Hogwarts: The Dark Lord? No! Call Me Satan

"Horace's letter?" Fudge froze for a moment, then picked up the letter.

Such a letter from a very influential person in the magic world, even Fudge would not dare to neglect it!

Opening the letter, Fudge just glanced at it.

Then the whole person froze.

But I saw that it was written on the letter.

Dear Secretary Fudge:

It is my pleasure to recommend a true genius in Potions to you!

His talent is second to none even in the long history of magic.

He single-handedly changed the whole of potions, for the benefit of all us potionists.

Kyle Mephisto!

You must not be unfamiliar with this name!

I heard this kid is applying for the Order of Merlin, First Class!

To be honest, if this kid's contribution can't get this honor.

Who else is more qualified than him?

I don't think the Ministry of Magic will deny his achievements.

Yours faithfully: Horace Slughorn!

In fact, before Kyle was awarded the Order of Merlin, Second Class.

The relationship between Fudge and Slughorn is not to say that they are inseparable, but Chan can also be said to be relatively harmonious.

The two used to have a good chat at many banquets.

Fudge had originally thought that Slughorn's letter was an ordinary greeting or something.

But I never dreamed of it.

The other party actually wrote a letter specifically for Kyle, that blood demon?

The greatest potion talent in the history of magic?

Changed the whole of Potions by himself?

Just rely on that bear kid?

"Is Slughorn out of his mind like Dumbledore's 'Two Six Zero'?"

Fudge threw the letter on the table angrily.

He muttered to himself.

It's just that as the top Slughorn's letter was removed, the second letter on the pile of letters was also exposed.

On the cover of the letter was another name that Fudge could not ignore.

Herbert Spring!

Senior therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

In addition, he is an advice columnist on health issues for the Daily Prophet!

He has treated many patients and has a good reputation in the British magic circle.

According to rumors, he is a strong contender for the next director of Sheng Ge Magic Injury Hospital!

Seeing the name on the new envelope, Fudge had no choice but to open the letter again!

Spring's letter was much longer than Slughorn's.

The letter spends a lot of space praising Kyle...

Finally, at the end of the article, I also euphemistically mentioned about Kyle's "Order of Merlin, First Class Medal".

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After putting down the letter, Linji was a little dumbfounded.

It's understandable for Dumbledore to apply for a first-class medal for the bear boy.

After all, he is the headmaster of Hogwarts, if there can be an unprecedented one among the students.

Eleven-year-old recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class.

Both for the school and for Dumbledore himself.

Both would be a great honor.

But both Slughorn and Spring wrote to ask...

What are they drawing?

The stack of letters on the table was inadvertently caught in his sight.

Fudge was taken aback again.

As Minister of Magic, he has maintained good relations with many powerful people.

People write to him every day.

Count complaints about dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic and so on.

Basically, fifty or sixty letters are received every day.

But today there are more than a hundred letters.

Almost twice as much as usual!

An unimaginable thought appeared in Fudge's mind...

At this moment, Fudge could no longer care about his residence being attacked by a dark wizard.

In a hurry, I began to count the letters on the desktop~!

half an hour later

Fudge slumped on the chair, and the whole person began to doubt life.

More than a hundred letters, in addition to greetings from friends and complaints from wizards to the Ministry of Magic.

A total of sixty-two letters were written by Kyle on purpose!

The opening is always the same, simple greetings.

Then there was a long speech, without hesitation in praising the brat.

In the end, without exception, they all mentioned "the question about the candidates for the Order of Merlin First Class"

Although many people wrote letters very euphemistically.

Still expressed his concern and concern for this matter.

But now that I've written...

Of course, Fudge, an old fox, would not fail to understand what it represented.

to be honest!

For my sake, give this kid the medal, he deserves it!

if only one or two

Fudge, the Minister of Magic, would still feel indifferent.

Although he will offend people, he is not a soft persimmon.

But here are a total of sixty-two letters!

Nearby are England, France, Germany, Austria and other European countries.

From far away, even letters from the United States and Egypt were sent.

And each one is a little prestigious potion master or healer!

The energies of so many people united together.

Does Fuji dare to refuse?

Just thinking about it makes your liver tremble, okay?

He couldn't figure it out.

Why do so many people speak for a devil-like brat at the same time?

Why?

Just when Fudge was puzzled, the knock on the door sounded again.

"Come in!"

Fudge simply tidied up the letters on the table and put them in a drawer.

"Mr. Minister!"

The door of the office was opened.

A middle-aged wizard walked in from the outside.

Looks like an old lion.

Dark brown hair and bushy eyebrows with wisps of gray.

Behind the gold-rimmed glasses are a pair of sharp eyes. Although he is a little lame, he walks with a kind of unrestrained stride,

Makes one feel right away that he's a sharp, tough guy

Rufus Scrimgeour

Director of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic.

It is also the most powerful candidate for the next Minister of Magic.

"How's it going, Rufus? Is the investigation clear?" Fudge saw Scrimgeour come in.

Immediately raised his head as if he had found a life-saving straw.

The other party had just brought a small team of Aurors to Fudge's residence to investigate the attack by the dark wizard.

If evidence against Kyle could be found.

Then the letter Fudge sent before can be ignored directly.

These people wouldn't blatantly cover up a criminal, would they?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, we didn't find anything." Rufus nodded slightly, and then said blankly.

He also looked down on Fudge from the bottom of his heart.

It's just the duty.....

"Didn't find it?" Fudge knew in his heart that the probability of finding clues was actually very low.

Otherwise Kyle wouldn't have been in Knockturn Alley for six years and the Ministry of Magic couldn't do anything about him.

But when I actually heard the news, I couldn't help being a little disappointed.

This is so...

After being slapped in the face, I really had nothing to do with him.

I have to pinch my nose and give him a first-class "Order of Merlin" in recognition of everything the bear boy has done.

Including demolishing your own residence to demonstrate?

"Yes, we have tried our best!"

"Okay, you go to work first, Rufus!" Fudge waved weakly.

It's just that the other party didn't intend to leave, but raised his head instead...

"Mr. Minister, I would like to inquire about the Order of Merlin, First Class."

In a word, Fudge's heart "thumped" when he said it.

"Rufus, you mean..."

"I just received news that in the Auror office under my jurisdiction, there are five former colleagues who had to retire because of fighting against the dark wizard.

"Just got back to health with Kyle Mephisto's potion of regenerating limbs!"

"I think this kid's achievements are worthy of a First Class Medal of the Order of Merlin!"

Rufus had just finished speaking.

Fudge immediately had a feeling of blackness in front of his eyes.

Good guy!

No wonder the dignified Auror office director personally brought people to investigate but failed to find any clues.

Just like this cat and mouse family loves each other...

Even if there were any clues, it would be gone!

etc!

Limb regeneration potion?

Fudge keenly caught the key point in Rufus' words.

The words Umbridge said just now when he entered suddenly rang out.

Would it be better to look at this application?

Thinking of this, Fudge didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly opened the application form sent by Umbridge.

But I saw that in the column of the reason for the application, it was written...

Invented and disclosed the formula of the amputated limb regeneration potion

Improve the shortcomings of many potions that take effect slowly...

Invented "fast-acting growth potion" to increase the growth rate of herbs by three times!

Seeing this, Linji shuddered violently

Now he will finally understand why he received more than sixty letters in one day from people who speak for the bear.

Rufus, the head of the Auror office, restored his former colleagues who were disabled due to work to health because of the broken limb regeneration potion.

And those potions and healers.

Mostly because Kyle figured out how to make the potion work faster!

Don't underestimate this small change.

Many times, the wizards were injured and drank the potion, and they died before the potion took effect.

The only difference is time!

With the advance prevention of the previous new life potion, plus the current method of quick effect of the potion...

Good guy!

In the words of the East, that is really a boundless merit.

"I will seriously consider this matter!" Thinking of this, Fudge also had to succumb.

Even those pure-blood families among the Death Eaters back then could not resist the public outrage and be tried obediently...

What more could he be one of the ministers of the Ministry of Magic?

In a few years to his term, he's no match for any pure-blood family.

You don't have to think about it.

If he dared to directly reject Kyle's application for the Order of Merlin, First Class, today.

Don't say it's an attack on the residence!

Maybe tomorrow the entire Ministry of Magic will be killed by angry potionists and their relatives and friends.

And the patients who were treated by the "Limb Regeneration Potion" were dismantled!

"Then I'll go out first!" Seeing Fudge's attitude, Rufus nodded in satisfaction, and then left.

As soon as the front foot left, the door of the back foot office was pushed open again.

This time there was no knock on the door.

It can be said to be extremely disrespectful behavior.

Fudge, who was simmering with anger in his heart, thought it was some blind subordinate.

He raised his head and was about to reprimand him, but when he saw the person clearly, he immediately forcibly suppressed his anger.

Not only did he suppress it, but he also had to force a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Good day, Minister Fudge!" Old Nott walked in leisurely, leaning on a cane

"Good day, Mr. Nott!"

"Why are you here?" This was also a character Fudge didn't want to provoke.

After the magic scroll shop opened at Christmas time.

Several pure-blood families made efforts at the same time, and began to criticize the Ministry of Magic in the Daily Prophet.

It caused Fudge to be overwhelmed and almost stepped down.

He got up and wanted to pour a cup of black tea for Old Nott.

But the latter waved his hand and refused.

Old Nott took out a stack of letters from his pocket and put them on the table.

"I'm here to deliver letters for some old friends!"

"This is a proposal from a dozen of our pure-blood families to Minister Fudge about the Order of Merlin, First Class!"

"Oh, by the way, besides those of us, I also sent some letters from friends of Wizengamot along with you.

Another letter?

Fudge froze.

As for?

Just for a brat, you mobilize the crowd so much?

"By the way, Minister Fudge, what do you think of Mr. Kyle being awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class?"

Old Nott didn't leave in a hurry after putting down the letter.

Instead, he sat on the sofa and asked.

"Mr. Nott, don't worry, I will consider it carefully, after all, it is the suggestion of so many people..."

Fudge had already decided to give in, so he implicitly expressed his attitude.

Unfortunately, this is not what Old Nott wants!

He didn't come here just to get Fudge to speak some official language!

"No, I don't think that's what my friends and I want from Minister Fudge.  …

"Or is it that Secretary Fudge wants us to connect with more friends?"

What he said was like a mouth directly tied to Fudge's face.

Even if he killed Fudge, he couldn't believe that old Nott didn't know that his house had just been attacked by a dark wizard.

Threats first!

Then so many people wrote letters to protest...

It's not counted after hitting the face.

Fudge has already expressed his attitude of submission in both words and deeds.

But the other party insisted that Fudge make it clear directly.

How to say this feeling...

I'll come up and give you a few mouthfuls, and then you have to tell me.

ah!

Well played, well played!

Fudge felt that his face was almost swollen today!

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