A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 795 Blinding Fudge's Dog Eyes!

Although William did not mention anyone, Scrimgeour knew he was referring to Minister Fudge.

He was also taken aback. Good heavens... you've directly appointed a minister?

And then there's this whole "five-year term is up, please let Stark take over" kind of drama?

Damn! (A habit)

Scrimgeour squinted. Although he was just an Auror office manager, who didn't dream of being a minister?

That Fudge... damn it!

Scrimgeour remained silent for a long time, then sat down in his chair and sighed, "No wonder there is a trial today."

Fudge tried so hard to win you over, but you wouldn't give him any face, so he had no choice but to break off all pretense of civility.

"Voldemort has been resurrected; these are all irrelevant matters." William stared into Scrimgeour's eyes.

"The important thing is to organize an effective force to fight back."

Scrimgeour swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "The mysterious man really... has he been resurrected?"

"I don't believe you didn't send Aurors to investigate the cemetery where the battle took place?" William scoffed.

Although Umbridge altered the scene to make it look like a landslide, Scrinker must have checked it out beforehand.

“That’s not rigorous evidence,” Scrimgeour said. “Traces of battle don’t necessarily mean the Mysterious Man has been resurrected.”

"More evidence, see today's Daily Prophet," William whispered. "I'll reveal it slowly."

During the time loop, William rehearsed countless times, having Rita infiltrate the graveyard, film Voldemort's resurrection, and then publish the footage in major newspapers.

Despite the time loop, William deliberately suppressed the matter and did not allow Rita to be released immediately.

Otherwise, how can we wait for Fouché to rebel and remove this minister from office?

The time is ripe. Over the next month, Rita will bombard us with all sorts of photos and inflammatory text.

But that's not enough... Fudge might say the photos are fake.

William couldn't say a word:

As everyone knows, there's no Photoshop in the magical world, so this picture isn't photoshopped, it's real... This kind of bullshit is used to prove there's no fakery.

William needs Scrimgeour to also defect and backstab Fudge.

"So... what exactly do you want, William?" Scrimgeour stared at William.

"The investigators from the International Wizarding Federation will be arriving soon." William picked up his glass, took a sip, and said.

"No matter how much Fouché tries to change things, he can only serve as minister for the last six months at most."

He will definitely lose the election next year.

William cleared his throat and continued:

"Sir, if you want to achieve something, you should plan ahead... hand over the evidence you have to the investigators."

Scrimgeour stared intently at William, a chill running down his spine.

"And don't accuse me of using someone else to do my dirty work," William said, raising a finger and shaking it.

"I'm just giving you a heads-up because we have a good relationship."

For an official of your rank, the worst thing is to choose the wrong side, because that would truly lead to utter ruin!

However, once the right path is chosen, how far one will go in the future is anyone's guess!

"You want to make me Minister for Magic?" Scrimgeour asked. "Is that what Dumbledore also thinking?"

William smiled without saying a word.

After Fouché steps down, a new minister must take office.

But that person is definitely not... Scrimgeour.

It's not that he's a bad person, but rather that he's too forceful.

He has his own ideas, his own political views, and his own coping mechanisms.

Once he comes to power, he will definitely be just like Fudge, wary of the Order of the Phoenix.

This is what is known as "resisting the enemy, but not siding with Deng."

He would resist Voldemort, but wanted to maintain independence and was unwilling to hand over the power of the Ministry of Magic to William and his associates.

But William and Dumbledore joined forces to fight Voldemort... How could Voldemort possibly tolerate Scrimgeour as a third party?

He would definitely prioritize killing Scrimgeour.

"Too rigid a person is easily broken," which perfectly describes someone like him.

Besides, William went to great lengths to remove Fudge in order to keep the Ministry of Magic under his control, not to put Scrimgeour in power.

What's best for Scrimgeour is a promotion and a raise... and freeing up the Auror force!

A subtle promotion in name only... William has already planned out the script for him.

Therefore, William is now using this sharp knife to accelerate the process of "removing Fu" and is also making empty promises to him.

But William couldn't say it outright; he could only smile and remain silent, giving Scrimgeour the illusion that... "You are the next minister, and I have already appointed you."

That was indeed what Scrimgeour was thinking at that moment, but he remained silent.

decision,

It's really not that easy to do!

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Please come in," Scrimgeour said quickly, taking advantage of this delay to think things over.

But the visitor surprised Scrinker.

Percy walked in, holding a document in his hand, and froze when he saw William.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter, Assistant Minister?" Scrinker said coldly.

He initially thought that Percy was Arthur's mole, the Weasley traitor.

It turned out that this person was a real traitor.

Percy hesitated for a moment, glancing at William. William didn't look at him, seemingly suddenly interested in the cup, picking it up and examining it repeatedly.

"If you're not going to say it, then there's no need to say it," Scrimgeour said impatiently.

"Mr. Fudge said that Granger's trial would be moved up an hour and the location would be changed to Courtroom Ten..."

Scrimgeour sneered, "Did you inform Mr. Stark and Miss Granger?"

"I'll let you know in a bit," Percy said, forcing himself to speak.

Scrimgeour shook his head. Was Fudge already resorting to such underhanded tactics?

Such petty tactics are not something a minister would do!

This is inhuman!

The most embarrassing part was that William caught them in the act. It can be summed up in four words:

Shame!

Disgraceful!

It was lost in Siberia!

Scrimgeour was startled again when he saw William smiling.

He and Granger came so early, surely they weren't just here to chat?

William, was this part of your plan?!

"It starts in thirty minutes." Scrimgeour glanced at his watch, stood up, and said, "Let's go now."

Percy walked in front, and William didn't say a word to him, only talking to Scringer about Vienna.

Percy opened his mouth several times, but didn't say anything.

As they passed Tonks's cubicle, William patted Hermione on the shoulder, and the girl understood and followed him away.

"You'll be alright, Hermione!" Tonks called out.

Hermione waved at her.

Percy stood by the elevator, tapping the "down" button.

The elevator clattered to life, and the golden doors slowly opened, revealing two people stepping out.

The most awkward scene has occurred:

Out came Mr. Weasley and Harry, who didn't look too good.

Percy didn't greet them either, his face expressionless, completely ignoring the presence of his father and Harry.

He strode into the elevator with his back ramrod straight and his nostrils pointing to the sky.

The lines around Mr. Weasley's mouth tightened, but other than that, he showed no sign of seeing his son.

Clearly, after a month of seeing each other constantly at the Ministry of Magic, the two had long since gotten used to this relationship where they treated each other like air.

Seeing several people about to enter the elevator, Mr. Weasley said with a puzzled look:

"William, where are you going? What happened?"

"The trial has been moved up an hour," William warned. "You might be moved up as well. Notify Professor Snape immediately and have him come to the Ministry of Magic."

If he's late, things will be in trouble.

Mr. Weasley's expression changed, and he hurriedly pulled Harry along, running towards his office.

The elevator creaked as it descended, and when it reached the stairs, the group continued down the corridor.

It was dark and damp here, with rough stone walls on both sides, and torches stuck in brackets, emitting soft, yellowish glows.

William and Hermione were at the back of the group. As they stepped down the stairs and were about to reach the tenth interrogation room, the boy suddenly stopped.

William asked in a low voice, "Nervous?"

Hermione shook her head and said, "I'm a little excited."

"That's good. By the way, did you bring the things?" William asked.

Hermione nodded and took two exquisite boxes out of the safety watch.

The girl hesitated, "Should I really bring it? Won't it be too conspicuous?"

William ruffled Hermione's hair and chuckled softly, "That's what you get for being flashy. Otherwise, how will you blind Fudge's eyes and make that toad Umbridge cry?"

Hermione tilted her head, looked up at William, and smiled brightly, "Then put it on!"

William took the box, gently opened it, and in the firelight, the row of medals gleamed.

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