Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

"The Arms Dealer from Hogwarts ()"!

"Before answering this question, first I want to ask you a question..."

Jemini lowered his head, rubbed his index finger lightly against the tip of his nose, and asked with a smile, "Is it any good for me to be this minister?"

"Benefits?" Fudge was stunned by his question.

"Yes, the benefits." Jemini made an analogy: "The reason why human beings pursue something is because of desire, power, wealth, honor, beauty, if I become a minister in the future, this position What can you bring me? Don't talk about the nonsense of deceiving children like contributing to society. Since you asked, we might as well be frank with each other."

"Of course it's power, boy." Fudge asked tentatively, "Aren't you interested?"

Jemini shook his head and smiled: "I guess the person you want to ask is not me, but whether Professor Dumbledore is interested in your position, right?"

Fudge pursed his lips, his eyes moved a little erratically from Jemini's face, and then moved back again, his face full of embarrassment that his thoughts had been pierced.

"No interest, whether it's Dumbledore or me." Jemini said, rolling his eyes.

"Really?" Fudge didn't seem to believe Jemini's words very much.

The corners of Jemini's mouth curled up: "As the largest official in the British Ministry of Magic, you should know better than anyone that the essence of power is violence, and the strong rise of two Dark Lords in a hundred years is not enough for you to see it clearly. Is it?"

"For those who are capable, who can pull up a force that is not inferior to the Ministry of Magic with just a wave of their arms, what's the difficulty of becoming a Minister? Professor Dumbledore has been nominated twice for Magic Minister, you shouldn't be ignorant, right? To put it bluntly, your mentality towards him is just lust for power."

"As for me..." Jemini couldn't help laughing: "Perhaps it may be arrogant to say that, but I'm not boasting, Mr. Minister, why should I be interested in an organization that I can destroy at will?"

Fudge's face shuddered: "This is very unreasonable, child... If that's the case, why didn't you do that?"

"Because the existence of the Ministry of Magic is just necessary, whether it is in my opinion or in Professor Dumbledore's view, it is the same."

"The society is not functioning, the economy is not circulating, where will my wealth come from? The current situation is turbulent, the girls are afraid to go out, where will my women come from? The public sector is deserted, the Quidditch World Cup cannot be held, where will my fun come from? ?"

"Someone has to worry about these things, right? And the Ministry of Magic is responsible for these things."

"In fact, I would guess that being a shopkeeper at Honeydukes might be more attractive to Professor Dumbledore than being a minister at the Ministry of Magic."

Jemini crossed his fingers and crossed Erlang's legs leisurely: "Anyway, I'm not very interested in power, but even if I am interested, I have to worry about other people's affairs all day long, and I have to spend time eating with the girls. Then I would like to thank Bumin, after all, even if I am not a minister, no one dares to go against my wishes."

"And what if the wishes of the Ministry of Magic go against yours?" Fudge couldn't help asking.

As soon as the words came out, Fudge couldn't help but want to slap himself.

"How long do you think it will take me to replace the top management of the Ministry of Magic?" Jemini asked with a smile: "Half an hour, an hour?"

"Dumbledore won't let you do that." Fudge looked a little embarrassed.

"You just regarded him as an imaginary enemy for your position, sir." The corners of Jemini's mouth curled up: "Do you think it would be nice if Dumbledore really wanted to be a minister? At least he wouldn't use it. my way."

Fudge's face became more and more ugly, and he even had the urge to take out his wand.

"Of course, I'm just talking. Just like what I've always believed in, being tough is not necessarily a good thing. Seeking common ground while reserving differences is a reasonable and healthy development."

Jemini waved his hand to signal Fudge to calm down, with a gentle smile on his face: "I'm not an unreasonable person, in my opinion, the things we pursue are not in conflict, and we reserve different opinions. Cooperation for common interests is the perfect solution.”

"And you see... if you and I reach a consensus and cooperate with each other, not only can I get the convenience provided by the Ministry of Magic, but if there is something that is difficult to solve, the Ministry of Magic can also seek my help, whether it is financial, or In terms of strength, we can all achieve a win-win situation.”

Fudge's face softened only then, and he nodded slightly, feeling that what Jemini said was reasonable.

When many things are not specified, it is difficult for the two sides to reach an understanding and consensus.

But like Fudge, when facing Jemini directly alone, he can think calmly about Jemini's words, and the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks that Jemini's words make sense.

The inferiority of human beings is like this. They can't go away, and they rush backwards. If they want to get rid of this inferiority, they either promise benefits or put a knife around their necks.

Jemini was humane, so he put the knife around Fudge's neck as he promised benefits.

Treating guests, beheading them, accepting them as dogs.

Maybe at first, Fudge might be a little reluctant, after all, Jemini didn't treat guests, but after getting used to it, he would feel that there is nothing wrong with being a dog.

With one-handed radish and one-handed stick, Jemini is very good at playing.

What Fudge didn't see was that on the wall behind him, the portraits of the ministers who were dozing were all sneering.

Not to Jemini, but to Fudge.

Fudge's desire for power and suspicion of Dumbledore made them despised, and after he was pinched by the fourteen-year-old Jemini, the ministers despised him even more.

But there is no way. The current owner of this office is Fudge. They really can't express their attitude. Just like the portraits in the principal's office only obey the principal's orders, they also need to obey the minister's instructions.

Interestingly, there is also a portrait of Phineas here, who is leaning against the frame and giving Jemini a thumbs up, if not for the circumstances, he would even praise Jemini aloud.

Jemini Kwon didn't see him.

This guy really sucks the dog...

Continue to chat with Fudge for a while, and then took out 10,000 Galleons as sponsorship funds for the Triwizard Tournament. When Jemini left, Fudge's face was full of smiles, with a wrinkled smile like a chrysanthemum blooming.

There are still very few prodigals like Sirius who are willing to spend 100,000 Galleons. In the magic world of this era, the sponsorship of 10,000 Galleons is enough to make Fudge leak out his back molars with a smile.

So much so that when Jemini left, he kept pulling Jemini and wanted to have lunch together, and Jemini reluctantly rejected his enthusiasm in the name of having an appointment with a beautiful woman.

What, refusing to have lunch with the Minister of Magic in order to date a girl?

Very good, this kind of free and easy character, I appreciate it very much.

Looking at the back of Jemini leaving, Fudge thought with relief.

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