Chapter 204 Is that right? Sad face.

"This is a political issue. It was Barty Crouch who sentenced Sirius Black. If it was someone else, I could easily help... Mr. Black overturn the verdict, but Barty Crouch was my competitor for the ministerial position, but he failed."

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

Kaysen rolled his eyes at them helplessly, thinking that they didn't know this, and he would definitely laugh at them after Fudge left.

Then he still lowered his head and picked his fingers, but his ears stood up early, waiting for Fudge to say something.

"So what does this mean?" In the end, Ron asked directly.

"What?" Fudge looked at Ron.

"Why can't you help overturn the case of Sirius, which was decided by Barty Crouch?"

"Because I competed with him for the position of Minister before, and he lost to me once. If I bring up his previous mistakes now, then I will give people the impression that I am vindictive and relentless, which is not conducive to my re-election." Fudge explained.

Everyone in the office at least believed this reason, except Ron, who still acted as a mouthpiece for everyone present: "But you put the Dementors into Hogwarts and had an arm cut off. In this way... you can't be re-elected anyway, right?"

Fowley's expression was a little embarrassed, and after a long time he spoke: "I see your red hair... Are you from the Weasley family? Arthur Weasley's son?"

Ron was about to answer, but Kaysen kicked him implicitly, which finally pulled him out of the flow of chasing Fudge and realizing that his father still had to work under him.

Then he thought of a solution: "I am the child of the Decuer family, Rosen Decuer."

Kaysen was a little confused. Why had he never heard of the surname Decuer in Hogwarts?

In fact, it would be strange if he had heard of it. Decuer was a promotion rival of Ron's father, Arthur Weasley... and they didn't have any children yet.

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

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

Hiss...............

Poor Mr. Decuer.

The loving couple Dekuer in the Ministry of Magic didn't know that their reputation had been ruined, and the culprit Mr. Ron hid in the dark, hiding his merits and fame, and began to laugh.

He had already enjoyed his father's promotion and salary increase, and lifted him up to his head, kicking Percy and punching the twins. Bill and Charlie were not worth mentioning at all, and Ginny...

Ginny was gone, 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 under Ron's pursuit, he also took out his own sinister little tricks.

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

In the corner, Kaisen curled his lips helplessly: "I see that the magic world in England is going to die!"

The limited version of Kaisen is the fourth master Kai.

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 his shoulders. After all, for him, it was nothing more than being a dog for a few more years, staying in Kaysen's office for a few more years, and waiting for Fudge to step down before asking the next Minister of Magic to help.

But Kaysen was different. It took great courage to live under the same roof with a man who looked like a dog. After all, this was England.

And he was still waiting to put a sign at the door of his office saying Sirius and dogs were not allowed to enter. He couldn't wait for several years.

Soon his smart brain started to work: "Why don't we just do Fudge here, so that we don't have to wait for a few years for Fudge to step down, just 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 one of his arms, objectively speaking, he still admired this kind of behavior of not fearing power for the safety of the little wizard's life, after all, he was young.

But such a person proposed to kill himself here openly, is this right?

What's even more fucked up is that Dumbledore did not refuse at the first time, but drooped his eyelids as if he was thinking.

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

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

"Then the re-election of the minister..." Fudge asked.

Dumbledore drooped his eyelids. He didn't want to refuse, but he remembered the chat with Lucius Malfoy yesterday.

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

Since Malfoy has a premonition that the magic world will soon be in turmoil, combined with the series of troubles since Harry entered school, it can be foreseen that the future is probably really not peaceful.

He still remembers a sentence Grindelwald gave 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 magic world, such as war, the Minister of Magic will automatically be re-elected?" Dumbledore said.

"There is such a rule, but it is more likely that I will be driven out by the masses, and then they will replace a more radical minister. After all, this so-called re-election system has not been used many times." Fudge said with a bitter face.

"It's very simple, wouldn't it be better if you become radical?"

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

Dumbledore smiled but said nothing.

Fudge looked as if he had been refuted: "I need to find this crisis myself...right?"