Dumbledore sat on one side of the big table, opposite Fudge.
The two Aurors led by Umbridge and Delis were standing.
Secretary to the minister plus security guard.
"Knock knock——"
"Come in."
When Vincent came in, he found that their atmosphere was not bad.
At least that's how it looks on the surface.
"Oh - isn't this our future star!" Fudge stood up enthusiastically and gave him a big hug.
As a qualified politician, any action he takes has profound meaning.
Vincent responded equally enthusiastically, "Minister Fudge, what you said made me blush."
"Really? Haha -" Fudge patted him on the shoulder, "I'm not a polite person. You already have the strength to deserve this title."
"It's just luck, Mr. Minister."
After a little compliment, Vincent sat down next to Dumbledore obediently.
"It's what I just said. If you have any questions, Vincent will give the details."
Fudge narrowed his eyes and raised his first question: "Child, are you sure the diary belongs to him? I mean conclusive evidence, not speculation."
"I have it, Mr. Minister." Vincent put the diary that was almost in half on the table.
"This is physical evidence. There should still be traces of the use of black magic."
When Fudge picked up the diary, he blinked at Dumbledore calmly.
"I also have witnesses, and there are quite a few."
"Oh? Who is it?"
"People at Lockhart's book signing during the summer, Death Eaters in Azkaban, and a house elf."
Fudge had heard about the summer vacation.
His "good friend" Lucius once suggested that he withdraw the Order of Merlin awarded to Lockhart.
"Professor Dumbledore actually reminded me of these." Vincent blinked at him again harmlessly.
"Thanks to your reminder, I was able to connect everything."
Dumbledore smiled bitterly and nodded, "Cornelly, you know that Lucius once had a close relationship with him."
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"It's actually like this!" Fudge's eyes lit up.
We are all "good friends", and if he makes a mistake, it is not easy for him, the minister, to protect him.
It’s difficult, it’s too difficult.
"And house elves?"
"He is an elf from the Malfoy family. His name is Dobby. He already knew about the diary a few months ago."
If you want to testify in court, it is indeed very difficult.
But the weight of this chip is not small, and its effect is not much lower than that of a diary.
Externally, Lockhart did everything.
Internally, the "good friend" had to use Gold Galleons to corrupt him.
Alas, it is difficult to do.
Fudge leaned back in his chair with a face full of pain, "Actually, it's not that I don't want to liquidate them, but they are still deeply rooted and can have a very far-reaching impact on the magical world."
Vincent was already cursing in his mind.
Eating alone?
I can’t hold you to death!
"Mr. Minister, actually -" He lowered his head a little nervously and winked at Dumbledore from an invisible angle.
"Connelly, Vincent used a considerable amount of orichalcum bullets before."
Fudge suddenly reached out and slapped his forehead, "Ah, I almost forgot about this!
Son, of course we will compensate you."
Dumbledore spoke again under Vincent's wink:
"Connelly, the impact of this matter is really great. All the teachers and students in the school are more or less involved. It is difficult for me to guess their respective thoughts."
Working for free does not sound good.
The key is certain unstable factors.
Lucius is the school director of Hogwarts. If he wants to use the topic to his advantage, he can do some tricks behind the scenes...
"Albus, I understand what you mean." Fudge promised him: "No one will have any wrong thoughts on this matter, I promise."
Vincent raised his head at this time and said, "Mr. Minister, actually many of my classmates have played a role."
Of course he won't eat alone.
We share the blessings and suffer the hardships together.
And with this hint, Fudge shouldn't be as picky as he was last year.
Something practical? Okay.
"Kid, I heard you want to start a company?"
"Yes, Gwent's company."
Fudge reached out to Umbridge for a blank piece of parchment and a quill, and quickly signed his name at the bottom.
"Albus, with your guarantee and my guarantee, I don't think anyone will stop me, right?"
Dumbledore took the parchment and signed his name at the bottom, "Absolutely not, Cornelius."
According to formal procedures, Vincent must reach adulthood if he wants to start a company in the wizarding world.
However, with the guarantee of the President of the International Confederation of Wizards and the British Minister of Magic, the step of finding an agent can be saved.
And such a guarantee is good publicity in itself.
The high-priced wizard cards are doomed to fail from this moment on.
Okay.
Vincent was very ecstatic, which gave Fudge a lot of ideas.
Young, promising and innocent.
At least that's how it seemed to him and the officials at the Ministry of Magic.
Well, as an investment in the future…
"Son, I will also send your name to the Wizengamot youth representative selection next year.
Of course, it can only be a British representative."
Fudge quietly glanced at Dumbledore and calmed down when he found that he was a little unhappy.
"Mr. Minister, is this true?" Vincent looked particularly excited.
"I will try my best." Fudge did not hide the admiration on his face, "If Gwent has enough influence, I think you will definitely get the second Order of Merlin Medal."
The third-class entertainment medal is the same as Lockhart's.
Although it is a bit uncomfortable, it is still better than nothing.
Vincent was so excited that he felt at a loss, "I really appreciate you, Mr. Minister."
"You deserve this." Fudge quietly glanced at Dumbledore again.
When poaching people in person, no matter how good-tempered you are, you will be a little unhappy.
He just made a small impression and did not ask further about his plans after graduation.
As a qualified politician, it is not enough to offend someone to the death, but there must be enough room for concessions.
However, all this is just his wishful thinking.
Vincent never thought about working for someone else.
Hermione and the others knew it, and so did Dumbledore.
Fudge chatted for another ten minutes, then refused the two's farewells with a smile, and left with Umbridge and Delis.
Not long after their figures disappeared, Vincent hurriedly rubbed his sore little face.
"Professor, is there any other reason why you refused to serve as Minister of Magic?"
Dumbledore put away his fake smile skillfully, "It's not a lot, but it's definitely one of them."
It's tiring enough to make excuses all day long, and you have to pay attention to Voldemort who has disappeared.
"Are you interested?"
"Hermione has it, you can find her."
"Yeah -" Dumbledore nodded regretfully, "As for the president of the International Federation of Wizards, you should be interested, right?"
"No, not at all." Vincent's little head shook like a rattle.
Being a trouble-making Dark Lord is all very well, so why do you have to go through so much trouble to embarrass yourself?
He has no masochistic tendencies and no particularly big ambitions.
He just wanted to promote the relationship between wizards and Muggles, and then tell this story in front of his descendants.