Chapter 626: Fudge Understands

Grindelwald has Saints, Dumbledore has Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort has Death Eaters, so...

What name will Anton's forces have?

the answer is……

Sorry!

Anna expressed doubts.

"If you pull up a big flag, although you can get some responders, it's easy to get mixed up." Anton smiled slightly, "And this is equivalent to setting up a target. Why bother when you first started?"

"Then if there is no clear-cut call, who would be willing to follow you?" Anna couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"Yes, I have……"

Anton squinted his eyes and looked towards the north, "In the North Pole, a group of people have been suffering for nearly half a year and have honed their terrifying will."

"Scrimgeour secretly contacted them once, hoping to use the name of 'prison escape' to make these people submit to him and help the Auror Office to do things that are obviously inappropriate."

"It's just that he didn't expect these people to be too stubborn and rejected them. He even hid in the North Pole, searching to no avail. Scrimgeour has no way to continue to let the precious Aurors do these things in such a difficult environment. things."

Anna suddenly said, "Your group of fanatics."

"Fanatics..." Anton pursed his lips with a complicated look on his face, "Yes, these unambitious fanatics are the most hated by unambitious people, and that's why I have been ignoring them. ', dare not return to the wizarding society, and can only struggle in the North Pole."

"They also comforted themselves, saying that this is the king's test."

"Then they are quite pitiful." Anna was a little excited, waving her small fists, "Let's go save them, when you see them, just say..."

Anna's face was full of seriousness, with one arm on her hips and the other raised high, "I'll take you home!"

"Haha..." Anton was happy, and rubbed Anna's little head, "Isn't that okay, return to the wizarding society and continue to avoid the pursuit of the Aurors? In that case, it will be more difficult than in the North Pole."

"Ah, this..."

"Let's go to Fudge..." Anton rubbed his wand, and smiled, "I think it's time for the Minister of Magic to play a role."

Fudge's office, like Dumbledore's headmaster's office, is covered with portraits of previous Ministers of Magic.

Before Anton arrived, he was obviously chatting with these ministers.

Pulling Anton enthusiastically introduced.

"Ulric Gamp, 1707-1718, established the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Eldrich Diggory, 1733-1747, first to recruit Aurors."

"Hephaestus Gore, who served from 1752 to 1770, was born as an Auror, and defined the prison definition of Azkaban."

"Artemisia Lufkin, who served from 1798 to 1811, founded the Department of International Magical Cooperation."

"Glogan Stamp, 1811-1819, founded the Ministry of Magic's Sports and Sports Department."

"Ottaline Gamper, who served from 1827 to 1835, established the Muggle Brain Power Investigation Committee."

"Evangeline Orpington, Queen Victoria's best friend from 1849 to 1855, resigned for using magic to interfere in the Muggle Wars, but she cleared the blurred lines for the Secrecy Act."

Fudge's biased introduction drew criticism from the 'Ministers', "Sheet, Fudge, you shit, I handled the pure-blood wizard riots caused by the Squib parade perfectly! Why don't you introduce me!"

In the frame, a rich witch wearing a huge jeweled wizard hat patted the armrest of her chair angrily.

Fudge sneered, "But you were dismissed because of your inability to solve the mysterious man's first rise!"

"Aha~~" the old witch laughed, pointing at Fudge and making a weird laugh, "Now Voldemort is back, you know, you know, haha, I see what you can do to prevent him from rising again, I want to see Then you will be dismissed from office too!"

Fudge straightened his face immediately, grabbed the curtain next to the picture frame, and covered her.

Not only that, but he even pulled out his wand, controlling to cover all the picture frames.

"I really can't solve it." Fudge shrugged, beckoning Anton to sit down on the sofa, "I have been sending people to watch out for the Death Eaters in Azkaban, if the mysterious man is going to start doing something, there must be It's quiet. Then I'll be sick and leave, and someone else will take over the ministerial job."

He squinted his eyes and stroked the leather armrest of the sofa, "No one can do a good job in quelling the terrorist war started by the mysterious man in the position of Minister. Unless Dumbledore is willing to take the stage, but I can bet."

"I need to accumulate enough prestige. After Dumbledore leaves office, or if he doesn't come to power, then after everything subsides, there will be a great achievement that can be mentioned, so that no one else can take over my position as minister."

"And for this achievement, there is no better way to create a new and important department like the previous ministers."

His chubby face was full of calculations, "I will still struggle to walk up to the stage with my sick body in my arms, resisting everyone's pressure, and revealing that the mysterious person has been resurrected. This is also an achievement."

"Of course, the most important thing is this department."

Fudge looked at Anton seriously, "I tell you this because I hope you know that I have put all my chips on you. We are a community of interests. Anton, we have the basis for all cooperation."

Anton raised his eyebrows, "I can't support a department by myself."

"Oh~ don't say that, Anton, you've done a good job." Fudge smiled slightly, making coffee himself, and beckoned the house elf to give Anna the kind of fruit plate she liked.

"The staff of the 'Animagus Research and Training Office' you reported are very nice." Fudge put the coffee in front of Anton with a smile, added several lumps of sugar to his coffee, and gently Stirring, "The Rozier family, the Weasley family, the Abbott family, the Longbottom family."

"Anton, I have a suggestion. Listen, it's just a suggestion. As I said, this office is led by you, and I will not interfere."

Fudge stared at Anton's expression carefully, and said cautiously, "It would be even better if you could bring the Malfoy family in again. I heard that Draco, the only son of the Malfoy family, is in your bedroom, Lu Hughes told me about his child, and said that Draco and you have a good relationship."

Seeing that Anton didn't express anything, and couldn't see anything on his face, Fudge could only continue, "If you can accept another new member, a member with enough representativeness, it will be more convenient for future development. Li Dursley, the first 'Muggle Squib' turned wizard in the wizarding world, has a natural and unique identity."

"You can even consider joining a wizard from a Muggle family, preferably one with excellent studies."

"In that case, there will be no more politically correct department than your office, and it will be easier to gain living space among various forces..."

"The Order of the Phoenix represented by the Weasley family, the British pure-blood family power represented by the Malfoy family, the Auror Office represented by the Longbottom family, the old European pure-blood family represented by the Rozier family, and the Abbott family. The investment field represented by the pure-blood family power, and the Dursley children represent the new power of Muggle Squibs..."

Anton looked at Fudge with a half-smile, and shook his head lightly, "Mr. Minister, that's not what the forces say. They are just children, so they can't affect anything!"

"I understand! I understand!" Fudge chuckled.

"Of course these children alone are nothing." Fudge leaned over from across the table and said in a low voice, "But I won you the position of vice-chairman of the 'International Federation of Dispatch of the Ministry of Magic Review Committee', do you remember? ?In this field that can widely affect the world's innovative technology, you have the basis for cooperation with various forces."

"In this context, they generally want to have continuity of cooperation, and the descendants of these people entering your office represent that possibility."

Anton thought for a while, then shook his head and sighed, "I don't like politics, I prefer to study magic, Mr. Minister, you made everything too complicated."

"Struggling for power and interests, this is not a question of whether I want to do it or not. I am not good at it."

"And they are all forces, I am just a wizard."

Snapped!

Fudge patted his thigh, and raised his thumb excitedly, "Yes, it is because you focused on receiving magic that you can achieve such an achievement, Anton, you should persevere, I am proud of you!"

Anton looked at Fudge in astonishment, always feeling that this guy was talking to him in a coaxing tone.

"Don't worry, I've said it before, we have common interests, dirty politics can't affect your magic research, I have everything!" Fudge took a sip of coffee and blinked at Anton , "For you, I am the best partner."

"..." Anton smacked his mouth, as if, it really made sense.

"Powerful wizards don't need to worry about influence at all. In the wizarding world, as long as you are strong enough, you will naturally have a group of followers." Fudge laughed, put down his coffee and walked to his desk, picked up a document and walked over to put it on. to Anton's table.

"Anton, I've done everything for you. Believe me, I'm your most reliable partner."

Anton didn't speak, just looked at the document blankly.

Anna took a piece of candied cherry and leaned over, reading the title of the document, "Exile Punishment Judgment?"

"This is?" Anton looked up at Fudge suspiciously.

Fudge looked serious, "The escape from Azkaban is simply an unforgivable crime. Minister Fudge was obviously very angry about this incident, so he tried his best to reject all opinions, and declared in the most angrily gesture that these escaped prisoners would be punished!"

"I issued the "Exile Punishment Judgment" and exiled these hateful prisoners to the North Pole, letting them wait to die in the worst place in the world."

As he spoke, he put a bunch of newspapers and magazines in front of Anton and spread them out.

"This was reported half a year ago, and this issue of Today's Prophet contains a stern accusation against me by Griselda Marchban, a member of the governing body of the Wizengamot, that I flouted human rights and wanted these prisoners to die !"

"And this magazine..." Fudge skillfully turned to a certain page, "Look, here."

Pointing to a certain line with his fat fingers, he continued, "Look, I'm being called the toughest leader of all the Ministers of Magic, and I'm being unreasonable."

"Also, there are too many people speaking out for these prisoners."

"The last is this..."

He put another letter in front of Anton, "I asked Professor Lockhart, the editor-in-chief of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to ghostwrite it. It was really touching. The content is 'Animagus Research and Training A letter from Anthony Weasley, director of the Office', to Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, requesting the pardon of these prisoners, and said that they would be recruited into his office to serve the wizarding world to make up for the previous mistake."

"Sign it if you think it's okay." Fudge chuckled, "Believe me, I have a way to make these people become employees of the Ministry of Magic naturally."

Anton blinked, and looked at Fudge in disbelief, "From a prisoner to an employee of the Ministry of Magic?"

"No!" Fudge smiled, leaning back on the sofa with a cigar in his mouth, his body stretched naturally, with a look of embarrassment, "If you can develop the department to the point where the office can't fit, and become a secretary Ministry, you can even select some of these prisoners to become the Director of the Ministry of Magic."

"Trust me, I can help you do that."

Xiuer~

Anton blinked his eyes, and looked at Anna beside him. For some reason, he suddenly remembered two words-everyday, heaven and earth use force. When you know where you are going, the whole world makes way for you.

He didn't even have time to ask for it!

This Fudge does everything right? And it was a foreshadowing made half a year in advance?

He flipped through these magazines and newspapers in amazement, one report after another, people were constantly speaking out for those who had suffered so much in the terrible Arctic.

Some people even found out the family background of this group of people on the exile list in the North Pole, telling the stories of these people, which aroused the approval of a large number of wizards.

For example, the story of Adams, a wife who rolled up her money and went to the Muggle world to marry a handsome and poor Muggle. For example, Amy Miller, a witch with a good herb knowledge, has a kind heart and healed many down-and-out Muggles for free. and wizards...

These reports render these prisoners as homeless in the cracks of society, struggling bottom people...

Damn Adams is the owner of the Lupine Family Chocolate Frog Factory, and Amy Miller is the famous Black Widow among the Dark Wizards!

Anton even saw a miraculous non-governmental organization - "Love for Suffering and Sinners".

Built specifically for this group of suffering prisoners of the Arctic.

Simply!

Fudge chuckled, "I funded it, heh heh, with the funds embezzled by the Auror Office, of course, no one will know."

Tianxiu~

Anton was silent for a while, took out the 'pleading letter', read it carefully, and finally picked up the quill pen on the table to sign.

"Yes, Mr. Minister, I am here this time to plead for those who are suffering in the North Pole." With a serious face, Anton did not lie.

Fudge patted his thigh in satisfaction, "Yes, yes, that's it!"

"..."

Anton exchanged glances with Anna with a strange expression. That's why he came to Fudge this time.

Fudge asked the house-elf to pack up the documents on the table, found a magic camera, and took a picture of Anton solemnly handing over the "pleading letter" to himself.

"tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow it will be on the front page of Today's Prophet."

"It will detail how I was moved by your sincerity."

"Leave the rest to me. Don't worry, I guarantee that everything will be perfect." Fudge laughed, "Don't worry, I understand."

Xiu'er, what do you know?

Anton looked helplessly at Fudge, who had a lot of inner drama, and shook his head.