A piece of news hit the front page of the Daily Prophet - Peter Pettigrew had escaped from prison.
In less than half a day, the newspaper was sold out.
The wizards' doubts about the abilities of Azkaban's guards have reached their peak.
At the same time, the Ministry of Magic, which had regained some reputation due to the Sirius case, once again became the target of public criticism.
Roaring letters of complaint once again filled the Minister of Magic's room.
"Asshole! What are you losers doing?! Why did such a big living person run away without a wand?" Fudge was furious in the office, and his angry roar could be heard even downstairs. , the Ministry of Magic official in charge of Azkaban standing in front of him was so frightened by Fudge's appearance that he shivered.
Facts have proved that Fudge is really a piece of mud that cannot be used to hold up the wall. No, not even as good as mud.
Even though Sirius had escaped from Azkaban not long ago under the eyes of the dementors, he still asked his men to throw Peter to Azkaban and hand him over to the dementors to guard him.
He devoted all his energy to the show. He published seven or eight issues of "The Personal Biography of Fudge, the Wise Minister of Magic and Magic" in a row.
Personal desires are satisfied.
But now as soon as Peter escapes, he instantly returns to before liberation.
"Quickly. Take me to Mr. Dursley!"
After venting his anger, he waved his incompetent subordinates to leave. Fudge shouted to his new secretary. The previous secretary was fired by Fudge because he was too stupid (he walked into the office with his left foot first). The current secretary is obviously much smarter. .
Within two minutes of Fudge giving the order, Dudley's location was immediately found and the itinerary was arranged for Fudge.
He is accompanying Fudge.
In the past, Fudge might have consulted Dumbledore or other pure-blood wizards for advice.
Now what Dumbledore, what pure blood wizard.
He only trusts Dursley now!
Only Mr. Dursley could save him in this situation.
When Fudge and his men rushed to No. 4 Privet Drive, Dudley was enjoying a rare holiday with his family and holding a BBQ in his garden.
"Mr. Dursley."
Fudge kept wiping the sweat from his forehead and shouted anxiously to Dudley.
Dudley glanced at Harry and Hermione, and then walked towards Fudge.
In a daze, Fudge seemed to see Snape in the crowd, but he had no time to think about it. He just wanted to find a solution to the problem from Dudley.
"It's about Peter, Mr. Fudge."
The news of Peter's escape from prison was so big that almost most wizards knew about it.
Dudley spoke slowly, snapping his fingers, and a seat made of woven rattan rose up behind Fudge.
"Sit down and talk slowly, try this."
As he spoke, he handed Fudge a classical glass filled with 80% ice cubes and filled it with about one-half of the brown liquid.
"Ahem."
Fudge thought it was some kind of drink, so he took a big sip and was choked with coughs.
Compared to the popular butterbeer in the wizarding world, this drink is significantly stronger than the standard.
Dudley shook his head slightly, picked up a glass of the same style, and took a sip. The unique and fragrant aroma of Scotch whiskey surrounded his lips and teeth.
"I don't want my family to be disturbed, Mr. Minister."
"The Ministry of Magic's actions have been a bit big recently."
Dudley meant something else in his words.
The seemingly irrelevant words made Fudge feel a chill in his heart.
Does he know?
After seeing Dudley's eyes, he was convinced of this, he must have known it.
"Don't worry, those are just squibs and will not cause any trouble to you and your family. We are doing this for better protection. Harry, isn't it? Harry Potter is an important savior."
Many residents near Privet Drive have moved away one after another, and at the same time many Squibs have been placed here.
It can be said that except for the Grangers and the Dursleys, all the other residents in the street are squibs.
These are all arrangements by the Ministry of Magic, or to be precise, Fudge.
In fact, this is easy to understand. It is precisely because Fudge believes in Dudley that he wants to completely control him.
"Thank you for your trouble."
Dudley just nodded and didn't dwell too much on this issue.
"Minister Fudge, actually this is not a bad thing."
Fudge was stunned when he heard Dudley's words? Looking at him suspiciously.
Was Peter's escape a good thing? Are you afraid that you are trying to trick me?
I don't read much, but I graduated from Hogwarts seriously.
Dudley was not surprised to see Fudge's expression, and continued: "Just think about it, you are the Minister of Magic."
"Your time is very valuable and you won't do everything yourself. Things like locking up the criminal Peter should be the responsibility of other officials."
Fudge nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Makes sense.
He is the Minister of Magic, so he has no time to care about such trivial matters.
"So it's not your problem, it's their incompetence and it's important to be clear about that."
In other words, throw the blame away, or to put it more clearly, find someone to take the blame.
Of course it's not enough to just throw the blame away.
"You also need to take the initiative to apologize to the wizards."
Shift the blame + bow and apologize, put on a show, and create a responsible persona.
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"
After listening to Dudley's detailed explanation, Fudge praised him repeatedly.
Why couldn't he think of it himself?
Dudley resolved his biggest crisis in a few words, and Fudge's evaluation of Dudley rose to a new level.
Such excellent talents must be firmly in my hands.
Dudley's plan didn't end here, just listen to what he continued.
"Minister Fudge, if I remember correctly, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is responsible for the work of Azkaban, right?"
"Yes." Fudge nodded.
"As the former Director of the Department, Mr. Barty Crouch Sr. has always had a bad relationship with you. I remember that he was a strong competitor when you became Minister of Magic."
"That's right."
Fudge continued to nod, then he was stunned for a moment and asked tentatively: "What do you mean?"
"I think he is to blame for Peter's escape from Azkaban."
"And if I remember correctly, his son Barty Crouch Jr. is a Death Eater."
"That's right."
"If he can teach the son of a Death Eater, then there must be something wrong with his own thinking."
Dudley showed two rows of teeth as white as hydraulic machines, looked at Fudge and said leisurely: "Don't you think some senior officials in the Ministry of Magic have been in office for too long? Even longer than you, the wise and powerful Minister of Magic. long"
"This is not good, very bad. If they violate your orders, they will not be able to effectively upload and issue them."
Dudley's words brought back many bad memories for Fudge. On the surface, he was the Minister of Magic, a man at the pinnacle of power in England.
In fact, there are many officials throughout the Ministry of Magic who are doing one thing to him openly and behind the scenes.
"Minister Fudge. What do you think?"
"Mr. Dursley, I think you are right!"
(End of chapter)
