As usual, Fudge was losing sleep again. ．．
Sitting up from the wide wooden bed, Fudge felt that it was difficult for him to fall asleep again. These days, he was extremely exhausted physically and mentally. After waking up, he could only stare at the empty bedside in silence.
He felt he could be up and running, in fact he felt that as Minister for Magic he was doing a lot more work than his predecessor, spending more time on his cause than his predecessor. Of course, there is another possibility. He is unwilling to admit that he is too incompetent, which is the biggest reason why he needs to use his leisure time for work.
Now he had to shave his beard first, these days he was fighting fires like a firefighter in the Muggle world, and he didn't have time to take care of his image. Not long ago, Dumbledore made another protest against the dementors he had placed in the school in his official capacity as the principal rather than in private.
The dementors also stated that they suffered a massacre at Hogwarts, and threatened that if they could not get an explanation for them, they would not compromise.
Without waking his wife, he tiptoed out of bed, put on his slippers, and walked across the hallway to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, he looked at himself carefully, he was no longer young, the affairs of the past few days had made his face whiter, and it was no longer the pure gray before, with deep sunken eye sockets and a little blood in the eyeballs It shows that his sleep quality is not good, and he has a slightly bulging belly. He likes to exercise on weekdays, but since that Black escaped from prison, his free time has been lost, and everything has changed. Azkaban Defenses are questioned, dementors give him trouble everywhere, even Dumbledore, his authority starts to be questioned (actually it never really existed), there are headaches everywhere thing.
He is now hesitating on which side he should be tougher with Dumbledore and the dementors, and which side should show a little favor.
From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to give in to Dumbledore. When he first came to power, he really didn't have much confidence in his own ability, so he often asked Dumbledore for advice, but after staying in this ministerial position for a long time, his confidence also slowed down. grew slowly. He still consulted Dumbledore, but the number of times gradually decreased. He believed that he was capable of being the minister. He's infatuated with what it's like to be Minister of Magic and what the position has brought him.
Going to ask Dumbledore again always made Fudge feel inferior, as if he was back in the student days, he himself was a student and Dumbledore was a teacher.
This kind of contrast makes him who is used to sitting in a high position extremely resistant.
In comparison, this group of dementors is much easier to manage. Only in this group of monsters can he truly appreciate his sense of superiority in IQ.
"Bang bang bang." There was a series of knocking sounds from the glass windows of the bathroom, which annoyed him. He walked over and found that it was an owl making trouble again.
How long has it been since he became a minister without using an owl
Although he turned to the camp of pure-blood families in order to gain better support, he has to say that he thinks Muggle things are still very useful, and electric lights and phones are very convenient. Who gave this suggestion to him? coming
Is it the kid from the Lucius family? Having let himself bleed a lot last time, Fudge was very impressed with the boy.
Thoughts were spinning quickly in his head, and he didn't stay idle, he walked over and opened the window, thinking that if it was a letter of praise written to him by his admirer, he would forgive the sender.
Unfortunately, when he finished reading the letter, he immediately fell on the bathroom floor, his eyes darkened, but he didn't faint immediately. Reason told him that if he fainted now, his political career would be completely over .
In fact, it is almost the same now.
The letter was written by his subordinates, and first explained the reason why the owl was used - because the phone could not be connected due to arrears, and in order to show the urgency of the incident, it was explained that the owl and manpower could only be used to rush to his home at the same time , Whoever arrives first and who gets the notification shall prevail. After almost no time, he heard knocks on the door outside the house.
But now his legs are a little weak, and he doesn't even have the strength to stand up.
The gist of the letter can be summed up in one sentence: "The Dementor collective strike disappeared, and Azkaban fell into chaos." This news knocked him out like a sap.
"That group of inferior creatures, how dare they! How dare they!" He roared, his eyes were red and his veins were exposed, and the elegant demeanor he showed in order to win over the masses had long been thrown out of the sky. .
"There is still a chance, there is still a chance, as long as that person arrives in time, I still have a chance." Suddenly, he seemed to have found some life-saving straw again, and began to whisper to himself, and the strength in his legs seemed to return He stood up, and moved step by step towards the door with all his strength.
Dumbledore is now his only hope!
If he now knew that the only hope in his heart was one of the instigators of this incident, he didn't know how he would feel.
Time rewinds to a few hours ago.
After Dumbledore expelled and eliminated the dementors who forcibly broke into Hogwarts, he immediately returned to his office, randomly pulled out a quill from the pen case, and began to scratch on a piece of parchment. He began to write in a rustle, frowning from time to time, and occasionally pushing his own glasses. For an old man, sitting and writing for a long time is not an easy task. After a long time, he finally Putting down the pen, looking at the slender, circled cursive characters on the parchment, he let out a long breath.
Dumbledore himself is not keen on power, at least for now, so he doesn't like to spend time on unnecessary "etiquette".
Dumbledore prefers "long conversations", but Fudge has grown to hate this method of communication, so he can only choose a more formal way to communicate with him.
Anyone in the circle must abide by the rules of the game, and he is no exception. His identity is the headmaster of Hogwarts. And the other party is the Minister of Magic, which is not only fame and aura, but also shackles and restrictions.
He couldn't do whatever he wanted, and even this communication had to be formalized in writing.
In fact, he really hoped to wipe out all the dementors, they were useless to other creatures, but if he really did, there would be even bigger disputes on Fudge's side.
"Hey, is your head hurting again? Every time you encounter a problem, you always go to tease your bird." The portrait hanging on the wall moved his lips, and his voice was a little gloomy and hoarse. He was Sirius Black His great-great-grandfather was once headmaster of Hogwarts.
"Correct me, this is the phoenix," Dumbledore explained solemnly, pacing around the desk to the perch, and then his brows stretched, and he stretched out his slender arms , moved a bit, then took out his wand, and summoned a group of gorgeous flames at the tip of the wand. (To be continued.) Announcement: Biquge app Android, Apple special version, bid farewell to all advertisements, please follow the WeChat official account to download and install appxsyd (press and hold for three seconds to copy)