Chapter 144 Big Trouble at the Ministry of Magic
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 144 Big Trouble at the Ministry of Magic
In the deserted Leaky Cauldron, the greetings of Amosta and the Minister of Magic were extremely ear-piercing. Almost everyone, including the group of guys by the corner, was looking at this side. Amosta didn't want that. Everyone knew about this, and he glanced at Tom, the bar owner next to him, but was surprised to find that the hunchbacked picky boss didn't seem to have the unexpected expression he expected.
"Oh, Mr. Blaine, I have a good relationship with Hagrid, and I heard him mention it twice—" Tom, who was very discerning, lowered his head and said with downcast eyebrows.
Amosta pursed her lips, and ten thousand beasts rushed past her heart.
"Oh, a humble young man who likes to be low-key—" Fudge saw all this in his eyes, and said with a smile, "but I think it's not a bad thing to be famous sometimes."
"I just hope that my conversation with you will not be overheard by some unknown guys—" Amosta said with a smile, and then pushed open the wooden door of the compartment next to him, "I don't know if I can have the honor to invite you Have a drink?"
Fudge hesitated for a moment, then nodded,
"Then I'll take the opportunity to deal with it. You can't imagine that I haven't had a good meal for a few days. Tom, the kid is still waiting for me up there. Take care of him for me first."
When he entered the private environment, Fudge's chubby expression was not so relaxed. Even without careful analysis, he could still see the melancholy and bewilderment in the heart of the current leader of the Ministry of Magic.
Amosta sipped the liqueur in his glass, stared at the candlestick on the wall with interest, and waited quietly for Fudge to finish dealing with the piece of buttered bread in his hand.
"I want to thank you, Amostar—"
Fudge picked up the wine glass, and before Amosta could respond, he drank the rum in two sips, took the opportunity to clear the food in his mouth, took a long breath, smiled tiredly,
"That brute left by Slytherin has given us so much publicity that the Ministers for Magic from a number of countries have personally written to me asking me to allow that basilisk to go on display abroad, oh, of course, I think they're mainly In the name of Salazar Slytherin."
A few months ago, the significance of this basilisk to Amosta was mainly because of the reward for the entrusted task, and it was okay to hand it over, but these days after experiencing the island of Avalon, Amosta felt that the original decision Some meng lang, this thing may hide some deeper secrets.
"It only works better in the hands of the Ministry of Magic, Mr Minister."
Amosta also put down his wine glass and smiled slightly,
"That poor basilisk was blinded by Dumbledore's phoenix and fell under a few spells of mine. I thought it wouldn't last long. Speaking of which, is its current condition pretty good?"
"Oh, alive and kicking, full of energy,"
Speaking of this, Fudge's fat face showed a little embarrassment,
"Actually, this beast's energy is a bit too high, and it's even more difficult to deal with than a fire dragon. Several guys from the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures are almost there. Ahem, I mean, for those invitations to overseas exhibitions, some of them I really can't handle. Ignore it, considering safety, we have invited a master who deals with magical creatures, and asked him to help tame them for a while."
Amostar nodded, wondering when he might get the basilisk back from Newt Scamander.
"Excuse me, Mr Minister—"
Neither Fudge nor Amosta planned to spend too much time in this impromptu dinner. After finding out who owns the basilisk now, after a few greetings, Amosta showed appropriate curiosity. ,
"You look very tired. Is the Ministry of Magic in trouble recently? Oh, if it involves confidentiality, you can pretend that I didn't ask!"
"Haven't you heard of it, Amosta?" Fudge raised his short eyebrows, and asked back in surprise, "Everyone already knows about this!"
"I've been in the Muggle world for a while lately, so-"
"Oh, trouble?" Fudge shook his head desperately, his whole face collapsed, "No, no, that can't be called trouble, but a 'disaster', not my own disaster, but the whole magic It doesn't matter if you talk about the disaster in the Ministry, Amosta, since I took the position of Minister of Magic, I haven't encountered such a difficult thing!"
Amosta didn't interrupt, quietly waiting for Fudge to clarify his doubts.
"Someone escaped from Azkaban!"
Amosta's eyes fluttered. Before going to Hogwarts, someone in Kacus had already hung up on the task of rescuing the Lestrange couple and the Carlo brothers and sisters.
Could it be that someone did it?Tsk tsk, that's [-] Galleons! ! !
"It's Sirius Black!"
Finally, Fudge uttered a name in a heavy, almost broken tone.
Quietly, Amosta shook his eyebrows in surprise.
"...if I misunderstood, you mean that... people called Sirius Black, the number one under You-Know-Who?"
"That's the man, Amostar," Fudge sighed one after another, "I never dreamed that this day would come..., I was the deputy director of the Department of Magical Disasters at that time, the day Black was caught, I was The first to arrive on the scene"
Amosta was not interested in listening to Fudge's memories of the past, he interrupted Fudge's self-talk, and asked in a light voice with his eyes squinted
"Then, was someone rescued, or did Blake escape by himself?"
"You're sharp, Amos." Fudge nodded approvingly, but his tone was still downcast. "Both are possible, but we think he came out on his own because... oh, I'm sorry, Amos Ta, I can't tell you that."
"Understandable--" Amosta raised his glass and saluted Fudge, smiling.
Judging from Fudge's performance, the Ministry of Magic should not have figured out how Sirius escaped from Azkaban until now, but regarding his purpose of escaping from prison, Amosta glanced at The direction where Potter's magic power exists, I have a guess in my heart.
Voldemort's top general escaped from prison to avenge his old master?
So, in other words, our savior Mr. Harry Potter's task this year is to kill Voldemort's right-hand man?
Perhaps because he realized that his dejected appearance in private might be spread by the young man opposite, Fudge tried his best to clean up his expression, and his voice returned to confidence. He looked at Amosta who was drooping in thought, confident smiled,
"Don't worry too much, Amosta, we sent all the elite of the Ministry of Magic to track down Black, and even the dementors in Azkaban are working hard on this, I think, in a few days, you will be able to Read the good news about our big win in the Daily Prophet!"
"I have confidence in you, Mr Minister."
Amosta chuckled, but he was somewhat surprised that the Ministry of Magic sent out such creatures as dementors.
This kind of creature Amosta, which makes wizards fearful, has only been seen in books, and has never been encountered in reality!
"Do you want to take the opportunity to get one back and study it?"
When opening the wooden door of the private room for Fudge, Amosta thought so with a smile on his face.
(End of this chapter)
In the deserted Leaky Cauldron, the greetings of Amosta and the Minister of Magic were extremely ear-piercing. Almost everyone, including the group of guys by the corner, was looking at this side. Amosta didn't want that. Everyone knew about this, and he glanced at Tom, the bar owner next to him, but was surprised to find that the hunchbacked picky boss didn't seem to have the unexpected expression he expected.
"Oh, Mr. Blaine, I have a good relationship with Hagrid, and I heard him mention it twice—" Tom, who was very discerning, lowered his head and said with downcast eyebrows.
Amosta pursed her lips, and ten thousand beasts rushed past her heart.
"Oh, a humble young man who likes to be low-key—" Fudge saw all this in his eyes, and said with a smile, "but I think it's not a bad thing to be famous sometimes."
"I just hope that my conversation with you will not be overheard by some unknown guys—" Amosta said with a smile, and then pushed open the wooden door of the compartment next to him, "I don't know if I can have the honor to invite you Have a drink?"
Fudge hesitated for a moment, then nodded,
"Then I'll take the opportunity to deal with it. You can't imagine that I haven't had a good meal for a few days. Tom, the kid is still waiting for me up there. Take care of him for me first."
When he entered the private environment, Fudge's chubby expression was not so relaxed. Even without careful analysis, he could still see the melancholy and bewilderment in the heart of the current leader of the Ministry of Magic.
Amosta sipped the liqueur in his glass, stared at the candlestick on the wall with interest, and waited quietly for Fudge to finish dealing with the piece of buttered bread in his hand.
"I want to thank you, Amostar—"
Fudge picked up the wine glass, and before Amosta could respond, he drank the rum in two sips, took the opportunity to clear the food in his mouth, took a long breath, smiled tiredly,
"That brute left by Slytherin has given us so much publicity that the Ministers for Magic from a number of countries have personally written to me asking me to allow that basilisk to go on display abroad, oh, of course, I think they're mainly In the name of Salazar Slytherin."
A few months ago, the significance of this basilisk to Amosta was mainly because of the reward for the entrusted task, and it was okay to hand it over, but these days after experiencing the island of Avalon, Amosta felt that the original decision Some meng lang, this thing may hide some deeper secrets.
"It only works better in the hands of the Ministry of Magic, Mr Minister."
Amosta also put down his wine glass and smiled slightly,
"That poor basilisk was blinded by Dumbledore's phoenix and fell under a few spells of mine. I thought it wouldn't last long. Speaking of which, is its current condition pretty good?"
"Oh, alive and kicking, full of energy,"
Speaking of this, Fudge's fat face showed a little embarrassment,
"Actually, this beast's energy is a bit too high, and it's even more difficult to deal with than a fire dragon. Several guys from the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures are almost there. Ahem, I mean, for those invitations to overseas exhibitions, some of them I really can't handle. Ignore it, considering safety, we have invited a master who deals with magical creatures, and asked him to help tame them for a while."
Amostar nodded, wondering when he might get the basilisk back from Newt Scamander.
"Excuse me, Mr Minister—"
Neither Fudge nor Amosta planned to spend too much time in this impromptu dinner. After finding out who owns the basilisk now, after a few greetings, Amosta showed appropriate curiosity. ,
"You look very tired. Is the Ministry of Magic in trouble recently? Oh, if it involves confidentiality, you can pretend that I didn't ask!"
"Haven't you heard of it, Amosta?" Fudge raised his short eyebrows, and asked back in surprise, "Everyone already knows about this!"
"I've been in the Muggle world for a while lately, so-"
"Oh, trouble?" Fudge shook his head desperately, his whole face collapsed, "No, no, that can't be called trouble, but a 'disaster', not my own disaster, but the whole magic It doesn't matter if you talk about the disaster in the Ministry, Amosta, since I took the position of Minister of Magic, I haven't encountered such a difficult thing!"
Amosta didn't interrupt, quietly waiting for Fudge to clarify his doubts.
"Someone escaped from Azkaban!"
Amosta's eyes fluttered. Before going to Hogwarts, someone in Kacus had already hung up on the task of rescuing the Lestrange couple and the Carlo brothers and sisters.
Could it be that someone did it?Tsk tsk, that's [-] Galleons! ! !
"It's Sirius Black!"
Finally, Fudge uttered a name in a heavy, almost broken tone.
Quietly, Amosta shook his eyebrows in surprise.
"...if I misunderstood, you mean that... people called Sirius Black, the number one under You-Know-Who?"
"That's the man, Amostar," Fudge sighed one after another, "I never dreamed that this day would come..., I was the deputy director of the Department of Magical Disasters at that time, the day Black was caught, I was The first to arrive on the scene"
Amosta was not interested in listening to Fudge's memories of the past, he interrupted Fudge's self-talk, and asked in a light voice with his eyes squinted
"Then, was someone rescued, or did Blake escape by himself?"
"You're sharp, Amos." Fudge nodded approvingly, but his tone was still downcast. "Both are possible, but we think he came out on his own because... oh, I'm sorry, Amos Ta, I can't tell you that."
"Understandable--" Amosta raised his glass and saluted Fudge, smiling.
Judging from Fudge's performance, the Ministry of Magic should not have figured out how Sirius escaped from Azkaban until now, but regarding his purpose of escaping from prison, Amosta glanced at The direction where Potter's magic power exists, I have a guess in my heart.
Voldemort's top general escaped from prison to avenge his old master?
So, in other words, our savior Mr. Harry Potter's task this year is to kill Voldemort's right-hand man?
Perhaps because he realized that his dejected appearance in private might be spread by the young man opposite, Fudge tried his best to clean up his expression, and his voice returned to confidence. He looked at Amosta who was drooping in thought, confident smiled,
"Don't worry too much, Amosta, we sent all the elite of the Ministry of Magic to track down Black, and even the dementors in Azkaban are working hard on this, I think, in a few days, you will be able to Read the good news about our big win in the Daily Prophet!"
"I have confidence in you, Mr Minister."
Amosta chuckled, but he was somewhat surprised that the Ministry of Magic sent out such creatures as dementors.
This kind of creature Amosta, which makes wizards fearful, has only been seen in books, and has never been encountered in reality!
"Do you want to take the opportunity to get one back and study it?"
When opening the wooden door of the private room for Fudge, Amosta thought so with a smile on his face.
(End of this chapter)
