The Trinity of Harry Potter

Soon, all the Quidditch hooligans were brought down by well-trained Soviet civilians. If not for Kano's quick eyesight and quick hands, Scrimgeour, who came to support, would have been hit twice.

"This is one of our own, one of our own!" Kano quickly grabbed the bald sandbag-sized fist next to him.

The bald man glanced at Scrimgeour dissatisfied: "You look like a man, why are you here so late?"

Scrimgeour was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe. He beheaded the leaders of the Quidditch hooligans in the other three areas. He was so exhausted that he was still suspected of paddling.

But the gangsters in this area were all knocked down by a group of civilians, and he had no losses. He really had nothing to say.

"Thank you for your assistance. Now we have to count the losses of people and property in this turmoil. Please go back to your tents and wait patiently."

Scrimgeour tried to use official words to ask these brave men with good fighting ability to go back and wait. Who knew that the bald man turned his attention to Kano.

"Boy, what do you think?"

"As long as I'm here, there won't be any trouble. Just go back and rest." Kano assured, patting his chest.

"Okay, I believe what you say." The bald man patted the red translucent armor on Kano's body, "This thing is not just for use. Come to Kiev to play with me when you have time. My name is Vladimir Serov.

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The young men threw down an entry registration book, sang loud military songs, and walked out of their tents with Soviet-style goose steps.

Kano saw from a distance that their tents were all military green, with exactly the same style, and were arranged like a square array.

"When I become the Minister of Magic, I will make you the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation." Scrimgeour told a stiff joke.

"Let's talk about it." Kano was not in the mood to joke, "Although I gave you a warning in advance that something might happen tonight, I don't think you would have reported it to Fudge just to express yourself."

"Of course I reported it, but Fudge didn't take it seriously. The ones I brought out today were all direct line hitters." Scrimgeour said sarcastically.

"Where is Fudge now?" Kano frowned, "At least he should show up now to appease the people. He is the host."

"I didn't find him. It was said that he disappeared after the game."

Two hours later, Fudge was pulled out of his wine cellar. It is said that he was slumped in the barrel and breathing bubbles.

After being tricked by the Bulgarian Minister of Magic during the evening game, Fudge realized a profound fact.

There was nothing he could do to save himself.

After completing the assigned work, Fudge returned to his home with the specially provided door key, and plunged into the wine cellar to drink away his sorrows.

He drank one glass after another, from one barrel to another, until finally he couldn't hold on any longer and fell into one of the barrels.

If the Aurors hadn't arrived at the right time, he might have drowned inside.

Fudge, who was forcibly pulled up, sat down in front of the news media in a drunken state. After a series of harsh questions, all the wine he drank turned into cold sweat and evaporated.

Quidditch hooligans attacked the camp. There were wizards from all over the world in the camp. The Quidditch hooligans were defeated by Scrimgeour and others working together with Soviet wizards.

Originally Fudge could still struggle for a few more months, but this time he was completely finished.

"What do you think of the statement of the Soviet Minister of Magic?" a serious reporter asked.

"What? He...what did he say?" Fudge was futilely sorting out the speech in front of him.

"He said he could understand the existence of Quidditch hooligans, but he couldn't understand how more than 1,600 Quidditch hooligans were defeated by more than 200 Soviet fans."

Except for the British, all the reporters in the venue burst into laughter.

"He also said!" Someone shouted, "When you abdicate, he can give you a few bottles of vodka. This stuff is very powerful!"

“It can be mailed today!”

"This loser should have retired last year."

"You don't need to interfere with our country's affairs!" Fudge threw the speech to the ground fiercely, "The press conference is over!"

The next day, he received a notification from the Wizengamot.

Seven departments under the Ministry of Magic jointly filed a motion of no-confidence against the current Minister of Magic Fudge, and he must go to the Wizengamot Tribunal to defend himself.

Standing in court to defend himself under the watchful eyes of members of the Wizengamot wearing purple robes, this is a scene that often appears in Fudge's nightmares.

Today the nightmare came true.

Each department has come up with powerful information that has been collected for many years, starting from the least valued department, and revealing the most authentic information.

The content ranged from chaos, corruption to incompetence, the detailed data, and the exaggerated scale made the members of the Wizengamot hooked.

Fudge had to do his best to defend himself, and the members of the Wizengamot who had benefited from him also defended him.

It's a pity that people always get tired. When the representatives of the fourth department came on stage to break the news, Fudge and his supporters finally couldn't say anything anymore. Impatience also appeared in the hearts of the Wizengamot members.

And this also marked that more than half of the Ministry of Magic began to attack Fudge. Even if the pure-blood family still wanted to protect him, he would no longer be able to direct the work of the Ministry of Magic after losing all his prestige.

After all seven departments had finished speaking, Fudge slumped in his chair as if he had lost his life, waiting for the final verdict.

As the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, Dumbledore has never spoken. But not expressing a position is a statement, and everyone knows this.

"Cornelly, please make your final statement." Dumbledore's voice was still so gentle.

Fudge smiled weakly: "I just hope that everyone can take into account tradition and not kill everyone."

The so-called tradition is that the abdicated Minister of Magic is not held accountable. No matter who he harmed while he was in office or how much trouble he caused, he cannot be thrown into Azkaban after he abdicates.

This is also to allow the Ministers of Magic to be able to act freely in their duties and not to be timid or timid.

Of course, this cannot stop private revenge, and several ministers of magic died in mysterious circumstances.

"Then, those members who agree to remove the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, please raise your hands."

More than 3/4 of the members raised their hands without hesitation, and Fudge looked at them without any reaction.

"Then, from now on, Mr. Cornelius Fudge will abdicate."

"Now, please raise your hands for those members who agree to continue the investigation into corruption during Connelly Fudge's tenure."

No one raised their hands, and a little blood returned to Fudge's face.

"Investigation terminated!" The hammer fell and the dust settled.

Dumbledore also had a smile on his face. He and Fudge had nothing to do with each other now, but because Fudge couldn't adapt to the upcoming rough situation, he had to cooperate with Cano to bring him down.

In a sense, this is also a good thing for Fudge.

"Now, we urgently start the next round of election for the Minister of Magic." Dumbledore knocked the hammer and "invite candidates to enter."

As Fudge walked out, he happened to pass Rufus Scrimgeour.