After Cornelius Fudge returned to his ministerial office, he slumped down in the armchair behind his desk, put his hand to his forehead, and recalled what had happened not long ago.
His original plan to award himself the Order of Merlin, First Class had completely fallen through half an hour ago. Except for the few who had been informed in advance, most of the Wizengamot members believed that he was not qualified to have an Order of Merlin, and that the reason for the award, which was to contribute to the peace of the wizarding world, was ridiculous.
hateful!
Haven't I contributed anything to the peace of the wizarding world
The more Fudge thought about it, the angrier he became. What right did those guys have to deny his efforts
Ever since Fudge became the Minister of Magic, he has been working diligently and is busy until very late every day before he can go home to rest. He has also been working hard to raise donations for St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, so that the wizarding world can maintain peace and stability. Even the crime rate is lower than before. Isn't this the result of his own hard work
Just then, there was a knock on the office door.
"Come in!"
Fudge frowned slightly and composed himself.
The office door was opened. Fudge looked up and saw a paper airplane flying in from the wooden door and landing on the desk in front of him. His assistant helped to close the door again.
"Who sent the letter?"
Fudge picked up the paper airplane, opened it, looked at the sender, and frowned slightly.
The letter mentioned a name, a spell, and three things.
As soon as Fudge finished reading the letter, the paper suddenly caught fire, which scared him. The letter fell from his fingertips and turned into a pile of ashes on the desk.
"Pretending to be a ghost!" Fudge muttered, recalling the contents of the letter, and murmured: "They must be crazy!"
Someone was planning to send a Muggle wizard to the Wizengamot.
It's not that Fudge discriminates against Muggle wizards, but there has never been such a precedent in the Wizengamot.
He knew very well that if this matter was brought up, the entire Wizengamot would be in chaos.
There are many stubborn guys in the Ministry of Magic who don't like Muggle wizards, but... Albert Anderson, this name is actually not unfamiliar to Fudge, he helped Britain win the International Wizard Chess Championship a while ago, and he is said to be a very powerful and talented wizard.
What shocked Fudge was that this Muggle wizard named Albert Anderson seemed to know quite a few powerful wizards, otherwise his name would not have been brought to his attention today.
Is that guy really a Muggle wizard
Fudge was skeptical.
There are many wizards who have given up their wizarding identities and live in the Muggle world.
That guy might be the descendant of that group of people.
As for the human-form restoration spell mentioned in the letter, Fudge still had some understanding of it.
Not long ago, this matter caused a lot of controversy. Some people said that if this spell was really effective, it would be equivalent to the deterrent effect of the Patronus Charm on Dementors, and werewolves would no longer be able to pose a threat to wizards.
At least the situation could be controlled, and even Fudge had to admit that anyone who could restore the spell would be eligible for an Order of Merlin medal.
If the Ministry of Magic dared to object, those who opposed would be drowned in spit, just like no one dared to stop Damocles from receiving an Order of Merlin medal, even though werewolves could not afford the expensive wolfsbane potion.
It's all Gilderoy Lockhart's fault. That damn liar almost let such an important spell be lost.
Fudge had no sympathy for Gilderoy Lockhart's miserable end, and even felt a little gloating, but the Ministry of Magic did not take back Lockhart's Order of Merlin.
Once the matter gets out, wouldn't it be a slap in the face
Gilderoy Lockhart's Order of Merlin was awarded to him by Fudge after he came to power. If this matter were known to other people, God knows how those unscrupulous editors would write about it in the newspapers.
Fudge took a deep breath, knowing that he had no choice. If he wanted to get the Sir Merlin badge, he had to agree to endorse this matter and let it go smoothly.
In fact, once Albert Anderson really regained the ability to restore his human form and made the spell public, it would mean that he would definitely get an Order of Merlin.
As for whether the other party could become a candidate for the Wizengamot, the possibility was not small. He knew that this was copying Dumbledore's path, but with the other party's ability, Fudge had no doubt that Albert Anderson could do it.
Fudge knew that if he firmly denied it, he would get nothing.
If the other party is willing to talk to him, it means that their circle has already agreed to this matter, and even Albert Anderson is already a member of that circle. So will Dumbledore support it
It's very likely.
After all, a large part of their circles overlapped, which meant that more than two-thirds of the Wizengamot members would probably agree, so it would be meaningless even if he disagreed.
Fudge slumped back in his chair after realizing this. He hated the feeling of powerlessness.
After a long time, Fudge patted his cheek, cheered himself up, and began to write to the other party, expressing his agreement with this matter, and said that he would raise a donation for St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries to give himself the opportunity to win the Order of Merlin.
As for who to ask for donations, Fudge already had someone in mind: his generous old friend, but it was not easy to convince Malfoy.
No one would volunteer such a large sum of money for charity unless there was profit to be made.
Fudge knew he needed to sound out the other party first.
A few days later, Fudge invited his old friend Lucius to his home for dinner and talked about the recent difficulties faced by St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
Lucius naturally understood. He had expected this when he accepted Fudge's invitation. He tactfully said that it was not a small amount of money, but it was not something that could not be considered.
During the meal, Lucius asked about Sirius Black, hinting that the Black family had a huge fortune and that the direct heir of the Black family had been imprisoned in Azkaban prison for more than ten years.
Most wizards who stay in Azkaban for too long will eventually go crazy and die in prison. If Sirius Black dies, the direct line of the Black family will be extinct, and there are only a few left in the collateral line. The number of people who are truly qualified to share the inheritance can be counted on one hand, and the majority will probably go to the Malfoy family because the other Bellatrist is still in prison.
All right!
Both Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange are imprisoned in Azkaban, so it is unclear whether they can get a share of the inheritance.
Fudge probably knew what Lucius meant, and agreed to help him keep an eye on Black's situation.
No one was allowed to visit Azkaban prison, but the Minister of Magic was apparently not one of them.
Fudge understood and said with a smile that he would go to Azkaban for inspection another day and could help him check on Black's situation.
If Sirius Black really went crazy, it would actually be a good thing to be released early. Azkaban prison is not a place for people to stay.
Fudge actually didn't care about Black's life or death. He only cared about whether he could get the Order of Merlin.
What's more, Blake was not a good man. He was a vicious criminal and it was better to die than to die.