Chapter 287 Fudge's Worries
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Rui Chen 3499
Dawlish nodded and said, "Yes, Kong Nuo will accept all wizards who are willing to enter the martial arts hall. But only for adults, the only exception for minors is Harry Potter."
"After all, Harry has a great reputation. Maybe he wants to use him to promote the martial arts school? One thing to say, when Harry was still in the martial arts hall, the number of applicants increased a lot."
Unbeknownst to Dawlish, Harry was actually an exception.
Because the training mode of the martial arts school is different, it is very likely that the students will be injured.
It's just that Prout has registered information for Harry, and even paid the registration fee, so Kong Nuo can only arrange some suitable courses for Harry.
(Harry's family environment is different, so even if he wants to exercise, he has no conditions. Even if it is summer homework, he can only finish it at night, and he needs to deal with various tasks assigned by his uncle and aunt during the day.)
Fudge asked: "Is there a secret meeting? For example, some students will be left for the meeting?"
"No?" Dawlish shook his head, his tone became firm, "No! Normally, Konno would not be in charge of teaching students, and Williamson and Prout would be in charge mainly!"
He lowered his head slightly, raised his magic watch and glanced at it.
Less than 10 minutes to go to get off work.
Although you need to face the questioning of Minister Fudge when you come back to report on your work, you can get off work on the hour and go home to be with your family.
Out of such selfishness, he planned to hide another part of the matter.
For example, after studying in the martial arts school, they will get together to drink.
At the wine table, Williamson and the others mentioned that they would expand the martial arts hall to the magical world of each country.
Dawlish knew what Fudge was up to, but he had read too many political conspiracy theories and always felt that the respected principal Dumbledore would seek power and usurp the throne.
In fact, there is no need to worry about this at all. If Headmaster Dumbledore wanted to get the position of Minister of Magic, he could have done it when Voldemort fell.
Of course, Dawlish didn't plan to talk about Principal Dumbledore or Williamson's martial arts expansion plan.
One reason is that Williamson and the others still regard themselves as friends, and he doesn't want to betray his friends.
Secondly, it was because of anticipation. He vaguely expected that Dumbledore and Connor could really subvert the Ministry of Magic, pull down Fudge, a boring politician, and replace them with a group of leaders who could do the facts.
Working under Fudge's hands, he always felt that he was not like an Auror who pursued justice, but more like a kind of eagle dog who didn't distinguish between right and wrong, working mechanically for Jin Gallon without much pursuit.
Perhaps because he felt Dawlish's perfunctory, or because Fudge himself wanted to get off work on time, Dawlish finally got his wish and left the minister's office.
boom!
Fudge heard the sound of the door being closed, and finally there was an obvious change on his face.
He began to gnash his teeth, as if he had just eaten a piece of Jiuzhuan large intestine.
"They must be planning something! Otherwise, it wouldn't look so calm. The more peaceful, the more turbulent the undercurrent!"
"That's why Dumbledore wants to re-host the Triwizard Tournament! He must want to contact other schools, and then come together to put pressure on me!"
"After all, he is so dissatisfied with me this time! It is very likely that he will take action against my position next time! Pull me down from the position of Minister of Magic!"
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A country far away in North America.
A tall and well-dressed wizard pushed open the door and came to a huge glass jar with a bubble head curse.
This is the Department of Mysteries of the Magic Congress. Compared with the Department of Mysteries of European countries, this place has a closer relationship with the Magic Congress.
"Sonorus!" the wizard yelled, putting back his wand, "Sato... Sato... where are you?"
"Hi! Hi! I'm here! Smithson!" A voice became louder and louder from far to near.
A short man ran over, his face was somewhat similar to that of Sato who was doing things in Sulian.
Smith raised his eyebrows, conjured up a chair and sat down, looked at the silent man who was less than 1.5 meters in front of him, and lowered his eyelids.
"After our long negotiation, I regret to inform you that your brother has been sentenced to death by the Ministry of Magic."
"I'm sorry, we can't complete the negotiation, and we can't let the prisoners of the Ministry of Magic of the Sulian be dealt with internally."
Sato seemed to have aged several years in an instant, his jaw trembled, and he asked, "Is there nothing the Magic Congress can do? Last month I knew that some Aurors had returned to China, and I thought they could..."
"No way! Those Aurors are charged with very light crimes, and they are accessories." Smith raised his legs, yawned and continued, "Your brother is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He knows too much, and he has too many crimes. .”
"'Crime of illegally crossing the national border', 'organizing others to illegally cross the national border', 'transporting others to illegally cross the national border', all of them were counted on him by the Ministry of Magic."
"We have tried our best to lobby the International Federation of Wizards, but unfortunately we have done everything we need to do. Those disgusting guys still choose to favor the Ministry of Magic of the Union."
"Red bean paste Smith Marseille!" Sato suddenly bowed [-] degrees, "Because of my brother, you bother me! It is really red bean paste Smith Marseille!"
"It's good to know!" Smith nodded, his expression was not as lazy as it was at the beginning.
He took out a small box from his pocket, pulled out his wand, tapped the box and said a spell: "Finite!"
The box that was originally only the size of a palm quickly turned into a large suitcase.
Sato quickly caught the suitcase with both hands, and asked suspiciously: "Arnold... May I ask Smith-san, what is in this suitcase?"
"Squib conversion therapy," Smith said. "There's magic going on in England that turns a Squib into a wizard."
"So far, not only England, but also places like France and Austria have begun to promote this kind of treatment."
"Squibs turned into wizards?" Sato showed a bit of surprise, "Is the Department of Mysteries in other countries also studying this magical topic?"
"But how did they do it? They can actually complete such a conversion? It's incredible!"
"According to our original idea, it should be possible to transform the squibs into magic-immune people who are immune to magic, and then manipulate them to directly attack wizards."
"However, once transformed into magic immune people, our idea of using the Imperius Curse to control them has also come to nothing, so we are still thinking of other ways."
"Then we should study it even more." Smith raised his wand and knocked on the suitcase, "That's right! Among the wizards who researched this course of treatment, there are acquaintances you know."
"After all, Harry has a great reputation. Maybe he wants to use him to promote the martial arts school? One thing to say, when Harry was still in the martial arts hall, the number of applicants increased a lot."
Unbeknownst to Dawlish, Harry was actually an exception.
Because the training mode of the martial arts school is different, it is very likely that the students will be injured.
It's just that Prout has registered information for Harry, and even paid the registration fee, so Kong Nuo can only arrange some suitable courses for Harry.
(Harry's family environment is different, so even if he wants to exercise, he has no conditions. Even if it is summer homework, he can only finish it at night, and he needs to deal with various tasks assigned by his uncle and aunt during the day.)
Fudge asked: "Is there a secret meeting? For example, some students will be left for the meeting?"
"No?" Dawlish shook his head, his tone became firm, "No! Normally, Konno would not be in charge of teaching students, and Williamson and Prout would be in charge mainly!"
He lowered his head slightly, raised his magic watch and glanced at it.
Less than 10 minutes to go to get off work.
Although you need to face the questioning of Minister Fudge when you come back to report on your work, you can get off work on the hour and go home to be with your family.
Out of such selfishness, he planned to hide another part of the matter.
For example, after studying in the martial arts school, they will get together to drink.
At the wine table, Williamson and the others mentioned that they would expand the martial arts hall to the magical world of each country.
Dawlish knew what Fudge was up to, but he had read too many political conspiracy theories and always felt that the respected principal Dumbledore would seek power and usurp the throne.
In fact, there is no need to worry about this at all. If Headmaster Dumbledore wanted to get the position of Minister of Magic, he could have done it when Voldemort fell.
Of course, Dawlish didn't plan to talk about Principal Dumbledore or Williamson's martial arts expansion plan.
One reason is that Williamson and the others still regard themselves as friends, and he doesn't want to betray his friends.
Secondly, it was because of anticipation. He vaguely expected that Dumbledore and Connor could really subvert the Ministry of Magic, pull down Fudge, a boring politician, and replace them with a group of leaders who could do the facts.
Working under Fudge's hands, he always felt that he was not like an Auror who pursued justice, but more like a kind of eagle dog who didn't distinguish between right and wrong, working mechanically for Jin Gallon without much pursuit.
Perhaps because he felt Dawlish's perfunctory, or because Fudge himself wanted to get off work on time, Dawlish finally got his wish and left the minister's office.
boom!
Fudge heard the sound of the door being closed, and finally there was an obvious change on his face.
He began to gnash his teeth, as if he had just eaten a piece of Jiuzhuan large intestine.
"They must be planning something! Otherwise, it wouldn't look so calm. The more peaceful, the more turbulent the undercurrent!"
"That's why Dumbledore wants to re-host the Triwizard Tournament! He must want to contact other schools, and then come together to put pressure on me!"
"After all, he is so dissatisfied with me this time! It is very likely that he will take action against my position next time! Pull me down from the position of Minister of Magic!"
-------------------------------------
A country far away in North America.
A tall and well-dressed wizard pushed open the door and came to a huge glass jar with a bubble head curse.
This is the Department of Mysteries of the Magic Congress. Compared with the Department of Mysteries of European countries, this place has a closer relationship with the Magic Congress.
"Sonorus!" the wizard yelled, putting back his wand, "Sato... Sato... where are you?"
"Hi! Hi! I'm here! Smithson!" A voice became louder and louder from far to near.
A short man ran over, his face was somewhat similar to that of Sato who was doing things in Sulian.
Smith raised his eyebrows, conjured up a chair and sat down, looked at the silent man who was less than 1.5 meters in front of him, and lowered his eyelids.
"After our long negotiation, I regret to inform you that your brother has been sentenced to death by the Ministry of Magic."
"I'm sorry, we can't complete the negotiation, and we can't let the prisoners of the Ministry of Magic of the Sulian be dealt with internally."
Sato seemed to have aged several years in an instant, his jaw trembled, and he asked, "Is there nothing the Magic Congress can do? Last month I knew that some Aurors had returned to China, and I thought they could..."
"No way! Those Aurors are charged with very light crimes, and they are accessories." Smith raised his legs, yawned and continued, "Your brother is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He knows too much, and he has too many crimes. .”
"'Crime of illegally crossing the national border', 'organizing others to illegally cross the national border', 'transporting others to illegally cross the national border', all of them were counted on him by the Ministry of Magic."
"We have tried our best to lobby the International Federation of Wizards, but unfortunately we have done everything we need to do. Those disgusting guys still choose to favor the Ministry of Magic of the Union."
"Red bean paste Smith Marseille!" Sato suddenly bowed [-] degrees, "Because of my brother, you bother me! It is really red bean paste Smith Marseille!"
"It's good to know!" Smith nodded, his expression was not as lazy as it was at the beginning.
He took out a small box from his pocket, pulled out his wand, tapped the box and said a spell: "Finite!"
The box that was originally only the size of a palm quickly turned into a large suitcase.
Sato quickly caught the suitcase with both hands, and asked suspiciously: "Arnold... May I ask Smith-san, what is in this suitcase?"
"Squib conversion therapy," Smith said. "There's magic going on in England that turns a Squib into a wizard."
"So far, not only England, but also places like France and Austria have begun to promote this kind of treatment."
"Squibs turned into wizards?" Sato showed a bit of surprise, "Is the Department of Mysteries in other countries also studying this magical topic?"
"But how did they do it? They can actually complete such a conversion? It's incredible!"
"According to our original idea, it should be possible to transform the squibs into magic-immune people who are immune to magic, and then manipulate them to directly attack wizards."
"However, once transformed into magic immune people, our idea of using the Imperius Curse to control them has also come to nothing, so we are still thinking of other ways."
"Then we should study it even more." Smith raised his wand and knocked on the suitcase, "That's right! Among the wizards who researched this course of treatment, there are acquaintances you know."
