Even in Vio's family, there are only a few adult wizards in total, including the main line, branches, and various scattered relatives. In particular, two of them were arrested and imprisoned, leaving only two or three mediocre individuals. This made Ryan's last challenge to the dojo not quite satisfying.
That's why Ryan couldn't understand why a capable and loyal subordinate—specifically, someone whose ability meant their descendants could continue to thrive—
This is truly unique in the sparsely populated wizarding world! And all of her children are wizards!
If he put himself in her shoes, Ryan felt that, as long as it didn't involve crucial personnel positions, he wouldn't mind following Director Qi's example and getting the Weasley family in.
"I just don't know if using Weasley family members to study how to promote more children and happiness in the wizarding world violates wizarding humanitarianism—" Ryan muttered to himself.
"What did you say?" Larvin didn't hear clearly.
"Nothing, nothing." Ryan naturally wouldn't say that he wanted to find a job for the Weasleys, a job involving profound research on the life and death of the wizarding world, where the main task would be to be studied.
He looked out and saw a bustling crowd filling the square. Among them, a woman with a slightly thin face and curious eyes walked by arm in arm with a plump woman.
The combination of these two made Ryan feel something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Until he turned to look at these upperclassmen, he saw curiosity in their eyes as well. This curiosity was about the huge crowd crammed into the square, and it was about why so many Muggles would be born!
He then realized that both gazes were the same, from that thin woman—
Ministry of Magic.
Fudge arrived late. As a minister, he naturally didn't need to be on time for get off work every day. He only needed to emphasize discipline and time management during meetings, requiring everyone to be on duty from 8 a.m. to 12 p.m. He just needed to exercise his authority.
What makes him proud is that he has many loyal subordinates who urge others to carry out this requirement.
Sometimes he could even confidently declare to previous Ministers of Magic, "The Ministry of Magic I lead is the most punctual Ministry in terms of working hours!"
"Good morning, Minister!" someone greeted him with a fawning expression and enthusiastic words.
Fudge nodded smugly and snorted in response to the greetings.
After Fudge left, the person who had greeted him immediately changed his expression: "What a piece of trash! He's always late and leaves early, embezzles public funds, and all he does is tell us to behave ourselves. Bah!"
Fudge, who had already walked far away, was naturally unaware that someone was cricketing at him from behind, nor could he imagine that virtually everyone in the entire Ministry of Magic was cricketing at him.
He felt a surge of anger rising within him.
"Who did it? Who did it? What! You dare to do it but not admit it?"
"If you're a hero, step forward!"
Fudge, still unaware of how things would develop, pointed to the banner hanging at the entrance of the minister's office.
Fudge is a weak and unworthy man.
Minister's Greed for Money, Abuse of Power, and Dictatorship
"Nobody's going to step forward, is that it?!" Fudge flew into a rage and personally tore down the two banners.
I tore it open, but it didn't budge.
I tried tearing it again, but there was no reaction.
They tore at it with grimaces, splitting their nails.
Fudge howled in pain, "Someone come quick! Find the Aurors and get these things off the ground!"
From the crowd, Umbridge rushed out to support her beloved minister, pointing at the onlookers and shouting, "What are you all standing around for! Hurry up! This is the minister's order! Are you trying to rebel?!"
At this moment, Umbridge was filled with shock and confusion, and of course, 90% anger. How dare someone mess with the Minister of Magic!
That's why her tone was very impolite.
However, none of the young people around them paid any attention to them. Some middle-aged and elderly wizards wanted to step forward and show off, hoping that Fudge would remember them and then give them a promotion and a raise.
But in this strange atmosphere, the seasoned veterans who had been through thick and thin for years subconsciously stopped in their tracks, intending to wait and see how things developed before making a decision.
"Rebellion! Rebellion! Not just Dumbledore! You dare to defy me too!" Immersed in the grand blueprint drawn by Umbridge, the feeling that everything in the British magical world must obey Fudge in the blueprint made Fudge feel like he was floating on air these past two days.
He also felt that Dumbledore wasn't so scary after all. He was just a centenarian, already past his prime, barely clinging to life. He was just a paper tiger, nothing to be afraid of!
But to his surprise, he, the Minister of Magic who controlled everything, was humiliated!
"Where's Scrimgeour! Get him to deploy the Aurors! Everyone disperse!" Fudge roared, waving his hand to shoo the crowd away like cats and dogs, then went into his office.
He opened the door.
The letters piled up like a small mountain, covering him like a torrential snowfall, burying him beneath them.
"Who is it?!"
The voice, which was originally furious, sounded so weak and powerless after being blocked by layers of letters, just like Fudge himself, who was trapped under the letters.