Chapter 395 Fudge’s Considerations

The Great Trial more than ten years ago had such a huge impact on the magic world that even ordinary wizards still remember it, let alone a well-organized team of strikers.

Lucius Malfoy, a die-hard Death Eater, had countless lives on his hands. Many strikers and Aurors were also killed at the hands of Death Eaters who did not reveal their identities. Everyone still remembers those blood feuds.

Although Lucius has now become a guest of the Minister of Magic, secretly not everyone likes him.

Mad-Eye, who was extremely influential among Aurors and Strikers, felt that they could talk his way out of it - the same idea was popular among Strikers and Aurors.

Soon, the sleeping spell was lifted, and Malfoy opened his eyes with a confused look on his face, and slowly got up under the gaze of a group of Aurors.

"here…"

Before he could finish speaking, a wand was thrust directly in front of him.

"Is that your wand?"

"yes--"

Before he finished speaking, the rope had already tied him tightly.

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"How many people are there, with children? Are there any wizards born in Hufflepuff?"

A long way away, the wizard in charge of registration skillfully asked the newly arrived people.

"After a little registration, we can have a good time by the fire. Although our food is not that abundant, hot soup is still guaranteed!"

However, to his expectation, the person who came this time did not look like the person who came before, but strode towards him and extended a hand to him very enthusiastically.

"Hey - man, this is not right, you have to identify yourself first!"

He and several wizards who were helping around him grabbed their wands at the same time, and decided to cast warning magic if the other party got closer.

However, when the face of the visitor was seen clearly, everyone gave up their previous thoughts.

"Ah, Minister!"

As one of the protagonists who has been observed by telescopes for a long time, the face of the Minister of Magic is at least very recognizable today.

Before he finished speaking, the Minister of Magic came over with a smile, held his hand firmly, and patted his shoulder while he was confused, "Thank you for your hard work!"

Then came the next person, Fudge, with a kind face and a friendly tone, shook hands with the wizards who assisted in guarding under the school emblem one by one, and praised them for their spontaneous hope of guarding the future of the wizarding world.

After calming everyone down, Fudge asked the accompanying strikers to take over the registration and guarding duties. While talking to the helping wizards about the abominations of the masked men, he said that the Aurors and the strikers would quickly catch them. Those people chatted with them about the situation in the temporary camp here.

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"The minister is here?"

William sat in the seat closest to the center of the temporary camp, listening to the report of the sixth-grade reserve students who came running all the way.

These children, most of whom are underage but have been approved by William in advance to use wands to protect the camp, are the most active group of all - they are not old enough to use wands during the summer and are more excited and excited than everyone else after receiving the authorization. Active, walking with wind.

"Come here now - it's just..."

The students were a little angry and a little proud - guarding the people is what the Ministry of Magic should do, but in the end it fell to them!

Although they did a good job and were happy to obtain wand authorization, this did not stop them from wanting to speak ill of the Ministry of Magic.

"Okay, Cowper," William comforted his student, "We should point the finger at those masked guys who caused the accident. As for the Ministry of Magic, they can organize manpower at such a late night. Come, and the minister personally comes to protect the students, this is already a very good thing.”

"Then when are we going to catch those masked guys, Professor?"

"Ah, I'm afraid we don't have time for this tonight. We have more important tasks. After all, there are so many children who are not in school and students in lower grades who need us to protect them."

"Yes, Professor."

Cowper nodded, "After all, we can't trust it to those people from the Ministry of Magic..."

"The minister seems to be here - I'll go on duty first, professor!"

Before William could correct his view, the child ran out in a hurry. The wand was conspicuously held in his hand along the way, and he was full of fighting consciousness.

It's hard for William to call him. Fudge is still over there. If the kid expresses any opinions, the meeting will be too awkward to continue...

It was a good thing that Fudge came over - William had to file a report to collectively grant the students present the right to cast spells, but if the Minister of Magic agreed, there would be no need to go through so many troublesome procedures.

Even though their rescue was a bustle, they actually collected a bunch of owned tents and owned food - it would be really difficult to clean up the mess unless the Ministry of Magic came.

In addition, most wizards still firmly believe in the Ministry of Magic. William's side can only use very limited manpower and even mobilize all the students to prevent the camp from becoming a mess. Just looking at these children doing things, most wizards will not feel relieved.

And the most important point is that the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts have always cooperated very happily. Not to mention Fudge's visits and other things that are good for both parties, just the fact that there has never been a discount on the funds allocated every year. It was worth letting Fudge take over the camp.

Besides, in comparison, Fudge's side was already fast enough. A bunch of people came from the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, and the minister even made a big joke. As a result, the Bulgarian minister of magic didn't come to appease the people of Bulgaria. Ah - you know, this temporary camp is not just for British wizards.

Contradictions are contradictions, black spots are black spots, and those who deserve praise should still be praised.

Fudge came over, and he happened to hand over the command of the camp early, so that he and Lupine could find those masked guys to settle the score - you dare to lead people to block him, right? Pretending to be a Death Eater, right? A group of people cover their faces and think they can't catch you?

Therefore, when Fudge made tentative inquiries, he readily handed over the summary of the current situation of the camp to Fudge, and asked Fudge to endorse tonight's temporary authorization. In fact, if his behavior was strictly calculated, it violated The total number of secrecy laws is enough for him to go deep into Azkaban to Sirius's original cell or next to Sirius' cell to enjoy a retirement life.

"Thank you so much, Professor William," Fudge thanked him sincerely. "Without you, those children wouldn't know how long they would have to stay in the dark, and they might even be in danger - that's something none of us want to see. Arrived."

"Yeah...the attackers, it's just...they almost picked a time when we were most relaxed to attack us. Everyone was celebrating the victory. How could there be such a despicable group of guys?"

William agreed with Fudge's words and at the same time signaled that he planned to cause trouble for those people.

The minister, however, did not take the hint.

"Yeah, those despicable hidden Death Eaters - they've been planning this for a long time!"

"They don't even spare their children, Professor William. I personally hate this!" Fudge strengthened his tone by waving his arms, "We must not let this continue to happen, Professor."

Fudge paused, as if making some decision.

"If something like this happens again, it will be irresponsible for the safety of students. We can't always rely on students to protect themselves with a wand - so, Professor William."

Fudge said seriously, "If this happens again, please quickly move the students to a safe area instead of setting up a camp that is more vulnerable to attack. I will issue you a special door key production license. Yes, Professor - this way, if something dangerous happens again, we can get those children out of the dangerous place as soon as possible."

Door key making license?

Illegal production of a convenient and long-distance prop like a door key will send people directly to Azkaban for further study - this is almost a strategic material.

Just when William was in a daze, Fudge had already begun to sign the permission order on the temporarily transformed chair. He even carefully stamped a complete set of seals on it before handing it to William.

Looking at his serious expression, William felt a little embarrassed - although he had no selfish motives in protecting his students, when he heard the permission, the first thing he thought of was that it would be easier to run away now...

This permission even made him temporarily forget about looking for those masked people.

However, a piece of flying letter soon landed next to Fudge.

Fudge apologized slightly, then read quickly.

Within a minute, Fudge's expression became quite strange...

His face showed both relief and distortion, as well as reluctance and perseverance. The whole person looked strange, like a madman.

Just when William was wondering what happened, Fudge seemed to have made up his mind and handed the note to William.

"Is there any quick way to contact Albus, Professor?"

'what happened? ’

William quickly glanced at the short note, and then froze.

On the note was a scrawled and brief line of handwriting.

[The user of the Dark Mark has been captured, and the user is Lucius's son Draco.

A quarter of an hour later we reached the mark. 】

The note was quite short, but contained a lot of information.

There is no doubt that the sender of the letter is a die-hard Fudge... He may also have some connection with the Malfoy family...

But that's not important.

Importantly, the note said that the person arrested was Draco Malfoy.

"Are you kidding me? The Malfoy family is so whitewashed. How could Lucius let his child learn the Dark Mark so stupidly?"

It takes more than a small amount of money to get into the Minister of Magic's chair, and Draco, who has always been against Harry, is not a fool either - he doesn't even disapparate to put the Dark Mark, which is an insult to Hogwarts. Teaching job?

The words were a little offensive, but Fudge didn't mind.

If possible, he didn't want to put the blame on Draco for this matter, but compared with Galleons and career, he had to give in.

Lucius was a Death Eater who escaped through money and lies in his early years. If the investigation result is that his son released the Dark Mark, the people will definitely accept it. They will be disappointed if the person caught is not worthy enough.

As for himself, it could also be explained by the fact that he was blinded by Malfoy's generosity to the hospital - after all, the money was actually donated.

But that’s a last resort—losing a big benefactor is not good news.

So, it's just a matter of seeing what Albus can do.

Dumbledore always has a solution to some things, especially this time when it involves a student in the school...

After William finished complaining, he quickly pretended to be thinking and stared at Fudge from the corner of his eye. After a few minutes, he determined one thing - if there was no solution from Dumbledore's side, then one of the minister's guests would probably be Have to become a prisoner.

What he said was just speculation. There must be solid evidence for the striker to arrest anyone. Speculation is never as strong as evidence, especially when the entire Ministry of Magic is anxious to clear away the suspicion of being a waste.

It was probably something Fudge had no control over, as he soon realized.

"Harry! Come to me!"

William raised his voice and shouted, and Harry, who was busy in the crowd, trotted over with doubts.

"I'll be back in five minutes."

William nodded, then let Harry catch him, took out the door key that Dumbledore had given him before leaving from his neck, and then quickly activated this life-saving item.

After a brief squeeze, he quickly arrived at Dumbledore's office.

But unfortunately - the principal is not here at the moment.

"Who is it that night..."

The oil painters woke up one after another, and began to blame the uninvited guest with sleepy eyes.

"Excuse me, can you inform Dumbledore?"

"Albus isn't here..."

The oil painting with an angry face responded quickly.

"Harry, go over there and pluck out some of Fawkes' hair in unimportant places."

William ordered quickly, and then began to look through the drawer where Dumbledore kept the sweets.

"The unimportant part is——"

Harry stupidly walked over and was stared at before he even made a move.

As for William, as soon as he opened the drawer, Dumbledore's slightly panicked voice came.

"I think everything is fine with you, Professor William. Fox is still some time away from Nirvana. I think Harry, you can let him go."

"You should know what happened, Headmaster."

Without stopping, William slowly opened the drawer.

"A little bit, I'd say that badge was put up by Blake - he's always so brave."

Dumbledore smiled.

"The latest news is that the person who launched the Dark Mark has been caught. If nothing else happens, Draco Malfoy will be sent to the innermost reaches of Azkaban - on the charge that he is a Death Eater."

William quickly explained the problem clearly, and then waited for Dumbledore's response.

"Draco? The kid?"

Dumbledore looked surprised.

"Yes, theoretically not... but if nothing else happens, I don't think Striker and Auror will let him go. Minister Fudge seems to be planning to give up..."

William tried his best to describe the matter without emotion, trying not to affect the principal's judgment.