69novels Chapter 161 Go quickly and invite Dumbledore!
Chapter 161 Go quickly and invite Dumbledore!
Chapter 161 Go quickly and invite Dumbledore!
Fudge is working at his desk.
He provided a detailed list of the family backgrounds of the editors-in-chief of various publications and magazines in the wizarding world, as well as the interpersonal relationships of the shop owners in Diagon Alley.
They are considering what methods, combining kindness and severity, can be used to defuse this storm.
He kept writing on the paper with a quill pen, and when he got to the best part, he even showed a smug smile. He was obviously very satisfied with his idea and felt that he could definitely get rid of this family in this way.
"This is a small matter. Umbridge can talk to them nicely, offer them a sweet treat, and then use the stick to pressure them. They will surely submit."
He put down his quill and stretched.
As I stretched, the door to the minister's office was suddenly flung open.
He saw his secretary, who was in his minister's office, stumble in: "It's terrible! Minister, they've broken in!"
Fudge frowned: "Why didn't you knock? You're entitled to just walk into my room!"
He pointed to the door, his voice stern: "Get out! Knock!"
"Your Excellency, it really is—"
"Get out! Knock!" Fudge said. "Don't make me repeat myself three times!"
The minister's office secretary was extremely frustrated and immediately wanted to recite a poem: "I offered my heart to the bright moon."
However, he couldn't disobey the minister's orders, otherwise he would be subjected to the minister's psychological manipulation, which would involve going on and on about his family history, his parents' expectations, his future life, and the family's expenses—
He let out a sigh, his action of closing the door carrying an inexplicable annoyance. The loud bang of the door hitting the frame was a sound that displeased Fudge.
I've never seen him so impulsive before, making a huge fuss as if the sky has fallen—Fudge felt that such a barbarian, who had no respect for hierarchy and no manners, was not fit to be his secretary. He planned to send this person away in a couple of days and hire someone smart, capable, and respectful to the minister to be the minister's secretary.
Why is it so noisy at the entrance?
Why didn't he knock on the door after he went out?
Fouchi sat in the main seat of the minister's office, as imposing as a mountain on the earth, unmoved by the winds of change, exuding the air of a high-ranking person and possessing an extraordinary aura of authority.
The noise outside the door grew louder, but the minister's office was well soundproofed, and he could only hear the secretary who had just left shouting: "You can't do that!"
What is going on? — Fudge's thoughts were only halfway through forming when a loud bang interrupted all his thoughts.
The door to the minister's office slammed into the wall like a cannonball, shattering the glass.
The door whistled past Fudge's side, whipping up a sharp gust of wind that knocked over teacups and papers on the table, and also messed up his hair, making this once-respectable gentleman look less so.
He slammed his hand on the table, a few sheets of paper caught in the wind obscuring his vision. Another landed on his forehead, but that didn't stop him from speaking: "Disrespectful! You're all finished!"
But no one heard him speak.
His words were drowned out by a series of loud noises after the door was kicked open.
Smoke billowed out.
As the smoke cleared and the dust settled back to the ground, visibility returned to normal.
The office of the Minister of Magic in England.
The door flew off.
The window is broken.
The wall collapsed.
People are stupid.
Fudge believed he was dreaming, and only in a dream could he explain why he saw a group of people smashing up the Minister's office, aggressively blocking a group of Ministry of Magic staff who were protecting him, while pressing forward step by step, forcing these Ministry of Magic staff to retreat.
From outside the wall, they retreated into the wall, stepping over the ruins. The crowd's high spirits turned into a heatwave, making it hard for Fudge to open his eyes.
The fight raged from Diagon Alley all the way to the Ministry of Magic, from the lobby to the Minister's office; these wizards who came to offer advice naturally possessed the truth.
This truth is called: Many hands make light work.
Faced with the truth, the Ministry of Magic staff were forced to retreat, and could only protect Fuchi in the center, looking around nervously.
It seemed that Fudge was about to fall into enemy hands.
At the critical moment, Sterlinger led his men, Kingsley, to his rescue.
As the saying goes, with imposing presence and a murderous aura, he distinguished himself by serving the emperor and protecting him.
As soon as Scrimgeour entered, he parted the crowd and drew out a small group of admonitory wizards standing before him.
In Fudge's eyes at this moment, Scrimgeour is now his towering white jade pillar and golden beam supporting the sea.
His lips moved slightly: "This is the kind of person I can rely on!"
"Everyone, calm down and listen to me!" After noticing Dumbledore's change of attitude, Scrimgeour no longer wanted to deal with Fudge's mess, but he couldn't accept the Ministry of Magic being vandalized by a mob. Since he was the only one in the Ministry in charge of this area, he had no choice but to step forward.
He was met with a curse, not the calm of the crowd.
He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!
"They're all petrified!"
"A big stick stuck in my front teeth!"
"Disarm you!"
Countless streaks of light flew toward Scrimgeour. Amidst the pouring rain, it was unclear how many times he had been struck by the curse, but Scrimgeour collapsed.
Kingsley didn't understand why an Auror office director, an elite Auror, a tough guy who had fought Voldemort, after defending against all offensive spells, would casually raise his wand to cast a spell, then rub his hand on a harmless Stunning Charm before collapsing to the ground.
However, since Director Scrinker had already fallen ill, we cannot be too harsh on him; he had already made the best of his ability to ensure Fudge's safety.
Kingsley: Is that right?
Scrimgeour, who was already lying down: What's wrong with me?
Because he didn't know much about wizards' combat abilities, Fudge genuinely believed that his most capable subordinate had been defeated: No!
"You attacked the Ministry of Magic, attacked the Minister of Magic, and harmed the Chief Auror! You're going to Azkaban!"
Fudge exploded.
The next instant, another shower of magical light flew towards him. He shuddered and hurriedly jumped under the desk, using it as cover to block the attacks.
Amidst the flying sawdust, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he shouted to Kingsley, "Go to Hogwarts and fetch Dumbledore!"
Upon hearing this, Kingsley immediately ran towards the fireplace in the Great Hall, shouting as he ran, "I'll go to Hogwarts right now and fetch Dumbledore!"
Hogwarts.
Dumbledore is explaining the wonders of magic to Harry.
When the story reached its most exquisite point, it was as if flowers were falling from the sky and golden lotuses were blooming on the ground; lotus blossoms were uttered from his mouth, and heavenly sounds were sung. Harry, as if receiving a long-awaited rain after a drought, was intoxicated and overjoyed, and he clasped his hands together and prostrated himself in worship.
Dumbledore suddenly fell silent.
Harry asked, puzzled, "Headmaster, what's going on?"
Dumbledore stroked his beard and smiled, "We have a guest."