"Thank you~" Hermione gently wiped the water stains on her fingers with a napkin.
"This is a good boy." She touched Tom's head and gently hooked his chin, "Here, tell me where you went at noon."
There was a certain charm in Hermione's movements, every frown and every smile, which made Tom's heart itch, as if a restless kitten lived inside.
Hearing Hermione's question, he shared with Hermione what he had just done.
"Oh?" Hermione raised her eyebrows, "So, our busy man is going to interfere in the change of Prime Minister? He just supported the Minister of Magic, and now he is involved in the whirlpool of the British Prime Minister. You are really good at it.
"
Hermione was speaking from her heart. She really didn't expect that her boyfriend would be so courageous, and the things he planned were not at all something he should consider at his age.
Do normal little wizards think, "This Minister of Magic is too cowardly, I have to replace him"? They are all thinking about "What to eat for lunch", "The homework due tomorrow has not been written yet", "Who can lend me some money?"
"Copy your homework" is such a thing. It's premature to even think about finding a girlfriend.
"Go with the flow, go with the flow," Tom didn't think his behavior was great. He just knew more information than others and was good at making information gaps.
Hermione took a copy of the Daily Prophet from the stool on the side and handed it to Tom.
"Fudge is doomed," she said softly.
When Tom took a look, it turned out to be a news report, which was about Fudge finally giving up the large-scale search for Peter Pettigrew and decided to offer a reward of 20,000 gold galleons for his arrest.
Tom knew that once this news was released, the magical world would explode.
This is indeed the case.
Although today is Christmas, there are still some unlucky people on duty at the Ministry of Magic. However, the lively and busy atmosphere on weekdays definitely does not exist. All employees look lazy and touchless.
The fish paddles in the water in every possible way.
The fireplaces that spit out a person every few seconds during the working day are burning quietly at this time, no different from ordinary fireplaces. The splendid hall is empty, only the fountain in the middle of the foyer is still running conscientiously.
.
The sound of rushing water even formed an echo in the empty hall.
There is a table on the left side of the hall, with a sign saying "Security Check" on the table. Behind it sits a witch in a peacock blue robe with messy hair. At this time, she is trimming her nails out of boredom.
Suddenly, a green flame burst out of a fireplace in the hall, and a wizard staggered out of it, holding a briefcase and a crumpled Daily Prophet in his hand.
"What's wrong? Are you in such a hurry?" The witch knew the wizard. She asked with a smile, "Is it raining on the ceiling of your office?"
The wizard looked ugly. He shook his head, "I hope it's just a leak in the ceiling... You can see for yourself, I have something urgent..."
He put the newspaper on the witch's table and left in a hurry.
The witch looked at the newspaper curiously, and the bold and black word "shame" came into her eyes. She was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, an owl flew in from the outside and landed on her.
on the table.
After the witch saw clearly what was in the owl's talons, her expression changed drastically: the owl brought a roaring letter.
She knew how powerful this thing was, so she quickly reached out and opened the letter, and a shrill female voice roared in the hall of the Ministry of Magic.
It wasn't over yet, one owl after another rushed into the Ministry of Magic, leaving behind a series of roaring letters, which scared the witch and ran away.
Soon, the hall became lively.
At this time, the fireplaces on both sides of the hall burst into green flames, and figures one after another appeared from the fire.
But they covered their ears as soon as they entered - it was too noisy in the hall.
The roaring letters turned into ashes one after another, seemingly without end. The noise raged for several hours, and during this period, most of the officials from the Ministry of Magic stopped their vacations and rushed to the Ministry of Magic from home.
However, no one tried to stop the shouting letters from spontaneously burning, and everyone watched it happen silently. Bones also came, and she winked at some people. Only then did the officials make a move, and a group of people silently
He turned around and left, walking into the Ministry of Magic, not knowing what he was doing.
But there were still many people who just stood there numbly, as if they had been cast a leg-locking spell.
Finally, the last shouting letter turned into ashes and fell on the messy floor. At this time, the previously magnificent hall of the Ministry of Magic seemed to have experienced a war.
Fudge had arrived a long time ago. He was standing in front of a fireplace, watching all of this happening blankly. Umbridge squeezed next to him and talked to him several times, but he ignored him. In the end, even Umbridge
Closed his mouth.
Fudge knew the source of all this: the wizards in the British wizarding world were venting their dissatisfaction. They were afraid of the escape of the mysterious man's servants, and this fear eventually turned into hatred for the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic. The wizards were relatively restrained and only roared.
letter.
"I, we..." After Fudge waited for the lingering sounds in the hall to completely dissipate, he cleared his throat and wanted to say something, but when he noticed the looks in the eyes of his subordinates around him, he was completely speechless.
The look in their eyes was very strange, as if they were looking at themselves as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Minister," Bones interrupted Fudge, "as the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, I will file a case of no confidence against you."
Fudge was silent, and the entire hall fell into dead silence.
He was silent for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh. This sigh even echoed in the hall of the Ministry of Magic.
"Bones, you are a capable witch." After Fudge sighed, he seemed to have aged ten years. His body suddenly hunched over, and even his belly seemed a little smaller.
He wanted to say something more, but he was choked. Finally, he stopped talking and turned towards the fireplace.
"You can hold the hearing yourself. Once the result comes, just send me an owl to send me a letter." After saying that, his figure disappeared into the green fire.
The people present watched Fudge leave. Everyone knew in their hearts that Fudge's era was over. Bones felt very uncomfortable looking at Fudge's lonely back.
"Clean the hall and prepare for the election." But she quickly suppressed her emotions and gave orders to the officials around her.
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Today we are going to introduce the life and story of Radolphus Lestrange, the fifteenth Minister of Magic. Just look at the last name and you will know that he is a member of the pure-blood Lestrange family.