Chapter 221 Fudge's Three Axes
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Early the next morning, all the papers carried GWENT's advertisements.
Even the niche "The Quibbler" is no exception.
Gryffindor table.
"Sorry." Hermione picked up the magazine in Lavender's hand.
"Hey, I haven't finished watching yet!"
"Let's watch it together then."
The two little witches became more and more surprised.
This ad did not include private goods, and even raised Gwent to the greatest invention of the end of the century.
Or none of the kind.
"Through the exquisite and profound transfiguration technique, you can enjoy the demeanor of those legendary wizards——
The degree of restoration is close to [-]%, a set of handed down treasures that every wizarding family deserves to treasure—"
Lavender didn't understand, but Hermione did.
This seems to be killing, but it seems to have ulterior motives.
"Ghost knows what they want to do." Vincent put down the "Daily Prophet" in his hand.
"It doesn't matter whether they are flattering or not, as long as the effect is achieved."
Neville glanced at the topic written by Rita, "It's only now that I know you have so many titles."
The strongest Sorting Hat student in Hogwarts history;
The freshman with the most extra points in a single week;
Nightmare of dark wizards;
Founder of GWENT;
Champion of the first Hogwarts Ring Tournament;
Recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class;
Nominees for the Wizengamot UK Youth Representative...
Vincent picked up the newspaper and continued reading.
Rita didn't know how much money she received, but she actually publicized his deeds in the newspapers.
He is handsome and has a good personality, and he is equally good at studying and exercising.
This template is definitely someone else's child.
The most important thing is to promote the Muggle family he came from, as if singing against the group of rich gentlemen.
Please?
Vincent would rather believe that Gugu took the initiative to lose weight than that Rita, a perverted little beetle, wanted to please him.
"I believe she dares to take money to smear me, but what's the matter with taking money to flatter me?"
Neville scratched his head, "I heard from my grandma that if there is a big leak in the Ministry of Magic, there will always be a big news to divert attention."
Vincent, who was skeptical, suddenly nodded seriously.
In a sense, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, is quite capable.
Cover up the theft from Gringotts for the first time, block the news of Voldemort's reappearance in time, and divert attention this time.
I'm afraid that there will be some big troubles in this feng shui treasure in the magic world.
"Could it be that Quirrell escaped from prison?"
Harry pricked up his ears for a moment.
Neville laughed awkwardly, "Impossible, doesn't he even have legs?"
"That's right." Vincent inadvertently glanced at the nervous Harry, "If he can come out, Azkaban might as well be transformed into a hotel."
"Pfft ha ha ha ha——" James and Alfred laughed so hard that they were about to fall off their chairs.
The somewhat dull Neville asked in a daze, "Why a hotel?"
"In and out as you go."
He pondered for a moment, then suddenly leaned back and laughed.
"Pa-ta--" He just laughed twice, and he fell down under the chair.
Vincent couldn't hold back anymore, and stretched out his hand to Neville tremblingly.
Harry smirked.
If you guessed right, the Ministry of Magic should be trying to cover up Quirrell.
Fortunately, Dumbledore had already brought him back, otherwise it must have been more than just flattery.
The real situation is quite different.
It's just that Quirrell didn't escape from prison at all.
The Ministry of Magic, located underground in London, is very lively today.
Whether it was the Auror who was out on a mission, or the Werewolf Control Division who seemed panicked, all the staff came to the minister's office on the first floor for a meeting.
The originally small room was temporarily transformed into a conference room about the size of a football field with the No Trace Stretching Charm.
A huge round table was full of people, about 400 people.
Fudge pressed a magic rune on a small device, and a giant screen slowly began to emerge in the air.
"Everyone, this is the image sent by the Magical Congress of America yesterday."
This is a memory of someone, and the location is in a very large port.
On the calm sea, a tentacle almost half the size of the port suddenly appeared.
Before it fell, the figures that appeared in the black dots drove it back to the sea.
Fudge paused the screen, "The head of their Department of Magical Security announced that this Kraken has been driven away, and the direction happens to be the Norwegian Sea north of our Scotland."
"We have to reprimand them!" Umbridge said vehemently, "These damned people keep driving this tricky magical creature to us every time!
Mr. Minister, I suggest raising the matter to the International Federation of Wizards, so that they can taste our wrath! "
"Calm down, Secretary Umbridge." Fudge cast his eyes on the officers in the fuchsia robes.
"I have informed Dumbledore, the chief wizard, and he suggested that Mr. Newt Scamander be responsible for guiding Kraken back to Iceland safely."
A very old witch nodded slightly to the nearby members of the Wizengamot.
"Since it's Albus' suggestion, I don't think we have any reason to object."
Kraken is also known as the "North Sea Giant Monster" in the eyes of Muggles, and its official name is Giant Squid.
There is a domesticated one in the Black Lake of Hogwarts,
But this one is clearly not.
If accidentally exposed, even a single tentacle could cause a tsunami in Muggle society.
The old gentlemen of the Great Empire really can't do it if they rush back as simple and rude as America.
"Director Scrimgeour—" Fudge looked at an Auror wearing gold-rimmed glasses, "I hope you can personally lead the team to help Mr. Scamander."
"No problem, Mr. Minister." Scrimgeour solemnly agreed.
Umbridge asked Fudge very cryptically with his eyes.
After receiving a tiny nod, she made a proposal in the best interest of the Minister for Magic.
"Regardless of whether the matter can be resolved smoothly, I feel that at present we must first block the news, and then divert the public's attention from this matter."
The old witch just now frowned slightly, "I'm sorry, Dolores.
You mean not only to keep it a secret from the Muggle government, but we need to keep it a secret too? "
"Yes, Head March." Umbridge seemed to have great respect for her.
"The matter of Quirinus Quirrell has inevitably caused an uproar before, and we have to make all safety preparations in advance."
It's false to be safe for the wizarding world, but it's true to be safe for the Minister's ass.
"What are you going to do?" Marchban's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Umbridge's momentum lowered again, "I plan to publish the detailed information of this year's recipients of the Order of Merlin in the newspaper, so as to create momentum for the ceremony in two months' time."
"Those six children?" Marchban's expression softened, but he was still somewhat dissatisfied.
"Is it too much to push kids up on stage and subject them to the attention?"
The corners of Umbridge's mouth rose slightly, "Not at all, I plan to promote a more eye-catching wizard."
"who is it?"
"Gideroy Lockhart, this year's recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class."
"Oh!" Maqiban's eyes widened suddenly, "If it's him, then he really has this popularity."
Fudge was completely relieved.
If something goes wrong with Kraken, this author who is most popular with witches will surely be able to keep it under control.
Even if they can't, there are still six rising stars in the magic world.
……
……
Even the niche "The Quibbler" is no exception.
Gryffindor table.
"Sorry." Hermione picked up the magazine in Lavender's hand.
"Hey, I haven't finished watching yet!"
"Let's watch it together then."
The two little witches became more and more surprised.
This ad did not include private goods, and even raised Gwent to the greatest invention of the end of the century.
Or none of the kind.
"Through the exquisite and profound transfiguration technique, you can enjoy the demeanor of those legendary wizards——
The degree of restoration is close to [-]%, a set of handed down treasures that every wizarding family deserves to treasure—"
Lavender didn't understand, but Hermione did.
This seems to be killing, but it seems to have ulterior motives.
"Ghost knows what they want to do." Vincent put down the "Daily Prophet" in his hand.
"It doesn't matter whether they are flattering or not, as long as the effect is achieved."
Neville glanced at the topic written by Rita, "It's only now that I know you have so many titles."
The strongest Sorting Hat student in Hogwarts history;
The freshman with the most extra points in a single week;
Nightmare of dark wizards;
Founder of GWENT;
Champion of the first Hogwarts Ring Tournament;
Recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class;
Nominees for the Wizengamot UK Youth Representative...
Vincent picked up the newspaper and continued reading.
Rita didn't know how much money she received, but she actually publicized his deeds in the newspapers.
He is handsome and has a good personality, and he is equally good at studying and exercising.
This template is definitely someone else's child.
The most important thing is to promote the Muggle family he came from, as if singing against the group of rich gentlemen.
Please?
Vincent would rather believe that Gugu took the initiative to lose weight than that Rita, a perverted little beetle, wanted to please him.
"I believe she dares to take money to smear me, but what's the matter with taking money to flatter me?"
Neville scratched his head, "I heard from my grandma that if there is a big leak in the Ministry of Magic, there will always be a big news to divert attention."
Vincent, who was skeptical, suddenly nodded seriously.
In a sense, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, is quite capable.
Cover up the theft from Gringotts for the first time, block the news of Voldemort's reappearance in time, and divert attention this time.
I'm afraid that there will be some big troubles in this feng shui treasure in the magic world.
"Could it be that Quirrell escaped from prison?"
Harry pricked up his ears for a moment.
Neville laughed awkwardly, "Impossible, doesn't he even have legs?"
"That's right." Vincent inadvertently glanced at the nervous Harry, "If he can come out, Azkaban might as well be transformed into a hotel."
"Pfft ha ha ha ha——" James and Alfred laughed so hard that they were about to fall off their chairs.
The somewhat dull Neville asked in a daze, "Why a hotel?"
"In and out as you go."
He pondered for a moment, then suddenly leaned back and laughed.
"Pa-ta--" He just laughed twice, and he fell down under the chair.
Vincent couldn't hold back anymore, and stretched out his hand to Neville tremblingly.
Harry smirked.
If you guessed right, the Ministry of Magic should be trying to cover up Quirrell.
Fortunately, Dumbledore had already brought him back, otherwise it must have been more than just flattery.
The real situation is quite different.
It's just that Quirrell didn't escape from prison at all.
The Ministry of Magic, located underground in London, is very lively today.
Whether it was the Auror who was out on a mission, or the Werewolf Control Division who seemed panicked, all the staff came to the minister's office on the first floor for a meeting.
The originally small room was temporarily transformed into a conference room about the size of a football field with the No Trace Stretching Charm.
A huge round table was full of people, about 400 people.
Fudge pressed a magic rune on a small device, and a giant screen slowly began to emerge in the air.
"Everyone, this is the image sent by the Magical Congress of America yesterday."
This is a memory of someone, and the location is in a very large port.
On the calm sea, a tentacle almost half the size of the port suddenly appeared.
Before it fell, the figures that appeared in the black dots drove it back to the sea.
Fudge paused the screen, "The head of their Department of Magical Security announced that this Kraken has been driven away, and the direction happens to be the Norwegian Sea north of our Scotland."
"We have to reprimand them!" Umbridge said vehemently, "These damned people keep driving this tricky magical creature to us every time!
Mr. Minister, I suggest raising the matter to the International Federation of Wizards, so that they can taste our wrath! "
"Calm down, Secretary Umbridge." Fudge cast his eyes on the officers in the fuchsia robes.
"I have informed Dumbledore, the chief wizard, and he suggested that Mr. Newt Scamander be responsible for guiding Kraken back to Iceland safely."
A very old witch nodded slightly to the nearby members of the Wizengamot.
"Since it's Albus' suggestion, I don't think we have any reason to object."
Kraken is also known as the "North Sea Giant Monster" in the eyes of Muggles, and its official name is Giant Squid.
There is a domesticated one in the Black Lake of Hogwarts,
But this one is clearly not.
If accidentally exposed, even a single tentacle could cause a tsunami in Muggle society.
The old gentlemen of the Great Empire really can't do it if they rush back as simple and rude as America.
"Director Scrimgeour—" Fudge looked at an Auror wearing gold-rimmed glasses, "I hope you can personally lead the team to help Mr. Scamander."
"No problem, Mr. Minister." Scrimgeour solemnly agreed.
Umbridge asked Fudge very cryptically with his eyes.
After receiving a tiny nod, she made a proposal in the best interest of the Minister for Magic.
"Regardless of whether the matter can be resolved smoothly, I feel that at present we must first block the news, and then divert the public's attention from this matter."
The old witch just now frowned slightly, "I'm sorry, Dolores.
You mean not only to keep it a secret from the Muggle government, but we need to keep it a secret too? "
"Yes, Head March." Umbridge seemed to have great respect for her.
"The matter of Quirinus Quirrell has inevitably caused an uproar before, and we have to make all safety preparations in advance."
It's false to be safe for the wizarding world, but it's true to be safe for the Minister's ass.
"What are you going to do?" Marchban's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Umbridge's momentum lowered again, "I plan to publish the detailed information of this year's recipients of the Order of Merlin in the newspaper, so as to create momentum for the ceremony in two months' time."
"Those six children?" Marchban's expression softened, but he was still somewhat dissatisfied.
"Is it too much to push kids up on stage and subject them to the attention?"
The corners of Umbridge's mouth rose slightly, "Not at all, I plan to promote a more eye-catching wizard."
"who is it?"
"Gideroy Lockhart, this year's recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class."
"Oh!" Maqiban's eyes widened suddenly, "If it's him, then he really has this popularity."
Fudge was completely relieved.
If something goes wrong with Kraken, this author who is most popular with witches will surely be able to keep it under control.
Even if they can't, there are still six rising stars in the magic world.
……
……
