Fudge was silent for a long time, his face became calm little by little, he exhaled, took off his wizard hat and threw it on the table, and sat on the chair opposite Anton.
"What do you want?"
Anton shrugged, "I can do everything you said, provided the conditions you propose are good enough. You can't coax me like Dumbledore, I..."
Fudge's eyes suddenly widened and he became excited, "How dare you mention Dumbledore! You..."
He looked back at the iron door of the interview room, looked around again, and finally swallowed his words.
Anton chuckled and raised his eyebrows, "It is said that Dumbledore has recovered, which is great. He can again preside over various matters of Hogwarts School and the International Federation of Wizards."
Fudge twitched his lips and showed an ugly smile, "Yes."
"Oh" Anton laughed and adjusted the collar of his striped suit slowly, "Look, you finally smiled. How nice. Let's sit down in peace and discuss things happily. Isn't that great?
Great."
"..."
Fudge took a deep breath, pulled his hair, took out an iron box from the wizard's robe coat, took out a cigar from it, thought about it, and handed one to Anton, "Would you like one?
"
"Merlin's beard!" Anton stared at him in disbelief, "I'm just a second-grade kid, and you actually handed me a cigarette. Do you think it's appropriate?"
Fudge rolled his eyes and couldn't help but feel an infinite sense of powerlessness in his heart. Why did you just tell me not to treat you like a child?
He thought for a moment, then simply picked up the cigar in his mouth and planned to put it back in the iron box.
"Oh don't worry about me."
Anton smiled and snapped his fingers.
A surging airflow appeared between Fudge and the iron door ventilation window, and a slight twitching force surged. It didn't feel very strong.
Another stream of air quickly rotated the end of the cigar in Fudge's fingers. In just a moment, the cigar glowed red and smoke came out.
"!!!"
Fudge stared blankly at the cigar in his hand, watching the smoke on it drift little by little along a certain airflow channel toward the ventilation hole of the door, and then looked back at Anton.
Anton shrugged his shoulders and made a gesture of invitation.
Fudge tried to take a sip, but he choked and coughed, his eyes turned red, and he was stunned.
Just for a moment, goosebumps spread all over my body.
Feeling the breeze attached to his body, he felt a chill on his back, and he broke into a cold sweat instantly.
What a powerful spell without a spell and a wand, such a powerful spell, it seems like...
It seems that if this child wanted to, it would not be the cigar that would be lit, but his own head.
Fudge swallowed and finally believed the folklore rumor that this child was the third generation Dark Lord trained by Dumbledore. He had originally scorned it.
But everything in front of him had to make him suspicious!
Gulu.
He swallowed hard and wanted to say, otherwise we would just stop here today. We will talk another day. I will take a hundred and eighty Aurors with me to talk to you another day.
"What do you want?" Fudge asked Anton with a serious face as he sat upright for the first time.
"What do I want?" Anton was stunned. He murmured in a low voice, suddenly not knowing what he wanted from this fat pig.
It seems that what he wants is very simple, to study magic, make delicious food, walk around and have fun.
If it comes down to the current situation, he probably wants to go back to Hogwarts School to study.
Now that I have integrated everything I have learned, it is time to go back to school to lay a solid foundation and learn more knowledge seriously.
See, he lives a very simple life and is naturally much happier than others.
Now if I meet a reporter interviewing me, I finally don’t have to reply, “My surname is An”. I can proudly say, “I am very happy.”
Anton chuckled and looked up at Fudge.
"There are no requirements. Otherwise, my uncle Lupine will resign by the end of the year. As you know, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cursed. No one can teach the second year of this class.
.”
"You help him find a position at the Ministry of Magic."
"You're crazy!" Fudge's eyes widened, "He's a werewolf!"
Anton stretched out his finger and tapped the book Fudge brought, and smiled slightly, "I said he is not a werewolf."
"We all know he is." Fudge frowned, "Don't forget, the werewolf home matter has been registered in all the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards. Everyone knows that he is the leader of the werewolves.
.”
"Is it difficult?" Anton frowned.
"It's difficult!" Fudge nodded vigorously.
The two looked at each other for a long time. Anton felt each other's emotions and chuckled, "Okay, that's the condition."
"!!!" Fudge was stunned.
I've said it's difficult, don't you understand? If I brought such a werewolf into my Ministry of Magic, how much criticism would I have to endure!
Isn't this thankless?
Fudge was about to refuse, but when he saw Anton looking at him with a smile, he almost lost his temper.
He finally came to his senses, how could this person be a lunatic? He was just a greedy beast. He was really stupid. He despised the other person as a child, and then he came to his door and was chewed obediently.
Now the emotions are heightened to this point...
"..."
"Okay, I promise you!" He gritted his teeth.
"What position"
"What position?" Fudge looked at Anton in shock, "You asked me what position I wanted. You said Lupin's situation, you told me what position I wanted."
Anton nodded sincerely, "What position?"
"Ha" Fudge felt that everything was magical. He smiled and took a puff of his cigar. "Otherwise, let him be the Minister of Magic."
Anton also laughed, "This is a joke. It would be great for you to be the Minister of Magic. Only if you become the Minister of Magic can my uncle Lupine stay stable in the Ministry of Magic."
"This..." Fudge seemed to have thought of something, and breathed out the smoke unconsciously, staring blankly at the young man on the other side of the smoke.
The young man's figure was blurred, and for just a moment, he seemed to have an absurd sense of dislocation.
In his memory, Dumbledore sat across from him and said that he would support him in becoming the Minister of Magic...
"Director of the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures!" Fudge gritted his teeth and said the name of the position.
Anton blinked, good guy, this guy is really willing to take action, a director
"Is it big?" Anton asked curiously.
puff
Fudge's old blood really spurted out now.
After all, it was a wrong payment. This kid really doesn’t understand the Ministry of Magic. He asked such a mentally retarded question. If I had known it, I would have known it...
"There are only seven departments in the Ministry of Magic! Seven departments!" Fudge roared, "Do you understand the weight of this! The Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures is the second largest department, do you understand?"
Anton, the "second boss", looked puzzled, "For such an important position, you can directly appoint Lu Ping as the director of the department."
"Heh." Fudge chuckled and blew out the smoke ring slowly, with a contented look on his face, "It's difficult for you, but it's easy for me."
Oh, the reality is that the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures is the most busy and least valued of all departments.
Everything is a thankless task, and there is almost no gain in everything.
Among them, only magical animals can make some money, barely keeping the entire huge and bloated department fully operational.
Look at other departments.
The largest Magical Law Enforcement Department has two main agencies, the Wizengamot Management Agency and the Auror Office.
Although I usually give myself, the minister, a little face.
But if he really didn't want to listen to his own orders, then he wouldn't listen. Fudge could just order a few Aurors to do things.
There is also the Department of International Magical Cooperation, a department that seems unremarkable but has great power. It is firmly occupied by Barty Crouch, a man who is more qualified to be the Minister of Magic than himself.
Fudge was still speechless.
As for the three particularly well-oiled departments, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, the Department of Magical Transportation, and the Department of Magical Sports, the relationships within them are simply intricate and intricate to an absurd degree.
Fudge could barely speak, but the benefits had long been shared with others, and sometimes some things were difficult to manage.
The last one is the Department of Mysteries.
Well……
Fudge didn't even know what was going on inside.
As the Minister of Magic, he has to work really hard. Others can only look at him in glory. Who can know how hard he is.
"The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures!"
Fudge said with great pride, "Whatever werewolves, black magic creatures, goblins and ghosts, they represent our wizard race and are particularly prestigious."
Anton raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay."
This position of Director of the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures is tailor-made for Lupine. It's amazing.
Minister Fudge is so generous, then I will definitely give you a good job!
Just wait!
I guarantee you will applaud when the time comes!
"I want to show the experts and masters the preparation process and efficacy of the 'Werewolf Experience Candy' and the 'Human Deformation Elimination Potion', right? I promise to make it good for you."
Lao Fu was a good guy, so Anton decided to show some sincerity.
Fudge didn't know why, but he turned back to look at the iron door of the interview room. His sight seemed to penetrate countless winding corridors and see the dead body of the dementor and the countless dementors jammed on the road.
I shivered out of nowhere.
Swallowed.
"Well... you don't have to work too hard." Fudge started to worry about gains and losses, "Just perform normally."