themonasnovels Chapter 368 The foreign policy of the Great Empire!
Chapter 368 The foreign policy of the Great Empire!
Chapter 368 The foreign policy of the Great Empire!
Returning to the Gringotts hall again, William saw an unexpected person—Minister Fudge.
He was sitting on the sofa in the hall, chatting with Hermione and Annie.
William frowned, why is he here?
It couldn't have been a coincidence. William had chosen a meal time to come to Gringotts, just to avoid the large crowd.
Moreover, there were a few Aurors following at the door, and the minister was obviously here to block them.
The kidnapping of the dementors has come to light?
Hermione glanced at William from a distance and gave him a reassuring look. The girl must have just said something.
After William approached, Fudge stood up and reproached in an eager tone of an elder, "William, you didn't tell me when you returned to England?"
"It's not a big deal, Mr. Minister." William said with a smile.
"Of course it's a big deal. You guys did such a great thing in France...I just chatted with Hermione, tsk tsk...it's really interesting." Fudge smiled.
"Let's go, let's move to a more comfortable place, Gringotts is not a good place to talk." Fudge whispered, blinking, "These bloody misers won't like us!"
A group of people walked through Diagon Alley and came to the Leaky Cauldron.
Immediately Tom, the barman, appeared, his back hunched over, his wrinkled, toothless face lifted into an ingratiating grin.
Only now did William realize that it was a medical miracle that Tom could survive till now!With the same name as the Dark Lord, isn't this courting death?
Could it be that Old Tom is also a Dumbledore-level great wizard, but he just hides his secrets and keeps a low profile? !
The wizards around saw William and Hermione, and immediately buzzed with excitement.Some even rushed up to shake hands.
The Aurors immediately stopped the group of blind wizards, acting like bodyguards.If you wear a suit and sunglasses, it will be more like it.
As we all know, the duty of Aurors is not to catch criminals, but to be bodyguards!
"A private room, Tom. The one where no one bothers you," said Fudge flatly.
"Yes, Minister!" said Tom. "What would you like? Beer? Brandy?"
"Let's have a small pot of tea," said Fudge. "It's brewed by the eight potions masters. I've recently become obsessed with it."
Tom led several people along the narrow passage, and then they walked into a small dining room.Tom snapped his fingers, and a fire was kindled in the grate; he bowed, and went away.
Several Aurors stood guard at the door.
"Sit down, you three little ones." Fudge pointed to the three chairs by the fire.
Fudge took off his pinstriped robe, threw it aside, and sat down across from the three.
Tom the pub-keeper reappeared with a tray of dainty little pots of tea and gluten toast.
He put the tray on the table, left the sitting room, and closed the door behind him.
"Come on, have a taste, have you had your supper?" said Fudge, pouring out the tea.
The three nodded, but none of them touched the scorched gluten.
"I'm too busy to eat. I'm not afraid that you will know that the Ministry of Magic has been in a mess recently."
Sighing, Fudge buttered his glutenous toast, added ketchup, and added burgers.It's a bit like Lao Ba's secret little hamburger.
William felt sick to his stomach for a while, and he regretted eating so much for dinner.
"Blake's escape from prison, the construction of the Quidditch World Cup venue, the disappearance of dementors... oh, what a disaster!
This year is definitely the toughest year in history. ’ Fudge took a bite of the hamburger.
"Fortunately, that crazy woman, Arya, didn't attack London and chose Paris." The minister gloated.
William just listened, waiting for Fudge to get to the point.
"Tell me about Paris, William?" Fudge didn't go around too much.
"Mr. Scamander was arrested, Clegane then issued a national arrest warrant for you...Dumbledore came to me and asked me to negotiate with the French Ministry of Magic.
Impossible...it's impossible to just cooperate with him tacitly as Clegane said..." Fudge said keenly.
"I wonder if there is something hidden in it?"
"Mr. Minister, what do you mean... I didn't understand?" William pretended to be puzzled.
"Children, the French Ministry of Magic is using you." Fudge looked angry.
"France caught the wrong man, you showed mercy to save Paris, and they used you in turn to maintain the reputation of the Ministry of Magic, I have never seen such a brazen guy!
You should stand up and expose them bravely. said Fudge encouragingly.
William sighed slightly, this is typical, watching the excitement is not a big deal.
Using William as a tool man and letting him charge forward to break the news about the bad things of the French Ministry of Magic will definitely divert everyone's attention from Black.
Then take the opportunity to stir up a wave of national sentiment... Fudge is old Trump.
"But! I don't think our affairs in France are important." Hermione couldn't help but said. "That's all in the past, catching Black is the most important thing now."
Fudge squinted at Hermione. "Are you blaming the Ministry of Magic, boy?"
Hermione held William's hand and felt the temperature of the boy's palm. After a while, the girl's hand stopped shaking. She mustered up her courage, looked directly at the Minister of Magic, and said loudly:
"Yes, I am indeed accusing the Ministry of Magic of inaction. You shouldn't waste your time on finding out the truth about Paris, or reporting on my relationship with William!"
William immediately nodded in agreement, showing his attitude.If you say it in words, it is probably: "Me too!"
"You two are still young and don't understand. Of course this matter is important."
Fudge didn't care about Hermione's rudeness, he was begging for help now, so he was not qualified to get angry.
"We lost a dementor in France... did you know?"
"Yes, of course we know, dementors attacked us!" Hermione said bluntly.
"Oh, what, shit..." Fudge panicked, "I don't know...the dementors didn't say...they just said they were driven off by the French Aurors..."
Fudge really didn't seem to know, there was panic on his face.
After a while, he loosened his collar and said with difficulty: "I will inquire about this matter.
But this confirmed my guess even more.
Let me tell you the truth, dementors are as docile as puppies and never attack wizards. "
William nodded slightly, as he could testify that the dementors were indeed docile, just like Annie's big black dog.
Fudge saw William nodding, and showed a gratified smile: "So how could it be such a coincidence that the dementors attacked you? It must have been deliberately guided by the French Ministry of Magic.
They took the opportunity to capture the dementors, and then broke the news to that dead woman Rita... Scheming! "
Hermione held William's hand tightly, and William coughed lightly, trying not to act abnormally.
In fact, it was William who broke the news to Rita, and it was he who captured the dementor.
Fudge stubbornly identified as France, what could William say, and tell Fudge that he did it?
Of course William wouldn't be that stupid, so he had no choice but to "hmmmhhhhhh" echoed.
Fudge seemed to get angrier as he spoke. He squashed the hamburger in his hand, and the butter splashed all over him.
"Why didn't Blake flee to other countries, but went to France... The French Ministry of Magic is providing Blake with political asylum!
The whole thing is the French Ministry of Magic behind the scenes! "
Fudge continued: "I'm staring at Paris, just wanting to expose the dark side of the French Ministry of Magic and put pressure on them so that they will compromise and hand over Black!
It's that simple! "
"..."
No one has this brain power. If William hadn't experienced the whole thing, he might have been fooled by Fudge's rhetoric.
"Why would the French Ministry of Magic do this?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"Why? We're going to host the Quidditch World Cup next year. We've invested heavily, put all our eggs in one basket, and bet on the country's fortunes.
The French Ministry of Magic wants to spoil us, and Quidditch would be better off! said Fudge angrily.
"Aren't we friendly countries with France?" Anne asked suspiciously.
"The Muggle government signed the "European Union Treaty" two years ago, and the EU will take effect in November this year..."
"Yeah, yeah...the Muggle government joined the European Union." Fudge smiled disdainfully, "because we're in and we can mess it up.
Let's put it this way, boy, whether it's the Muggle government or the Ministry of Magic, our foreign policy for the past 500 years has been the same goal - to create a divided Europe!
We pit the Germans against the French, the French against the Italians, and the Italians against the Dutch.
We are doing a lot of regional blackmailing, milking, scolding German sticks, spraying Su powder... Ahem, in short, there is no good wizard in France! "
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(End of this chapter)