The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

As a result, the entire wizarding world is a huge mess for Scrimgeour, and even if he brings an Auror who really wants to do something for the wizarding world, he will be powerless.

Some Aurors even suggested that all the wizards who escaped from Diagon Alley be captured by violent means.

"Crazy?" He rubbed his bushy brown eyebrows, his lion-like calm face looked a little tired, "In this way, wouldn't it be more... more evidence that the Ministry of Magic is negligent?"

In the end, under the discussion, I had no choice but to give up, and made some new propaganda remarks.

Scrimgeour believed that all of this was due to the former Ministry of Magic, and what he needed to do was to let the wizards regain their trust in the Ministry of Magic, which was the top priority.

It was a good idea, but he never realized that Voldemort and Fudge were just the fuse.

"Then we must arrest some people, right? Otherwise, it will appear that the Ministry of Magic is negligent... In this way, arrest those people who made trouble during the propaganda!"

That's the truth, something has to be done to give the public the impression that 'the Ministry of Magic worked hard during the war'.

Scrimgeour remembered being thrown in the trash by the wizards in Diagon Alley when he read the "Hard Times" speech, saying "We are servants of the people and will defend their liberties as always."

"The office for the detection and confiscation of counterfeit defensive spells and protective equipment is in charge of Arthur." He threw away those thoughts, and then continued.

Arthur, who was dozing off beside him, was suddenly promoted after touching the fish?

Arthur Weasley, who was awakened by the violent applause, didn't know what happened for a while, but awkwardly piled up friendly smiles on his congratulatory colleagues.

"You stay with the Muggle Prime Minister as an advisor." Scrimgeour said to Fudge at the end of the long table in a commanding tone, "I don't have time now, another one... will be convenient for conveying the news"

"Uh--" Fudge drawled a long nasal voice.

He tried to force a smile, but he never succeeded. Instead, he smiled wryly like a patient suffering from toothache.

When he left, he seemed to be stepping on broken glass with his bare feet, in the heat that made people lose consciousness, until he walked out of the conference hall, he also moved mechanically like a marionette.

"Yo~ Isn't this the minister?"

When Fudge just walked out of the Ministry of Magic, turned into the alley of his house, and opened the door, there was a voice behind him that he loved and hated.

"It's - it's you?!" He turned around with some horror, "I'm not a minister now... thanks to you!"

"Tsk tsk...for me, for us...you are the real minister"

The long golden-white hair floated out from the corner, and the arrogant and frivolous voice told Fudge that it was Lucius Malfoy hiding there. Of course, he was not the only one who came .

Fudge's trip was just to pack his luggage, but he didn't expect that the other party had been waiting here for a long time.

Maybe it's Malfoy's superb speech skills, always able to say things that make Fudge happy.

"My lord minister...Look at your current appearance. How about your prestige? How about your air?" He actually stretched out his hand and wiped the dust off Fudge's shoulders, but this slight movement made Fudge tremble.

what will they do

Fudge circled the question in his mind: Are they going to kill me?Want to threaten me? ?

"No-whatever you want to do, I won't give in!" He was pushed back by Malfoy and another handsome man, with his back against the door of his house.

Malfoy took a step back, giving him a little sense of security: "They killed your deputy minister, and they incited the mob to blow you down... We have been with you from the beginning to the end!"

Luckily, Umbridge couldn't speak, and had already kicked off to see Death.

"I've said it all, I'm not a minister anymore! I'm a Muggle consultant now!!" Fudge suddenly felt an unexplainable anger.

The young man next to Malfoy was familiar to him, but at the same time he was sure that he had never seen it before, and judging from Lucius' respectful appearance, he had a lot of background.

"You follow your... Dark Lord to hell!"

"Dark Lord?" Lucius Malfoy shook his head, turning sideways to make room for Tom, "allow me to introduce... this is the real lord, as I said, we have always supported your"

Speaking with conscience, the pure-blood family did support Fudge all the time when he took office.

On the contrary, Dumbledore and some Aurors have always opposed his policies.

"What the hell are you playing?" Fudge drew his wand, blushing, and pointed at them.

But the two opponents were not at all displeased with Fudge's behavior. To be precise, they didn't even take Fudge seriously, as if even if he struck first, it wouldn't cause any harm.

This is a kind of confidence in one's own strength.

"We just want to make a small deal... help us, Minister, the wizarding world, it's still yours." Tom's smile, matched with his handsome face, seemed so hopeful that the other party would trust him.

Even Scrimgeour, Fudge could vouch, was in some ways less trustworthy than he.

It's so easy to give someone a... inner 'want to believe'.

Umbridge was killed by Cyrus and Hermione, and he himself was knocked down by the other party... Malfoy's voice echoed in Fudge's heart, which was very unpleasant.

Even if Voldemort threatened him with the life of a Muggle to stand aside, he didn't stand there, not because Fudge wanted to resist Voldemort, but because of some specific factors: no matter how many Muggles are killed, what does it have to do with me?

Isn't it the Muggle Prime Minister who has a headache?

Voldemort didn't know Fudge well, so he used it in the wrong way.

"Let's go, Lucius, let's see Mr. Minister for a ride." Riddle said modestly, "After this trip, I don't know when we will meet next time... The dignified minister is reduced to running errands for Muggles, It's really..."

"We can't coexist with them, Mr. Fudge~" Malfoy nodded again and again.

At the risk of being discovered by the Aurors, they came to the wizard's residence, as if to send Fudge a special trip.

'them'?What... Muggles or Cyrus and Hermione, or Dumbledore?As if being pushed and shoved by the two people behind him, Fudge dragged his luggage to the fire.

Except for the Death Eaters, no one really seemed to care about him anymore. Fudge looked around the living room out of the corner of his eye, expecting some people to see him off in the corner.

"Look...our interests are always the same"

In Fudge's hut, there was only a group of emerald green flames flickering rapidly. Malfoy thought thoughtfully, he felt it deeply, and then became more respectful.

"Voldemort was nothing the moment I saw you..."

"Lucius, don't think I don't know what's going on in your minds." Riddle's grasp of people's hearts is even more chilling than Voldemort's, "I don't mind being a weapon...but at the same time, let me see Qualified as a sword wielder~”

"Don't dare..." Lucius bent even lower, as if he was about to kneel down in the next second.

"Look, Muggles have drug dealers, they have capital... wizards have you, the combined interests are the most powerful force, isn't it?"

Only benefit is eternal.