Planning

After the banquet, in the first-floor hall of the Tower.

"Now that the handover of positions has been completed smoothly, our control over the Ministry of Magic surpasses that of any Minister in the previous thirty-two administrations. But what do you think would be the most appropriate arrangement for Cornelius Fudge, who has been quite cooperative all along?" After taking a sip of wine, Mr. Owen Harris looked at everyone with a genial expression.

Lenn lightly tapped his fingers on the table. "As the former Minister, although he made serious mistakes during the You-Know-Who incident, he fully cooperated with us afterward and helped soothe his subordinates. If he steps down empty-handed after doing all that, we'll look far too ungracious. Should we give him a department? At least it would let others know that the Harris family doesn't burn bridges after crossing them."

"Make Cornelius a Deputy Minister directly." Owen Harris narrowed his eyes at his second son. "A Department Head has more actual authority, but Deputy Minister sounds better. Besides, Cornelius is getting old. He'll retire in a few years anyway, so let him stay by my side. I think he'll be satisfied with that position. And to outsiders—at least ordinary wizards who don't understand the inner workings of the Ministry—it will make us seem less threatening."

Lenn nodded, gripping his quill as he swiftly drafted new personnel arrangements on parchment.

While Lenn wrote furiously, Mr. Owen Harris turned his attention to his youngest son's future plans. "Allen, what are you planning to do next? Are you going back to Hogwarts to teach? There isn't much point in continuing your studies at Hogwarts anymore, is there? Why not simply come to the Ministry of Magic? You could keep your name at Hogwarts, take a long leave, and then sit