Chapter 233: Your Uncle Dotes On His Father! Prison Breakers Of Azkaban

Chapter 233: Your Uncle Dotes On His Father! Prison Breakers Of Azkaban

After studying for a whole night, Furong couldn't figure out the reason.

Looking at the girl sleeping next to him, Wayne shook his head helplessly.

Is it too early to have it delivered to your door now?

He can't eat it, and he doesn't dare to eat it either.

Carefully walking around the girl, Wayne came to the desk and opened the two letters on the table.

One was from Valoro, and the other was from Nagini, both of which were about the operation of the store.

The Firebolt successfully passed the test and became the designated broom for next year's World Cup, followed by orders from various countries.

At present, orders from three national teams of Ireland, England, and Wales have been delivered.

After all, these three countries can be regarded as the home teams of British wizards, and they will receive some preferential treatment overtly and covertly.

The accumulated inventory was cleared out in one fell swoop, and a large amount of funds were also withdrawn.

As for other countries, they will have to queue up. Most of the current production capacity will be supplied to the teams that will be finalists next year, and the rest will be professional clubs.

According to Valor's estimation, with their current manpower, it would take at least close to a year to deliver all the orders on hand, so they asked Wayne if they wanted to expand production capacity.

After thinking about it, Wayne decided to maintain the status quo.

He felt that the goblins under him still had great potential that could be tapped, so he could just voluntarily work two more hours of overtime every day. .

As long as there are no competing products on the market, their brooms will not have to worry about selling.

I didn't want to wait and had no other choice but to watch helplessly.

However, Wayne also told Valor not to just sell to these professional teams. Ordinary wizards also have many fanatical broomstick enthusiasts, so they must stay popular and continue to be exposed.

On the other hand, the situation of the Celia store is also very good. Although it is not as popular as the first two days of opening, the transaction volume has been maintained.

The best-selling product is a powerful decontamination spray invented by Gardevoir, which can not only remove oil stains, but also keep it tidy for a certain period of time, making it a favorite among housewives.

As for those expensive protective props, they haven't been opened yet.

"What are you busy with?" A lazy and hoarse voice suddenly sounded. Fleur hugged Wayne's shoulders from behind and rested her head on them.

"Open two stores and see if I can make money." Wayne put down his quill and played with the girl's silver hair lovingly.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I can't sleep when you get up." Fu Rong said coquettishly: "You have a good smell on your body, and I wake up as soon as you leave.

Wayne raised his eyebrows slightly. Hermione and Astoria had also said this, but he didn't smell it himself.

Fleur just watched him deal with the letter quietly.

I was also very surprised when I found out that Firebolt Company was owned by Wayne.

This epoch-making broom was not only popular in the UK, but also spread to other regions. She had also seen an advertisement for the Firebolt in the newspaper before.

"I also prepared one for you." Tying the letter to the owl's leg, Wayne said with a smile, "I'll just pick it up when I get back this time."

"I don't need it." Fleur shook her head. Her flying talent was very poor. Apart from taking flying lessons, she had hardly touched a broom. It would be a waste to hold it.

But Wayne insisted on giving it.

Even if it is not used, it must be available, and she must ensure fairness in these aspects that can be achieved.

Unable to resist, Furong could only agree.

After a simple breakfast, Gabrielle pestered Wayne to play with her.

Wayne, who has never been good at rejecting lolita, immediately agreed.

He released several unicorns, Sniff, and Ironeater, as well as Thunderbird Mia.

Hestia came to Wayne's side and rubbed his cheek affectionately, and then Lulu and Diana also gathered around.

In two years, Diana became only one head shorter than Hestia, her hair was all light pink, and she looked extremely cute.

"Wow, it's a unicorn!" Gabrielle cheered and hugged Diana's thigh.

"Woowoo"

Perhaps because Gabrielle is equally cute, or perhaps because of the influence of Veela blood, Diana is also particularly close to Gabrielle.

Feeling a push on his thigh, Wayne lowered his head.

Tuantuan was looking at him helplessly, and howled, sounding with a sense of sadness.

Wayne understood and shook his head in amusement.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, but if you become as fat as before, you still have to lose weight, do you understand?"

The group was overjoyed and quickly rolled around and acted cute.

Jerry quit, he still hoped to help Tuantuan lose weight and get his own little treasury back.

Wayne had no choice but to fill the little guy's belly with fragments of fire crabs. Now Jerry was getting better and better at filling it. All the fragments combined were not enough, so he stuffed more than a hundred Galleons into it.

"Iron-eating beast?" Nico and Perenal also came and asked in surprise when they saw the naive group.

"Since when did Britain have iron-eating beasts?"

"It's like this..." Wayne explained the origin of Tuantuan, and Nico suddenly understood.

"Well, it's better to be in your hands than to fall into the hands of poachers."

He recalled: "Newt saved two unicorns back then, which were as precious as the iron-eating beasts. Later, one of them was killed by Grindelwald, and the last one returned to the wild forest.

"I don't admit that it's a unicorn." Wayne curled his lips and pretended that he hadn't seen it before. It was just a sika deer.

It's cute though.

Two days later, Nico and Perenal left.

Before leaving, Perenal also told Wayne to remember to find her. The old couple was getting bored every day.

In the following time, Wayne took Gabrielle and Fleur to visit the British Isles. With the Phoenix King, it was a matter of several transfers for them to go wherever they went, which was much more convenient.

I can come back and sleep at home every night instead of staying in a hotel.

Gabri is almost crazy about playing. Her favorite things are all kinds of amusement parks and video game consoles.

She went to the amusement park when she went out, and played the game console when she came back. It was useless no matter what Fleur said, because there was Wayne protecting her.

"Your uncle dotes on his father." Yi Rong said angrily as she saw Gabrielle hiding in Wayne's arms and playing games again.

"It's a holiday, of course you have to have fun." Wayne said nonchalantly: "You can just stop caring about her when you get back."

Fleur looked at Gabrielle who made a face at herself and continued to play the game and said helplessly: "If you continue to behave like this, you will become a wild monkey when you go back.

"How could it be?" Wayne said thoughtfully: "No one will help her when she returns to France. Gabrielle is so smart, she should be obedient, right?"

Gabrielle, who was having fun, suddenly stiffened.

Yes, now she dares to provoke her sister every day because of the support of her brother Wayne.

What if my sister goes back and takes revenge on her?

The originally straight waist immediately softened. After finishing the game quickly, Gabrielle crawled to Fleur's side to please her and said, "Sister, don't be angry. I won't play today, okay?"

"You." Furong was so angry and funny that she picked up the little clever guy.

Wayne smiled slightly and felt a lot better as he watched the two beauties, one big and one small, playing around. He picked up the Daily Prophet that was delivered this morning, and his eyes immediately focused.

"Ministry of Magic Staff Wins Big Prize"

[Arthur Weasley, Director of the Office for the Suppression of Misuse of Muggle Artefacts at the Ministry of Magic, has won the annual Daily Prophet's Gold Galleons Award.

Mr. Weasley happily said that the money would be used for a trip to Egypt to visit his eldest son Bill Weasley, who is currently in Gringotts.

Along with the report, there is a photo.

The nine members of the Weasley family stood in front of the pyramid, smiling brightly at the camera and waving their arms.

Wayne was not concerned about this, but his eyes fell on Ronald's shoulder.

There is a mouse lying there, and you can even see from the photo that the mouse is missing a toe.

Continuing to scroll down, I saw Fudge's mugshot on the second page, which also stated that he was going to Azkaban to bring 'humanitarian' care to the prisoners there.

Everything is a choice of fate...

Photos of the Weasley family. Fudge went to Azkaban for a show and left a few newspapers to entertain the prisoners.

Countless coincidences, intertwined with each other, create the upcoming big event.

It is estimated that even if Peter Pettigrew turns to ashes, Sirius Black will still be able to recognize him. A walking zombie waiting for death in Azkaban instantly turned into an Avenger and escaped from prison.

"I did it all by myself..." Wayne couldn't help but sigh.

If he and James hadn't been smart enough to change the secret keeper of the Loyalty Curse to Peter Pettigrew, how could there have been so many things that happened later.

How do these two words, boldness and loyalty, relate to mice?

"What's wrong?" Fleur heard Wayne sigh and looked at him curiously.

"It's nothing, I just think some people are too stupid."

Fleur didn't understand why and continued to fight with Gabrielle.

A few days later, the Daily Prophet changed its mind.

A man with a haggard face, long and messy hair, wearing tattered clothes, with fierce and crazy eyes.

"Alert! The threat is coming!"

[Mysterious Man’s most capable assistant, Sirius Black, the most evil criminal ever imprisoned in Azkaban, has escaped from prison!]

The newspapers almost painted Sirius as You-Know-Who's second-in-command, blowing up half a street and killing thirteen people with a single spell before being captured.

The current Ministry of Magic has been fully mobilized and has issued a reward of up to 10,000 Galleons. Even if valid clues are provided, a reward of one Galleons will be given.

It seemed that Fudge was really anxious.

The process of his rise to power was inherently dramatic. Dumbledore was originally recommended by the Ministry of Magic, but was rejected by Old Deng. Another strong competitor withdrew from the election because his son was a Death Eater. This made him miss the mark.

The harder the media plays Black now, the greater the impact will be on Fudge.

No, I have to contact that woman later and ask her to write an article, so that Fudge can continue to sweat, so that he can realize the importance of the media.

0......Please give me flowers......

"It's really terrible." Furong also saw the contents of the newspaper and frowned.

"Why don't you kill such a dangerous prisoner when he's just being held in prison?"

"He killed thirteen people!"

"Um...Is there still a death penalty in France?" Wayne looked at the girl in confusion.

"Of course." Fleur shook her silver hair like a waterfall, "There is a guillotine on the sixteenth floor of the Ministry of Magic, which is specially prepared for these criminals who have committed the most heinous crimes."

“Although it has not been used for decades, considering this man’s crime, it is not an exaggeration to execute him twice.

After listening to Fleur's words, Wayne fell silent.

Sixteen, guillotine.

What a hell joke.

"I don't know the specific situation." Wayne shook his head: "But after all, his surname is Black, and if he is to be executed, at least half of the Death Eaters back then will die. The impact will be too great."

"Wayne, come to Beauxbatons with me." Fleur hugged the boy's arm and took the opportunity to persuade: "Britain is so

It's dangerous, there are inexplicable things happening every year, I don't trust you here.

"Okay." Wayne put his arm around the girl's slender waist and said, "It's just a prisoner who ran out. There's nothing to make a fuss about."

"Don't worry about it. Where do you want to go in the last few days?"

Fleur knew that this time Wayne's idea of ​​'naturalizing' Wayne to go to Beauxbatons had failed again. She collapsed weakly in his arms and whispered softly: "I'm not going anywhere. Just stay with me."

"Okay, let's go to the hot springs together."

"Hate..."

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As Wayne expected, Fudge was already in a state of despair. A huge number of complaint letters were sent to the office every day, angrily criticizing him as the Minister and the Ministry of Magic for their incompetence.

He was asked to step down and let Dumbledore come up.

He was so angry that he couldn't eat the fried fish for two days.

"What did those monsters say?" Fudge asked irritably, pushing the piles of envelopes on the table to the ground.

Standing opposite him was a serious-looking middle-aged man with a scar on his face. He looked like a ruthless character.

"They searched the entire island and found nothing." The middle-aged man said solemnly: "Currently, it seems that Blake has most likely arrived in the UK.

"How did he do it?" Fudge scratched his scalp crazily: "Without a wand, I could slip away from the dementors and cross hundreds of miles of ocean. I'm crazy. How can I still do it?"

You are crazy. "

"Maybe it's just that Black is crazy." The man in the middle looked unchanged: "No one knows how he escaped, but the point is no longer there.

"Mr. Minister, your approval rating has dropped by two percentage points in the past few days."

Fudge's expression suddenly changed, "Catch him, catch him quickly, and give our people an explanation!"

The middle-aged man sneered in his heart.

How can we manage the Ministry of Magic well with such an insect?

One day, he will replace him.

One order after another was issued by Fudge, and the entire Ministry of Magic was mobilized.

No matter which department you are in, stop what you are doing. The most important task now is to maintain his approval rating.

No, catch Blake!

"Scrimgeour, come with me to see the Muggle Prime Minister. He must be informed of the current situation." After doing this, Fudge sighed, stood up and got out of his clothes.

Take the hat off the rack.

Without saying anything, the director of the Auror Office followed Fudge all the way to No. 10 Downing Street.

Twelve years ago, Blake blew up half a street. This incident caused a huge sensation. The Ministry of Magic dispatched nearly a hundred employees to erase the memories of the relevant personnel and dump the blame on

Gas explosion in the head.

So Black is not only a criminal in the wizarding world, but also a villain in Muggle society.

Fudge has an obligation to explain to the current prime minister and obtain their cooperation.

The two of them traveled smoothly and arrived at the door of the Prime Minister's Office. A man with a kind face stood up and came to greet them.

"Hello, this is Bernard Woolley. Do you have an appointment?"

"Of course not." Fudge kept walking, minding his own business and opened the door to the Prime Minister's Office.

Inside the room, the great imperial prime minister was lying on a chair with a newspaper above his head, and long and regular snores came from under the newspaper.

When he heard the door open, he woke up suddenly and the newspaper fell to the ground.

"Ah, Bernard, are you off work?" The Prime Minister wiped his face randomly and tried to calm down.

"Sorry sir, these two gentlemen barged in and I couldn't stop them."

"Who are you?" The Prime Minister looked at Fudge and Scrimgeour and frowned: "Which department do you belong to? I remember that I didn't seem to have an appointment in the afternoon."

Fudge took out a business card and placed it on the table.

"Sir Jim Harker, I am Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, and this is Rufus Scrimgeour, Chief of the Auror Office."

"I think you should have some impression."