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Chapter 314: Arrangements for Fudge
Although Fudge's coming had caused a lot of anxiety and chaos, thanks to Dumbledore, the decoration of Hogwarts was done very well.

There was no way. Hogwarts itself did not produce enough and did not charge tuition, so naturally it had to take Minister Fudge, who was obviously here to give him money, seriously.

Fudge's respect for Dumbledore was one thing, but the school's attitude towards the Minister of Magic was another. Necessary etiquette was indispensable.

After the decoration work was completed, Andrew, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, hid in the library and trembled, not daring to go out at all - the sequelae of calling out the professors who stayed in school came, and he didn't have the courage to go out and meet the professors with confidence.

But it was clear that the other two regular visitors to the library had no intention of agreeing.

"An ordinary student," Nina sat down and looked at Andrew, "who has the entire school's professors bossing him around."

"Where did the order come from?"

Andrew was extremely stubborn at the moment. He absolutely could not take advantage of this. "I just got instructions from Dumbledore and ran all the way to inform him. I took care of a lot of cleaning work!"

Since all the professors were called to work, of course he couldn't sit idle - in order to pass the blame on others, Andrew used magic to clean up the entire corridor and was exhausted.

The intention is very clear - professors, please watch out, I am not the one giving orders, I am just notifying you. I am just doing odd jobs, so don't guess who gave the order!

"Alright, alright, you're totally violating this school rule by casting spells in the corridor."

Nina waved her hand. She had been studying the school rules whenever she had free time these days. Although she couldn't violate the original school rules that protected professors, there was nothing wrong with finding Andrew's loophole.

"That's cleaning, approved spellcasting. You can look at the supplementary case given by Mr. Filch."

Andrew waved his hand, "Let's not talk about that. You have your formal attire, right? Minister Fudge is coming, and theoretically everyone needs to wear formal attire. I have to notify them specifically."

"A Hogwarts style... I'm afraid I don't have one. The last time I wore a formal gown was when I was a student."

"Damn it..."

Andrew rubbed his head - the professor was not here, and all kinds of messes popped up. The same went for Fudge. It had been less than two months since he last came here. The Ministry of Magic had gone crazy. Did the Galleons feel too hot in their hands?
He glanced at Nina, and his eyes drifted to Sirius, who was standing next to him with a look of surprise on his face - it had been quite a while since the last moment, and Sirius had been listening beside him, not participating in the discussion at all.

"Professor Black?"

The way he addressed Andrew became less familiar - after all, being too familiar would easily lead to rejection.

"what?"

Sirius' mouth opened in surprise.

"It's a serious question."

Andrew didn't wait for Sirius to reply before continuing, "The issue of protecting the etiquette of Hogwarts has to be handed over to you - please take Professor Nina to make a dress and make sure she has the right dress when Minister Fudge arrives."

"I?"

Sirius was still in shock.

"Yes, theoretically I should have brought it, but I'm afraid I still have to wait for news from the Ministry of Magic's logistics department - damn it, if they arrive later we won't have to scramble so much."

Without waiting for Sirius to refuse, Andrew took his schoolbag and said, "Please, this is very important."

He stood up and ran away - it was already the limit for other professors to call in decorations, and this kind of thing could only be done to novice professors.

The date for the minister's visit was set, but there were a lot of other things that needed to be communicated, and he really had no idea what to do.

"Excuse me, excuse me, is there a senior who is not too busy and wants to come out for a moment, especially someone who is in charge of external liaison? Yes, yes, just one person will do."

Andrew came to the lab, and after confirming that no dangerous magic experiments were being conducted, he whispered to the one who looked the most relaxed.

In theory, these people should be in communication with the Dean and Professor McGonagall should be in charge, but that is no longer possible.

"You guys continue working, we'll talk outside."

After pulling the man out and having a brief conversation to confirm that he was not a rigid person, Andrew breathed a sigh of relief and began to instruct on tomorrow's experimental work.

"If there is no urgent task, slow down a bit and do something less complicated, preferably something the minister can understand, and pretend it's very important. As for you, stand at the very outside and make sure you can answer the minister's questions. I'll try to lead you."

"Another thing is, make your clothes a little dirty and your hair a little messy—"

"Yes, take pictures, no problem, but don't try to look cool. Don't use Potter's shampoo or anything like that on my hair. Don't put alchemical oil on it. That's too deliberate. Don't take a shower when you go back today. Just keep this in mind."

"Whether it's funding, treatment, or attention, it all depends on this time. I know that you guys are giving up your vacation to come to school to do this, but you have to let people see it, right?"

"Don't make your desk so tidy. Use more scratch paper. It's best to assign two people to specialize in calculations. You know more than I do, so just focus on one specialty."

……

"That's all. Be more natural and don't wash your hair or take a bath. If anyone does, I'll wipe his face with alchemical oil tomorrow!"

After instructing the external personnel of the four laboratories that were still conducting experiments, Andrew began to return to the office to connect with the people in the logistics department.

Minister Fudge's visit must be arranged clearly - there are not enough students, so the welcome event will be cancelled and replaced by a surprise visit by Minister Fudge.

Then I went into the laboratory to take care of the operation of future projects in the wizarding world, took some photos and that was it!
This is good enough, anything more would be superfluous.

"Report the script to Dumbledore and make sure it's performed properly... Anyway, don't bring it to the professor's office. The students in the laboratory are the focus."

'I just have a question, isn't the auditorium too clean? Is there too much decoration?'

"Forget it. If I do this again, I'm afraid I'll be able to bring the school down next semester..."

"Let the principal consider whether to change the decoration of the auditorium more hastily, as if the news was suddenly known and there was no time to do so."

Andrew thought for a while and decided to make arrangements for Fudge.

Afterwards, it was a routine matter to ask the principal for permission - the performance in its natural state still needed approval.

But he was not stopped. The principal was very interested and agreed to his plan.

Then Andrew ran to everyone and informed them that they didn't need formal wear and could only wear casual clothes to work.

After running a long lap, he finally had a chance to catch his breath and began to figure out if there were any loopholes in his arrangement.

"I always feel like I've forgotten something, but what is it? If I can't think of it again at night, I'll go ask the principal."

(End of this chapter)