After Cornelius Fudge returned to his minister's office, he slumped down in the armchair behind his desk, put his hand on his forehead, and recalled what happened not long ago.
His original plan to award himself the Order of Merlin, First Class, was completely ruined half an hour ago. Except for those who had greeted him in advance, most of the Wizengamot members believed that he was not qualified to have one.
Merlin Order of Merlin, I think the reason for winning the award for contributing to the peace of the wizarding world is ridiculous.
hateful!
Haven't you contributed to the peace of the magical world?
The more Fudge thought about it, the angrier he became. Why did those guys deny his efforts?
Ever since Fudge became the Minister of Magic, he has been working diligently, staying late every day before going home to rest. He has also been working hard to raise donations to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Maladies, so that the wizarding world can maintain peace and stability.
Even the crime rate is lower than before. Isn’t it the result of your own efforts?
At this moment, there was a knock on the office door.
"Come in!"
Fudge frowned slightly and calmed down.
The door of the office was opened. Fudge looked up and saw a paper airplane flying in from outside the wooden door and landing on the desk in front of him. His assistant helped to close the door again.
"Who sent the letter?"
Fudge picked up the paper airplane, opened it, looked at the sender, and frowned slightly.
The letter mentioned a name, a spell, and three things.
Just after Fudge read the letter, the paper suddenly burst into flames, which startled him. The letter fell from his fingertips and turned into a pile of ashes and fell on the desk.
"Pretending to be a ghost!" Fudge muttered, recalling the contents of the letter, and muttered: "They must be crazy!"
Someone actually planned to send a Muggle wizard to the Wizengamot.
It's not that Fudge is discriminating against Muggle wizards, but there has never been such a precedent in the Wizengamot.
He knew very well that once such a thing was brought up, chaos would break out in the entire Wizengamot.
There are a lot of stubborn guys in the Ministry of Magic who really don't like those Muggle wizards, but... Albert Anderson, whose name is Fudge, is actually not unfamiliar. He helped Britain win the International Wizarding Chess Championship a while ago. It is said that he is a very powerful person.
The genius wizard.
What shocked Fudge was that the Muggle wizard named Albert Anderson seemed to know many powerful wizards, otherwise his name would not have been sent to him today.
Is that guy really a Muggle wizard?
Fudge was skeptical.
There are also many wizards who give up their identity as wizards and live in the Muggle world.
That guy may be a descendant of that group of people.
As for the humanoid restoration spell mentioned in the letter, Fudge still had some understanding of it.
Not long ago, this matter was causing quite a stir. Some people said that if this spell was really effective, it would be equivalent to the Patronus Charm's deterrent effect on dementors, and werewolves would no longer be able to pose a threat to wizards.
At least the situation can be controlled, and even Fudge has to admit that if anyone can restore the spell, he will be eligible to receive the Order of Merlin.
If the Ministry of Magic dares to object, those who object will be drowned in saliva, just like no one dared to prevent Damocles from receiving a Merlin Order of Merlin, even if the werewolves could not afford the expensive wolfsbane potion.
It's all the fault of damn Gilderoy Lockhart. That damn liar almost allowed such an important spell to be lost.
Fudge had no sympathy for Gilderoy Lockhart's current tragic end, and even felt a little gloating about his misfortune, but the Ministry of Magic did not take back Lockhart's Order of Merlin.
Once the matter is announced, won't it slap yourself in the face?
Gilderoy Lockhart's Order of Merlin was awarded to him by Fudge after he came to power. If other people knew about this, God knows how those unscrupulous editors would arrange it in the newspapers.
Fudge took a deep breath and knew that he had no choice. If he wanted to obtain the Sir Merlin badge, he had to agree to endorse this matter and let it pass smoothly.
In fact, once Albert Anderson really regains control of the humanoid restoration spell and makes the spell completely public, it means that a medal of the Order of Merlin will not be able to escape no matter what.
As for whether the other party can become a candidate for the Wizengamot, the possibility is not small. He knows that this is copying Dumbledore's path, but with the other party's ability, Fudge has no doubt that Albert Anderson can do it.
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Fudge knew that if he firmly denied it, he would never gain anything.
If the other party is willing to talk to me, it means that their circle has recognized this matter, and even Albert Anderson is already a member of that circle, so will Dumbledore support it?
The possibility is high.
After all, a large part of their circles overlap, which means that more than two-thirds of the Wizengamot members may agree, and it doesn't make sense even if he doesn't agree.
After Fudge realized this, he slumped back in his chair. He hated this feeling of powerlessness.
After a long time, Fudge patted his cheek, cheered up, and began to write a letter to the other party, expressing his agreement with the matter and saying that he would make a donation to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies to win Sir Merlin for himself.
Opportunity for regimental medals.
As for who to donate to, Fudge already had someone in mind. His generous old buddy, but it was not easy to convince Malfoy.
No one is willing to take the initiative to spend such a large amount of money for charity unless it is profitable.
Fudge knew he needed to probe the other person's tone first.
A few days later, Fudge invited his old friend Lucius to his home for dinner, and by the way, he talked about the recent difficulties that St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies was encountering.
Lucius naturally understood. He had expected it when he accepted Fudge's invitation, and tactfully expressed that it was not a small amount of money, but it was not impossible to consider.
During the meal, Lucius asked about Sirius Black, implying that the Black family had a huge fortune, and the direct heir to the Black family had been imprisoned in Azkaban Prison for more than ten years.
Most wizards who stay in Azkaban for a long time will eventually go crazy and die in the Azkaban prison. If Sirius Black dies, the direct line of the Black family will die, and the collateral line will originally be dead.
There are very few people left who are truly qualified to share the inheritance. They can be counted on one hand, and the majority will probably fall on the Malfoy family, because the other Bellatrix is still in prison.
All right!
The Lestranges were both languishing in Azkaban Prison. It was unclear whether there was any way to get a share of the inheritance.
Fudge probably knew what Lucius meant and agreed to help him keep an eye on Black's situation.
Azkaban Prison prohibits other people from visiting the prison, but the Minister of Magic is obviously not included in this list.
Fudge understood and smiled and said that he would go to Azkaban to inspect another day and could help him check on Black's situation.
If Sirius Black is really crazy, it would actually be a good thing to be released as soon as possible. Azkaban Prison is not a place where people should be.
Fudge actually didn't care about Black's life or death. He only cared about whether he could win the Order of Merlin.
What's more, Blake is not a good person. He is a vicious criminal, and he will die if he dies.
