Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 249, Section 247: That glass of wine was called—'The Godfather' (Seeking monthly votes)

Fudge's eyes lit up as he listened to Dudley's words.

If he does as Dudley says, it will be a disaster for the high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic, and there might even be a major reshuffle of officials.

However, those most likely to be affected are the old pure-blood wizarding faction, and more likely those loyal to or formerly loyal to Voldemort. Even Dumbledore's old friends are not affected, despite their long service (over a hundred years), seniority, and membership in the Wizengamot.

But the official position is too low and the power is too small.

Even when expressing dissatisfaction, the only way to protest is by resigning, the stupidest and most ineffective method.

Even Fudge wouldn't bother with him.

"Your Excellency Minister, the Ministry of Magic has become corrupt. It is no longer the Ministry that once served wizards and the Minister of Magic wholeheartedly. I believe the Ministry needs a fresh batch of blood, a batch of blood that is loyal only to you."

Dali's voice was like a whisper in my ear.

It kept drilling into Fudge's mind.

Loyal to only the Ministry of Magic. What a beautiful phrase.

"Of course, this can be done slowly; you're still young and have plenty of time."

"Your Excellency Minister, you see, this may not be such a bad thing."

Upon hearing Dali's words, Fudge seemed to have taken a suppository, and a bright smile, like a chrysanthemum, bloomed on his wrinkled old face. He suddenly understood.

At that moment, he instantly felt that he could control the situation, that he was capable again, that he could do it.

"Homage to our wise and mighty Minister of Magic."

Dali raised his glass and smiled as he bowed to Fouché.

He painted a huge picture of a pie for Fudge, but whether Fudge could actually eat it was not up to him.

To be fair, Dudley didn't believe Fudge could defeat those pure-blood wizards, but he could at least sound the charge.

Without some upheaval, it would be extremely difficult for a new wizard to rise to power.

Fudge happily raised his glass and took another big gulp, unsurprisingly choking on it again.

He shook his head slightly; it seemed that Fudge wasn't suited to drinking this kind of wine.

It's such a shame that this "Godfather" cocktail, made by Dali himself, was wasted.

Having gotten the answer he wanted from Dudley, Fudge left satisfied with his new secretary.

Dudley watched the two walk further and further away until they disappeared from sight, then chuckled contemptuously, snapped his fingers, and the rattan chair vanished.

Fresh blood?

Where does the fresh blood come from?

A good-for-nothing like Fudge even had his own team assembled by Dudley.

Oh, maybe not all of them. A pink toad image popped into Dudley's mind.

He's just a petty clown who can only resort to petty tricks and is utterly worthless.

Dudley's gaze shifted to the lawn next door, where a strangely dressed man stood—Culliver, the leader of the Squirrels, who was nodding respectfully at him.

"Mr. Dursley, Mr. Gargamel sends you his sincerest greetings."

Dudley nodded to indicate that he understood, and Curry respectfully withdrew his figure slowly.

Dudley, posing as Gargamel, gave orders to Cullivan and his companions, instructing them to do everything in their power to protect Penny and the others.

The safety of loved ones is always Dali's top priority.

Incidentally, the idea of ​​placing the Squibs on Privet Drive came from Fudge's current secretary, whose name is Percy, Percy Weasley.

He was an outstanding assistant whom Fudge highly praised.

Dali composed himself slightly and walked towards his family with a smile.

"Harry, the dangerous fugitive who escaped from Azkaban, you can avenge your parents in a respectable way the next time you see Peter."

Dudley said softly as he walked over to Harry.

Harry's shoulders trembled slightly upon hearing this, but he quickly regained his composure.

"I will."

The voice was firm and powerful.

Harry gave Peter a chance; if he stayed in Azkaban and atoneed for his mistakes, Harry would forgive him.

But he didn't do that; instead, he chose to escape.

This means that he has never regretted what he did, nor has he regretted betraying the Potters.

When Harry sees him again, he won't hold back.

Not long after the Grangers officially moved into Privet Drive, the Dursleys were once again busy with people coming and going, neighbors coming to congratulate them, a cake bigger than a person, mountains of gifts, and a lavish buffet in the garden.

This is an important day.

This applies to everyone in the Dursleyan family.

Because on this day, the Dursleys' little princess, Lily Dursley, finally turns one year old.

Everyone was smiling that day, and the Dursleys' house was more lively than ever before. Even Snape, who was usually stern and rarely smiled, had a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth. This was even with his Occlumency active; if he hadn't used it, his smile would probably have stretched all the way to his back teeth.

After spending some more time on Privet Drive, Dudley, Hermione, and Harry set off for Godric's Hollow.

They arrange every holiday like this.

If Privet Drive is their home in the ordinary world, then the castle in Godric's Hollow is their home in the wizarding world.

Both Hermione and Harry absolutely loved their home in the wizarding world.

Every plant in the garden was planted by them, and every room in the castle was decorated by them.

Under the care of the two old wizards, Pipilu and Luxixi, everything in the castle was in perfect order. The cabbages in the cabbage field were growing well, the pumpkins were becoming more and more vibrant in color, and the mandrakes...

The only drawback is the iron thorns that serve as a fence around the perimeter. They are still the same height, the same hardness, and still not very defensive. Compared to those magical plants, they are a bit lacking.

To be fair, their defensive capabilities are not even as good as those mandrakes.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a miraculous plant known as "iron waste".

It looks nice but is useless.

It's worth mentioning that after Dudley and his friends left Privet Drive, Snape didn't return to his Spider Lane. Instead, he found a house near Privet Drive to stay in and would visit the Dursleys whenever he had free time, and also to see little Lily.

Hmm. Maybe the important thing is that it's convenient to go along with it.

He is now Lily's godfather.

Petunia agreed the moment Snape spoke, and Vernon didn't have much of an objection either.

Vernon already had a good impression of Snape. Although his hair was a bit greasy, his overall image was not bad. He had also heard that Snape was a professor at Hogwarts School, and that a proper job was much better than some good-for-nothing scoundrels.

Naturally, there wouldn't be much of an opinion.

Even if Lily is unable to become a wizard after she turns eleven, Snape will continue to teach her and fulfill his duties as her godfather.

Actually, there's something I really want to complain about: is Wildball Fist really what you guys think it is?

(End of this chapter)