The two walked side by side towards the Ministry of Magic.

After walking a long way and confirming that Dumbledore and others could not hear their conversation, Fudge hesitated and spoke.

"Mr. Grindelwald, please keep it a secret about the truth serum."

"Once British wizards know that Scrimgeour used this potion privately, it will cause an immeasurable blow to the reputation of the British Ministry of Magic."

As if he was afraid that Argus would not agree, he hurried to explain.

"Don't worry, the British Ministry of Magic will definitely give you a satisfactory answer to this matter!"

Argus turned his head and looked at Fudge, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Does Minister Fudge really want to suppress this matter?"

"What do you mean?" Fudge frowned in confusion.

"Or should I change the question, is Minister Fudge willing to be a...puppet?"

Before coming to the UK, Argus had a detailed understanding of the British Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic is divided into seven departments, but these seven departments are not as harmonious as outsiders imagine.

Before becoming the Minister of Magic, Fudge was the Director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. It was very lucky for him to become the Minister of Magic.

If Barty Crouch's son was not a loyal Death Eater, he would never have been the Minister.

Therefore, there are only a few departments that he can control in the entire Ministry of Magic.

Barty Crouch, Amelia Bones, Rufus Scrimgeour, Piers Thicknesse...

Each of them holds great power, and none of them can be mobilized by Fudge!

Barty Crouch can even compete with him and is ready to replace him at any time.

If not for this, Fudge would not have been trying to win over the British pure-blood families all day long to gain their support.

Argus' words were like tearing off his last fig leaf!

Fudge's voice became angry: "Mr. Grindelwald, do you know what you are saying!"

"Just based on your words, I can..."

"Minister Fudge, there is no need to say these meaningless words."

Argus didn't care, looked straight into his eyes, and his tone was bewitching.

"Think carefully, if what happened today gets to the ears of British wizards, how will they look at Scrimgeour?"

"But the British Ministry of Magic will also..."

"Ha!" Argus chuckled: "What will happen? At most, they will scold a few words, can it be cancelled?"

"But if this matter is made public, it will be a devastating blow to Scrimgeour's reputation."

"It is not impossible to take him to the courtroom!"

"Scrimgeour controls the most important Auror Command of the Ministry of Magic. If he is removed from office, the position of the director of the Auror Command will be vacant."

Fudge gradually fell into deep thought: "The Auror Command belongs to the Law Enforcement Department, which is Amelia's territory. She has a high reputation in the Ministry of Magic. Even if Scrimgeour is imprisoned, she can temporarily take over the position of the Auror Command."

"You have already said that the Auror Command is under the Law Enforcement Department. As a subordinate, Scrimgeour can do such a thing. , the director has an unshirkable responsibility. "

"No, although the Auror Command is nominally under the Law Enforcement Department, it is actually an almost independent department. It is difficult to take this opportunity to pull down Amelia!"

Argus stopped and looked in the direction of the hall: "Minister Fudge, do you think ordinary British wizards will know this?"

"What the facts are, it has never been important. What is important is what people believe."

"They only know that the Aurors belong to the Law Enforcement Department. How much can they know about the internal facts?"

"If Amelia chooses to make the inside story public, according to convention, she will no longer be able to intervene in the Auror Command. If she does not make it public, this black pot is enough to make all British wizards question her."

"No matter what she chooses, she can only watch the Auror Command slip away from her."

"Isn't it?"

Now, Fudge was silent.

There was no more childish contempt in his eyes when he looked at Argus.

There was even a hint of fear.

Control of people's hearts, keen judgment of the situation, and confidence in strategizing.

None of these can be possessed by an eleven-year-old little wizard!

Even though he has been immersed in the Ministry of Magic for many years, he does not have such a keen sense of smell.

After a long while, he slowly spoke.

"What is your purpose in doing this?"

"I don't believe in help without reason."

Agus had expected this: "My father."

"Your father?" Fudge was stunned for a moment, and then he thought of Argus's identity.

Son of Grindelwald!

"Yes, you should know the relationship between the Saint and Dumbledore."

"You know Dumbledore's influence on you better."

"You want me to help you deal with Dumbledore?" Fudge felt that he had grasped the truth, and he was obviously relieved when he spoke.

Only when you know the other party's purpose can you have the qualifications to negotiate.

Otherwise, you can only be led by the other party.

"His existence has hindered too many people!"

"But he is Dumbledore!" Fudge was still hesitant.

Dumbledore had defeated two generations of Dark Lords, and his strength was unquestionable.

Even if he was the Minister of Magic, he did not dare to have a head-on conflict with him.

Argus turned his head and looked directly into Fudge's eyes: "Minister Fudge, are you really willing to be Dumbledore's puppet forever?"

"A puppet minister who looks at people's faces everywhere and always ignores others when they mention him?"

"Mr. Grindelwald, watch your tone!"

His face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Argus' words undoubtedly hit his most painful point!

"Tone? Do you need to pay attention to your tone when talking to someone who may abdicate at any time?"

"Dumbledore's good baby?"

Argus' words were extremely sarcastic.

Fudge's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye!

He wanted to refute, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

He could only stare at Argus with his eyes.

"Minister Fudge, you don't have to glare at me."

"You know, I'm telling the truth."

"If you want me to conceal it, pretend nothing happened, and continue to live under Dumbledore's shadow, I can understand."

"After all, there's nothing wrong with being a puppet minister. Although you have to look at people's faces, it's much better than being an ordinary wizard."

"Oh, by the way, I still want you to help run the store! You can take the opportunity to earn a lot of gold Galleons!"

"Anyway, you can only do this!"

"Shut up! I told you to shut up!" Fudge was furious.

He suddenly took out the wand from his arms and pointed it at Argus.

Argus walked towards Fudge step by step, and didn't stop until the wand was against his chest.

"You only have one chance!"

"Do you choose to continue to be your puppet, or take a step forward and truly control the Ministry of Magic!"

"Answer me!"

Fudge's forehead was sweating, his eyes were red, and he was panting.

He was struggling inside!

As the Minister of Magic, he is second only to the Minister in Britain.

Sometimes he has to look at the faces of the ministers and directors under him, and even some pure-blood families!

He has had enough of this kind of cowardly life!

"No!! No! No!"

"I am not a puppet! I will never be Dumbledore's puppet!"

"Never!"

Argus smiled and gently hugged Fudge, who was shaking.

"A wise choice!"

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