"I don't think you're capable of handling your current job anymore. You'll receive notice of your transfer by tomorrow at the latest. You can pack up and leave now."
Fudge glared fiercely across the desk at the young wizard opposite him, making it clear that the man could get lost.
The young wizard froze, staring at Minister of 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 under Fudge's stare, he ultimately said nothing. He simply turned and left in silence.
Watching the young wizard's dejected back as he departed, Fudge's lips curled into a cold sneer.
If not for the fact that the man had diligently served him for two years, Fudge would have thrown him out of the Ministry of Magic altogether instead of merely transferring him.
Yes, that unlucky Minister of Magic assistant had lost his promising position because he did not understand what Fudge wanted.
He was capable, but so what? Fudge needed an assistant who could solve problems and troubles for him, not an idiot who only made his life harder.
What did he mean, Dumbledore had no reason to spread rumors?
The man had actually presumed to offer him so-called "correct advice." After dealing with Dumbledore for so many years, did Fudge not understand Dumbledore's character? Did he not know that Dumbledore had no interest in becoming Minister of Magic? Of course he knew! Cornelius Fudge knew better than anyone that he had only become Minister of Magic because Dumbledore had refused the nomination.
Even after becoming Minister of Magic, Fudge had never forgotten how much prestige and support Dumbledore had received during the election, just as he had