Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 167 Subduing Fudge
Ministry of Magic, second basement level, Department of Law Enforcement.

Tonks sat at his workstation, reviewing documents distributed by the Auror Command.

To celebrate her transfer from Azkaban, she donned a new look using the Disguise Magus, wearing a black Auror robe and her purple hair tied in a high ponytail. She was youthful and beautiful, and even sitting in a corner, she was the most eye-catching presence in the entire department.

The document contains the work plan for the new year.

This is a complicated story. The Department of Law Enforcement didn't originally have such a system. It was Kingsley Shackle who became the assistant to the Muggle Prime Minister and discovered that the Muggle government regularly summarized past work reports and adjusted future work plans based on the reports. He believed that this system could improve efficiency and reduce redundant and useless work, so he happily proposed it to Ms. Burns.

This proposal resulted in the Legal Enforcement Division having these inexplicable documents.

It was so overwhelming that it made Tonks feel like he was back in Hogwarts, and these materials were Professor Binns's lesson plans.

And it just so happened to be the day I returned to work after the holiday. It was freezing outside, but the fireplace in the room was warm. I couldn't muster any energy, and yet I had to watch something that made me sleepy. I was so drowsy that I almost collapsed at my desk.

"Strengthen inspections of the overturned alley..."

Tonks struggled to finish reading a page, tried to open his tired eyes, and was about to turn to the next page when a strong tremor suddenly came from the ceiling.

"Enemy attack!!"

The young woman, Ao Luoteng, stood up abruptly, instantly becoming energetic.

"Someone actually dares to attack the Ministry of Magic?!"

Tonks was both surprised and delighted. She immediately took out her wand, ready to go out and fulfill her duties as an Auror. Before she had taken more than a few steps, she heard a deep roar.

“Connelly Fudge, who do you think you are…”

Thanks to the Ministry of Magic's excellent soundproofing, the sound of the Howl came through the floorboards, becoming lower and less piercing, requiring careful listening to make the roar clear.

"So it was just a letter yelling at the minister. I thought a dark wizard had attacked the Ministry of Magic." Donxton said disappointedly.

At that moment, Kingsley came out of the next office, and almost simultaneously, Ms. Burns also opened her door, seemingly startled by the noise.

The three exchanged glances, and Kingsley and Mrs. Burns looked at the wand in Tonks' hand and fell silent.

Kingsley paused for a moment: "Nifadora, go back to your own business."

"I already told you, call me Tonks."

Tonks muttered something under his breath and silently returned to his seat, feeling somewhat helpless. This kind of work was worse than watching Dementors and prisoners in Azkaban.

Tonks lowered his head and continued flipping through the documents.

"Um!?"

Tonks' eyes widened. Had he seen this page before? Why did it look so unfamiliar? Where had he left off?

The clock on the wall kept ticking, and Tonks didn't finish reading the document for the rest of the morning because shouts of insults against the minister kept coming from upstairs. The insults were at a suitable volume, not harsh, but just loud enough to be heard.

Slang from various regions, greetings in different accents, and witty yet powerful analogies.

Tonks learned many obscure uses of words, which broadened his horizons and amazed him.

The insults gradually subsided as lunchtime approached, reportedly after the Minister's office sent a letter requesting the post office to stop sending shouting letters to the Ministry of Magic.

……

lunch time.

The Ministry of Magic ceased all operations, hung up a "Closed" sign, and staff gradually left. The fireplace in the main hall finally went silent, and all floors and departments became quiet.

Fudge deliberately delayed leaving the minister's office, trying to use the time difference to avoid meeting other staff members.

"Eighth floor, main hall."

Fudge's ears were still a little uncomfortable, with a slight buzzing that persisted, and he couldn't hear the indifferent female voice announcing the floor.

As he stepped out of the elevator, Fookie noticed several staff members who were on duty at lunchtime. This was unavoidable, so he could only pretend nothing had happened and walk through the main hall as usual.

Normally, several employees would greet him, but today no one did. The employees turned their heads away in unison, as if they hadn't noticed the obese minister.

Fudge walked by in a hurry, glancing at several employees out of the corner of his eye. He noticed that they were all secretly looking at him with complicated emotions on their faces.

That inexplicable gaze was particularly irritating, and Fudge felt inexplicably annoyed and resentful.

"Levent, Dumbledore! Do you think I will yield?"

"Just you wait! I'll show you that I am the Minister of Magic!"

……

The details of the application submitted by the Department of Transport were made known to wizards throughout Britain through the Daily Prophet's disclosure.

Quidditch fans, parents, and supporters of the boy who miraculously survived are eager to have the Filo network connected to the video player so that the videos they want can be delivered to their homes for repeated viewing.

One howling letter after another was sent out, but the Ministry of Magic never responded, and the staff of the relevant departments could not reveal any details about the plot.

The Oak Barrel Pub, West Overton.

Old Will was busy behind the bar when, before long, the brass bell behind the door began to ring, and a large group of people poured in—all his old friends.

The tavern owners—Ada of Godric, Alfie of Tinworth, and One-Eyed Jack of Upper Flagley—were all familiar faces, along with some older Aurors, old acquaintances from their youth, and retired employees from various departments.

These were mostly seasoned drinkers. After taking a swig of fiery whiskey, they slammed their glasses on the table, spewing bursts of flame from their mouths and noses, their voices so loud they made your ears ring.

"Have you seen the follow-up report in the newspaper?"

Mrs. Eckmore submitted several more applications, all of which were rejected.

"Safety hazards, immature technology, Muggle culture influence! Bah, those are all nonsensical reasons."

"Some members of Wizengamo have had their brains infected with dragonpox by Fudge, and they actually agree with his statements. What a load of crap!"

"..."

Old Will, seeing the tavern owners echoing his sentiments, chuckled and asked, "It's one thing for these old folks to stir things up, but you tavern owners, do you also support Professor Levent's plan? If your customers wanted to watch the mirror at home, would your business still be so good?"

"This one……"

Some tavern owners frowned, only thinking about maintaining the Magic Mirror Club, without considering the deeper implications.

"Think it over carefully, make sure you understand it."

"Don't rush into this without thinking. If it actually succeeds, you'll blame Professor Levent afterward."

Old Will's words surprised them greatly. Was this still the same hot-tempered old Auror? It seemed that the old guy had changed a lot since joining the Magic Mirror Club. How could he have said such things before?

Sitting at the bar, head down, drinking until only foam and bubbles remained at the bottom of the glass, the former commentator Alfie spoke up:

“In the 13th century, the goldsmith Bowman invented the Golden Snitch and perfected the rules of Quidditch. He could have monopolized the business, and Quidditch would probably have been a popular sport that quickly disappeared. But he chose to make his skills public, and that's how Quidditch became a global phenomenon and is what it is today.” Jack, the owner of the White Ink Bar, nodded: “Gentlemen, we have two choices before us: we can rely on the Shadow Mirror to create temporary wealth, or we can give up some Galleons and make history!”

The patrons exchanged bewildered glances, the flames of the whiskey seemingly burning into their pupils.

"I have several former colleagues in the International Affairs Department; their department can initiate the application!"

"If it involves Quidditch, perhaps the British and Irish Quidditch League Command could step in."

"Let the Muggle Culture Mediation Committee clarify and explain the matter!"

The atmosphere in the tavern quickly became lively, with patrons offering suggestions one after another.

"..."

A smile appeared on old Will's aged face.

……

Friday.

Tonks sat in the corner looking at the materials, using a folder to hold it in place and prop it up to cover half of his face, looking quite serious.

Kingsley walked over and stood behind her.

Unaware that he was lost in his own world, Tonks was actually holding a newspaper—a report by the top journalist Skeeter, which was far more interesting than the materials his boss had given him.

"The Ministry of Magic is bombarded with howling letters, and an unidentified official, enraged, has ordered the post office to make changes, prompting a protest from owls..."

"Multiple departments jointly submitted an application, but an unidentified official vehemently opposed it, even losing his temper and shouting in his office, claiming that the Ministry of Magic would not bow to public opinion..."

"Several Quidditch team managers have publicly stated that the Shadow Mirror facilitates watching games, post-game analysis, and training correction, greatly benefiting the Quidditch competition. The Magic Mirror Club's promotion of the Shadow Mirror is comparable to the goldsmith Bob revealing the Golden Snitch... Charlie Cannon players claim that the Ministry of Magic should erect statues of Levent and Monks Stanley..."

"Ms. Marchban gave an interview claiming that high-ranking officials were obstructing her from launching the Wizengamo vote, using despicable and disgusting tactics..."

"Ha ha……"

When Tonks saw the exciting parts, he recalled the vulgar slang he had heard recently and thought to himself that he had learned something new.

"Does it look good?"

A voice asked softly.

"nice!"

After answering, Tonks realized what he meant and slammed the document on the table: "I meant your writing is well-organized and clear, making it obvious what we should do next."

Kingsley nodded: "Then tell me, what is your next task?"

"Uh..." Donxton paused for a moment.

Kingsley watched her intently, applying pressure as a superior, before reminding her after a moment, "There's a meeting at three o'clock that all department heads are required to attend. Ms. Burns wants you to prepare in advance."

"Me, prepare?" Tonks' eyes widened. "Shouldn't Ms. Burns and Mr. Scrinker be the ones to prepare for this?"

"You're going to be an assistant, to record the meeting minutes."

"Yes, sir..."

After tidying up the desk and hiding the newspaper, Tonks entered the meeting room with paper and pen.

Many officials were already present in the meeting room, but Minister Fouché, who was at the head of the table, was the most conspicuous.

Officials from other departments arrived and took their seats one after another. Several of them must have read the recent newspaper reports and were secretly glancing at Fookie out of the corner of their eyes. With so many of these subtle glances, it was hard to ignore them.

Seeing that Fudge's nostrils were trembling, he seemed rather unhappy.

As Mrs. Eckmore from the Transport Department took her seat, the conference room fell silent for a few seconds, all eyes focused on the director, watching her every move.

Fudge cleared his throat, preparing to chair the meeting.

This was a routine meeting of the Ministry of Magic, with each department having its own agenda. The Minister's office had two plans: one was to take this opportunity to completely nip the Shadow Mirror problem in the bud, and the other was to publicly solicit opinions on the Anti-Werewolf Act.

Umbridge Dolores is currently just an office manager and isn't even qualified to attend meetings, but if all goes well, she will be promoted to senior deputy minister.

The thought that the witch who supported him was about to become a powerful assistant in controlling the Ministry of Magic brought some comfort to Fudge's bad mood.

"Minister, this application needs to be discussed publicly."

Before he could speak, Mrs. Eckmore took out the application that had been rejected several times and said firmly, "All the reasons given for rejection before are invalid, Minister. Perhaps you should take a closer look."

Fudge was furious, his chubby face turning bright red: "Maintain meeting order! Director Ekmor, this should be the minister's office time!"

Tonks almost burst out laughing, then silently turned to the side, using Ms. Burns to cover his face.

“I’m sorry, Minister, I’m in a bit of a hurry.” Ekmer’s face was expressionless. “But since it’s already been brought up, let’s not waste time worrying about meeting order and let’s get to the agenda as soon as possible.”

"Minister, I've been gathering opinions from professionals and consulting with department heads, and all the reasons you've given are invalid, mainly for the following reasons..."

Mrs. Eckmore calmly recounted the contents of the document, and the officials from the various departments she mentioned echoed her sentiments, confirming her point, including even the two directors, Crouch and Burns.

"..."

Fudge grew increasingly furious and terrified, and could only try to use his authority to quell the situation: "Borns, Crouch, what do you mean? Do you know what you're doing? Is the Ministry of Magic going to bow down to a foreign wizard?!"

He gritted his teeth and angrily rebuked, "This is a betrayal of Merlin, a betrayal of all the ministers before us!"

Mrs. Eckmore remained silent and handed the application documents to the center of the long table.

"In fact, this is not a betrayal, but more like carrying on their aspirations."

Borns adjusted his glasses and said softly, "They established the Ministry of Magic, manufactured the Hogwarts Express, built St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sicknesses, and maintained the Leaky Cauldron... These works proved to us that the Act of Secrecy did not completely isolate wizards and Muggles."

Crouch also chimed in, saying, "Minister Fudge, you were more enlightened when you were in the Department of Magical Disasters and Accidents than you are now."

Fudge sneered, not wanting to answer.

Borns picked up a quill, opened the document to the last page, and handed it over: "This is a unanimous decision made by the various departments of the Ministry of Magic after discussion. If you insist on opposing it, we can initiate the Wizengamo Resolution."

Fudge's complexion changed; the liver-red color gradually faded, and he slowly turned pale.

It was only now that he suddenly realized that the various newspaper articles were not isolated incidents, and the howling letters were not all sent spontaneously by wizards. The Magic Mirror Club had made many preparations for this, with each step linked to the next, and had even won over centrists like Burns and Crouch.

Fudge held the quill pen and laboriously signed the word "agree".

He took a couple of deep breaths, glared at them fiercely, and said in a gruff voice, "The next topic is the 'Anti-Werewolf Act' drafted by Director Umbridge!"

(End of this chapter)