Chapter 437 Fudge’s little trick
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Fudge, who thought he had regained a victory, could hardly wait. If Tweel hadn't been here, he would have wanted Percy to capture the British Prime Minister who was still attending the event outside!
Unfortunately, this is not allowed by the confidentiality law. Except for extremely urgent matters, Fudge would also need to communicate with the Prime Minister in advance and work together to find a suitable free time before meeting.
Of course, usually after the Ministry of Magic investigates the Prime Minister's schedule, it directly chooses a time period to visit.
It's not that wizards look down on Muggle prime ministers, but these leaders generally don't believe what a man says with a painting hanging in his office...
Therefore, in the evening, Fudge took Tweel into the fireplace of the Ministry of Magic.
This time, instead of going home from get off work, they... met with the Prime Minister!
……
The current British Prime Minister was sitting in his office at this time, looking at the documents on the desktop with a headache.
Although I don’t know what the strange man in the portrait means by the meeting, I hope there is something ridiculous that can relieve some of my inner irritability.
Oh, Minister of Magic...
The first time he met the man named Fudge, who claimed to be the British Minister of Magic, was when he first took office five years ago.
At that time, he was very high-spirited and ambitious to do something earth-shattering. As a result, the magic thing was nakedly displayed in front of him!
Although it was just a routine announcement from Fudge at the time, every prime minister would have such a procedure, but it also meant that every prime minister would be frightened like this!
He had doubted whether he was dazzled at first, but it didn't take long for him to give up this doubt.
If the public knew that his eyes were so dazzled that he could often see men picking their noses in portraits, they would not mind making him the shortest-term British Prime Minister in history...
As for the last time, it was about the so-called heinous criminal Black two years ago.
But unlike these two raids, the man in the portrait politely asked about his schedule, then picked a time slot in the evening before dinner and made an appointment for this meeting.
This normal behavior of making an appointment immediately made him feel respected, and he didn't care about their slight lateness.
While the Prime Minister was thinking this, the fireplace in his room suddenly burst into bright green flames.
Before he could put away the frightened expression on his face, a big fat man suddenly appeared in the fireplace, spinning like a top.
A few seconds later, the fat man strode out of the fireplace, brushing off the ashes and walking towards him with a smile.
"Long time no see, Mr. Prime Minister, I'm glad you were just surprised instead of shouting."
Fudge reached out his hand casually, but before the Prime Minister could recall the details of the meeting five years ago, the flames in the fireplace rose again.
The Prime Minister looked along the firelight.
A tall figure appeared in the fireplace, but instead of spinning like Fudge, he gracefully lowered his body slightly and walked out of the fireplace like a polite gentleman, his body even more spotless.
The Prime Minister's surprised eyes went back and forth between the helpless Fudge and the calm Tver. It was not until Tver stood in front of him that he came back to his senses.
"So you were kicked out, Fudge!"
Fudge: [?9?9_?9?9?]
"What are you talking about? I'm the Minister for Magic, always have been!"
The biggest worry in his heart was poked, and Fudge, who was a little defensive, suddenly shouted in anger.
"But I look at this young man more like a minister or something..." the Prime Minister muttered.
Unexpectedly, Fudge was very sensitive to this, and when he became angry, he wanted to argue with the Prime Minister.
"What do you know, old man? Age means experience. I am..."
"Tver Foley, nice to meet you, Your Excellency Prime Minister." Tver stood between the two of them and shook the Prime Minister's outstretched hand in a friendly manner.
"While I facilitated this meeting, I was not the person to succeed Fudge."
"What nonsense are you talking about, Foley! No one can take over from me! I want to be in this position..."
Compared to Fudge who was yelling, the Prime Minister smiled appreciatively and guided Tver to his desk.
"I'm also very happy to meet an outstanding young man like you. Please take a seat."
The ignored Fudge looked dumbfoundedly at Tver, who looked like a seasoned politician, greeting the Prime Minister familiarly.
It was true that he was angry just now, but it was more to scare Tver.
After all, in his world view, it is impossible for young people like Tver to understand the communication between politicians.
And he pretended to be extremely angry, just because he wanted to see Tver being frightened and showing a helpless and embarrassed look, and then he pretended to be generous and communicated with the Muggle Prime Minister in a friendly manner!
After doing this again and again, doesn't his role become more prominent?
But now, in just a few words, Tver complimented the scheming old politician opposite him until his smile was as bright as a chrysanthemum!
If the show continues, he probably won't even be able to drink tea!
"What are you talking about, how happy are you talking?"
Fudge shamelessly approached. Unexpectedly, the two of them stopped talking and looked at him with a look on their face.
"Ahem," Fudge realized that he was extremely embarrassed here, and quickly straightened his clothes, "Okay, let's not waste time being polite and let's get down to business."
"Uh..." He suddenly realized that he didn't know much about the federation's new regulations. "The federation plans to, um, set up an office, yes, with you, I mean, we..."
Looking at the confused Prime Minister, Tver took over the conversation in a funny way.
"The magic community plans to form a joint office with the Prime Minister's government, mainly to deal with evil wizards that may appear in the future. It is also to enable both parties to better cover up the traces of magic and deal with vicious problems such as building damage and casualties."
"Evil wizard?" The Prime Minister frowned displeased, "Isn't this your business? Why does it involve us?"
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister," Tver smiled slightly, "If we could, we wouldn't want to do it."
"It's just that what we are about to face will be a powerful wizard that cannot be dealt with by the Ministry of Magic alone. To put it bluntly, we need your help."
On the surface, Tver chose to use a flattering approach when asking for something.
Fudge, who just maintained the arrogance of a wizard, couldn't stand it. He always felt that the Joint Office was dominated by the Ministry of Magic, and he could not and did not need to talk down to Muggles.
Even if it is to serve your own purpose!
"The mysterious man is not resurrected! And we don't need the help of Muggles. To put it more directly, what can these people help us?!" He widened his eyes, as if this would make him look more majestic.
Unexpectedly, these words offended the already unhappy Prime Minister.
"I don't know what happened to you, but if you still maintain this arrogant attitude, I can only say that you are not welcome here!"
Although he was unhappy, the Prime Minister knew that if he canceled Tver's proposal out of anger at this time, it would make Fudge even more proud.
As a politician, the policy you choose is never the most important thing.
Because policies that can give opponents a stumbling block are the policies politicians need most!
Unfortunately, this is not allowed by the confidentiality law. Except for extremely urgent matters, Fudge would also need to communicate with the Prime Minister in advance and work together to find a suitable free time before meeting.
Of course, usually after the Ministry of Magic investigates the Prime Minister's schedule, it directly chooses a time period to visit.
It's not that wizards look down on Muggle prime ministers, but these leaders generally don't believe what a man says with a painting hanging in his office...
Therefore, in the evening, Fudge took Tweel into the fireplace of the Ministry of Magic.
This time, instead of going home from get off work, they... met with the Prime Minister!
……
The current British Prime Minister was sitting in his office at this time, looking at the documents on the desktop with a headache.
Although I don’t know what the strange man in the portrait means by the meeting, I hope there is something ridiculous that can relieve some of my inner irritability.
Oh, Minister of Magic...
The first time he met the man named Fudge, who claimed to be the British Minister of Magic, was when he first took office five years ago.
At that time, he was very high-spirited and ambitious to do something earth-shattering. As a result, the magic thing was nakedly displayed in front of him!
Although it was just a routine announcement from Fudge at the time, every prime minister would have such a procedure, but it also meant that every prime minister would be frightened like this!
He had doubted whether he was dazzled at first, but it didn't take long for him to give up this doubt.
If the public knew that his eyes were so dazzled that he could often see men picking their noses in portraits, they would not mind making him the shortest-term British Prime Minister in history...
As for the last time, it was about the so-called heinous criminal Black two years ago.
But unlike these two raids, the man in the portrait politely asked about his schedule, then picked a time slot in the evening before dinner and made an appointment for this meeting.
This normal behavior of making an appointment immediately made him feel respected, and he didn't care about their slight lateness.
While the Prime Minister was thinking this, the fireplace in his room suddenly burst into bright green flames.
Before he could put away the frightened expression on his face, a big fat man suddenly appeared in the fireplace, spinning like a top.
A few seconds later, the fat man strode out of the fireplace, brushing off the ashes and walking towards him with a smile.
"Long time no see, Mr. Prime Minister, I'm glad you were just surprised instead of shouting."
Fudge reached out his hand casually, but before the Prime Minister could recall the details of the meeting five years ago, the flames in the fireplace rose again.
The Prime Minister looked along the firelight.
A tall figure appeared in the fireplace, but instead of spinning like Fudge, he gracefully lowered his body slightly and walked out of the fireplace like a polite gentleman, his body even more spotless.
The Prime Minister's surprised eyes went back and forth between the helpless Fudge and the calm Tver. It was not until Tver stood in front of him that he came back to his senses.
"So you were kicked out, Fudge!"
Fudge: [?9?9_?9?9?]
"What are you talking about? I'm the Minister for Magic, always have been!"
The biggest worry in his heart was poked, and Fudge, who was a little defensive, suddenly shouted in anger.
"But I look at this young man more like a minister or something..." the Prime Minister muttered.
Unexpectedly, Fudge was very sensitive to this, and when he became angry, he wanted to argue with the Prime Minister.
"What do you know, old man? Age means experience. I am..."
"Tver Foley, nice to meet you, Your Excellency Prime Minister." Tver stood between the two of them and shook the Prime Minister's outstretched hand in a friendly manner.
"While I facilitated this meeting, I was not the person to succeed Fudge."
"What nonsense are you talking about, Foley! No one can take over from me! I want to be in this position..."
Compared to Fudge who was yelling, the Prime Minister smiled appreciatively and guided Tver to his desk.
"I'm also very happy to meet an outstanding young man like you. Please take a seat."
The ignored Fudge looked dumbfoundedly at Tver, who looked like a seasoned politician, greeting the Prime Minister familiarly.
It was true that he was angry just now, but it was more to scare Tver.
After all, in his world view, it is impossible for young people like Tver to understand the communication between politicians.
And he pretended to be extremely angry, just because he wanted to see Tver being frightened and showing a helpless and embarrassed look, and then he pretended to be generous and communicated with the Muggle Prime Minister in a friendly manner!
After doing this again and again, doesn't his role become more prominent?
But now, in just a few words, Tver complimented the scheming old politician opposite him until his smile was as bright as a chrysanthemum!
If the show continues, he probably won't even be able to drink tea!
"What are you talking about, how happy are you talking?"
Fudge shamelessly approached. Unexpectedly, the two of them stopped talking and looked at him with a look on their face.
"Ahem," Fudge realized that he was extremely embarrassed here, and quickly straightened his clothes, "Okay, let's not waste time being polite and let's get down to business."
"Uh..." He suddenly realized that he didn't know much about the federation's new regulations. "The federation plans to, um, set up an office, yes, with you, I mean, we..."
Looking at the confused Prime Minister, Tver took over the conversation in a funny way.
"The magic community plans to form a joint office with the Prime Minister's government, mainly to deal with evil wizards that may appear in the future. It is also to enable both parties to better cover up the traces of magic and deal with vicious problems such as building damage and casualties."
"Evil wizard?" The Prime Minister frowned displeased, "Isn't this your business? Why does it involve us?"
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister," Tver smiled slightly, "If we could, we wouldn't want to do it."
"It's just that what we are about to face will be a powerful wizard that cannot be dealt with by the Ministry of Magic alone. To put it bluntly, we need your help."
On the surface, Tver chose to use a flattering approach when asking for something.
Fudge, who just maintained the arrogance of a wizard, couldn't stand it. He always felt that the Joint Office was dominated by the Ministry of Magic, and he could not and did not need to talk down to Muggles.
Even if it is to serve your own purpose!
"The mysterious man is not resurrected! And we don't need the help of Muggles. To put it more directly, what can these people help us?!" He widened his eyes, as if this would make him look more majestic.
Unexpectedly, these words offended the already unhappy Prime Minister.
"I don't know what happened to you, but if you still maintain this arrogant attitude, I can only say that you are not welcome here!"
Although he was unhappy, the Prime Minister knew that if he canceled Tver's proposal out of anger at this time, it would make Fudge even more proud.
As a politician, the policy you choose is never the most important thing.
Because policies that can give opponents a stumbling block are the policies politicians need most!
