Chapter 669: Shifting the blame

In this weird atmosphere, several people came to the door of Fudge's study.

Fudge put his hand on the doorknob, turned his head, and glanced at Rita, "Okay, Ms. Skeeter, you still have a chance to change your story now. If you don't find the hidden compartment in my study, you can tell me privately." Breaking into a house is not something that can be easily brushed off."

Rita felt a little guilty when she saw his vow, but she still said firmly, "Minister Fudge, you don't have to be pretentious here. The harm you caused me before is not so easy to be uncovered. You should think about it." How can you cover up this matter with your wife and subordinates for a while!"

Fudge curled his lips and snorted heavily. Seeing that the reporter still looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, he felt even more annoyed.

It must have been his injury that gave Scrimgeour an opportunity to oust him. The other party dared to use this kind of thing to climb onto the stage. It was really unforgivable!

Opening the door, a huge desk comes into view.

Fudge showed a proud expression, "Do you know this table? This was used by Merlin! The whole table is made of oak, yes! It is a whole oak! It grew like this by itself!"

"Look at this pattern!" crackling, crackling.

"Look at this streamlined shape!" crackled.

"Ah! I seem to feel the glory of magic shining on me!"

Fudge closed his eyes, as if he were a believer being baptized by the Holy Light, with a look of enjoyment and satisfaction.

The three ladies were dumbfounded, having no idea what the Minister of Magic was like in private.

Mrs. Foley coughed dryly, interrupting his chatter, "Fudge, let's solve this Ms. Skeeter's problem first!"

She was almost sick with embarrassment. Why did she support such a guy to come to power when she was blind? Although it was easy to coax, she still felt extremely embarrassed!

Minister Fudge kept smashing his mouth, feeling like he still had more to say.

Umbridge laughed dryly, feeling a little sorry for herself. How stupid could her boss be to think that this table was used by Merlin?

The only existing table left by Merlin is placed in Conference Room 1 of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. Yes, it is the legendary Round Table.

That thing is an alchemy item, with the person sitting on the main seat, able to issue a terrifying ability that is absolutely impossible to resist the government order, so it is currently in a sealed state, and few people in the entire Ministry of Magic know the existence of this table. .

Although Umbridge knew, she could not tell anyone else. After making the Unbreakable Vow, she had to be careful even when she thought about it, for fear of being discovered by the Silent Man and causing trouble for her.

Now his immediate boss actually told him that this table belonged to Merlin?

Doesn't he know that there is a plant curse called the Rapid Growth Curse?

Then he must not know that there is a magic spell that can be used in conjunction with it called the Plant Shaping Charm.

As long as you want it, not to mention the desk that Merlin used, even the auxiliary toilet that he used in his old age can grow exactly the same, and it will not take more than half a day.

"Okay, since it's your request." Fudge led everyone to the bookcase aside. Because the entire bookcase fit together with the wall, there was no feeling of squeezing space.

The bookcases are widely spaced, straight upward, and level with the ceiling, creating a feeling of uprightness and grandeur.

"This bookcase is really nice." Rita sighed in her heart, but then suppressed it, "But it doesn't change the fact that this hateful old pervert imprisoned me!"

Minister Fudge began to talk about how rare his bookcase was, how old it was, and how rare the color scheme was.

The three women all wanted to kick him to shut up.

A new bookcase produced less than ten years ago has the historical value of an eggplant!

"Look, how could I attack such a perfect historical relic? No matter how hard you think, you can't create a hiding space here, right?" Fudge said proudly, as if he had been greatly wronged, " You're really giving me a hard time like this, Ms. Skeeter."

Mrs. Foley stood aside with her arms folded across her chest, the wand in her hand tapping in the air, as if she was about to cast a spell at any time.

Umbridge thought for a moment, took out her wand, lowered her hands to her belly, and blocked the doorway.

Rita Skeeter did not observe the thoughts of the two women. She looked directly at the bookcase.

Out of instinctive fear, she had just woken up and fled the study as quickly as possible. When she saw the bookcase again, her legs and feet were still a little weak, and her back was cold.

"Ms. Skeeter." Mrs. Fudge's voice sounded, "Since you think it was my husband who imprisoned you, please point out which cell he imprisoned you in, so that we can determine whether there is anything so-called innocent." The trace stretching spell exists."

What she said seemed to make sense, but Rita scoffed.

Since I am a victim, shouldn't you invite professional Aurors to come over and look for that possible space?

I don’t think the less people know about this, the better. It would be better if I, the victim, don’t even exist.

Rita would not be defeated by this kind of thing, she carefully observed the inner wall of each bookcase.

Having been imprisoned for several months, she was so familiar with that small space that she could clearly see almost every board pattern.

Want to confuse her with quantity?

Give me a break!

Don’t you know that even the same tree has different wood grains in different locations? !

What's more, this is a wooden board. For splicing and aesthetic purposes, the internal texture of the board is even more different. Rita, who has a pair of sharp eyes, feels that she can definitely find the grid where she is imprisoned!

As time passed, Mrs. Fudge covered her mouth, turned her head, and yawned secretly.

She had been busy with Fudge's hospitalization. Although house elves were certainly better suited to handle chores than they were, wizards didn't care how capable they were. They would only look at those ugly little guys with disgust, thinking about this. What ignorant pure-blood family actually allowed a house elf to appear in front of people.

To put it simply, she was tired, very, very tired. When she got home, she had to face the breaking news that her husband had imprisoned a witch.

Mrs. Fudge felt that she might be too kind.

In a corner that few people noticed, the book fairy Eve revealed her little head.

Being smart, she already knew that these people were looking for the place where the woman was imprisoned before. She was a little panicked. If the woman couldn't find the place where she was imprisoned, would it mean that the blame-shifting operation had failed? !

Doesn't that mean...his first revenge plan was completely ruined? !

The book elf had a serious face, and he was very seriously considering how to remedy the situation so that Fudge could take over the big pot.