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Chapter 4881 There is a thief

 When the last Minister of Magic Fudge was in office, this office was filled with portraits of past Ministers of Magic. Whenever a visitor arrived, he would be faced with the feeling of dozens of inquisitions.

Not everyone can calmly remain calm under the gaze of dozens of people, and this is the effect Fudge wants. He is a traditional British bureaucrat, appeasement, and greedy for status and wealth. During his tenure, he was the biggest

His achievements include renovating Azkaban and popularizing bowler hats in the wizarding world.

In the past, wizards liked to wear pointed wizard hats like the Sorting Hat. Most of the time, they looked floppy on their heads, giving people a sloppy look. Compared with the glamorous French wizards, it was a bit less face-saving.

nothing.

As we all know, the relationship between the British magical community and the French magical community is very normal, and they feel a bit like enemies. Many things are good, but they cannot be compared with the French.

But that was all in the past. After Hermione took office with the merit of destroying Voldemort, because she also held the position of president of the International Federation of Wizards, the diplomatic situation was very good.

In addition, she invited all the portraits of the previous Ministers of Magic out of her office, even though the people in those paintings shouted that she did not know how to respect her predecessors, and there were still some people who were still alive who wanted to secretly form a conspiracy to overthrow her.

of.

However, as a 'Mudblood', Hermione has no interest in so-called pure-blood families at all, and any glorious traditions are not worth mentioning in her opinion, because she has received the teachings of Deathstroke, and what she is least afraid of is dark means.

She picked a few people who were the highest jumpers and waved flags in the magical world to overthrow her, and sent an Auror team to comprehensively investigate the families of those people, and soon found the clues.

After all, they are all millennium-old families. Whose family has not been related to the dark wizard, and whose family does not have some records and books about evil black magic? Anyone who has been an official can't help but check it. Even if they don't have those, corruption is inevitable, you know.

This is Britain, and corruption is part of the larger political game.

Logically speaking, this is an unspoken rule, and everyone can agree to it tacitly. If she reveals these things, she may be attacked by a group of people, but she just holds these handles, and does not directly attack, but uses these dark secrets to intimidate her.

, forcing her opponents to give in.

In fact, there were darker ways that she didn't use. Maybe the Minister of Magic didn't have as much power as the Sorcerer Supreme, but mobilizing the Soul Eaters in Azkaban only required her to sign a document.

If things are stationed near the enemy's home and allowed to patrol freely, then even if the target person can use the God-calling Guard to resist, no one can keep casting spells 24 hours a day, right?

There is no ghost until the Soul Eater drives him crazy.

She is still too soft-hearted. Maybe she is qualified as a manager, but she cannot become a supreme leader. She lacks training because she kills too few people. It is all because Deathstroke did not teach her well.

In short, her office is very clean now, with no extra portraits, only simple conventional furniture and decorations. There is a photo of herself and the death knell on her desk, and it is a traditional Muggle photo that cannot be moved.

It was taken when she and her professor went to the amusement park when she was in second grade.

So she can safely talk in the office and communicate some confidential matters without worrying about the information leaking.

The British Ministry of Magic is located directly under the center of London. It is a huge underground network. The biggest problem with living underground is that it is dark and damp. Like living in an ancient tomb, Hermione still prefers the appearance of the French Ministry of Magic.

It has a beautiful glass dome and a musical fountain.

Using her wand to control several pieces of firewood to fly into the fireplace, and lighting them with a fire spell, Hermione opened Sirius' letter and read it carefully. Her expression soon became strange, and she reached out to grab the table.

Bring snacks and eat something to help you think.

She is the daughter of a dentist, so she shouldn't eat too many candies, but she was distracted by the death knell during school because the professor told her that since teeth can be repaired by 'repairing them as new', why can't she eat snacks as much as she wants?

Woolen cloth?

At that time, Hermione felt like she was waking up from a dream. Yes, that's the truth.

So she gradually developed the habit of eating snacks, because the professor would always take out delicious food as a reward to tempt her.

Her little snow-white hands reached out to the table, her eyes still on the letter, and her fingers moved to pull the plate originally containing the candies...

"Huh? Where are my candies? Where did my plate full of sizzling honey candies go?"

Holding an empty hand, she immediately turned her attention away from the letter and immediately looked at her desktop and even her office with vigilance.

"Could it be that Minister, you finished eating yesterday?" Arthur also looked at the empty plate, but also reached out to touch the wand: "Logically speaking, it is impossible for outsiders to enter the Minister's office after get off work. There are dozens of kinds of things here. For magic protection, the security administrator will also use the Loyalty Charm after get off work every day..."

"Don't be careless, Mr. Weiss, everything is possible. This is what the professor taught me." Speaking in a low voice, Hermione grabbed the shotgun on the table and loaded it with a kacha.

For Vada Kedavra, she usually prefers this thing.

As long as it is paired with special magic-breaking bullets, whose raw materials are anti-magic metals from the "Witcher" world, a continuous shot of shotguns is enough to kill most humanoids at close range.

As she said this, she inspected her office and soon moved her eyes to the door of the rest room.

The minister's office can be regarded as a suite. This is what a Muggle Prime Minister's office looks like. It is of course equipped with a lounge, including a small bedroom and a bathroom, all connected to the office through a small door.

living room.

She remembered that when she got off work yesterday, the door was open, but now, the small door was closed tightly. If she listened carefully, there was a rustling sound of fabric rubbing from behind the door.

Making a tactical gesture, Hermione nodded towards Arthur Weiss, indicating that she would go ahead. Then she slowly turned the door handle with one hand, and gently pushed open the small door with the barrel of the gun in her other hand.

Somehow, she suddenly thought of the Resident Evil game that her professor had played for her before. It looked like this when she opened the door. But then she thought about it, zombies probably wouldn't eat honey candies, so she pushed these thoughts away.

out of my mind.

With increasing force, the door was slowly pushed open, and Hermione's finger was on the trigger...


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