MM Racing Chapter 125 Fudge's Cunning Moves
Chapter 125 Fudge's Cunning Moves
Chapter 125 Fudge's Cunning Moves
"My suggestion is this—" Umbridge's eyes darted around, an idea forming in his mind.
Fudge nodded repeatedly as he listened.
No one knew about this conversation, but Fouché's decree would be disseminated.
The series of decrees had only a slightly less significant impact on the magic wand than the news of Voldemort's capture.
[Ministerial Order No. 23 of 1991: Newspapers and magazines are prohibited from mentioning the Ministry of Magic; violators will be investigated.]
[Ministerial Order No. 24 of 1991: Promoted Dolores Umbridge, formerly Assistant Minister, to Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic.]
[Ministerial Order No. 25 of 1991: Prohibits the unauthorized establishment of detention facilities within educational institutions.]
[Ministerial Order No. 26 of 1991: The Minister of Magic shall have the authority to appoint teachers in educational institutions.]
[Ministerial Order No. 27 of 1991: All arrests and trials within the Ministry of Magic must be authorized by the Minister.]
[Ministerial Order No. 28 of 1991]
As soon as the decrees were issued and circulated within the Ministry of Magic, Lalvin, the Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Transportation, dismissed them with disdain.
"That old bastard Fudge is treating wizards like Muggles."
He pointed to a stack of copied government decrees on the table, saying, "No one with a sound mind would make such a statement."
Many of the staff of the Department of Magical Transportation were promoted by this senior, and he also had a deep affection for Hogwarts and was proud of the Hogwarts professors' capture of Voldemort.
Therefore, everyone was extremely puzzled by the subsequent decrees that practically revealed the Hogwarts and Dumbledore's identification numbers: Had Fudge lost his mind? Had he lost sight of who he really was?
"He issued a ministerial order—we can't directly oppose it," someone said.
No one believed that any of their classmates intended to tolerate this, so they wanted to hear what this person had to say.
The man continued, "We're not capable of fighting Fudge right now. Should we contact the Academy and see if there's anything we can do?"
Larvin shook his head and then nodded: "We are capable of fighting Fudge!"
He said it with absolute certainty.
But he hesitated for a moment before saying, "Let's ask the principal and professors first, so we don't disrupt their plans by acting on our own."
"The plan?" someone asked.
"We've discussed what someone like Fudge would do before. Although our guesses weren't accurate and he wasn't as extreme as Fudge himself, even we could guess a little. The principal and professors must have already made plans."
Larvin took out his communicator and dialed Ryan's number.
With a soft beep, Ryan's bust appeared on the communicator: "Long time no see, senior. What made you decide to call me?"
Larvin read through the decree that hadn't been issued yet, then asked, "Do you have any contingency plans that we need to implement?"
"They really did it. I did discuss it with the principal, but the principal's intention was to handle it." Ryan confirmed again and again that Fudge had indeed issued such a ministerial order.
He exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "This 'magic is power' sculpture has been in the Ministry of Magic for so long. Is Fudge blind?"
"Possibly," Larvin shrugged. "Since the principal has his own ideas, then we don't need to coordinate our actions, right?"
"What do you want?"
"I remember we talked about this the first time we had a conversation, didn't we?" Larvin blinked. "How about we get together this weekend?"
As he spoke, he waved the image of Ryan on the communicator at the staff member next to him.
"Of course, so all of you seniors are here." Ryan's phantom said with a start, "Then let's meet at the entrance of Hogwarts School this weekend."
"Okay. It's settled then."
The two ended the call.
"Boss, you're saying we're also taking action ourselves?" someone asked.
Larvin: "Didn't I just say we have a way to deal with Fudge? If we have a way and don't use it, then we have no way at all. What a waste, isn't it?"
"That's right!"
"Well said!"
"That little Fudge, get him!"
"Let's all go and take him down!"
Birds of a feather flock together; the fact that Larvin and Ryan are such good friends shows that he's no saint either.
These Hogwarts students who rallied around Larvin were certainly not obedient children; every single one of them was an "outstanding graduate."
As everyone knows, outstanding graduates of Hogwarts are eligible to be admitted to Azkaban!
With these brilliant minds gathered together, something big is bound to happen in either the Ministry of Magic or the wizarding world.
"Of the new generation of staff at the Ministry of Magic, how many can we really get along with?" Larvin stopped the unrestrained, almost licentious laughter in the room.
Since there is only one magic school in the entire United Kingdom, and even only eleven magic schools in the world, he did not ask how many alumni are among the current generation of staff at the Ministry of Magic.
Because they are all alumni, there are basically no non-alumni.
"Most of the new recruits to the Ministry of Magic in the last four or five years are our own people, and some non-pure-blood wizards in their late twenties or early thirties are also considered our own people." Someone rattled off a series of names.
"That means we have thirty or forty of our own people—"
Larvin's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected so many people. After all, the entire staff of the British Ministry of Magic was only about a hundred people, with Aurors and strikers making up the majority.
Because those within the Ministry of Magic were basically connected through Ryan, the prophet, via various prophecies and assistance. He was merely a colleague of these people, or they were introduced by Ryan, or they received letters of recommendation from Ryan.
"They should all have bought communicators, right? Ryan and his team drove the projector price down to this level, surely no one wouldn't have bought one," Larvin asked. "Try to contact these people as much as possible, and I'll go find some others."
"What should I say after contacting them?"
"Let's say that Fudge is old and senile, and we'll give him a big job."
Pulling open the door, the sweltering heat outside suddenly rushed in, bringing a chilling and oppressive atmosphere. Larvin's departing figure even evoked a sense of epic battles.
Under the gaze of the crowd behind him, this figure's long robe fluttered wildly in the wind, his steps were steady and powerful, his head held high and his chest out, looking straight ahead.
It was more like the opening of a war.
Hogwarts Castle, Headmaster's Office.
Ryan, who visits the principal's office more often than his dormitory, hung up the call.
"Was that Larvin? Fudge's decree just now—oh well, I'll handle it."
Dumbledore recognized his outstanding student, the former student council president.
Perhaps even Fudge himself didn't expect that Dumbledore would already know everything before his decrees were even made public, but were only circulating within the Ministry of Magic.
Fudge: There's a mole! There's a mole!
"That's right, it looks like senior is going to give Fudge a job." Ryan put the communicator back in his pocket, conjured up three incense sticks, and sincerely bowed in the direction of the Ministry of Magic.
"I hope everyone is alright," he said.
"By the way, Principal, I have another new prophecy."