Chapter 583 The Minister’S Anger
For a war, what are the important factors that determine the outcome?
People tend to consider various factors, from weapons and equipment to strategic strategies, all of which are analyzed in detail.
However, on this complicated battlefield, there is one factor that always plays a vital role at critical moments, and that is intelligence.
The importance of information needs no further elaboration. In history, there are numerous examples of war situations being reversed due to unequal intelligence.
For example, Yamamoto, who attacked Pearl Harbor and launched the Battle of Midway, was attacked and killed by the U.S. military because his messages were deciphered.
For another example, the daily leaks of intelligence by the national army can only make the micro-manipulation master Chang Kaishen sigh:
"No one in the world has anything in common."
In this magical world, the competition for information is equally fierce.
Death Eaters have infiltrated almost the entire Ministry of Magic like a sieve.
Among the entire Death Eater team, the White camp seems to be a little short of spies. There are only ten Snape spies who can go deep behind enemy lines and obtain important information.
Among the Death Eaters, he indeed held a high position of authority. With his extraordinary wisdom and profound magical skills, he won the trust of Voldemort, and he could always obtain important information about the Death Eaters at critical moments.
However, even such an excellent spy has his limitations.
For example, when the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic was attacked repeatedly, Snape did not explain why.
In contrast, Levin's intelligence methods are much more sophisticated. Not only did he place two spies among the Death Eaters, he also placed an informant next to Fudge.
Not to mention, he even sent spies to Umbridge.
Miss Ace Agent "Pangolin" recently passed on important information to Caiwen: Umbridge is planning to attack Harry and the others.
Outside the Office of the Minister of Magic, the corridors were bustling with officials of all kinds, their robes shimmering under the lights in the corridors.
There was a tense atmosphere in the air.
The wizards whispered to each other, their ears tilted, trying to catch every sound coming from the office.
Among this group of wizards, Mrs. Jung, a female staff member wearing a simple robe, was nervously talking with her superior, Xiao Huang, director of the Public Information Department of the Ministry of Magic.
Of course, Xiao Huang and so on are all called by superiors, and subordinates have to call him Director Huang.
"Director, is there any news about the result of Minister Fudge's impeachment?" Mrs. Jung asked in a low voice, her words full of worry.
The director frowned, glanced around the corridor, and then replied in a low voice: "There is no definite news yet... but you'd better be prepared, we may have a storm this Easter. A new minister."
As soon as he finished speaking, Christian, another witch, glared at him dissatisfied.
Christian is a staunch supporter of Minister Fudge, and she cannot accept such a prediction.
"Minister Fudge has enough ability to control the situation, and he is quite confident about it!" Christian argued, "I believe he will be able to survive this impeachment. Moreover, he mentioned many times that Dumbledore is a liar."
The director of the Public Information Department smiled slightly and seemed to be unimpressed by Christian's remarks.
He looked around again and found that everyone was eagerly discussing the candidate for the new minister, so he continued with confidence:
"Everyone around Secretary Fudge knows that surviving the second impeachment is just his best wish. He himself doesn't believe it can be realized, so he can only deceive you, the old and inexperienced people - uh, ladies. .”
The director originally wanted to say "old aunt", but when he saw Christian's angry eyes, he quickly changed his mind.
However, this did not calm Christian's anger.
"You want to say old aunt, right? You are the old aunt!" Christian retorted angrily, "Your whole family is an old aunt!"
Her voice echoed in the corridor, eliciting snickers and side glances.
at the same time--
The atmosphere in the minister's office was solemn.
A group of senior officials stood around the desk, while Secretary Fudge sank into a large leather chair and presided over this routine meeting.
The pace of the meeting was as usual, slow and boring, as if it was perfunctory.
Officials' reports are comprehensive in content, but empty and lacking in substantive progress and decisions.
Well...not a bit nutritious.
Such meetings have become more frequent since Secretary Fudge faced his second impeachment.
Sometimes even in the middle of the night, the minister would suddenly call everyone for a meeting, leaving officials exhausted.
Officials are also trying their best to cope with Minister Fudge's request, hoping to survive this difficult time.
Jodel and Delis, as the minister's cronies, are responsible for reporting on the current situation.
The two of them held a stack of newspapers in their hands. They carefully marked the reports that evaluated Fudge with red and black arrows. They handed the marked newspapers to the minister for review. Each arrow looked particularly dazzling. Fudge's eyes were on the newspaper. Slowly sweeping over, his face became increasingly gloomy.
After reading the newspaper, he sat absentmindedly on the chair, nodding from time to time, but obviously not listening to anything. His right hand unconsciously held his trembling left hand, as if trying to calm the panic in his heart. His eyes were empty and confused, obviously. My confidence has been shattered by successive blows.
Recalling the scene in July last year when Dumbledore lost his position as President of the Federation, Fudge once thought that he had reached the peak of his life.
Newspapers at that time were belittling Dumbledore and Harry Potter, describing them as useless:
The cry of the old phoenix is so unpleasant.
Or, the crazy words of the boy who survived the disaster...
However, times have changed, and today's public opinion has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Dumbledore, the Guardian of England, is ousting Fudge the Clown as Minister!
Thanks to Merlin, the Boy-Who-Lived is guarding justice in Britain!
These headlines pierced Fudge's heart like needles, and he felt a sharp pain.
He sat there in a daze, as if his soul had left his body.
When Delis began to read the article in "Wizard Weekly" about Rita scolding him, Fudge raised a hand and shook it:
"It's okay, I've asked Stan to go to the headquarters of "Wizard Weekly"." His voice was hoarse and weak, "I ordered them to stop reporting on Rita Skeeter's article. As long as Rita's article is banned... .……everything will get better.
Delis, Yodel and Percy looked at each other with a trace of uneasiness in their eyes.
They knew that the news to be delivered next would undoubtedly be a bombshell for Secretary Fudge.
Delis swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "Mr. Minister, there is a situation we need to report to you, it's about Stan, Stan..."
Yodel's face turned slightly pale, and cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his neck.
He took over the conversation and stammered: "Stan just resigned and went to be the editor-in-chief of Wizarding Weekly. Before he left, he said...
Percy's eyes were slack and his complexion was yellow, as if he would fall down at any time, but he still stood up and added tongue-tied: "He said... freedom of speech, you have no right to interfere with the reports of Wizarding Weekly" .....The people just want the truth, so that you can stop being obsessed with it."
Fudge frowned and was speechless for a moment. But the bulging veins and gradually thickening breathing clearly indicated that his anger was about to explode.
There was silence in the office, and all the officials looked down at the tips of their shoes, as if it had nothing to do with them.
Fudge slowly raised his right hand, took off his reading glasses with trembling fingers, and placed them gently on the table.
He took a deep breath and said in a hoarse and powerful voice: "Everyone, go out, Delix, Yodel and Percy stay."
The officials quickly walked out of the office as if they had been granted amnesty. They knew that "The Three of Us" was about to be performed next, so it was better for them and others to avoid it. It seemed that if they slowed down, they would become the Four of Us.
The last person to leave carefully locked the door from the outside to ensure that no one would disturb them.
Fudge's eyes were as cold as frost. He stared closely at the three people in front of him. He placed his right hand heavily on the table. His hoarse but powerful voice echoed throughout the office.
"freedom of speech?"
He repeated the word sarcastically, "Since there is freedom of speech, then why did Wizarding Weekly refuse to publish my interview? Why did they so-called 'ban' me? They even threatened not to ban me until the second impeachment is over. Will lift the ban on me. Is this what they call freedom of speech?”
"This is why I am so sad and angry!" He seemed to be unable to contain his anger and continued to shout: "This week, sixteen newspapers have publicly asked me to step down. These media, these so-called public opinion, they are all against me. !”
Speaking of Stan, Fudge's anger burned even more: "What hurts me most is Stan's betrayal. He chose to resign when I needed it most? Subordinates who cannot face difficulties are the most intolerable." !This despicable coward, he betrayed me and our common cause!"
Fudge's indignation was palpable;
"The entire Ministry of Magic is lying to me, even the people in my minister's office! The Ministry of Magic employees I hired are nothing but a bunch of despicable, disloyal cowards!"
Upon seeing this, Percy quickly explained while he was taking a breather: "Mr. Minister, please calm down. There are still people who are loyal to you...
"Are you a loyal minister? You are just a coward!" Fudge interrupted him mercilessly, "You are a scumbag who is hindering us!"
Percy was eager to defend: "Mr. Minister, please listen to me, we have always been following your orders——"
"Follow my orders?" Fudge sneered, "Then that's all you can do. You grown men are standing here, but you are like a group of cowardly guys. Everything you do is just... It’s just farts!”
"I'm so angry!" Minister Fudge roared loudly, angrily throwing the documents in his hand all over the floor, and throwing away the pot. "You can't have some subjective initiative to execute the orders I gave you. ? When I led you to victory, you all clapped and cheered, and swore to tell me that the mysterious man could not be resurrected. But now? He is resurrected! You already knew all this, why didn't you tell me the truth? And let me I act like a fool and accuse Dumbledore and Harry Potter of being liars?!... I should really learn from that mysterious man, learn from Stalin, and kill all of you idiots!!"
The wizards waiting at the door listened with fear to the roar coming from the office. .
