Fudge's face was a little uncertain. He was a little concerned about the people behind Dudley, namely the Carrow family, Dudley's die-hard supporters.
Even though the Carrow family is usually relatively quiet, it is actually more difficult to deal with than the Malfoy family.
If it hadn't been for a few idiots, the mysterious man would have been dealt a big blow when he fell. In addition, the previous head of the Carlo family was a loser and lost a lot of property due to poor management.
Even so, he is still as big a family as Malfoy.
In fact, there is no one behind Dudley but himself.
"Minister, Potter"
Fudge gritted his teeth and said, "If you offend the Carrow family, you can offend the Carrow family. Harry is the most important thing now."
"Dursley, I say it again, Potter must come with us today, even if it is with force."
The Aurors understood Fudge's words this time, looked at each other, and slowly raised their wands to point at Dudley and the others, but they just happened to ignore Draco.
"You have five seconds to consider the consequences."
Dudley said calmly, he was still sitting in his seat, motionless.
Five seconds passed, and the magic spell that came from nowhere hit the Aurors' wrists with such precision that their wands flew out before they even had time to react.
"Minister, be careful, there are enemies!"
"It could be Sirius!"
The Ministry of Magic staff member who was following Fudge screamed, and the sound frightened Fudge so much that he hid under the table, and then he hid in too.
The other Aurors immediately became nervous and hurriedly picked up the wands that had fallen on the ground. They picked up the wrong wands because of their nervousness and made a mess.
'Trash. Worse than the iron thorns I planted outside my yard'
Dudley looked at these clown-like members of the Ministry of Magic with disdain.
'Aurors are not the Aurors they used to be. '
The elite among wizards? Maybe
It has only been 13 years since the First Wizarding War and the fall of that one. The truly outstanding Aurors either died in the confrontation with Voldemort and Death Eaters, or like the Longbottoms, they could only stay in St. Mungo's. In the hospital.
Moody was one of the few remaining Aurors from that battle, but even so, he was covered in wounds and almost no parts were intact.
Who are the remaining Aurors in the Ministry of Magic?
What level can the apprentices they teach reach?
"There are no enemies." Dudley said calmly, tapping the dining table with his fingertips: "I hate it when people point their wands at me. It was just a small punishment, and there will be no next time."
As Dudley finished speaking, two figures appeared behind Dudley, like the villains in fairy tales, an old witch with a big gutter nose and a bald old wizard with a serious expression.
Those were Pipilu and Lu Xixi.
The powerful aura exuded by the two men made the Aurors afraid to act rashly.
Knock out several Auror wands with just one spell, if you want to attack them
The young Aurors all gulped.
Seeing that it was not Sirius, but that he was really fine, Fudge tremblingly got out from under the table. First, he glared at the Ministry of Magic staff who were talking nonsense, and then stared at the two old wizards: "They Who is he?"
"The butler here."
Dudley said casually, his tone still indifferent.
"They just attacked the Aurors."
Fudge's body was still trembling slightly, his spirit obviously hadn't recovered yet, and his attitude was no longer as tough as before.
He regretted not asking Rufus Scrimgeour to tag along, one of the few capable wizards in the Ministry of Magic.
Then Fudge saw Dudley's sapphire eyes, and felt that those eyes seemed to be able to see through his own heart, full of teasing.
Then he heard Dudley say something like describing a small thing.
"Shocked, a senior official from the Ministry of Magic actually let Aurors point wands at underage wizards, including the wizarding hero Harry Potter. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morals? I think the Daily Prophet will like it very much. This news."
Dudley took out a crystal ball, put it in his hand and started to play with it.
Following Dudley's remarks, especially when he saw the crystal ball in Dudley's hand, Fudge's eyelids jumped wildly, and his face full of folds and wrinkles was filled with deep sorrow.
That kind of crystal ball can record images, just like a Muggle camera.
If this news is released, the complaints letters he receives will be piled up throughout the Ministry of Magic, and his approval rating will fall to the bottom.
Then he's finished.
"Mr. Dursley, you can't do this."
Although Fudge didn't have much ability, he still had a strong ability to adapt to the changing circumstances, and his attitude immediately softened.
"I also think this is not good for Mr. Fudge, so I think we should talk and resolve the misunderstanding."
"Yes, yes, it's all misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding, Mr. Dursley, you are right." Fudge kept wiping his sweat. He had completely lost the majestic appearance of the Minister of Magic just now, and kept pecking at rice like a chicken. nod.
The best way to deal with a mediocre person like Fudge is to pinch his throat and control the rhythm in your own hands.
Dudley and Fudge chatted alone for a while. When they came out, Fudge felt like he had been fished out of water, soaked to the skin.
"Mr. Dursley, it's getting late. I think I should leave without disturbing your rest."
Fudge's attitude made a 180-degree turn, and he never mentioned taking Harry away or attacking the Aurors.
Even when he first became Minister of Magic and consulted Dumbledore, he was not so respectful.
The Aurors looked at each other, not knowing what to say, and of course they didn't dare to say anything.
"If you go slowly, I won't send you away."
"Have a good rest, have a good rest."
When Fudge was leaving, Dudley suddenly said: "I suddenly remembered something. In addition to magpies, I also heard crows calling this morning."
"Mr. Dursley, your environment is really nice."
Fudge still didn't understand the meaning behind it, so he complimented stupidly.
After a few people left, Dudley said to Draco on the side.
"Draco, the eldest son of the Wilkes family, Victor Wilkes, doesn't he want to follow his father's footsteps and work in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic?"
"Tell him it's been arranged."
"There is also Dormam Gargson of the Gargson family. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement welcomes him to take up his post."
"Tell Eric Strange that the Department of Magical Games and Sports is a good place to be."
These are Slytherins who have graduated in the past two years and have not found a suitable job.
Of course, Dudley didn't pay anything, but compared to what he gained, he only paid a few hundred million galleons.
The great sage Xun Geer once said: "Carrots and sticks never go out of style."
So it's nice to have a mediocre Minister of Magic in a sense.
(End of chapter)
