In the private room that was not too spacious, a middle-aged man with a conspicuous big Slavic nose and slightly Asian eyebrows pointed at Harry and muttered something.
Facing the boy's confused eyes, Minister Fudge, who had just jumped from one trouble to another, sighed. He could no longer summon the energy to explain.
Sirius was standing not far away, talking to the Malfoys and his every move was quite aristocratic.
Fudge far underestimated the speed with which the Crouch family scandal would come to light. In fact, by the time he received the report, relevant news had already spread throughout the major families in England.
So the Ministry of Magic showed unprecedented efficiency, preparing all the relevant materials that night, and restored Sirius' reputation during the next day's discussion, and returned some of the Black family's "escrow" properties——
This is all Fudge can do.
Sirius didn't bother much. The rejuvenation of a family should not start with aggression. There were too many people waiting for Black's attitude. It was not a smart idea to force all the partisans into a group.
There will be a long time to come, and there are reasons why the Black family can be passed down for a long time.
But just when Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, he had to face another problem, and that was the Quidditch World Cup.
Britain has not reached the finals in many years, so both the official and private parties attach great importance to this event. The Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports are responsible for most of the relevant work.
As we all know, Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports... is not mentioned, so in fact, most of the work is spearheaded by Old Crouch of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and Fudge can only do it himself.
Of course, I'm afraid he would rather stay away from the minister's office and hide away for a few days to be clean.
But there were some flaws in Fudge's prediction. For example, the minister did not get the respect he deserved from the Bulgarians. These guys always had a good time hanging out with their British counterparts, and Fudge was no exception.
For example, Mr. Minister also did not get the respect he deserved from his own people. Most of the people in England who were responsible for specific matters were Crouch's subordinates. Putting aside their positions, those wizards who continued the director's practical style were very
I don't like Fudge's group.
This made Fudge very unhappy, but he still had to do what needed to be done. Ordinary matters could be left to his subordinates, but naturally the Bulgarian Minister of Magic who came today could only be received by Fudge himself.
The problem was that the other person didn't understand English, which really left Fudge speechless - he didn't understand Bulgarian either.
Moreover, according to the practice of the magic world, when the heads of forces from both sides meet, unless they make an appointment in advance or both parties jointly request it on the spot, unilateral addition of entourage is not allowed, and translation is not allowed.
So just like before, the language barrier between the two parties really made Fudge feel tired.
"Ji Li Gu Lu, Gu Lu Ji Li... Hi, nice to see you here, Mr. Scamander."
Hearing the familiar name, Fudge subconsciously followed the figure of the Bulgarian Minister of Magic and looked at the man and woman at the door.
"excuse me……"
Aini looked at the enthusiastic man in confusion, who is this?
"Sorry, Obalenstein Boris Dunov, currently working for the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic. My daughter Delia is obsessed with transfiguration and is a big fan of yours. She has collected every paper you published.
The pile of publications is taller than herself."
The man smiled modestly and stretched out his right hand.
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Dunov. It's really an honor for me to get Miss Delia's attention."
Aini also smiled modestly and reached out to shake the man's hand, but his heart was very wonderful. He had met many parents of students, and this was the first time for parents of fans.
"you know English!"
Fudge's expression was equally wonderful. He looked like a pug in the circus who had to go through two hundred fire rings in a row and was still being kept from eating even if he couldn't figure out how much two plus three equals.
"Don't be mad, man. This is fun, isn't it?"
O'Balenstein gave Fudge a perfunctory sentence without sincerity, and when his eyes turned back to Aini, he regained his previous enthusiasm.
"Professor Scamander, can you sign your autograph for me? Please help a father who has made his daughter angry. If I can get your autograph, the cute little princess will definitely wash a plate of cherries for her father.
Maybe you can even get a kiss sweeter than a cherry."
The man's voice became louder and louder, attracting the attention of almost everyone in the box.
"I'm willing to help. So, can I do it now?"
Looking at O'Balenstein making the petition, Aini couldn't help but smile, feeling a little better about this humorous father who was frank and unpretentious.
"Of course, thank you very much."
O'Balenstein shook his head in agreement, as if he couldn't wait to get this gift for his daughter.
"Well, I thought maybe a special gift would make your daughter happier."
Aini refused the illustrated magazine handed by O'Barenstein and took out a piece of magic wood from his pocket. Under the operation of magic, the square wood half formed a pillar-shaped base, which held a mass of constantly shifting creations.
From simple form transformation, material transformation, to complex life transformation, the creation above will change form every twelve seconds.
[To my lovely little princess Delia——Aeneas A. Scamander]
After signing, Aini handed the small gift to O'Barenstein and once again received a wave of thanks.
Seeing that the exchange between the two came to an end, everyone who was waiting reservedly came forward one after another.
After a brief exchange of greetings, Aini politely apologized and stepped aside before Ludo Bagman squeezed over.
"Don't you like Mr. Bagman?"
Harry asked quietly.
"No, I just don't like to be in contact with bad gamblers."
"Oh~ Aini, mom will definitely agree with you, but we feel that Ludo is still a good person."
Fred quietly came over and said "Mummy" in a loud voice, while George quietly put a small stick on Mrs. Weasley's robe when she looked over.
clip.
Ani glanced at Fred without saying anything. When he and George asked Bagman for gold galleons, they knew how good this "good man" was, and now he wouldn't listen.
"ah!"
Accompanied by the sudden sharp female voice, waves of low shouts resounded in the box.
Mrs. Weasley's original simple robe suddenly turned into a gorgeous dress, and the colors were constantly changing, making her the center of everyone's attention.