The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"Thank you~" Hermione gently wiped the water stains off her fingers with a table cloth.

"This is a good boy." She touched Tom's head and hooked his chin, "Come on, tell me where you went at noon."

Hermione raised her hands, frowned and smiled, with a charm of her own, which made Tom's heart itch, as if a restless kitten lived in it.

Hearing Hermione's question, he also shared with Hermione what he had just done.

"Oh?" Hermione raised her eyebrows, "So, our busy man is going to interfere in the change of the Prime Minister? Just supported the Minister of Magic, and now he is involved in the whirlpool of the British Prime Minister, you really can. "

Hermione was speaking from her heart. She really didn't expect that her boyfriend would be so courageous, and the things he planned didn't seem to be something he should consider at his age.

Would a normal little wizard think, "This Minister of Magic is too cowardly, I have to replace him"? They are all thinking about things like "what to eat for lunch", "the homework to be handed in tomorrow has not been written yet", "who can lend me a copy of the homework". It's too early to think about finding a girlfriend.

"Go with the flow, go with the flow," Tom didn't think his actions were remarkable. He just knows more information than others, and is good at typing information.

Hermione took a copy of the Daily Prophet from one of the stools and handed it to Tom.

"Fudge's finished," she said softly.

When Tom saw it, it turned out to be a news report that Fudge finally gave up the large-scale search for Peter Pettigrew and decided to offer a reward of 20,000 Galleons for his arrest.

Tom knew that as soon as this news was released, the wizarding world would be in a frenzy.

This is indeed the case.

Even though it's Christmas, the Ministry of Magic has some hapless people on duty. However, the lively and hurried atmosphere on weekdays definitely does not exist. All the employees look like they are lazy, and they do everything they can to fish and paddle.

During the working day, those fireplaces that spit out a person every few seconds are also burning quietly at this time, no different from ordinary fireplaces. The splendid hall was empty, only the fountain in the middle of the hall was still working diligently.

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The clatter of water even echoed in the empty hall.

There is a table on the left side of the hall with a sign that says "Security Check". Sitting behind was a witch with a perforated bird blue robe and somewhat disheveled hair. At this time, she was bored trimming her nails.

Suddenly, a fireplace in the hall burst into green flames, and a wizard staggered out of it, holding a briefcase and a crumpled Daily Prophet in his hand.

"What's wrong? In such a hurry?" The witch knew the wizard, and she asked with a smile, "Is it raining on the ceiling of your office?"

The wizard looked ugly, he shook his head, "I hope it's just a leak in the ceiling... See for yourself, I'm still in a hurry..."

He put the newspaper on the witch's table and hurried away.

The witch looked at the newspaper curiously, and the word "Shame" in bold and black came into her eyes. She froze for a moment, and before she could react, an owl flew in from outside and landed on her table.

When the witch saw what was in the owl's claws, her face changed dramatically: the owl brought a roaring letter.

She knew how powerful this thing was, so she quickly reached out and opened the letter, and a sharp female voice roared in the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

It wasn't over yet, owl after owl rushed into the Ministry of Magic, leaving behind roaring letters that scared the witches and ran away.

Soon, the hall became lively.

At this time, green flames rose from the fireplaces on both sides of the hall, and one figure after another appeared from the fire.

But they covered their ears as soon as they came in - it was too noisy in the hall.

The roaring letters turned to ashes one after another, seemingly never ending. The noise was rampant for several hours, during which time most of the Ministry of Magic officials stopped taking vacations and rushed to the Ministry from their homes.

But no one tried to stop these roaring letters from spontaneously burning, and everyone silently watched this happen. Bones also came, and she winked at some. Only then did the officials move. A group of people silently turned and left, walked into the Ministry of Magic, and did not know what to do.

But there are still a lot of people who just stood there blankly, as if they had been cast on a leg-locking spell.

Finally, the last roaring letter also turned into ashes and landed on a messy floor. At this time, the once splendid halls of the Ministry of Magic seemed to have experienced a great battle.

Fudge had arrived long ago, and he was standing in front of a fireplace, sluggishly watching all this happen. Umbridge squeezed in beside him and talked to him several times, but he ignored it. Finally, even Umbridge shut his mouth.

Fudge knew where it all came from: the wizards of the British wizarding world were venting their dissatisfaction~www.wuxiamtl.com~ They were afraid of the escape of Mysterio's servants, and this fear eventually turned into a hatred of the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic. The wizards were restrained and only sent roaring letters.

"I, we..." Fudge waited for the lingering voice in the hall to dissipate completely, then cleared his throat and wanted to say something, but after he noticed the eyes of his subordinates, he was completely speechless.

Their eyes are very strange, looking at themselves like they are looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Minister," Burns interrupted Fudge, "I, as head of the Law Enforcement Division at the Ministry of Magic, will bring a no-confidence case against you."

Fudge was silent, and the entire hall fell into a dead silence.

He was silent for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh. The sigh even echoed in the halls of the Ministry of Magic.

"Bones, you are a capable witch." After Fudge finished sighing, the whole person seemed to be ten years old, and his body suddenly hunched down, and even his stomach seemed to be a little smaller.

He wanted to say something more, but was choked. Finally, he stopped talking, turned and walked towards the fireplace.

"You can hold the hearing yourself, and send me an owl to send me a letter when the results come out." After speaking, his figure disappeared into the green fire.

Those present watched Fudge leave. Everyone knew in their hearts that Fudge's time was over. Borns looked at Fudge's lonely back, and felt very uncomfortable.

"Clean up the hall and prepare for the election." But she quickly suppressed her emotions and gave orders to the officials around her.

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Today is the life and story of the fifteenth Minister of Magic, Radolphus Lestrange. Just look at the surname, the pure-blooded Lestrange family.

Chapter 158: The Era of Fudge Is Over