Chapter 423 Are You Going To Use This To Test Cadres?

Blake couldn't help but touch his thick hair.

"You can rest assured that I'm probably unlikely to go bald."

"If it falls off, I can make it grow back."

Old Lepp didn't say anything, just smiled and sent Blake out.

"Sleeping is a kind of enjoyment, just like food."

"If you don't sleep, I still have to sleep.

"Don't even look at what time it is. Old people have less sleep."

"You can come and talk to me during the day about these matters. If not, you can send a letter."

"It's already three or four o'clock in the morning to come to me. It's really terrible..."

Old Rip babbled and pushed Blake out of the room.

"Good night, Master Blake."

"bump!"

The wooden door closed, almost touching the tip of Blake's nose.

"Ah..." Blake raised his hand and put it down helplessly after a moment.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault."

Unknowingly, he also made the same mistake as his dog boss in his previous life.

It's really annoying to come looking for someone in the middle of the night.

Blake turned around, and a dimensional door suddenly appeared behind him...

"Good night, old Rip." Blake said, taking a step inside.

Ministry of Magic.

Minister's Office.

"No need to look for it! Sirius and Peter are definitely in Dumbledore's hands!"

Fudge said with anger on his face.

"If the person is no longer in his hands, he will never plan for the Supreme Court to hold a trial in a big way! He even set a date for the trial!"

"Bring back the Aurors and Strikers!"

Fudge waved his hand.

Kingsley nodded, turned and left the minister's office.

Delis pursed his lips uneasily and asked hesitantly: "Minister, Shafiq wants to know the progress of the matter..."

When Fudge heard the surname Shafiq, he immediately raised his head and raised his head.

I originally thought that I could sell Sirius at a good price.

But now something went wrong.

If Sirius couldn't catch it, then Shafiq's promise would be impossible to fulfill.

And you will end up in a lose-lose situation where you will offend Dumbledore and get no benefits at the same time!

"Don't worry about him!" Fudge said angrily, "He has the ability to go to Dumbledore and ask for help!"

Who has the ability to find the person Dumbledore has hidden?

When the James family was found, it was because there was a traitor.

Now, Sirius and Peter are so important.

Fudge even suspected that Dumbledore had placed the Fidelity Charm on their hiding place again.

What else are you looking for?

Once the trial court opens, those two people will be present.

Given the solid evidence, there is basically no suspense in this case...

Even if he presides over the trial, the Wizengamot jury will not side with him.

"My mastery of the Wizengamot is still not enough..."

Fudge sat slumped in his chair.

In fact, he already regretted falling out with Bullido so quickly.

If he had to wait another two years to let his forces penetrate into the Wizengamot,

However, it's a bit late to say anything now.

Fudge quickly perked up again.

Because behind him now, there is still Grindelwald.

With Grindelwald around, it was only a matter of time before he infiltrated the Wizengamot.

And it penetrates faster than when mixing with Dumbledore!

Thinking of this, Fudge felt a little better.

As for what happened this time

Fudge was ready to admit defeat.

Suddenly, Fudge suddenly stood up from his chair.

"Duluth, when did Dumbledore say the trial would be held?"

"Mr. Minister, if I remember correctly, September 20th." Delis answered cautiously.

"Okay... This matter is not over yet. We still have a chance." Fudge raised his hand, "Delix, go and call Scrimgeour. I have something to tell him."

Rufus Scrimgeour, head of the Auror Office.

He is responsible for all Aurors and Strikers in the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, I also take orders from him, the Minister of Magic.

"Okay, Mr. Minister." Delis walked out of the minister's office quickly.

Fudge slowly sat back in his chair.

"As long as...the plaintiff and the defendant are no longer here, then there is no need to hold this trial..."

Fudge murmured to himself, his small eyes flashing sinisterly under the light of the fire.

Blake stood in the Room of Requirement, looking at the magical plants all over the mountains and fields, and couldn't help but scratch his head.

He originally wanted to sort out these magical plants tonight.

He looked at his pocket watch and saw that it was already three-thirty in the morning...

"Forget it, Old Lepp is right, sleep is also a kind of enjoyment."

"Sleep when you should, why am I curling up like this..."

After deciding to be lazy, Blake stretched and walked to the wooden house next to him.

".々What class is tomorrow...herbal medicine class? Well...how about I ask for leave? Professor Sprout will definitely agree."

Blake murmured to himself and opened the door.

Then his eyes widened.

"Uh...you...why are you here!" Blake asked in shock.

In the wooden house, Cassandra was wearing loose pajamas, curled up on Blake's comfortable sofa like a Persian cat.

"Well... you're finally back." Cassandra rubbed her fluffy sleepy eyes and looked at Blake, "I knew you would come back here."

Hearing Cassandra's lazy voice, Blake swallowed hard.

"Now...I'm warning you, don't challenge my weakness!"

"Weakness? What is your weakness?"

Cassandra stretched lazily, blinked her big green eyes and asked curiously.

When she stretched her body, a piece of white flowers (Zhao Qianhao) was exposed, which made Blake a little overwhelmed.

"What are you waiting for me for?" Blake asked.

"Well... I originally wanted to wait for you to chat, but it's so late now... Forget it, I'd better go back."

Cassandra jumped off the couch.

As he said that, he was about to open the dimensional door and go back.

Blake grabbed her little hand with the ring on it and wanted to draw circles.

.......You...are you going back now? Are you going to use this to test the cadres?"

Blake is on fire right now.

Cassandra touched Blake's face with a smile, "What? You still want to eat me?"

"The atmosphere has been heightened to this point, do you think it's appropriate to run away now?"

"What do you want?"

"Didn't you just say that? Although it's a bit late now, it's not impossible to have a chat..."

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ps: It’s really just chatting with your mouth, really...