Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 248 246. What do you think, Minister Fudge?
A piece of news hits the front page of the Daily Prophet—Peter Pettigrew has escaped from prison.

In less than half a day, the newspapers were sold out.

Wizards' doubts about the ability of the guardians of Azkaban reached their peak.

At the same time, the Ministry of Magic, which had regained some of its reputation because of the Sirius case, once again became the target of public criticism.

Howling complaints filled the Minister's room again.

"Bastard! What are you bastards doing?! Such a big living person who doesn't have a wand yet, why did he run away?" Fudge was furious in the office, and the angry roar could be heard even downstairs The Ministry of Magic official in charge of Azkaban standing in front of him trembled in fright at the sight of Fudge.

Facts have proved that Fudge is really a lump of mud that can't support the wall. No, not even mud.

Obviously, Sirius just escaped from Azkaban under the nose of the dementors not long ago, and still let his men throw Peter to Azkaban to be guarded by the dementors.

I put all my energy into making a show. I published seven or eight issues of "The Personal Biography of Fudge, the Minister of Wise and Powerful Magic".

Personal desires are fulfilled.

But now as soon as Peter escapes, he instantly returns to before liberation.

"Quick. Take me to Mr. Dursley!"

After venting fiercely, he waved his hand to signal his incompetent subordinates to leave, and Fudge shouted at his new secretary. The previous secretary was dismissed by Fudge because he was too stupid (left foot into the office first), and now this one is obviously much smarter. .

It took only 2 minutes for Fudge to give the order, and he immediately found Dudley's location and arranged the itinerary for Fudge.

Accompanying Fudge to go together.

If it were Fudge before, he might have consulted Dumbledore or other pure-blood wizards for advice.

Now what Dumbledore, what pure blood wizard.

He only believed in Dursley now!

Only Mr. Dursley could save him in this situation.

When Fudge rushed to No. 4 Privet Drive with his subordinates, Dudley was enjoying a rare vacation with his family, holding a BBQ in his garden.

"Mr. Dursley."

Fudge kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, and shouted anxiously at Dudley.

Dudley gave Harry and Hermione a look with his eyes, and walked towards Fudge himself.

Suddenly, Fudge seemed to see Snape in the crowd, but he didn't have time to think about it, he just wanted to find a solution to the problem from Dudley.

"It's about Peter, Mr. Fudge."

The news of Peter's escape from prison was so loud that almost most wizards knew about it.

Dudley spoke slowly, snapped his fingers lightly, and a seat made of woven rattan rose behind Fudge.

"Sit down and talk slowly, try this."

As he spoke, he handed Fudge a classical glass filled with 8 points of ice cubes, and about half of the brown liquid was poured into it.

"Cough cough."

Fudge thought it was some kind of drink, took a big sip, and was instantly choked and coughed again and again.

Compared with the popular butter beer in the wizarding world, this drink is obviously over the limit.

Dudley shook his head slightly, picked up a glass of the same style, and took a sip, the unique aroma of Scotch whiskey surrounded his lips and teeth.

"I do not wish my family to be disturbed, Mr Minister."

"The recent move by the Ministry of Magic is a bit big."

There was something in Dudley's words, but something else.

The seemingly unreasonable words made Fudge's heart tremble.

Does he know?

After seeing the look in Dudley's eyes, he was sure of that, he must know.

"Don't worry, those are just squibs and will not cause any trouble to you and your family. We did this for better protection. Harry, isn't it? Harry Potter is an important savior."

Residents near Privet Drive moved out one after another, and at the same time many squibs were placed here.

It can be said that, except for the Grangers and the Dursleys, all other residents in the street are Squibs.

These are all arranged by the Ministry of Magic, to be precise, by Fudge.

In fact, this is also very understandable. It is precisely because Fudge believes in Dudley that he wants to completely control him.

"Thank you for your trouble."

Dudley just nodded and didn't dwell too much on the issue.

"Minister Fudge, in fact, this might not be a bad thing."

Fudge was taken aback when he heard Dudley's words?looked at him suspiciously.

Is it a good thing that Peter escaped from prison?Are you afraid you are fooling me?
I don't read much, but I graduated from Hogwarts in a serious way.

Dudley was not surprised to see Fudge's expression, and then said, "Think about it, you are the Minister of Magic."

"Your time is very valuable and you don't do everything yourself. Things like the detention of criminal Peter should be taken care of by other officials."

Fudge nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Makes sense.

I am the Minister of Magic, so I don't have time to take care of these trivial matters.

"So it's not your problem, it's their incompetence, so be clear about that."

In other words, it is to throw the blame out, or to put it bluntly, it is to find someone to take the blame.

Of course, it's not enough to just shake the pot.

"You have to take the initiative to apologize to the wizards."

Shake the pot + bow and apologize, make a show by yourself, and create a responsible persona.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

After listening to Dudley's detailed explanation, Fudge repeatedly praised him.

Why can't he think of it himself?
Dudley solved his biggest crisis in a few words, and Fudge's evaluation of Dudley went up a notch.

Such outstanding talents must be firmly in my hands.

Dudley's plan did not end here, just listen to him continue.

"Minister Fudge, if I remember correctly, the work of Azkaban is handled by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, right?"

"Yes." Fudge nodded.

"As the former director, the old Mr. Barty Crouch has always had a bad relationship with you. I remember that he was your strong competitor when he became the Minister of Magic."

"Yes."

Fudge continued to nod, and then asked tentatively, "What do you mean?"

"I think he was responsible for Peter's escape from Azkaban."

"And, if memory serves, his son, Barty Crouch Jr., is a Death Eater."

"That's right."

"If he can teach the son of a Death Eater, then there must be something wrong with his thinking."

Dudley showed two rows of white teeth like a hydraulic machine, looked at Fudge and said leisurely: "Don't you think some high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic have been in office for too long? Even longer than you, the wise and powerful Minister of Magic long"

"It's not good, it's very bad. Even your orders won't be able to be uploaded and issued effectively if they are obedient and obedient."

Dudley's words brought back many bad memories for Fudge. On the surface, he is the Minister of Magic, the man with the pinnacle of power in England.
In fact, there are quite a few officials throughout the Ministry of Magic who treat him one way and another behind his back.

"Minister Fudge. What do you think?"

"Mr. Dursley, I think you're right!"

(End of this chapter)