A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 727 If William doesn't come out, what will become of the common people!

A group of wizards were waiting at the golden elevator entrance.

The leading male wizard was short, stout, and slightly bald.

He wore a magnificent black robe with red clouds on it, and held a green top hat with silver trim in his hand.

Behind the male wizard stood a short, plump witch who looked like a toad, with a velvet bow in her short hair and a thick folder in her arms.

The other wizards kept their distance, their faces showing fear.

The elevator doors opened, and Minister Fouché went in first, followed closely by Umbridge.

As for the other wizards, they all felt that they hadn't followed and chose to wait for the next elevator.

"How did the test go, Dolores?"

After the elevator doors closed, Fudge asked in a low voice.

Umbridge, in a high-pitched, sweet voice, said:

"Minister, I took a team of Aurors to that cemetery, but we found nothing. There were no signs of a battle at all."

"But the Muggle newspapers..." Fudge hesitated. "They say about Santo over there..."

"It's just a landslide," Umbridge had already prepared her excuse.

"A completely natural disaster, with no human intervention whatsoever."

"Ah, how pitiful." Minister Fouchi's tone didn't convey much pity.

He loosened his collar and said relaxedly, "So, the so-called location where the mysterious figure was resurrected is fake?"

Umbridge didn't answer directly, but just chuckled:

"Minister, do you really believe Dumbledore's words—that Stark—a mere wizard—could fight and even injure the Man of Darkness?"

"William is more than just a little wizard," Minister Fudge said, shaking his head seriously.

"I've read the reports from Paris and Venice. William is truly powerful, and I believe most Aurors are no match for him."

Fudge has witnessed firsthand how terrifying geniuses can be.

"So..." Umbridge rolled her eyes and immediately said, "Dumbledore did this for a reason."

"What's the reason?" Fudge pricked up his ears.

"It's nothing more than wanting to increase Stark's prestige and support him to become the youngest Minister for Magic," Umbridge analyzed.

"He only has two years left before graduation..."

Fudge remained silent.

Although elections are held regularly for the Minister of Magic, there is no time limit for the term of office.

In theory, you can be re-elected indefinitely, as long as you perform well enough.

Therefore, this is an extremely flexible profession, with a career lifespan ranging from a few months to several decades.

The shortest-serving Minister for Magic in the UK was undoubtedly Basil Fleck—only two months.

At that time, it was still during the Fairy War, and he was just there to take the blame and fill the gap.

Fleck worked for two months, and was kicked out for the ridiculous reason that fairies and werewolves had allied themselves.

The longest-serving minister was Faris Spavian. He took office at the age of 109 and served for a full 38 years.

Fudge doesn't expect a lifetime appointment, but everyone should have dreams.

His dream is to challenge himself to live for sixty years.

How can a minister serve for sixty years?

Let's start with him!

It's only been five years, how can he bear to leave his post?

Especially with power, once you get involved, you can never give it up.

But Fudge also felt a sense of urgency.

As Umbridge said, given William's current fame, it's practically a certainty that he will run for office in the future.

If Dumbledore were to further promote the project, it wouldn't be impossible for him to become the youngest Minister for Magic after graduation.

Especially if public opinion believes that the mysterious man has been resurrected... and William is the only one who can deal with him.

This is a complete replica of Dumbledore from back then.

It's likely that within two years, the calls in Britain will all turn to:

If William does not intervene, what will become of the people?

What does Fudge have to do with him?

hateful!

The two suddenly fell silent because the elevator was on the seventh floor—the Magic Sports Division had opened its doors.

Mr. Weasley and Percy are standing at the elevator door, seemingly arguing.

Upon seeing Minister Fudge, Arthur stopped arguing, hesitated, and didn't go in for a moment.

However, Percy seemed to see his own father, and his expression changed instantly as he walked in with a big smile.

He greeted them warmly, "Good morning, Minister. And you—Minister's Advisor—Mrs. Umbridge!"

Percy eagerly reached out his hand.

Minister Fouché paused for a few seconds before extending his hand and smiling, "Hello... I remember your name is—"

"Percy, Minister," Percy quickly introduced himself.

"I worked for the International Department of Magical Cooperation, remember? Just a few months ago, I was working for Mr. Crouch..."

Percy suddenly shut up.

Crouch was controlled by his son Barty Jr., and he was actually working for criminals.

Fortunately, Fudge didn't delve into it, but instead looked at Arthur who had walked in.

Mr. Weasley must come in.

Although he didn't want to be in the same elevator as Fudge, he still caused Percy to say something carelessly, inadvertently leaking some information.

During this period, many members of the Order of the Phoenix have visited the Burial Ground.

This morning, he suddenly realized that his son Percy... might have some problems.

It's not a problem with their brains or their bodies, but rather a clash of political ideologies.

Fudge seemed like a good friend, his face warm, and he casually inquired:

"Arthur, isn't your office on the second floor? How come you're on the seventh floor?"

The Ministry of Magic has nine floors in total, with the main hall on the eighth floor.

Because deep underground, the more floors there are, the farther away from the ground.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the largest department in the Ministry of Magic, is located on the second floor.

The Office for the Prevention of Muggle Misuse, where Weasley worked, was also on this floor.

Before Percy could answer, Mr. Weasley immediately lied, saying, "I like Gobstone, so I came to the Gobstone Club to ask if there were any games recently."

Gobstone is a wizarding game that resembles marbles. Each time a point is lost, the winning stone sprays a foul-smelling, sticky liquid into the face of the loser.

This is an extremely niche game, and it doesn't look very elegant either.

But Fudge, as expected of a minister, could handle any topic, and he spoke eloquently:

"I also like this game. Back when I was at Hogwarts, I even joined the school's Gobstone Club."

I still remember our captain, a girl named Erin Prince.

She led us in a competition against the Illuminati Magic School.

After she graduated, she apparently married a Muggle. I think... she was Snape's mother.

Arthur just gave an awkward laugh; he didn't like the game at all.

"Have you been busy lately?" Fudge asked again. "I heard you've been busy with—the sewage backflow in the toilets?"

"It was done by anti-Muggle pranksters!" Arthur said angrily. "It's happened twice recently, once at Wimbledon and once at Elephant Castle."

The Muggle flushed the toilet, but the filth didn't disappear...

Fudge interrupted, "Is this some kind of trivial matter for you to concern yourself with? The sewers?"

"Arthur, to be honest, I've always wanted to move you to a different spot," Fudge said with a smile.

"Since Crouch's incident, the Department of International Cooperation and Exchanges has been without a director."

Your son Percy works there too, right?

Percy's eyes lit up as he looked at his elderly father.

He had never been so excited.

Fudge continued:

"This department must break free from the shackles of the tightly bound bureaucracy. We need to open the windows, let in some fresh air, and get rid of all the red tape."

I believe in you; you can breathe new life into this creaky, old bureaucratic machine.

"You mean a big clean-up?" Arthur laughed.

"Indeed, too many people are just sitting behind their desks... It really is time for a major cleaning."

Just then, the elevator rang.

"The fifth level is the International Magical Cooperation Division, which includes the International Magical Trade Standards Association, the International Office of Magical Law, and the British seat of the International Federation of Magicians."

Mr. Weasley said quickly, "Minister, I still prefer my current position."

Alright, Percy, you've arrived. Time to get off.

I'll also go and visit a good friend of mine while I'm at it.

Percy was reluctantly pulled away by Mr. Weasley.

Fudge's face instantly darkened.

Umbridge spat into the elevator and said, "Pah!"

"What a piece of trash, you're asking for it."

However, she didn't control the distance well and vomited on Minister Fouché's shoes.

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