Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

Please forgive me for not being good at saying blessings, but you should all be able to feel my blessings for you.

And finally, Lao Xing would like to wish everyone a happy new year. Ahem, if you have red envelopes, gifts, etc., you can give them to Lao Xing!!!

Not too much.

Chapter 204 Is that right? Sad face.

"This is a political issue. It was Barty Crouch who sentenced Sirius Black. If it was anyone else, I could easily help... Mr. Black overturn the verdict. However, Barty Crouch was a candidate for minister with me back then, and he failed."

"So what does this mean?" Harry asked Sirius in a low voice. Sirius rolled his eyes and looked at Kaisen again: "So what does this mean."

Kaisen gave them a helpless look, thinking that they didn't even know this. He would definitely laugh at them after Fudge left.

Then he still lowered his head and picked at his fingers, but his ears had already pricked up, waiting for Fudge to say something.

"So what does this mean?" Ron finally asked bluntly.

"What?" Fudge looked at Ron.

"Why can't you help overturn Sirius's case when it was Barty Crouch who made the verdict?"

"Because I competed with him for the ministerial position before, and he lost to me once. If I bring up his past mistakes again, it will give people the impression that I am vindictive and relentless, which will be detrimental to my re-election," Fudge explained.

Everyone in the office at least believed this reason, except Ron, who continued to speak for everyone present: "But you put the Dementors into Hogwarts and had an arm chopped off. So... you can't be re-elected anyway, right?"

Fudge's expression was a little awkward, and after a long while he finally spoke: "I see your red hair...are you a Weasley? Arthur Weasley's son?"

Ron was about to answer when Kaisen gave him a subtle kick, which finally pulled him out of his mind of chasing Fudge and hacking him, and made him realize that his father still had to work for him.

Then he thought quickly: "I am a child of the Dekuer family, Rosen Dekuer."

Kaisen was a little confused. Why had he never heard of the name Dekuer in Hogwarts?

In fact, it was strange that he had heard of it, as Decub was a rival for promotion to a higher rank of Ron's father, Arthur Weasley...who didn't have any children at the moment.

"Oh... yes, thank you for reminding me Mr. Decuir. I have to say that you don't look much like your father... wait..." Fudge paused and glanced at Ron's red hair. Of course he knew Decuir, but he had never paid attention to whether he had children. After all, he was the Minister of Magic, not the Director of Intelligence.

However, he still knew about Mrs. Decuer, because Mrs. Decuer was also an employee of the Ministry of Magic, and when they were working as clerks at the grassroots level, they happened to be in the same group with Arthur Weasley.

hiss...............

Poor Mr. Decourt.

The loving Dekure couple who were far away in the Ministry of Magic had no idea that their reputation had been ruined, while the culprit, Mr. Ron, hid in the dark, concealing his merits and fame, and began to grin grimly.

He had already enjoyed watching his father lift him high above his head after getting a promotion and a raise, kicking Percy and punching the twins. Bill and Charlie were not worth mentioning at all, and Ginny...

But Ginny couldn't, she was still the little princess of the Weasley family.

Unlike Ron's daydreams, the atmosphere in the office was still weird. Although Fudge finally agreed to Dumbledore's request after being chased and attacked by Ron, he also came up with his own sinister little trick in return.

"I want you to help me get re-elected as the next Minister of Magic." Fudge looked at Dumbledore seriously.

Kaisen in the corner curled his lips helplessly: "It seems to me that the English wizarding world is about to perish!"

The limited edition of Kaisen belongs to Master Kai Si.

Fudge's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he finally stood up awkwardly: "Of course this is just a business, you have the right to refuse." He stood up and was about to leave.

Sirius shrugged. After all, for him it was just a matter of being a dog for a few more years, staying in Kaysen's office for a few more years, and then asking the next Minister of Magic for help after Fudge stepped down.

But Kaisen is different. It takes great courage to live under the same roof with a man who looks like a dog but is actually a grown man. After all, this is England.

Besides, he was still waiting to put up a "Sirius and Dogs Not Allowed" sign on his office door, and he couldn't wait years.

Soon his clever brain started working: "Why don't we just kill Fudge here? This way we don't have to wait for several years for Fudge to step down. We can just wait a few days." Fudge, who was pretending to leave, turned around and looked at Kaysen in a daze.

After all, although this man with thick eyebrows and big eyes cut off his own arm, objectively speaking, he still admired this behavior of not fearing power for the safety of the little wizard's life. After all, he was young once.

But such a person is openly proposing to get rid of himself here. Is this right?

What's even more ridiculous is that Dumbledore didn't refuse immediately, but instead kept his eyelids drooped as if he was in deep thought.

"........................I need time." He finally said helplessly.

"That's right, I knew you would be our most sincere friend." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"What about the re-election of Minister..." Fudge asked.

Dumbledore lowered his eyelids. It wasn't that he wanted to refuse, but he remembered his conversation with Lucius Malfoy yesterday.

Lucius Malfoy is definitely the most senior Death Eater, and he maintains contact with most of the Death Eaters, including those in Azkaban. Moreover, in this situation, intuitively speaking, there is no one in the entire wizarding world who is more talented than his Malfoy family.

Since Malfoy has a premonition that the wizarding world is about to become unstable, combined with the series of bad things that have happened since Harry entered school, it is foreseeable that the future will indeed be unstable.

He still remembered the prophecy Grindelwald had given him before.

He only said one word at the time: the storm is coming.

"I remember that the Ministry of Magic has a rule that when there is a major crisis in the wizarding world, such as during war, the Minister of Magic will be automatically re-elected?" said Dumbledore.

"There is such a rule, but the greater possibility is that I will be driven out by the masses, and then they will replace me with a more radical minister. After all, this so-called re-election system has only been used a few times." Fudge said with a bitter face.

"That's easy, isn't it? Just become radical."

"That's easy, but where can I find a war for the wizarding world?"

Dumbledore smiled and said nothing.

Fudge's face looked grim, as if he had been refuted. "I need to find this crisis myself...right?"

Chapter 205 Dumbledore's Tactics

Dumbledore continued to smile without saying anything. No, he did say something: "The storm is brewing... If you want to escape, it is safer to resign. If you want to continue to be elected, that is another matter."

Fudge's face turned blue and red. He was struggling with his conscience for a long time. In the end, the desire as a politician overcame the desire to survive as a human being.

“I’m not going to quit.”

"Congratulations, Mr. Minister... and... be prepared." Dumbledore smiled.

"If you could tell me what war is," Fudge said dryly.

"You'll find out one day."

As Fudge left, Sirius gradually began the so-called countdown to restore his reputation. Next was a simple Wizengamot vote, which was still very simple.

"Well Sirius and the children, perhaps you could move somewhere else," said Dumbledore.

Sirius looked at Kaisen, who shrugged and said, "The office door is unlocked. Go ahead, but remember to lock the door after you go in. Some young wizards will come to talk to me."

Soon there were only three people left in the office: Kaysen, Dumbledore, and Peter Pettigrew, who was lying on the ground still unable to move.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and Peter Pettigrew became stiff as a mummy. Then a tall cabinet not far away was opened, and another mummy floated out.

Well, it’s not the mummy, but the old acquaintance Karkaroff.

After throwing Peter Pettigrew into the cabinet, he removed the binding spell on Karkaroff.

"I'm still curious, why did you come to Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"I really just..."

Before Karkaroff could finish, Dumbledore ruthlessly interrupted him. He glanced at Kaisen, who pointed at himself awkwardly and said, "I don't look like I'm good at torture, do I? Besides, don't you know how to extract memories from people?"

Dumbledore opened one eye and glanced at Kaisen: "Pure fighting."

“...Alright.”

Blocks and redstone appeared in Kaisen's hands, and soon an end candle was stuck on a sticky piston, followed by a simple high-frequency device that made the end candle move back and forth quickly.

"What is this thing for?" asked Dumbledore.

"Just put Karkaroff in a fixed position in this machine..."

"Woo woo woo!!!" Karkaroff, who was pretending to be dead, actually broke free from Dumbledore's control with great perseverance. Although only his mouth was broken, it still gave people a great shock.

Mainly because the sound Karkaroff makes is so weird.

"May I tell you now?" Dumbledore smiled.

"Why torture me when you could have just extracted my memory or used Legilimency!" Karkaroff roared.

"Because I need your help, your sincere help," said Dumbledore.

"How do you want me to help you?"

"Do you remember your master? Voldemort, Tom Riddle." Dumbledore's voice at this moment was like a devil.

"He...I...he's going to kill me."

"Kaysen, what position do you need?"

"I...you know it's impossible. The Dark Lord can see it!"

"You have only to say yes or no," Dumbledore said simply.

Karkaroff looked at the End Candle, which was moving frantically with the piston, and then looked at Dumbledore.

"Pull me up."

Dumbledore released the restraints on him and held out his hand to him.

"You made the right decision. I think we need an unbreakable vow."

Karkaroff gritted his teeth: "Hehe..."

"Kasen, you be the witness... Forget it, go get Severus."

When Karkaroff heard Severus' name, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he quickly realized that whether Severus was an undercover agent over there had nothing to do with him, and he didn't need to know so much.

It’s enough to be able to survive, at least for now.

Soon Kaisen brought Snape to the office, and then the latter saw Karkaroff, who looked a little embarrassed. Karkaroff was praying to Merlin in his heart, praying that Snape must be on Dumbledore's side, otherwise he would be dragged out to be sacrificed on the first day the Dark Lord returned?

But soon he had no time to think about all these trivial things. As Dumbledore and Karkaroff held hands tightly together, a lot of unequal agreements from Dumbledore's mouth and Snape's wand turned into threads of light that wrapped around their arms.

Karkaroff could only hope that he would be able to pull out his wand and kill himself before Voldemort could kill him.

As Karkaroff was released, Kaisen asked curiously, "Does this unbreakable oath really work? I'm not questioning the oath, but there are still many logical loopholes in what you just said. I reminded you of it, but you didn't care."

Dumbledore pulled a wet towel from his desk and wiped his hands. "I never intended for him to actually help me with anything. He was just a tool to interfere with Tom's command and judgment. When necessary, I could use his life and false memories to command Voldemort, and by the way, let Severus gain Tom's trust."

"........You have a very dirty heart. Does Grindelwald know?"