I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Ministry of Magic,

Minister's Office.

Fudge sat on a large chair, reviewing the "Investigation Report on the Collapse of Westminster Abbey" and listening to Umbridge read the latest report.

Umbridge is now the Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, second only to Fudge himself in terms of position, and does not have to do such a small job.

But Fuji was just like her sweet lolita voice, especially when he was working. After listening to it for a while, he stood up.

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

"Are these Death Eaters who came back from the dead the same group of Death Eaters who were at the Quidditch World Cup last year?

If it's the same group of people, it means 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 they were not dead but lied to keep his position as Minister of Magic?

Or... he himself is an important protective 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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"That's enough!" Fudge yelled, standing up from his chair, his voice filled with annoyance. "What is that woman Rita Skeeter writing about?"

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

Fudge's face instantly darkened.

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

But theory is theory, reality is reality.

Just like the shortest-serving British Minister of Magic, Basil Fleck, because he failed to prevent goblins and werewolves from forming an alliance during the Goblin War. He only served as minister for two months before he was driven out by the angry people.

After last year's World Cup attack and this year's Death Eaters' resurrection, Fudge's current public approval rating has reached rock bottom.

If he is labeled as a Death Eater again, he probably won't be able to survive the summer in this office, and he will be kicked out in despair!

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

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

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

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

Although Fudge said this, his momentum was obviously a bit weaker.

There is no way, with the two generations of Dark Lords Grindelwald and Voldemort wreaking havoc, the center of the wizarding world has long since moved from Britain to the United States.

In the fifteen years since the end of the Wizarding War, the Magical Congress of the United States has provided a large amount of financial assistance and assistance in reconstruction to Britain that was devastated 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 to them and thought they were country bumpkins.

But now it has turned against Tiangang, and Britain has become someone else's son.

When Fudge, the British minister, spoke, he naturally couldn't straighten his waist.

However, for the sake of saving face, he still said loudly: "Protest... Immediately ask the Department of International Cooperation and Exchange to lodge a serious protest against the Magical Congress of the United States of America!"

Although protesting is of no use, it can at least allow the public to see his... toughness!

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

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

"He is missing," Umbridge said. "He should be preparing for the International Wizarding Conference."

"International Confederation of Wizards Conference?" Fudge sneered: "I even dismissed him as the British representative, so he doesn't think he still has a chance to participate, does he?"

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

"It seems that Grisilda MacBance and Tiberus Ogden are contacting others to oppose the resolution to remove Dumbledore as the British representative."

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

"Anyway, let it be known, just say what I say... Anyone who has anything to do with Dumbledore will never want to 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!"

"Yes, anyone who does not stand firmly in the face of major issues of right and wrong should be expelled from the Ministry of Magic." Umbridge looked at Fudge with admiration.

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

Listening to Umbridge's praise, 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 darkened again.

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

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

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

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

"whats the matter?"

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

"I received an urgent notification from Joseph, the master of Mainland Harbor, saying... the Mayflower has been found."

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

"What happened to that ship? Did it encounter a storm?"

"Not only that," Umbridge said, "Captain Carlos said that the Mayflower was also attacked by a particularly huge fire dragon."

"That's really bad." Fudge sighed: "Did many passengers die?"

"There were some casualties, but not many," Umbridge said. "Rolf Scamander was on board, and he... fought off the dragon."

Upon hearing the news, Fudge's first reaction was not happiness, but depression.

Scamander rescued another boatload of wizards, which meant that his reputation would skyrocket again, and when he said that the mysterious man was resurrected, more wizards would definitely believe him.

This news is so bad!

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

"Well, keep going!"

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

"He is missing?" Fudge was stunned.

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

"There is a high probability that he...has been buried in the sea...and is dead."

"Is this possible?" Fudge asked doubtfully, "He is so powerful."

"I heard from the wizard on the ship that the fire dragon that attacked the Mayflower was more than fifty meters in size." Umbridge said.

"No matter how powerful Scamander is, he cannot be a match for this magical creature. He was probably caught up by the fire dragon when he went out to search and was killed."

Listening to Umbridge's analysis, Fudge felt that it made sense. He said excitedly:

"You send out Aurors again to search the entire Beihai. Remember...you will see people alive, and you will see corpses if you die."

"yes!"

When Umbridge left, Fudge finally couldn't help but laugh. He really felt like he had a destiny.

Fudge was willing to give Rolf another Order of Merlin, set up a statue for him in the Ministry of Magic, and even set up a special anniversary for him.

Provided that……

Fudge pursed his lips and said:

"Rolf...you must die!"

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