A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 849 I have never seen such a shameless person!

Fudge was so angry that he felt like he was being blocked at the door.

He clenched his fists, veins bulging.

In that instant, anger welled up in his heart, and malice took hold of his courage... He,

I found a corner to sit down.

No one dared to speak to the minister; his temples throbbed, giving the impression that his blood vessels were about to burst.

Let's not give him the chance to stage an accident!

Fudge sat on the small stool, watching the wizard go in and come out.

After anxiously waiting for twenty minutes, Fudge finally received permission, rubbed his numb legs, straightened his robe, and entered the ward.

Since becoming minister, no wizard has ever made him wait this long!

But when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Fudge's expression was complicated. He took a deep breath and stepped through the door, immediately putting on a bright smile.

William sat on the hospital bed, feeling drowsy.

He had just drunk a magic potion, which had a sedative effect, so he was inevitably a little sleepy.

So when he saw Fudge come in, he didn't move at all, and said softly:

"Good evening, Minister."

"Just lie down, and whatever you do, don't move!"

Fudge took small steps to the bedside, his face full of concern, and carefully tucked the blanket around William.

William hadn't moved at all, and Fudge didn't seem embarrassed at all.

"What exactly happened? Where are the Death Eaters?" He sat down on the edge of the bed.

"They've escaped. Ms. Burns should have already told you," William said calmly.

"Voldemort also appeared and fought me. The prisoners in the jail were all witnesses, and the Aurors also saw the Dark Lord."

"If you still think it's fake news, then I have nothing more to say."

Fudge sat slumped on the edge of the bed, as if his soul had been ripped away.

As Rita's report unfolded, he gradually realized something was wrong.

But the report came too late; by then he had already broken with Dumbledore and the Starks… and had no way out.

All I can do is keep telling myself: This is fake news!

Today has finally come, and the situation has reached a point of no return.

Fudge's voice trembled slightly: "I never expected... that the mysterious person would actually come back."

William raised an eyebrow, and six months later, Fudge finally admitted for the first time that Voldemort had returned.

It's not easy.

Fudge suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened, his hands gripped the blanket, and his face was full of pleading.

"You have to help me, William, we're friends... and only you can help me now!"

"How can I help you?" William asked coldly.

"I told you this as soon as Voldemort was resurrected, but you refused to send Aurors to capture the Death Eaters."

I told you the location of the battle, and you said it was a landslide.

I sent Umbridge to Azkaban, but you kept her and brought her to Hogwarts...

Look at all the stupid things you've done in the last six months... It's time to learn how to use your brain.

William spoke without any politeness.

And Fudge, like a primary school student, listened to his words and nodded repeatedly.

He said with a look of regret:

"William, I'm willing to announce that the Man of Void has returned, I'm willing to fight the Death Eaters, and I'm even willing to be a puppet..."

"Serving only you and Dumbledore!"

William leaned against the pillows, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and looked out the dark window, sneering:

"Oh, then what do you need me to do?"

Fudge pleaded in a low voice:

"I told reporters that the ministry was the first to discover the Death Eaters' escape, and I also knew about the mysterious man's resurrection, but I didn't want to alert him."

We've been working in secret to prepare for this day.

Fudge lowered his voice:

"Just like back then, you were in France, in Paris, covering for those foolish Frenchmen, for Clegane..."

He stared at William, his tone extremely humble.

"Most importantly, you and Dumbledore are willing to declare that you will continue to support me... as minister."

Of course, even as a puppet minister, Fudge still had his own calculations.

As long as the Dark Lord can be defeated, no one can take away his leadership prestige.

With William's endorsement, the mistakes of the past six months will be wiped clean.

Even if he turns against them again in the future, he will still be able to gain a lot of support.

Even if he doesn't get support, it's still better than being forced off the throne and forever condemned to the pillory of history.

William picked up the cup, ran two fingers along the rim, and suddenly asked:

"Fudge, do you know why Chadley's Artillery always loses?"

Fudge was stunned for several seconds, wondering why he had asked that question. Out of caution, the minister gently shook his head.

"have no idea."

William took a sip of tea to refresh himself and said:

"The team owner is the helmsman of a team. His Quidditch philosophy, his desire for the championship, his words and actions all determine the style of a team."

A team that always chickens out will never win a championship; they lack the champion's mentality, unless they change the owner!

William stared straight at Fudge and said disdainfully:

"The same principle applies to the Minister of Magic."

The impending war is a wizarding war that will sweep across Europe.

A cowardly, opportunistic minister cannot lead the people to victory in this war.

Even if the minister is merely a yes-man, he will immediately switch sides and become the enemy's yes-man when the winds turn against him.

"Just like when you came to see me today!"

You have absolutely no stance to speak of; all you care about is power and keeping your position as minister.

"And..." William placed the cup on the table, his words becoming increasingly sharp.

"War is not a dinner party, not an essay, not a painting, not an embroidery, not something to be done in a leisurely, refined, gentle and courteous manner."

War means death. It's between the two strongest powers in the British Isles, vying for supremacy and fighting to the death!

William looked at the minister, whose expression was gradually darkening, and said calmly:

"And because of you, thousands of innocent lives may die in the future.

"Tolerating mistakes is encouraging them. If I keep you as minister and remain indifferent to the wrongdoings you've committed, that would be a crime!"

William shook his head and said:

"Someone like you, who is indecisive, ignorant, and foolish, still comes to me, hoping to continue to hold the position of minister in peace?"

Bah! I have never seen such a shameless person!

Fudge looked at William in disbelief.

"So, you rejected me?"

"Yes," William said softly, "to put it bluntly, you are not worthy to be my puppet."

Fudgeon felt as if his chest was about to explode; he felt a mixture of anger, bewilderment, and resentment... all of which ultimately turned into a surge of rage.

His face turned ashen, and he roared:

"I am still a minister, I haven't stepped down yet!"

"I refuse to acknowledge that the Mystic has returned, and you and Dumbledore shouldn't think you can control the Ministry of Magic so easily!"

"Minister?" William stared intently into Fudge's eyes and said calmly.

"When I respect you, you are a minister; when I don't respect you, you are nothing!"

Fudge trembled all over. He stammered for a long time before turning around and rushing out.

A moment later, Hermione came in, locked the door, sat down on the edge of the bed, and asked:

"Are we meeting anyone else? Scrimgeour is waiting."

"I told him my injury was too serious and I needed to rest," William said.

Hermione nodded, but didn't get up. Instead, she smiled slyly:

"That's what I just told them, and that's how I sent all the wizards at the door away."

William grinned too.

Hermione looked at William's face, which showed no sign of exhaustion. She remained silent for a long time, then took off her shoes, socks, and coat, lifted the covers, and crawled into bed.

She leaned against the pillow, gently hugged William, and placed his head in her arms.

Hermione patted him gently and said, "Go to sleep. I'll keep watch for you tonight."

William let out a long breath, nestled between the soft breasts, felt the girl's heartbeat, and fell into a deep sleep.

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