"Maybe it's because her brain has changed to look like Ministry of Magic's carrot seal."
Cedric put down the feather pen in his hand and said with a slight smile.
The small... big office was filled with a happy atmosphere for a while.
And the other side...
"He didn't hit me! What he hit was the authority of Ministry of Magic! What he hit was your face!"
In Ministry of Magic's Minister's Office, Fudge looked at Umbridge who was crying in front of him with a sad face. The ashtray in front of him was already filled with cigarette butts.
He can be said to be truly alone now. Except for the idiot in front of him... no, I can't say he is an idiot, he should be the last loyal person. He is really alone.
It is estimated that at the end of this year... or in the middle of this year, I will have to step down.
At that time, the entire wizarding world will re-elect the minister. Who will it be, Barty Crouch...Scrimgeour? Of course, it could also be Dumbledore... Who knows for sure.
Before he could finish his thoughts, the piercing cry of Umbridge opposite him came again.
"What's the matter?" Fudge sighed.
"Minister... I can't finish my work like this!" Umbridge wailed.
Fudge rubbed his face with helpless hands. He originally just wanted Umbridge to feel disgusted by Hogwarts, like looking for trouble here and there, but who knows, this guy started looking for trouble directly from the strongest.
He really has no awareness of his own strength at all.
She ended up having to wipe her butt for her.
And this butt still needs to be wiped. Now the only person under him who can really do anything is Umbridge.
If this guy leaves him, he can really just wait for a year and a half to retire. However, if Umbridge can complete her mission, such as forcing Hogwarts to give in, and Dumbledore to stand on her side, she might be able to give it a try...
What a fart!
Fudge's current state of mind is a bit crazy, and he actually wants to hurt each other in this way to get Dumbledore to take his side... You must know that Dumbledore is not a tremor... not necessarily.
But even if Dumbledore really has a special fetish, then this kind of sexual activity is not something Fudge can fix.
And with Dumbledore's character, if he was really anxious, he would be more likely to send someone to rush into his house and kill him than to give in to help Fudge.
In this small office, the two mad father-in-law and mad woman made even crazier and more arrogant plans.
These two people are not very good at uniting teammates, but they are very good at making mistakes. Bamu learned from Lai Junchen.
A conspiracy against Weasley Twins just emerged from this small office. It can't be said to be a conspiracy. It was just to force Hogwarts to fire Weasley Twins on the charge of attacking Ministry of Magic employees. That's all. This charge and method were even too crude, and it only targeted Weasley Twins.
It's not that they don't want to take care of Cedric by the way, it's actually that Cedric is now very popular. Since he became the champion of Triwizard Tournament, his exposure is basically the same as that of Harry Potter, who just killed Voldemort.
If I, the minister, were to point the finger at Cedric, he would probably be laid off immediately without waiting for a year and a half.
As for Kayson...
So what, now I don't have an arm. If I don't have another arm, I guess I will be one step closer to the mechanical Tyrannosaurus rex.
"But... by the way, Minister, now that Board of Governors is gone from us, what should we do... uh, fire them?"
"If you ask me to solve every problem, what's the use to you?" Fudge It was obvious that he hadn't studied his true situation yet, so he still used the same rhetoric as before.
But soon, Fudge saw Umbridge begin to take a deep breath. She was obviously gathering strength and planned to continue crying towards him.
Frightened, Fudge quickly gestured to stop.
"Stop, stop... I'll think of a way for you." Fudge sighed.
In just a few moments, Umbridge regained control of her posture and adopted her unique little daughter posture, which looked like a shriveled mummy with a loose layer of soft chicken skin. Then a child with a kindergarten painting level used a set of watercolor pens costing one dollar and bright diamonds buckled from clothes to draw a human face.
"What can I do?"
"I just thought about it. It's really difficult to expel them. We can make it impossible for them to attend class normally. It's the same as usual, Wizengamot's summons." Fudge sighed and said.
"But Minister. Let's compete with Hogwarts, especially Wizengamot. It seems that we haven't won yet." Umbridge frowned and said.
"Who asked you to find a way to win? You only need to let them be judged at Wizengamot all the time. As long as the professors at Hogwarts are angry, you will just stall for time and surrender, and then continue to find trouble and let them go to Wizengamot."
"That's it. If Hogwarts's professors headed by Dumbledore leave the two brats of Weasley family alone, they will gain support from Weasley family, and we will have the opportunity to show mercy to Weasley family."
"If they are running around for Weasley's twins, they won't be able to go to class. It will depend on what they choose." Fudge showed an evil smile, obviously satisfied with the plan he devised.
Umbridge on the opposite side also quickly appeared next to Fudge in a flattering manner, clapping with both hands, and the expression on his face seemed to be covered with frosting.
And at the same time...
The other side...
Kayson was sitting in the office, looking at the two uninvited guests who appeared opposite.
"You said you are going to take a break from school and then go on a one-year magic trip and do field research on the side?"
Weasley Twins, standing opposite him, nodded quickly.
Brain is confused