Chapter 423
Although I have never read the history of Song Dynasty and I don’t know what you mean by “You have caused me so much trouble”, how smart is Crouch?
When he heard Wayne mention Dumbledore now, his face changed slightly.
“Your target is him?”
“No?” Wayne asked back: “Our headmaster has strength, reputation, and intelligence, and he is the only person Voldemort fears. Isn’t it good for him to be the Minister of Magic~?”
Crouch shook his head repeatedly: “Of course he is a very good choice. -”
The most qualified person to be the Minister of Magic in the whole of Britain is - Dumbledore.
But
Crouch thought: "I know Dumbledore. He declined several times and stayed at Hogwarts as the headmaster. This time is no different. Dumbledore will not agree."
"Who said he needs to agree?" Wayne said faintly: "Wait until Voldemort overwhelms Great Britain and the Dark Mark hangs over London, and then I will raise my arms in the name of Dumbledore."
"Even if he doesn't want to be the headmaster, he has to be the headmaster."
"It's a done deal, he can't refuse."
"This is what everyone wants. How can the headmaster live up to the expectations of the people?"
Crouch's forehead began to twitch again.
"Are you going to force it?"
"Why do you say such harsh words?" Wayne frowned: "I am also considering the wizards and people of the three islands and fifty-six counties."
"Just tell me, will Dumbledore's becoming the Minister of Magic stabilize people's hearts?"
Crouch was silent.
He couldn't refute Wayne's words, because this was the fact, the sense of security that the greatest white wizard of this century could bring.
The young man sighed again: "Let Dumbledore suffer, and I will bear the blame, at least the people's hearts will be at ease."
Crouch looked at him with a complicated expression: "You are really... selfless."
He remembered that Wayne and Dumbledore had always had a good relationship, and Dumbledore knew clearly about him and Barty Jr.'s existence.
Why is he so ruthless when it comes to cheating people, and even more ruthless?
Crouch could already imagine what kind of expression Dumbledore would have when he found out that he was the Minister of Magic.
No, he must not provoke this little ancestor in the future, otherwise he might be the one who gets cheated one day.
Crouch was dignified in his heart, and his eyebrows and eyes were much more submissive.
The two talked about some things about the Ministry of Magic again. Crouch mentioned several positions, which were all inconspicuous but could play a significant role. Wayne wrote them down one by one and prepared to go back and let Fudge arrange them.
After saying this, Crouch asked another question he was concerned about: "Where did Tom and Voldemort go?"
Wayne's eyes were filled with glass-colored light, and after a moment he replied: "I'm not here in the future, try not to mention his name."
"Voldemort has been resurrected. If he is interested, he can sense who is mentioning him."
Crouch nodded cautiously.
Many wizards have cast magic on their own names, but most of them are to prevent others from using their names as a medium to cast curses.
But Voldemort is different. He uses this thing as a sensor.
More than a decade ago, some people dared to call him by his name, but after a group of people were killed, everyone gradually called him youknowwho.
"Tom should have gone abroad. His base is not here."
"But he and Voldemort have made an appointment and will definitely come back in the short term."
Wayne shared some of the information he knew with Crouch, "As for Voldemort, he is hiding deeper. I'm still looking for him recently."
Even if the inhuman Voldemort lost half of his body, he still needs some time to recuperate. It is reasonable for him to hide like this.
"Pay more attention to the situation in the north recently." Wayne ordered: "Especially the Russian side, Tom is doing well there."
Crouch was puzzled: "Can't we just issue a wanted order? Cut off his retreat while he is still weak."
"What's the reason?" Wayne glanced at him: "Now he is using another identity, no one will doubt it, and no one will believe us."
"Do you think Britain has a good relationship with the Russians?"
Crouch choked.
What do you mean? Who can Britain have a good relationship with? People hate dogs. Only North America is related to them and they get along well.
"As long as he still has ambitions, he will be exposed sooner or later. Before that, don't make any unnecessary moves."
"I know."
Wayne waved his hand, and his figure turned into bubbles and disappeared.
While Wayne was searching for Voldemort's trace, Fudge also launched his revenge against Dumbledore.
If everything was fought within the rules, the power held by a Minister of Magic was completely incomparable to that of the headmaster of Hogwarts.
Even if this was the only wizarding academy in the country, it would not work.
However, Fudge did not blatantly target Dumbledore directly, but instead looked for the flaws of Hogwarts.
Unfortunately, in addition to the many young wizards in the school, there were many loopholes.
Moody's illegal teaching and open use of the Unforgivable Curse in class, if such behavior was not investigated, it would naturally be peaceful.
But if you want to cause trouble, there are also traces to follow.
In addition, Fudge has not yet settled the account for Barty Jr.'s sneak attack on Potter and the replacement of the medal.
Such a small matter would not cause Dumbledore to suffer a serious injury, but it was definitely disgusting enough that he had to come to the Ministry of Magic for questioning every few days.
Looking at the score prompts that popped up from time to time, Wayne mourned for Old Deng for a second in his heart.
Professor, this is just the beginning.
The hard times are still to come.
He has no choice.
In a few years, he will graduate. If he causes trouble in school, he may not be able to get a job.There are points.
Since the next semester is the most chaotic, he has to save more money for emergencies.
But he has to suffer a lot from Dumbledore.
Not only does he have to prepare for the reorganization of the Order of the Phoenix, but he also has to endure Fudge's harassment, and he is busy every day.
The letter that the twins wrote to Wayne was vague, just saying that Molly and Mr. Weasley were often not at home recently, and Moody and Sirius would come from time to time.
Lupin also quit his job at Borgin and Burke, and Wayne didn't know where he went.
But it must be a task assigned by Dumbledore.
The Order of the Phoenix was a secret society organized by Dumbledore in the past, with the purpose of fighting Voldemort. The wizards in it were either elite, or had special skills or special uses.
Wayne originally thought that Dumbledore would invite him to join, but he waited for several days but didn't receive a letter.
Maybe he thought he was still a minor.
Just when Wayne was still complaining about Dumbledore's ignorance, he suddenly came to visit.
Feeling the alarm outside the house being triggered, Wayne put down Qiu in his arms and teleported to the door.
"Professor, how come you are free today? Didn't you go to the Ministry of Magic?" Wayne blurted out.
Logically speaking, he should be arguing with those officials in the Ministry of Magic at this point.
Dumbledore, who was still smiling on his face, couldn't laugh when he heard his doubts.
"How do you know?" (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
Although the newspapers have been attacking him and Harry, the news that he has been going to the Ministry of Magic recently has not spread.
Wayne smiled awkwardly: "Fudge talked to me and told me not to help either side."
"Professor, it's not that I don't support you, it's just that he gave too much."
Dumbledore: "..."
I'm so tired and want to retire.
He didn't have to let Wayne stand on his side and use his power to help him. This is other people's freedom and he has no right to interfere.
As long as Wayne has no problem with his attitude against Voldemort.
But this is not a reason for you to gloat...
A few minutes later, Wayne and Dumbledore came to the tea room.
In front of them was a pot of black tea and hot cocoa, as well as snacks brought by Dumbledore.
"Come here, why bring souvenirs? You are so polite."
Wayne picked up a piece of pudding, put it in his mouth, and then frowned: "Don't take something so sweet next time, I prefer cheesecake."
It took a lot of willpower for Dumbledore to stop holding the Elder Wand.
These desserts are not souvenirs at all. He just came out of the Ministry of Magic and bought them at a dessert shop. They are all his favorite snacks.
Wayne just snatched it from his hand at the door.
At that time, he thought Wayne was afraid that he would be tired, but he turned around and put it in his own closet.
He queued for an hour to buy it!
Since he couldn't take it back, he couldn't let Wayne waste it all. Dumbledore started to show off without saying a word.
He burped with satisfaction until he finished all the food on the table. He didn't need to eat tonight.
After finishing the food, it was time to talk about business.
Wayne gave a shot in advance: "Professor, don't blame me for the grudge between you and Fudge. I have accepted Fudge's sincerity."
"In business, the most important thing is integrity."
"It has nothing to do with Fudge, and I won't involve you." Dumbledore took a sip of black tea: "Wayne, your improved version of wolfsbane potion should have passed the review, right?"
Wayne nodded, "Damocles wrote to me a few days ago and asked me to make more. This potion is too difficult and few people can master it."
"I came here for the wolfsbane potion." Dumbledore said, "Voldemort is best at driving dark creatures to work for him, werewolves, vampires, evil goblins, giants, More than ten years ago, he was his Majesty. "= |" I want to differentiate his strength while Voldemort was injured. "However, I still suggest that you go to Mr. Digari. He is now in the status of the Divine Animal Division." | = | Dumbledore sighed helplessly: "If Fuji knows this is what I mean, no matter how correct the decision is, he will oppose it." = | "Then you want me to go?" | "Okay, just like I want to go to Bado to find Fred and George." | = | Find Fred and George just by the way. The real purpose of Venn is to see Luna. Mr. Lovgde is at home every day.
Seeing his agreement, Dumbledore smiled again.
"You just said that Hagrid and Madame Maxime went to find the giants?" Wayne asked curiously.
He was wondering why Hagrid wrote to him a few days ago, asking him to recommend a few perfumes.
"They have already reached the giant's territory." Dumbledore said, "But the progress is not smooth, and it will take some time."
"It is very likely that we will need a new professor of Care of Magical Creatures next semester."
"Then how did you convince Madame Maxime?" Wayne was a little puzzled: "This matter has nothing to do with France at present, right?"
Dumbledore smiled: "I asked Nico to be my lobbyist. In France, his name is much more useful than mine."[]
"I see." Wayne nodded in understanding.
"Then I'll wait for your good news."
Dumbledore put down the teacup and looked at the emptyHe also took the plate and said goodbye.
Late at night, Malfoy Manor.
Although the Malfoy family is sarcastic to the outside world, the relationship between the Malfoys and Draco is very deep.
In the past, the days when Draco just came back from vacation were the best time in the manor.
After a while, Lucius would dislike his son, but Narcissa still doted on him.
But this year the situation has changed a little.
The whole manor was terribly silent, and there was no light in the houses.
The light in the gorgeous hall was dim, with only a few candlesticks flickering with flickering candles.
"Master, the Ministry of Magic is calm, and not many people believe that you have returned."
Lucius Malfoy crawled on the ground, reporting carefully, while outside the hall, Draco Malfoy and his mother Narcissa looked inside nervously, not daring to breathe.
"Yeah, let alone them."
"Even you old friends were suspicious before you saw me, weren't you?"
Voldemort's indifferent voice sounded, and a candlelight just happened to shine on his face.
One side was black, and the other side was white for a long time. .