Chapter 368: Fudge in Ecstasy

Ministry of Magic,

Minister's Office.

Fudge sat on a wide chair, reviewing the "Investigation Report on the Collapse of Westminster Abbey" while listening to Umbridge reading the latest report.

Umbridge is now the Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, second only to Fudge himself in position, and she doesn't have to do such small work.

But Fudge just likes her sweet little voice, especially when working. After listening to it for a while, he stood up straight.

Umbridge was also willing to use her unique little mouth to serve Minister Fudge, so she read with great devotion:

"Are these 'resurrected' Death Eaters the same group of Death Eaters from last year's Quidditch World Cup?

If they are the same group of people, it means that they left Azkaban a year ago. Why didn't the Ministry of Magic find out?

Minister Fudge claimed that they were dead. Did he really think they were dead, or did he know that they were not dead, but lied to keep his position as Minister of Magic?

Or...he himself was an important umbrella for the Death Eaters to escape from prison?

What role did Minister Fudge play in the resurrection of the mysterious man?

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"Enough!" Fudge yelled and stood up from his chair, his voice full of anger. "What is that woman Rita Skeeter writing?"

Umbridge put down the newspaper and fanned the flames, saying, "Mr. Minister, she wants to arouse public dissatisfaction by suggesting that you are a Death Eater, so as to drive you out of office."

Fudge's face suddenly darkened.

The Minister of Magic is elected every seven years. He is only in his fifth year as Minister, so theoretically he will not step down.

But theory is theory, reality is reality.

Just like Basil Fleck, the British Minister of Magic with the shortest tenure, was driven out by angry people after only two months in office because he failed to prevent the alliance between goblins and werewolves during the Goblin War.

After the World Cup attack last year and the "resurrection" of the Death Eaters this year, Fudge's current public support rate has reached the bottom.

If he is labeled a Death Eater again, he probably won't survive the summer in this office and will be driven out of office in disgrace!

"Didn't I ask the Daily Prophet not to publish Skeeter's article?" Fudge asked angrily:

"Is the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Barnabas Guffey, turning a deaf ear to my words?!"

"Minister, this is the New York Ghost." Umbridge reminded: "American newspapers."

"American... American newspapers... they must also abide by the principle of seeking truth from facts in journalism!"

Although Fudge said this, his momentum was obviously weaker.

There is no way. With the rampage of two generations of Dark Lords, Grindelwald and Voldemort, the center of the magic world has long been transferred from Britain to the United States.

In the fifteen years since the end of the Wizarding War, the American Magical Congress has provided a lot of economic assistance and reconstruction assistance to Britain, which was destroyed by the war.

In the past, the British Empire was the father of the United States. When British wizards saw American wizards, they were superior and thought they were country bumpkins.

But now the situation is reversed, and Britain has become someone else's son.

Fudge, the British minister, naturally couldn't stand up straight when he spoke.

However, for the sake of face, he still shouted: "Protest... Immediately let the International Cooperation and Exchange Department lodge a serious protest with the American Magical Congress!"

Although the protest is useless, at least it can let the public see his... toughness!

Umbridge nodded and quickly wrote down Fudge's top instructions in the notebook.

"What is Dumbledore doing now?" Fudge quickly changed the subject.

"He is erratic." Umbridge said, "He should be preparing for the International Confederation of Wizards Conference."

"International Confederation of Wizards Conference?" Fudge sneered and said, "I even dismissed him as the British representative. He doesn't think he still has a chance to participate, right?"

"Some members of the Wizengamot have been very active recently." Umbridge reminded:

"Grissilda MacBans and Tiberius Ogden, for example, seem to be contacting others to oppose the resolution to dismiss Dumbledore as the British representative."

" These two are Dumbledore's best friends!" Fudge said coldly: "After I deal with Dumbledore, it will be their turn!"

"Anyway, spread the word, just say what I said... Anyone who has anything to do with Dumbledore will never stay in the Ministry of Magic again!"

Fudge walked to the window, put his hands on his hips, and said domineeringly:

"It's time for them to make a choice between me and Dumbledore!"

"That's right, in the face of major issues, those who are not firm in their positions should be expelled from the Ministry of Magic." Umbridge looked at Fudge with admiration.

"I believe they will all follow your footsteps, and will not choose that old man Dumbledore!"

Listening to Umbridge's flattery, Fudge was full of confidence at this moment, but when he turned around, he suddenly saw Rove's photo in the newspaper, and his face became gloomy again.

"Dumbledore was dismissed by me and cannot attend the International Confederation of Wizards Conference, but Rolf was invited...he can attend."

"He also saved the representatives on the floating dragon ship last year." Fudge said worriedly:

"With his current influence, if he speaks at the International Confederation of Wizards Conference, it will definitely be disadvantageous to us. Is there any way to make him shut up?"

"Mr. Minister, I have something to report to you about Rolf Scamander." Umbridge said in a greasy voice.

"What is it?"

"Earlier today." Umbridge said with a smile on her face:

"I received an urgent notice from Joseph, the administrator of Mainland Harbor. He said... the Mayflower has been found."

"Found?" Fudge raised his eyebrows. The ship had been missing for a few days, and the Ministry of Magic had sent many Aurors to search for it.

"What happened to the ship? Was there a storm?"

"More than that." Umbridge said, "Captain Carlos said that the Mayflower was attacked by a particularly large dragon."

"That's terrible." Fudge sighed, "Did many passengers die?"

"There were some casualties, but not many." Umbridge said, "Rolf Scamander was on the ship, he... repelled the dragon."

Hearing this news, Fudge's first reaction was not happiness, but depression.

Scamander saved another ship of wizards, which meant that his reputation would rise again, and he said that the mysterious man was resurrected, and there would definitely be more wizards who believed in him.

This news is terrible!

Looking at Fudge's gloomy face, Umbridge smiled and said, "Mr. Minister, I haven't finished yet."

"Well, you continue!"

"Two passengers are missing, and Scamander went out to search alone." Umbridge paused and said, "So far... there is no trace."

"He is missing?" Fudge was stunned.

"Yes, Scamander has been missing for two days and two nights." Umbridge cursed with full malice:

"He is most likely... buried in the sea... dead."

"Is this possible?" Fudge asked in confusion: "He is so powerful."

"I heard from the wizards on the ship that the dragon that attacked the Mayflower was more than 50 meters long." Umbridge said.

"No matter how powerful Scamander is, he can't be the opponent of this magical creature. He was probably caught up by the dragon when he went out to search, and then killed."

Listening to Umbridge's analysis, Fudge felt it made sense, and he said excitedly:

"Send out Aurors to search the entire North Sea again, remember... to find the person alive, to find the body dead."

"Yes!"

After Umbridge left, Fudge finally couldn't help laughing, he really felt that he had a destiny.

Fudge was willing to give Rove another Merlin medal, set up a statue for him in the Ministry of Magic, and even set up a special commemorative day.

But the premise is...

Fudge pursed his lips and said:

"Rolf...you must die!"

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