Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

"Sirius Black, how have you been recently?" Fudge smiled and greeted Sirius.

He put on a look that two people are familiar with, but in fact only seen several times, and it is not a happy memory.

"Not bad, the outside is always stronger than Azkaban." Sirius said coldly.

"I am relieved to see you now. I regret that I didn't help me in the past. I didn't go through a fair trial and I made a conclusion. You know that it is all that people advocate." Fudge said, he said, sorry, to raise a small family. The elf glanced in the direction. It was the position of Batty Crouch. "My father and I were very good friends. You have something to come to me. In fact, there is always a vacancy in the Auror office. As long as you like, this is not to say!"

As a post-war tragedy hero, Sirius is now highly regarded among the general public in the magic world.

Pulling Sirius and letting him become an Auror in the Ministry of Magic is in the interest of Fudge.

Needless to say, the Black family, as the oldest family of pure-blood wizards, has a strong network and wealth.

"I will consider it!" said Sirius.

After receiving a satisfactory response, Fudge’s eyes turned to Ai Wen.

"Dear Ai Wen, I am very happy to meet you here. I just saw the advertisement for your newspaper. It is great!"

He held Ai Wen's hand kindly like his father and asked him coldly.

After a few minutes, Fudge returned to his position.

"He and your father are friends?" Aiwen asked, sitting down.

"Monetary relations, like the pure-blood wizards of my parents, they are friends with almost all the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic. They are used to donating large and large Jin Jialong to these politicians to help them pass the bill that is beneficial to them. Sirius said disdainfully, "One of my ancestors tried to force the Ministry of Magic to pass a bill to let the witch hunter and kill the Muggle legalization. This is probably the case."

This is indeed ridiculous, but it is in line with the interests and traditions of the pure blood wizarding family.

Old-fashioned pure-blood families like the Black family, who always try to hide behind the scenes, use wealth and family as weapons, skillfully use the people in front of the stage to defend their interests, and threaten other wizards to obey their orders.

This model has been running very well for the past few centuries.

Until the appearance of Voldemort, these pure blood wizards found themselves playing.

In the early days of Voldemort's rise, there were many pure-blooded wizard families supporting him.

Like Sirius’ parents, they are proud of their son becoming a Death Eater.

They agree with Voldemort's philosophy that the status of a pure blood wizard is supreme.

But when Voldemort gradually revealed his nature and murdered everywhere, these pure-blood wizard families began to fear.

The relationship between the two sides changed from an ally to a servant, and the pure-blood wizard family became a tool for Voldemort's expansion.

No one dares to oppose him, and no one dares to quit.

The Death Eaters are not the ones you want to join and you can quit at any time.

The only end to the violation of the Dark Lord's will is death.

In addition to its demise, this road has no end.

This is why many veteran blood wizard families have breathed a sigh of relief after Voldemort failed.

Although after the war, their power and control over the magic world was not as good as before.

However, this is much better than following Voldemort’s frenzied demise.

Just then, another representative of the pure blood wizard family, the Malfoy family entered the box.

Lucius Malfoy, like the past, looked at everyone in the box with a high attitude and squinting.

His cold gray-blue eyes stayed on Avon and Sirius for a while, and quickly moved away.

There was a sneer on the pale pointed face, which made him look very arrogant.

Behind him is Draco Malfoy and his mother Narcissa Malfoy.

"Ah, Fudge!" Lucius quickly walked over to the Minister of Magic and reached out. "Hello, I think you haven't seen my wife Narcissa yet, and our son Decora."

"Hello, hello!" said Fudge, laughing and swearing at Mrs. Malfoy. "Please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oberlank, Mr. Obaronsk, the minister of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic. It doesn't matter, he doesn't understand what I'm talking about anyway. Let me see who else, do you know Sirius Black?"

"Of course!" Lucius went to Sirius with a malicious look, saying in a pretentious tone, "I was surprised, actually let him out."

"Oh, Black is innocent, we have proved this!" Fudge did not understand what he was saying. "Everything is done by the evil little dwarf Peter. Who can think that he is the culprit!"

“Yes!” Lucius said softly. “But I think that some dangerous guys don’t even have it”

"Malfoy, if you want to fight, I am always there!" Sirius shouted.

His voice is very loud, and everyone in the box is looking at it.

"Lucius doesn't mean this, Sirius, I think you misunderstood, don't mind!" Fudge said in a panic. "Lucius recently donated a lot of money to the St. Mungo Magical Injury Hospital. He is the VIP I invited!"

It was Jin Jialong, and Ai Wen suddenly understood what Sirius had said.

It seems that it is really simple to become a friend of Fudge, as long as there is a large sum of gold.

As long as the magic stone is transformed into a function of turning a stone into gold, then controlling the Ministry of Magic does not seem to be a difficult thing.

Under Fudge’s gaze, Lucius Malfoy did not say anything extraordinarily.

He looked at Sirius with sarcasm and everyone in the row of seats.

This feeling is like being stared by a poisonous snake.

Then he walked to his seat.

Draco Malfoy followed his father and glanced at Evan, Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Someone stepped closer to the box, and when everyone was full, Ludo Bagman rushed in.

“Are everyone ready?” His round face shone like a huge spherical cheese. “Minister, can you start?”

"You said it started at the beginning, Ludo." Fudge said with awkwardness.

Ludo nodded and pulled out his wand and pointed at his throat. "The voice is loud!"

The next second, what he said was like thunder, and it resounded the whole stadium.

His voice echoed above their heads and loudly passed to every corner of the stands. (To be continued.)