Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

At ten o'clock in the morning, the father and son slowly arrived at a high-end restaurant and entered a high-end private room as scheduled.

This meeting was not at the Ministry of Magic. Obviously, at this time, whatever Fudge did would attract a lot of attention.

The two sat at the table drinking black tea and waited for a while before Cornelius Fudge arrived belatedly. He was wearing a blue-purple robe, with the brim of his hat held low, making him look a little sneaky.

"You're five minutes late, Connelly," Mr. Foley said, looking at the time.

Fudge closed the door of the box and placed a few sound-isolating charms around it. Then he pulled out a chair and sat down. He took off his hat and put it in his hand, wiping the sweat from his face.

"God knows how long it took me to get rid of those damn reporters and those inseparable hands..." Fudge looked very haggard, his face was pale, and there were big dark circles under his eyes.

"Actually, as long as you are willing to give up your position, nothing will happen to you." Mr. Foley joked with a smile.

"Oh, you know how much effort I have put into the magical world..." Fudge couldn't help but pick up his hat and spin it quickly in his hands, "I'm just... you know... I'm very unwilling, yes, who would I am willing..."

"That group of people are clamoring for me to be laid off, and others are watching indifferently..." Fudge said quickly in his crisp and fast tone, "They don't understand that in such a situation, even if someone else comes on stage, it won't matter. You will do much better than me."

"So, you need my support?" Mr. Foley drank the red tea and said with a smile.

"You know... I just want to gain more support for myself, or to step down in a more dignified manner..." Fudge looked defeated.

"Let's see, something big happened last night, which at least made my opponents more united." Fudge said, "Next week, the Council will be next week, and maybe Rufus will be the one to replace me. Scrimgeour...he has the loudest voice."

"As the director of the Auror Office, Scrimgeour is much more decisive than you. At least it will be more advantageous in this situation." Mr. Foley said, touching his chin.

"Come on, Albert, you don't want him to take office." Fudge said, "He is the director of the Auror Office! Auror! You won't be able to live well by then!"

"So, what are you going to do to have me on your side?" Mr. Foley said.

"I think we are friends, Albert." Fudge forced a smile, "I have provided you with so many conveniences during my tenure..."

"It's just mutual benefit, Connelly." Mr. Foley said with a smile.

Fudge fell silent, the top hat spinning rapidly in his hand like a top.

"Of course, you can tell my son about the specific situation...he is the protagonist today." Mr. Foley suddenly smiled mischievously, "If you can convince him."

"Huh?" Fudge then looked directly at Brian. The boy had been sitting quietly aside. Fudge thought he was just brought in to observe.

"Hello, Minister Fudge." Brian smiled appropriately. He glanced flirtatiously at the snickering Mr. Foley, and then looked into Fudge's eyes.

"Ah, I know you, Brian, the best warrior in the Triwizard Tournament. Well, you also helped capture Sirius Black." Fudge smiled kindly.

Fudge looked again at Mr. Foley, who was holding his shoulders and seemed to be indifferent, as if to confirm whether he was joking.

"Mr. Fudge, you can continue to make your conditions." Brian gestured to Fudge.

"..." Fudge was silent for a long time, and then said, "I can release a few important positions, and I need a reason. This is my limit... Of course, there is also a closer cooperative relationship."

"But all this is based on you being able to continue to be the Minister of Magic." Brian said softly, "Of course, that's about the same. As long as you can convince us today, it means that your position is almost saved..."

Fudge's expression changed and he looked at him strangely.

"In fact, we represent not only the Foley family, but also the Malfoy family, the Nott family..." Brian mentioned a few family names casually, "They will all stand by our side and provide support. Plus you Your own supporters are enough for you to gain an advantage in the committee."

Fudge's expression changed. He glanced at Mr. Foley and nodded slightly.

"You..." Fudge's face turned even paler.

"Don't think wrongly, we are not on Voldemort's side." Brian tilted his head slightly, and as expected, he saw Fudge shuddering hard, but his expression became more relaxed. Obviously he knew that the Death Eaters were Never call the Dark Lord by his first name.

"We just want to prepare for the future." Brian said calmly, "Voldemort has become more powerful than before, and his power will inevitably exceed before... We need to take more measures to fight against him, everyone. "

"So, we don't have many requirements..." Brian showed a faint smile, "We need your cooperation... to give full impetus to future initiatives."

"This..." Fudge quickly twirled his hat in his hand, lost in thought. This condition is not too harsh, but too loose, but too broad for him to accept.

"You can rest assured that those measures will not threaten your status." Brian tapped his fingers on the table with his right hand. "On the contrary, it will be of great benefit to you... This will be a great change in the situation of the wizarding world for hundreds of years. change."

Fudge's fingers clenched the hat tightly, sweat dripping from his forehead. He seemed to sense that a huge conspiracy was emerging.

"Of course, if you don't agree, that's okay." Brian looked at Fudge's face and said indifferently, "We only need a Minister of Magic of our own. It doesn't matter whether he is you or not."

Fudge's eyes rolled slightly, his politician's instinct making him look for loopholes.

"Moreover, we have obtained Dumbledore's support..." Brian added lightly.

Fudge suddenly looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. If he had not fallen out with Dumbledore, he would not be so anxious now. Such power is enough to rule the British magical world!

"There's no way, if it weren't for the fact that several of us... Dumbledore, my father, etc., didn't want to be the minister..." Brian said with a smile, "It wouldn't be your turn either. I chose you just because it's easier. Some."

"Then you can make your choice." Brian said calmly. He didn't think much of Fudge to begin with.

"I promise!" Fudge gritted his teeth. After saying this, he slumped back on the chair, took a sip of black tea, and felt empty in his heart.

"Very good, you made the right choice, Minister Fudge." Brian showed a gentle and polite smile, "I believe that your name will be engraved in the history books for your epoch-making achievements... "

Fudge resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He just hoped that he would not be hanged on the pillar of shame by then.

"Oh, by the way, I have a small personal request." Brian sat upright and said.

"What?" Fudge looked at Brian a little tiredly. This kid was not simple at all.

"I need a place as an intern at the Ministry of Magic." Brian said, "I can proceed according to the normal assessment requirements."

"So you don't need to find me?" Fudge asked doubtfully, "Just follow the normal procedures..."

"Because the selection and department are unreasonable." Brian said calmly, "That quota is for me." He pointed at himself.

"You?" Fudge opened his mouth and reached out to push his hair back, "This does not meet the requirements. You are still a student and underage!"

"But I think outstanding students can always get some preferential treatment, right?" Brian said with a smile, "I can conduct the most stringent assessment. Of course, because I still need to go to school, I just need an intern spot."

Fudge started to turn his hat again, but he became wary in his heart.

Brian was running Legilimency silently, and he realized somewhat speechlessly that Fudge was worried that Brian was entering the Ministry of Magic to seize his power and replace him in the future...

"Which department do you want to go to?" Fudge finally said slowly.

"Department of Mysteries." Brian smiled.

Fudge's eyes widened. He never expected it to be this department. It can be said that the Department of Mysteries is the research department of the Ministry of Magic, the top secret department... At the same time, no Minister of Magic is from the Department of Mysteries.

Fudge was relieved, but at the same time he felt it was getting tricky. Even if he wants to insert someone into the top-secret department, it would be difficult, but fortunately it is not impossible...

"However, you should know that the Department of Mysteries must remain silent and must not reveal the contents of its research to the outside world...as evidenced by the oath of silence." Fudge said.

"Of course, I just want to be exposed to more knowledge." Brian said, "What attracts me most is always the endless mystery of magic."

"...No problem." Fudge finally nodded slowly.

"Then, in order to ensure the validity of today's promise..." Brian raised the corner of his mouth and took out a stack of parchment, on which the entire transaction content of today had been recorded.

"Please also sign this contract, Secretary Fudge."