Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

As usual, Fudge lost sleep again. ? Eight? One Chinese? ≤≤≤≤=≈≈≠≥

Sitting up from the large wooden bed, Fudge felt that he could no longer fall asleep. He was exhausted these days. After waking up, he could only stare at the empty bedside and stay silent.

He felt he could get up and do business, in fact he felt that as Minister of Magic, he was more industrious than his predecessor, and he spent more time on his career than his predecessor. Of course, there is also a possibility that he is not willing to admit that he is too incompetent, which is the biggest reason why he needs to use his leisure time for work.

Now he has to shave first, and these days he is fighting fires like a fireman in a Muggle world, and he has no time to take care of his image. It wasn't long ago that Dumbledore, in his official capacity as headmaster rather than a private person, made another protest against the dementors he had placed at the school.

And the Dementors also said that they suffered a massacre at Hogwarts, and if they couldn't get an explanation for them, they would not compromise and other threats.

Without waking his wife, he tiptoed out of bed, put on his slippers, and walked across the corridor 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 him a lot whiter. It was no longer the pure gray before, with deep concave eye sockets and a little blood in the eyeballs. It means that his sleep quality is not good, and he has a slightly bulging belly. He likes to exercise on weekdays, but since that Blake escaped, his free time has been lost, everything has changed, Azkaban's Defenses are being questioned, Dementors are getting him in trouble everywhere, even Dumbledore's head, his authority is being questioned (which hasn't really existed at all), there are headaches everywhere thing.

He was now hesitating on which side he should be tougher with Dumbledore and the Dementors, and which side he should be slightly nicer.

Speaking from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to be soft on Dumbledore. When he came to power, he really had no confidence in his own abilities, so he often asked Dumbledore for advice, but after staying in this ministerial position for a long time, his confidence also slowed down. growing slowly. He still consulted Dumbledore, but the number of times gradually decreased, and he believed that he was capable of being this minister. He was obsessed with what it was like to be Minister of Magic and everything the position brought him.

Going to ask Dumbledore again always made Fudge feel inferior, as if he was back in his student days, he himself was a student and Dumbledore was a teacher.

This sense of contrast made him very resistant to being used to sitting in a high position.

In contrast, this group of dementors is much easier to manage. Only from this group of monsters can he truly experience the superiority of his IQ.

"Bang bang bang.

"The sound of banging came from the glass windows of the bathroom one after another, annoyed him, and when he walked over, he realized that it was an owl again.

How long has it been since he became a minister without using an owl?

Although he turned to the pure-blood family in order to gain better support, he has to say that he thinks Muggle things are still very useful, and the electric lights and telephones are very convenient. Who gave him this advice? coming?

Is that the kid from the Lucius family? Last time he let himself bleed a lot, and Fudge was very impressed with the boy.

The thoughts in his mind turned quickly, and he was not idle. He walked over and opened the window. He thought that if it was a letter of praise written to him by his admirers, he would forgive the sender.

Unfortunately, after reading the letter, he immediately fell on the floor of the bathroom, his eyes darkened, but he did not faint immediately. Reason told him that if he passed out now, his political career would be completely over. .

Actually, it's almost there now.

The letter was written by his subordinates, first explaining the reason for using owls—the phone could not be connected because of arrears, and in order to show the urgency of the incident, he explained that he could only use owls and manpower to drive to his home at the same time. Come, whoever arrives first will be notified, and it is not long before he hears knocks on the door from 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 strike is gone, Azkaban is in chaos." The news knocked him out like a sap.

"That group of inferior creatures, how dare they! How dare!" He roared, his eyes were red, and his veins were exposed, and the elegance and demeanor he showed 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, and whispered to himself, the strength in his legs seemed to come back Now, stand up and use all your strength to move towards the door step by step.

Dumbledore was his only hope now!

If he now knew that the only hope in his heart was one of the initiators of this incident, he wondered how he would feel.

Back in time a few hours ago.

After expelling and destroying the Dementors who had forced their way into Hogwarts, Dumbledore immediately returned to his office, took a quill from the pen box at will, and began to sand on a piece of parchment. Writing rustlingly, frowning from time to time, and occasionally pushing his own pair of glasses, for an elderly person, sitting and writing for a long time is not an easy job. Putting down the pen, looking at the slender, circle-and-circle cursive characters on the parchment page, he let out a long breath.

Dumbledore himself wasn't keen on power, at least for now, so he didn't like spending time on unnecessary "ceremonies".

Dumbledore prefers "long conversations", but Fudge seems to hate this type of communication more and more, 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 cannot do as he pleases, and even this communication must be in formal written form.

In fact, he really hoped to wipe out all the dementors. In his opinion, this kind of creature was useless, but if he did, there would be a bigger dispute on Fudge's side.

"Hey, is your head hurting again? You always go to tease your bird every time you have a problem." The portrait hanging on the wall moved his lips, his voice was a little gloomy and hoarse, he was Sirius Black His great-great-grandfather was the headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Correct, this is a phoenix," Dumbledore explained solemnly, while pacing around the desk to the perch, then his brows stretched, and he opened his long arms , moved for a while, then took out his wand, and summoned a splendid flame at the tip of the wand. (To be continued.)