The Ministry of Magic's Plan

Sony was founded in 1946 and is headquartered in Tokyo. After years of development, it has become a large, comprehensive multinational conglomerate.

Their newly appointed sixth president and representative director is Nobuyuki Idei, who strongly pushed for the collaboration between Sony Music and MJ.

Some people are determined to acquire Sony/ATV's music copyrights, which is enough to prove how sharp Idei's foresight is.

"Investigate this young man."

Half an hour later, the secretary returned. Idei expressionlessly took the thin personal file and began to read it carefully.

Vincent Wayne

Male

British nationality

Age unknown

The only son of Eric Wayne, the new owner of Bugatti Motors, and the chairman of the newly established Prologue Investment Company on Wall Street. He holds a large number of shares in American technology companies and became the second-largest shareholder of BMG Records this afternoon at 3:45 PM.

Idei frowned slightly, "Is this all for now?"

"Yes, President Idei. I've already instructed our branches in Britain and the United States to begin in-depth investigations, and more detailed files will be available soon."

Idei opened a drawer under his desk and placed the thin file inside.

This young man is no simple person. The internet age is about to arrive, and the technology company stocks he holds will surge in the future.

Idei never believed in luck. The other party's sudden entry into the declining record industry must have a special reason.

"Focus on investigating his personal relationships. I want to know why he is so determined to acquire Sony/ATV's music copyrights."

The secretary nodded solemnly, "Understood, President Idei."

England, the Ministry of Magic.

The Minister's office, which had been completely destroyed by Fiendfyre, was rebuilt and was no longer as magnificent as before, but compared to other departments, it could still be considered luxurious.

At the expensive mahogany long table, Fudge was reading a letter from Umbridge.

Of course, she wouldn't confess what she had done at Hogwarts. She merely pointed out that the school's system had extremely serious problems, especially the selection system for model students and prefects.

Direct appointment by the Headmaster based on student performance was not only unfair but also gave the Headmaster too much power, which was detrimental to the Ministry's plans.

Fudge put down the letter with a frown. In his eyes, this selection system seemed tailor-made for Dumbledore to win over outstanding students.

From 1969 to the present, Dumbledore has been the Headmaster of Hogwarts for 26 years. How many outstanding students have joined his ranks during this period? And what heights have they reached in various sectors of the wizarding world after graduation?

The more he thought about it, the more his head ached. Fudge rubbed his throbbing temples.

Dumbledore's "ambition" was growing day by day. Sooner or later, he would take action and intervene in the Ministry's power struggles.

Those excellent graduates would undoubtedly provide him with assistance. Fudge might be removed from his position as Minister in his sleep, or even be "maliciously" framed and sent to Azkaban.

"No—" Fudge, pale-faced, broke out in a cold sweat.

He would not allow the situation to develop in a bad direction. He had to take the initiative.

But the largest shareholder of Hogwarts was Vincent, and the castle was "controlled" by him and Dumbledore together. Umbridge, as the Ministry of Magic's Special Education Commissioner, could only supervise and couldn't do anything else upon entering the school.

He needed to find a reason, a reason that would arouse public indignation, a reason that would force the Ministry to intervene in the school's management.

Campus bullying, academic misconduct, corruption and bribery among faculty, backroom dealings in resource allocation, student violence due to conflicting school rules...

Fudge grinned. He had come up with so many excuses just by casually thinking about it.

He took out parchment and a quill and wrote a reply to Umbridge, who was far away at Hogwarts.

7 PM.

Umbridge, who had been anxiously waiting all afternoon, finally received the reply.

She only read two lines before a triumphant smile spread across her face.

Despite her inconvenience, she immediately took her little notebook and left her office.

The Great Hall.

The students who were enjoying their dinner lost their appetites.

At first, they all thought the pink toad was targeting Hermione. However, after walking around the Gryffindor table, she surprisingly went to the Slytherin table.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were not spared either. Even a few professors at the staff table were scrutinized from head to toe by her.

"Where is Professor Snape?"

Professor Charity Burbage, who taught Muggle Studies, lightly adjusted her glasses. "Professor Umbridge, what do you need him for?"

"Nothing," Umbridge quickly wrote a line in her notebook. "I was just asking casually."

She looked at the other empty seats at the staff table. "Do Professor McGonagall and the others usually not come to the dining hall for dinner?"

Burbage didn't quite understand what she wanted to ask.

There was no rule that professors had to dine at the staff table, and Umbridge herself didn't come, so why ask such a question?

"Professor Burbage, it's fine if you don't answer. I know the school meals are terrible."

Professor Burbage tilted her head, seemingly catching a hint of something. "Professor Umbridge, I don't think there's anything wrong with the school meals. Perhaps you're just not used to them yet."

"Oh really?" Umbridge scrutinized her expression with a searching gaze.

Professor Burbage was known for her good temper, but being scrutinized like that made her a little annoyed.

Her tone carried a hint of displeasure. "Professor Umbridge, what exactly are you doing?"

"I'm investigating," Umbridge said regretfully, retracting her gaze. "As the Ministry of Magic's Special Education Commissioner, I have a responsibility to investigate every corner of the school."

She offered a smile she thought was sweet, looking out at the four long tables below. "See, it seems no one has much of an appetite."

Professor Burbage, feeling awkward, gave a forced laugh.

They don't have an appetite because of you, who else could it be?

You should have some self-awareness. No wonder the entire school, students and teachers alike, dislikes you.

"Professor Burbage, what do you think is the reason?"

"Uh... well, I'm not really sure. Perhaps it's because—"

Umbridge's smile widened. "It's because of management corruption, isn't it?"

Professor Burbage was suddenly stunned.

Fine if you lack self-awareness, but deliberately picking fights and thinking highly of yourself? No wonder the entire school, students and teachers alike, dislikes you.

Seeing Professor Burbage's silence, Umbridge scribbled another line in her little notebook.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Professor Burbage. Enjoy your meal."

The pink toad, who was utterly disgusting, finally left, but everyone still lacked an appetite.

The castle dungeons, The sound of heels clicking on the floor echoed into Professor Snape's office.

"Knock, knock—Professor Snape, are you there?"