Chapter 858 He Steals My Lines!

Generally speaking, Anton's habitual approach is to run away after pretending to be aggressive.

But it was very embarrassing at this time, the friends were all here, it would be very strange for Anton to leave, and he would make them very embarrassed.

Usually at this time...

Anton's best partner, the winky Fudge, is on his way.

"Director Weasley is right!"

Minister Fudge stood up, screaming with excitement.

"I think I will continue to preside over this meeting. Director Weasley, please don't get excited and go back to your seat first." Fuji's momentum suddenly rose, and he hurriedly walked to a small round table next to the judgment table in the courtroom , tore off the record file from the meeting recorder's desk, flipped through it, turned his head and looked at everyone sincerely.

"I think it is necessary for us to discuss whether our British Ministry of Magic is capable of hosting the 'Top 100 Tournament'."

Good guy.

You mentioned the topic of this conference very acrimoniously.

Anton raised his eyebrows and walked towards the corner where his little friend was sitting. The little wizards were very excited, especially Harry, who excitedly said to Anton, "Yes, that's the way it should be done. If they don't do it, some people will do it!"

Draco had a strange expression on the side, and wanted to say that Anton really wanted to go to the Magical Congress of the United States to hold the "Top 100 Contest", and then he might not have to come back, and the hostility towards him would definitely be great.

Of course, no one would think of forcing Anton to go to the Magical Congress of America.

Like that, it probably also represents the glorious end of the British Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore was old. The very existence of this great wizard guaranteed the glory of the British Ministry of Magic for more than a hundred years, but it was foreseeable that the next such figure would be Anthony Weasley.

But Anthony Weasley is obviously different from Dumbledore. Although Dumbledore is strong in some places, he doesn't like to overturn the table like Anton.

Is this the sense of responsibility that a top wizard should have?

ah?

It hurts.

No matter which side it is at this moment, I am afraid that they have to think carefully about how to get along with Anthony Weasley, a rising star. He is not a person who obeys the rules like Dumbledore.

The most troublesome part is that Anthony Weasley, a wizard who is not good at political games, actually found a collaborator like Cornelius Fudge, which made everyone even more troublesome.

"First, let me see..."

While flipping through the minutes of the meeting, Fudge yelled loudly, "Oh, someone here has asked a question. The current situation is changing so fast, and the Muggles have become extremely nervous because of things in New York. Today, such a large-scale gathering is destined to bring the whole world together. The wizarding elites of the world are all attracted here. If a nuclear bomb explodes on the playing field at this time, will the wizarding history be completely over?"

The minister of the Ministry of Magic, who had just been suffocated to death, now had a face full of pride and ferocity, and his eyes were fixed on old Barty.

"Mr. Barty Crouch, as the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, what do you think about this? Do you have any plans to avoid this terrible occurrence? Do you have any effective suggestions?"

Old Batty clenched his fist vigorously, his face was full of anger, this question was raised by himself to question Anthony Weasley just now, and now he is asking him the other way around?

"Mr. Crouch, why don't you speak?" Fudge became more and more imposing, his voice was getting higher and higher, and he stared at Old Barty coldly, "Could it be that you are too old and your stiff head can no longer think Any way? Then maybe we should have a better Director of International Magical Cooperation, who wouldn't just sit there as a 'no, no, no' statue, but…"

Before he could finish his words, Old Barty stood up vigorously and roared, "Minister Fudge!"

Fudge took a step back in fright, looked back at Anton who was chatting with his friends, and looked at Old Batty with his chest straightened out, "Why, don't you mean that time is too tight and things are too big , You need to think about it slowly, you just didn't give Director Weasley a little time to think."

"I think, as the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, you should have a foresight judgment on this kind of issue? What do you think?"

Merlin's beard, this man stole my lines, he stole my lines!

Old Batty was almost out of anger, he was panting, his lungs heaved violently, and everyone around him was afraid that he might go berserk at any time.

In the end, Old Batty just struggled to show an ugly smile, barely maintaining the elegance of the ancient nobleman, "No, Minister, you speak too fast, I just hope you can give me a chance to answer."

Fudge stared at him for a long time, then suddenly laughed, very peacefully, "Oh, Director Crouch, sit down, sit down and talk, we have a lot of time to talk about this issue slowly, I think it must be a big deal The issue requires everyone's wisdom to discuss together."

As he spoke, he simply shook the meeting minutes in his hand, chuckled, and threw it back to the recorder, then sat down on the seat next to the recorder, and turned his head to stare at Old Barty.

Now, it seems like a good time to tear off this nasty guy.

But Fudge also has his own worries. After the old Batty goes down, his power is still there, and there will be a lot of voices against him because of this.

This is okay in normal times, compromise and game, back and forth, benefits will appear.

But not now. Now that Anton is going to hold the "Top 100 Contest", he must pay more attention to the stable operation of the Ministry of Magic.

Otherwise, if something goes wrong in the end, Old Batty will definitely take the opportunity to make trouble, and then he will definitely blame himself for everything.

Absolutely not!

Fudge can count on the awesome title of holding the Top 100 Tournament for the first time to completely establish his authority in the Ministry of Magic.

What a great opportunity, what a good candidate for the old Batty to fight the pot, whoever raised the question, who is responsible! Hehe, he, Fudge, is going to characterize this issue today!

Although Old Batty hated him, even though he threatened his position all the time, he still had to make some compromises.

At this time, the best result should be to suppress the momentum of these people and help Anton hold this event smoothly.

Fudge did not forget his original intention, glanced at the minutes of the meeting from the corner of the eye, and pondered whether the next target would be Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office who raised security issues, or Director Foley, who guaranteed the superiority of the local area.

Don't rush, take your time, one by one.

Fudge tried hard to suppress the joy in his heart, and felt that cooperating with Anton was not too good.

Dumbledore looked at the scene of being led by Fudge to a harmonious negotiation with some emotion, thinking about whether he was not tough enough in the past, which caused many things to be unable to be implemented.

Could it be that these people are actually cheap bones?

Old Deng inexplicably had such a strange idea.

And this Fudge...

It seems that it is not bad to use.

At this moment, Lupine quietly walked to his side, approached him and whispered, "Anton said that if Fudge is not obedient, the end may be death."

Dumbledore frowned, lost in thought.

Finally nodded, looked at these faces in the conference room silently, feeling the beating thoughts and thoughts of the "Inspiriting"...

"Let's go."

He stood up directly and walked out, ignoring the meeting that gradually began to discuss the safety of the game.

And here, Anton was also discussing with his friends about the competition and the evening school. As they talked, everyone's focus was more on the evening school textbooks that were being sorted out.

"Let's leave too." Anton felt that the place was too noisy.

With the departure of Dumbledore and Anton, the lively atmosphere in the entire conference room suddenly stagnated, and fell into a very strange silence, so quiet that one could hear the sound of breathing.

In the end, Fudge chuckled, stood up and shouted, "The meeting continues, let's discuss about the competition..."