Chapter 190 Percy Weasley
Among this group of people, the vast majority are foreigners, and if anything goes wrong it could lead to an extremely serious diplomatic incident.
But at this time, the director of the International Magical Exchange and Cooperation Department, Barty Crouch Sr., had disappeared for many days.
There is simply no one capable of handling this matter right now.
Minister Fudge's hair, which was already limited, has been falling out in clumps in the past two days.
He stayed in the Ministry of Magic every day with a sad face, but he couldn't come up with a solution.
Not only that, more wizards are demanding that the Ministry of Magic compensate them for the property damaged in the attack.
Because the attackers burned countless tents along the way.
Many of the tents were personal property, so they demanded compensation from the Ministry of Magic.
But counting these losses is undoubtedly an extremely difficult task.
After all, the number of tents alone is over a thousand, and the items inside are countless, and their value is simply inestimable.
So some people took the opportunity to make a huge demand, demanding that the Ministry of Magic pay compensation according to the price.
They even claimed that there were many rare antiques from their family in the tent and offered a sky-high price.
Of course, there are also some people who take advantage of the situation.
One of them, Mundungus Fletcher, was the most shameless.
He had the audacity to ask the Ministry of Magic to compensate him with a tent with twelve bedrooms and a luxurious jacuzzi.
In reality, he was just spending the night under a simple cloak.
Now the wizarding world in various countries is reporting on this attack.
It can be said that if the British Ministry of Magic does not handle this matter well.
This will cause the British Ministry of Magic, which already has a precarious international status, to fall to the lowest point.
So just two days later, Lucius came to the door.
"Master, Fudge found us and hopes that we can give out some more money to help the Ministry of Magic overcome this difficult time."
Lucius stood respectfully behind Hephaestus.
"Does Fudge want to shut them up with money?" Hephis said with a hint of sarcasm.
"At present, it is true. But the amount of money is a bit high. It requires 600,000 gold galleons, and this is only the compensation for the dead and injured."
Lucius paused and continued helplessly.
"As for the destroyed property and facilities, Fudge means no compensation will be given. After all, it was not the Ministry of Magic that burned down those tents."
Hephis looked into the distance, "Do you have anyone who is qualified to be the Minister of Magic now?"
When Lucius heard this, a look of surprise flashed across his face, but he quickly understood what he meant.
He pondered for a moment, and said with an embarrassed look: "Master, we don't have it for now."
"You bunch of purebloods, don't you even have one person in a key position?" Hephis looked at Lucius with some dissatisfaction.
Lucius explained, slightly embarrassed.
"Master, we have always been the largest donor to the Ministry of Magic, so... there is an old Barty Crouch who is quite keen on power, but he has been missing for almost a month."
Hephis directly exposed it: "You have never interfered in the Ministry of Magic, just because you are afraid of an imbalance of power!"
Lucius coughed twice, "Ahem, a little bit."
Hephis stroked his chin, "Go contact Percy Weasley and push him up. At the very least, use this incident to get him a position as director."
"Master, that's Weasley... this..." Lucius's face was gloomy.
Hephis interrupted him, "It's your fault that you are so useless that you can't even pick out a suitable person."
"Yes, master." Although Lucius was reluctant, he had to agree.
"Okay, you also know the power of Weasley's bloodline. Percy values power and status the most. People like him are the most suitable." Hephis still explained briefly.
"Then I'll go find Percy Weasley now," Lucius responded respectfully.
Hephes sighed softly, "Forget it, you should bring him to me! With your brain..."
"Yes, master." Lucius bowed and stepped back.
Percy is now a clerk in the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, and is overwhelmed every day.
Nowadays, his office is bombed countless times every day.
Therefore, whenever he saw a large group of owls flying over, he would subconsciously use the "Iron Armor Protection".
But today was different. An unexpected letter was left on his charred desk.
The sender of the letter was Lucius Malfoy.
Percy opened the envelope in confusion. There was only one sentence on the envelope among the excessive text.
If you want power and status, arrive at Malfoy Manor at seven o'clock tonight.
Percy's hand gently stroked the words, feeling mixed emotions.
He would never have dreamed that it would be Malfoy who would extend an olive branch to him.
Just based on the relationship between Weasley and Malfoy, it would be great if Malfoy could trip him up and make things difficult for him since he is not in the Ministry of Magic.
But judging from the meaning of this letter, it seems to be paving the way for him and helping him to get to the top!
In fact, when Percy first arrived at the Ministry of Magic, he had talked to his father, Arthur Weasley.
But Arthur firmly disagreed with using his connections to pave the way for himself.
That's why he is now working as a small clerk in the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, doing some insignificant tasks.
Every day he could only hold the crucibles imported from all over the world and measure whether they met the standards.
Even with such a big thing happening in the Ministry of Magic now, he can only deal with the endless stream of Howler letters.
Percy gritted his teeth, folded the letter carefully, and put it in his pocket.
As for the mission at the Ministry of Magic that still needs to be left behind at 7 o'clock.
Fuck that yelling letter.
He wants to seize this opportunity.
Around seven o'clock, Percy arrived at Malfoy Manor wearing his new clothes.
Although he knew the location of Malfoy Manor, this was his first time there.
He looked inside through the iron gate and saw a beautiful, layered garden surrounding a gorgeous, huge mansion.
The fountain is spurting golden water, splashing up pieces of mist.
Two white peacocks, with their heads raised, walked freely.
Percy couldn't help but feel a little envious.
He clenched his fists tightly. One day, he would also...
"Mr. Percy Weasley please follow me."
Dobby's somewhat shrill voice interrupted Percy's fantasy of the future.
"Oh, okay." Percy came back to his senses and followed Dobby into the manor.
The interior of the manor is also luxurious.
The spacious foyer is almost entirely covered with gorgeous carpet.
All kinds of luxurious furniture, every place reveals the atmosphere of nobility.
Portraits of different people are hung on the walls. The characters in the paintings are sitting in their seats with dignity and very quiet.
As soon as Percy stepped into the magnificent hall, he saw Lucius coming towards him.
