"I don't think you're capable of handling your current job anymore. You'll receive your transfer notice by tomorrow at the latest. Now pack your things and leave."
Fudge glared fiercely across the desk at the young male wizard opposite him, signaling that the man could get lost.
The young male wizard froze, staring at Minister for Magic Fudge in disbelief. He had never imagined that merely speaking a few truths would cost him such a promising job.
His lips moved slightly, as though he wanted to say something more, but beneath Fudge's gaze, he ultimately said nothing. He merely turned and walked away in silence.
Watching the young male wizard's dejected figure leave, Fudge's lips curled into a sneer.
If not for the fact that the man had diligently served him for two years, Fudge would have had him thrown out of the Ministry of Magic altogether instead of merely transferring him.
Yes, that unfortunate ministerial assistant had lost his promising job because he did not understand what Fudge wanted.
He was capable, but so what? Fudge needed an assistant who could solve problems and deal with trouble for him, not an idiot who only made things more difficult.
What did he mean, Dumbledore had no reason to spread rumors?
The man had actually presumed to offer him so-called "correct advice." Fudge had dealt with Dumbledore for so many years—did the fool think he did not understand Dumbledore's character?
Did he not know Dumbledore had no interest in the position of Minister for Magic?
Of course he knew!
Cornelius Fudge knew better than anyone that he had only become Minister for Magic because Dumbledore had turned down the nomination.
Even after becoming Minister for Magic, Fudge had never forgotten how much prestige and support Dumbledore had received during the election.