Hermione, join me as Minister of Magic!

"Impossible. Anyway, the news on the market is just rumors. After the limelight passes, those anti-epidemic enthusiasts with delusions of persecution find that they have a large amount of useless equipment and medicines in their hands, and they can only sell them at low prices. We can take the opportunity to…”

Hearing that the head of the logistics department, Shi Ren, was still talking endlessly, Fudge almost wanted to strangle him to death.

He finally couldn't help it anymore: "Stop it, idiot! Listen to my order now, and it is forbidden to sell any equipment to the outside world, no matter whether it is expired or about to expire, it is not allowed to sell!"

"Ah?" The director of the logistics department was dumbfounded.

Fudge slapped the table irritably, "Get out of here! Go and check your clothes quickly.

Prepare, leave me as much as you have, and then make up for the sold equipment and medicine as soon as possible, and then check how much money is left, and go to the Muggle supermarket to buy a batch of food... In addition, call my assistant And the director of the press office came in! "

After the director of the logistics department heard Fudge's order, his face turned pale, as if he had thought of something.

"Okay, okay, I'll call here." He hurried out.

The director of the press office soon came to Fudge's office, and what Fudge asked him to do was also very simple: he was asked to impose a password ban on the media, prohibiting them from reporting-everything related to spreading rumors, and appealing to all Farms and livestock farms sell food to wizards at a low price.

As for Fudge's assistant, Fudge asked him to arrange a meeting for himself as soon as possible. He would discuss with wizards like Malfoy and Farley who have a lot of land in their families, and begged them not to sell food to Muggles this year, and try to Leave the yield in for internal digestion.If they agreed, he could consider lowering the "Special Tax on Trade with Muggles" a little bit.

Although the reaction was a bit slow, Fudge felt that his response was fairly timely, at least no outsiders could criticize him.

But when he went through arduous negotiations and finally reached an agreement with those land-owning wizards, he heard terrible news from his subordinates:

The food he bought from a Muggle supermarket with Ministry of Magic spare funds was robbed by a group of angry housewives in Diagon Alley!

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Fudge is confused when he hears that the car he sent out to buy food has been hijacked.

Who leaked the news?What is the purpose of the robbery?

The conscience of heaven and earth, he bought these foods to stabilize the price and avoid continuing to be blamed, and the price is not expensive, why would anyone want to rob it?

But without knowing the situation, it was impossible to judge everything, so Fudge hurriedly called his trusted guards, and then flew to Diagon Alley with the fireplace.

It turned out that when he arrived at Diagon Alley, he discovered that the so-called "robbery" was completely different from what he had imagined.

Because the things were bought from Muggles this time, they couldn't confiscate all the food in front of Muggles, so they chose to use a rented pickup truck to transport the goods.

By the time Fudge arrived, the truck was already empty, the door was wide open, and a small pile of coins was left in place.

Seeing Fudge coming, the staff responsible for transporting the food hastily explained that he just did it out of helplessness.

"A group of wizards saw us unloading things under the car and asked us to sell them," he explained.

"Didn't you tell them that these were just bought by the Ministry?" asked Fudge.

The wizard made a smile that was uglier than crying: "It's because I said it that I became like this."

Fudge burst out a few swear words, and everyone who heard them twisted their necks outward in unison, looking for the "thugs" that didn't exist around them

After cursing for a while, Fudge looked at the small pile of coins in the truck.

"So it's not a robbery, it's a forced buy, is it?" he asked hopefully.

If it wasn't for robbery, at least it wouldn't sound too bad to say it, and Fudge's purpose of getting people to buy these was originally to stabilize prices, which can be regarded as benevolent.

"Yes!" The wizard who transported the food quickly replied, "Just now there was a little man there to take pictures, and took pictures of those people robbing...forcibly buying them. There are only two of us, and there is nothing we can do to stop them..."

"Wait!" Fudge raised his heart that had just let go, "Take a picture? Is it a reporter? Which company?"

"It's not a reporter." The driver also helped to explain, "It's just a young boy passing by, holding something in his hand, and wearing a Hogwarts robe... a Gryffindor scarf, he should just come to Diagon Alley to buy things Yes, I shot it without any hassle.”

"Oh..." Fudge felt a little relieved after hearing this - if it was just taken casually, the problem shouldn't be too big.

After thinking about it, he asked these two people to go to the newspaper office of the Daily Prophet and let them report what happened just now.

"We still have a lot of food, wizards, please don't worry, don't believe rumors, the Ministry of Magic is taking active measures to stabilize prices... probably this is the caliber, you can discuss the details with my assistant... well, I'm going to the nearby Go to the store and see who is snapping up."

Fudge finished his confession and left, looking like he was going to figure out what the hell was going on.

thing.

After he left, the two wizards in charge of transportation were relieved.Fudge didn't hold them accountable, nor did he ask who the real buyer was,

This made them very grateful, because the large group of wizards who demanded to buy them just now were not strangers to them.

After all, wizards are a society of acquaintances. If you make a slight detour, almost everyone is related. Some of the wizards who are forced to buy are even their relatives. , Then they knew almost all of those people just now.

So they really couldn't refuse the request of those people, and being able to pretend to "stop" it was all they could do. As for blocking, it was absolutely impossible.There may be factions at the top, but there is really no need for these low-level employees to damage their personal relationships in order to "do their duty".

It is estimated that Fudge did not scold the two of them precisely because he knew this.

Just to be on the safe side, when the little Gryffindor guy was taking pictures, the two of them kept "flashing their teeth and claws", pretending that they were stopping these people, so that even if the photos were published, they could say they were trying their best.

And just as they were relieved, Lockhart also took those photos in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Good job, Colin!" He patted the shoulder of the little boy in front of him approvingly, "The technique of developing photos is getting more and more proficient."

Colin Creevey's face beamed with excitement: "Yes, sir! I can wash a sheet in half a minute now!"

Lockhart looked at the photo, and sure enough, he saw two Ministry of Magic employees trying their best to prevent the crowd from grabbing food.

"The angle is good, the lighting is also good, and even the expressions on these people's faces are clearly captured, tsk tsk... Do you have backups of these photos?"

"Yes, sir."

makeup. "Lockhart smiled and put the photo in his pocket

Li, "Take it back to school and publish these photos in the school newspaper."

"No problem." Colin replied simply.

It was Professor Lockhart who brought him into the magical world and provided a lot of convenience for his photography hobby. He not only sponsored his photography club, but also contacted newspaper media for him, so that he could sell himself to shoot the five-wild competition photo, and even contacted the job years in advance, now is the time for him to give back

And it's for justice - to expose the Ministry of Magic's cover-up!

Unlike those people, I, Colin Creevey, am a Gryffindor, a media person with a conscience!

Seeing that the kid in front of him was immersed in a sense of justice and couldn't extricate himself, Lockhart didn't insult him with such vulgar things as money, but told him to go back to school quickly and be careful recently.

After Colin left, Lockhart also took the photos and went straight to the headquarters of Witch Weekly. He had something to discuss with the editor-in-chief.

He has been laying out the layout for so long, it is almost time to close the net.

After Fudge walked around Diagon Alley a few times, he was surprised to find that almost all the shops selling magic equipment were out of stock.

After inquiring about Wieseac, he found out that the newspapers and media, which always liked to exaggerate, did not exaggerate the description of the "panic" in the wizarding world this time, but did not describe it enough.

He finally realized that something was wrong: "Who bought out the stock?"

Weizeac was hard to beat: Dugun people, first a few high-ranking members of your Ministry of Magic, then some staff, and then everyone came to buy it. "

"Higher Ministry?" said Fudge in disbelief. "Who?"

Weizeac hesitated for a moment, as if to ascertain whether Fudge was faking

He came out, but after thinking twice, he decided not to betray Lockhart.

"We must strictly abide by commercial confidentiality. We can't tell you who they are, but... they are all from the Ministry of Magic."

Fudge thought for a moment, then flew into a rage.

Needless to say, Weizeek had already guessed who those people might be.

The first person to buy equipment secretly must be an insider, that is, the person who knew that there was an accident in the competition that night, so there is no need to run away.

Although these people obeyed Fudge on the surface and did not make this matter public, these guys themselves were secretly hoarding supplies!

These bastards!

If he wasn't still in Diagon Alley, I'm afraid that Fudge would explode at that time, but he still forcibly suppressed his anger, and did not call his assistant angrily until he returned to his office, asking him to notify all the senior management. Two days in the conference room