Chapter 520 I Come First!

Fudge took the box with the Untraceable Stretching Charm from Umbridge, and walked forward first.

Behind him, two journalist-like people frantically took photos of Fudge from various angles. One of them ran forward a few steps, lying on the ground, and raised his head to pat Fudge who was walking forward.

He is wearing a dark green velvet wizard robe today, with a dark green curved wizard robe, shining streamers under the reflection of the surrounding torches, looking very handsome.

Anton looked at Fudge with a strange expression, and then looked up at the sky. If I remember correctly, it's almost summer vacation now.

Is it not hot?

When Fudge came over, hehe, a cold breath came over his face accompanied by a faint fragrance.

Anton looked at it in astonishment. Is this a magic item? Or an alchemy product?

There are always some areas in the wizarding world that Anton has never touched, which look extraordinarily magical.

"Something happened recently, and I think you know it, the prisoners escaped from Azkaban."

Anton nodded, "As an honorable and loyal Auror, I was thinking about going to help tomorrow weekend?"

Listening to Anton's words, Fudge's expression became weird, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face.

Seeing Anton looking at him suspiciously, he quickly regained his compassionate expression, "This matter is a challenge to the Ministry of Magic, and a challenge to the Auror Office. Loyal Aurors do something."

"I thought about it day and night, pondered carefully, worked hard, and finally let me think of a way."

"I think it's time to let that half-hundred-year-old mandrake play a role."

"I hope to make as many 'werewolf transformation pills' as possible to help our Aurors and improve their combat effectiveness. Of course, you are an expert in this field, and you can estimate how much you can make."

As he spoke, he blinked at Anton, raised a hand, shook hands with Anton, and asked the two reporters to take pictures from various angles.

"Minister, why don't Aurors just turn into werewolves?"

Harry Potter stood beside him and asked suspiciously.

The corners of Fudge's eyes twitched, "Oh, I don't want all my subordinates to turn into werewolves, to turn into terrible beasts on the night of the full moon, Harry, you don't understand the horror of this, it's too crazy. "

"Yes, it's crazy." Professor McGonagall stood beside him, looking in amazement at the words floating in mid-air—the variant Animagus: Controllable Werewolf.

Magical Animagus...

This is an enduring topic of the Animagus International Association for hundreds of years. It is brought up every year to talk about it, and in the end it becomes a dispensable process.

This has become a ridiculous joke, Animagus is transformed into an ordinary animal, it is impossible to become a magical animal!

She did not expect that Anton would research this transformation technique to this stage.

She stared at every word above, as if opening a door.

As an expert who has been immersed in the field of Animagus all her life, she knows too well whether the contents of these flame texts are nonsense or have something to say.

She has an extremely professional acuity - it works!

Yes, magic is like this sometimes, and countless wizards lose their lives every year studying magic, but she knows that this is the case with ambiguous magic.

Only the kind of magic that absolutely works will tell her clearly, oh, yes, yes, I can use it.

This kind of intuition exists in many fields. For example, Professor Snape can clearly feel whether a bottle of potion is really successful.

McGonagall turned to look at Fudge in amazement, "Maybe you can try it, the controllable werewolf Animagus."

"Are you crazy?" Fudge looked at McGonagall in shock, "Becoming a werewolf, you know..."

Mag pointed to the words floating in the sky, "Without Wolfsbane, there is no ability to infect other animals. Using the method of Animagus, the transformed biological state will become emotionally controllable and rational. It’s something that’s easy to figure out.”

"Merlin's beard..." Fudge looked at McGonagall in shock, then at Anton, and finally looked up at the words.

"..."

Well, he doesn't understand these things at all.

But he doesn't need to understand, "I will call experts to review the feasibility of this method, if possible..."

"Minister!" Mag smiled proudly, "I am an expert. If you are looking for the most famous expert in the field of Animagus in Europe, it is me."

"Is that so?" Fudge's eyes lit up, "I think..."

"Oh~ Minister!"

Anton stared at Fudge, "I think it's time for experts from the Ministry of Magic to come and take a look."

Fudge stared at Anton for a long time, Anton grinned, so he could only spread his hands, "I'll go back and make arrangements now."

He approached in small steps, bowed his head and whispered to Anton, "Arrange the price of Animagus for each Auror, you can start thinking about it now, I will come up with a few plans for your reference."

After finishing speaking, Fudge blinked and turned to greet Umbridge, "I'll be back in half an hour. The Aurors need to improve their strength quickly. Scrimgeour doesn't think it's going to work. You still have to rely on me for this kind of thing." A Minister of Magic who is good at seizing opportunities."

"Of course, you're the best," Umbridge flattered, making Fudge laugh out loud.

Seeing that they had all left, Professor McGonagall was angry and glared at Anton, "Why do you need experts from the Ministry of Magic? Do you think my words are not authoritative enough?"

Anton looked left and right at the students who were approaching, and quickly moved McGrath to the corner.

"Professor, Fugui wants to find someone to take the blame. As long as there is any problem with the transformation of Animagus, he can shirk the responsibility on the experts."

"!!!"

Professor McGonagall's expression became a little weird, and he was dumbfounded, "Ah, this..."

Anton shrugged, "And he must have wanted to take this opportunity to expand his influence in the Auror office. Scrimgeour was already very dissatisfied with Moody, Kingsley, and the Longbottom family, which prefer to follow Dumbledore's command. , Fudge will definitely have a big conflict with Scrimgeour this time."

"You endorse him at this time, when the time comes..."

He didn't continue to say anything, just raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Oh~ Merlin's beard." Professor McGonagall couldn't believe it, "Dirty politics!"

"Yes!" Anton nodded sincerely, "It's too dirty!"

Professor McGonagall suddenly came to his senses and looked at Anton in surprise, "Son, you are only in the second grade, how do you know this?"

Oh, what did she think she was doing in second grade?

Seems like dreaming of joining the Gryffindor team on the Quidditch pitch, right?

It was always so innocent back then.

Anton just grinned shyly, with a pure face, "I blame my mentor in the Auror office, he taught me badly!"

Mag rolled his eyes, "Don't pretend, you kid didn't just learn this from Ronaldo."

Anton froze for a moment, "Do you know my Auror mentor?"

Mag smiled slightly, his face was full of arrogance that everyone was a junior, "Britain is not big, as you know, there are even fewer wizards."

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In less than half an hour, Fudge returned with a large group of people.

Six experts, some even rushed over in their pajamas, obviously in a hurry, they were different from those politicians, they threw themselves in front of the flame words floating in the sky, watching in shock.

Scrimgeour limped over, looked at Anton with a serious face, "I hope you tell me, is there any risk for this werewolf Animagus, you know, the situation is changing now, Every Auror is a valuable asset to the office."

Anton made a grimace, smiled, and pointed at the experts, "You should ask them."

Scrimgeour sneered, "I'm just asking you, not asking you to make me a promise."

"Well, I have a good relationship with many Aurors, and I don't think I have any reason to harm them."

Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, staring at Anton for a long time.

"Let me go first!"

"I'll turn into a werewolf first!"

"When I succeed, you can give the Aurors a try."

Anton's face was full of admiration, and he gave a thumbs up, "You are worthy of being our director."

Scrimgeour sneered, "If I become the kind of werewolf I've seen before, not the controllable werewolf you mentioned, I will definitely bite you first."

"That's it..."

Anton looked helplessly at the experts who started arguing, "Why don't we ask the experts for their opinions?"

Scrimgeour's eyes widened immediately, what the hell, don't play with my heartbeat, I'm also nervous and scared, okay, can't you give me a letter?

This nasty boy!