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Chapter 1116 The Minister of Magic and the Roaring Letter

Chapter 1116 The Minister of Magic and the Howling Letter

Cornelius Fudge became Minister for Magic following Millicent's resignation.

However, almost everyone in the wizarding world knows that Cornelius Fudge had too much luck in getting this ministerial position: if it were not for the fact that Barty Crouch’s son was accused of being a Death Eater, and Albus Dumbledore

If he refuses to take the position, he has no chance of taking this position.

Since the Ministry of Magic at that time agreed that Crouch would take office, most people chose to give up the competition to be the next Minister of Magic in order to make good friends with the "new Minister".

Therefore, after Crouch Jr.'s accident, Fudge was the only candidate left in the Ministry of Magic at that time as a candidate for minister.

At the beginning, Cornelius Fudge did not have much confidence in his abilities, so he relied on Dumbledore's help.

Even though many people secretly called him "Lucky Cornelius" and "Dumbledore's Mouthpiece", which were unpleasant nicknames, at the very beginning, Cornelius Fudge still insisted on asking Dumbledore for advice.

Breedo, try your best not to be driven off by others catching on to any flaw.

However, as time went by, Cornelius Fudge's confidence gradually grew.

Voldemort fell a few years ago, and there is no sign of his comeback, and nothing special is happening in the wizarding world.

He believed that he had the ability to be the Minister well. He was obsessed with the feeling of being the Minister of Magic and everything that this position brought to him. He began to try to ignore Dumbledore and make friends with those so-called respected families-

—A pure-blood wizard family.

However, the changes during this period began to make Cornelius Fudge waver again.

Whether it was the pure-blood family, Dumbledore's support, or even the authority of the Minister of Magic, he did not want to give up on any of them.

It was too late for Cornelius Fudge to improve his magical strength and life background. In the wizarding world, there were no political textbooks such as "Thick Black Science" to choose from, but he still found a place for self-improvement——

Read more and read more newspapers.

Unlike those wizards who go to bed early every night, Connelly spends at least two hours every night reading various newspapers and periodicals.

At the beginning, his reading list only included "The Daily Prophet" and "Wizard Weekly".

After "The Quibbler" and its series of publications became popular, all the publications named by Xenophilius Lovegood were included in Cornelius Fudge's reading list. As a senior official of the Ministry of Magic,

Compared with being ridiculed, the worse thing was that others didn't understand after scolding him - he had never thought before that a seemingly absurd magazine could actually hide so many vicious metaphors.

Fortunately, Mr. Lovegood doesn't deliberately target anyone. In "The Quibbler," everyone is equal.

From Hogwarts to the Ministry of Magic, Lovegood has offended almost every big shot, but this has also become the best evidence of his neutrality.

Compared with those boring, ordinary newspapers and periodicals, Cornelius Fudge gradually discovered the unique charm of "The Quibbler" - as long as his name does not appear on it, it is an excellent bedtime reading, and you can guess riddles.

What crossword puzzles are much more fun.

"Connelly, is there nothing special today? Why don't you go to bed early?"

Late at night, in Cornelius Fudge's study, a beautiful middle-aged woman opened the door and walked in.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, her husband, the Minister of Magic, is very lucky, but as a person beside her, Catherine Fudge knows very well how much hard work Cornelius Fudge has silently put in to be a good Minister of Magic.

After becoming minister, Cornelius Fudge would read newspapers and write letters for hours almost every day after returning home. She felt that she was more like a life secretary than a wife.

Although serious men are particularly attractive, if they are attractive but cannot enjoy it, then it becomes pure suffering.

After some thought, Catherine Fudge decided to take the initiative, knowing that the Weasley family could now form a Quidditch team.

"Oh, nothing special happened. It's still a peaceful and peaceful day."

Cornelius Fudge took off his glasses from the bridge of his nose and answered a little tiredly but with great ease.

Before he could turn his head, a pair of catkins wrapped around his shoulders and hugged him. The warm and elastic touch could be clearly transmitted to his back even through the wizard's robe. The wizard who was gradually entering middle age

My wife's gentle, pleasant voice, mixed with a hint of expectation, sounded in my ears.

"So, can you go to bed early tonight? Don't work too hard."

"Of course, anyway..."

Cornelius Fudge glanced at the woman next to him, a rare tenderness flashing in his eyes.

Speaking of which, he has indeed ignored Catherine's feelings in the past two years.

Dung, Dung, Dung! Dung!

However, before he could finish his words, there was a sudden loud bang outside the window.

The two subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the window on the right side of the study room, only to see a chubby big brown owl banging against the window anxiously.

what happened?

And...this time?

Cornelius Fudge frowned slightly, stood up and opened the window, muttering to himself.

Although he lives in London, as the Minister of Magic, his residence also has magic. Except for a very small number of wizards, not many people can deliver letters to him during non-working hours - this was set up with Dumbledore's help.

At the beginning, owls from all over Britain chased him almost twenty-four hours a day to deliver messages, so much so that Connelly had to sleep in the office for two days before he could go home again.

As he opened the window, the big brown owl swooped in.

It bumped into the pile of magazines on the desk carelessly, knocking over ink bottles, books, and quills one after another, as if there was something terrible chasing it behind it. Before Cornelius Fudge could attack, it flapped its arms.

He dropped a letter on his wings and flew away without looking back.

"Oh, no—"

Catherine sighed in disappointment.

"It's okay. I can take it apart and look at it tomorrow. I'm off work."

Cornelius Fudge hugged his wife, closed the window again, and comforted her with a smile.

"No - it seems that you have to work overtime today..." Catherine Fudge shook her head, picked up the letter from the table, and waved it in front of Cornelius Fudge's eyes with a serious expression, "Dumbledore

A letter, and a shouting letter—something big might have happened.”

"Howling letter? Sent by Dumbledore?!"

Cornelius Fudge was stunned for half a second, his smile instantly faded, and he looked solemnly at the red envelope in his wife's hand.

"We'd better open it now, Connelly," Catherine said with some worry. "The consequences of not opening it will be very bad..."

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