The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

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

After walking far away and making sure that Dumbledore and others could not hear their conversation, Fudge hesitated to speak.

"Mr. Grindelwald, please keep it a little secret about the Veritaserum."

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

As if he was afraid that Yagus would not agree, he hurriedly explained.

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

Yagus turned to look at Fudge, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Does Secretary Fudge really want to suppress this?"

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

"Or I should change the question, is Secretary 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 Disasters. He was very lucky to become the Minister of Magic.

If Barty Crouch's son hadn't been a loyal Death Eater, he would never have been given the position of minister.

Because of this, there are very few departments he can control in the entire Ministry of Magic.

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

All of them hold great power, and none of them can be mobilized by Fudge!

Barty Crouch is even more capable of competing with him and is always ready to take his place.

If not, Fudge wouldn't have been wooing British pure-blood families all day long to gain their support.

Yagus's words were tantamount to tearing off his last fig leaf!

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

"With just your words, I can..."

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

Yagus didn't care and looked directly into his eyes, with a bewitching tone in his tone.

"If you think about it carefully, if what happened today reaches the ears of British wizards, what will they think of Scrimgeour?"

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

"Ha!" Yagus chuckled: "What will happen? At most, it will just be a few curses, but can it be canceled?"

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

"It's not impossible to take him to the trial room!"

"Scrimgeour controls the most important Auror Command in the Ministry of Magic. When he was removed from his position, the position of Director of the Auror Command became vacant."

Fudge gradually fell into thought: "The Auror Command belongs to the Legal Enforcement Department and 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 Auror Command." Location."

"You have already said that the Auror Command is under the Law Enforcement Division. As a subordinate, Scrimgeour has an unshirkable responsibility for doing such a thing."

"No, although the Auror Command belongs to the Legal Enforcement Department in name, it is actually an almost independent department. It will be difficult to take this opportunity to pull Amelia down!"

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

"It never matters what the facts are, what matters is what people believe."

"They only know that Aurors are affiliated with the Legal Enforcement Department. How much do they know about the internal facts?"

"If Amelia chooses to make the inside story public, according to the usual practice, she will no longer be able to interfere with the Auror Command. If not, this scapegoat will be 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?"

This time, Fudge was silent.

The look he looked at Yagus no longer contained the contempt of a child.

Even with a hint of fear.

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

None of which an eleven-year-old wizard can possess!

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

After a while, he slowly spoke.

"What's the purpose of doing this?"

"I don't believe in free help."

Yagus had expected this: "My father."

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

Son of Grindelwald!

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

"You know better the influence Dumbledore has on you."

"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 be qualified to negotiate.

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

"His existence has hindered too many people!"

"But he's Dumbledore!" Fudge was still hesitating.

Dumbledore has defeated two generations of Dark Lords, and there is no doubt about his strength.

Even if he is the Minister of Magic, he would not dare to have a direct 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 goes around looking at people's faces and always ignores them when they are mentioned?"

"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 boy?"

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.

"Minister Fudge, you don't have to stare 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 ordinary wizards."

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

"Anyway, you can only do... these are all you can do!"

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

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

Argus walked towards Fudge step by step, and did not 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 in his heart!

As the Minister of Magic, he has a second place in the UK.

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

"Never!"

Argus smiled and gently hugged Fudge, who was trembling.

"A wise choice!"