Fudge Was Stunned

Just as Lester was forming his small group and preparing for a secret meeting, the dark wizards of Azkaban were also making their moves.

In central London, a detached villa is filled with flint and hard sedimentary rock.

Sculptures made of sedimentary rock and flint are scattered throughout the villa estate.

This may seem strange to others, but for the Flint family, it is simply their family tradition.

Despite being punished for supporting Voldemort, the Flint family, one of the 28 pure-blood families, still retains their ancestral home in central London, near the Britain Ministry of Magic.

This place is arguably the safest place in the entire Wizarding World besides Hogwarts, because if anyone dares to commit a crime here, a large number of Auror from the nearby Ministry of Magic will immediately rush out to arrest them.

Alexei Flint would sit in the living room every evening and enjoy a traditional English evening tea.

Especially today, Flint Manor has welcomed a special friend, a high-ranking official from the Ministry of Magic.

"Mr. Flint, I've heard that your son Marcus is exceptionally talented and is currently captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team. He's truly a remarkable young man!"

Fudge smiled, took a small sip of his black tea, and said with a smile, "With your child's talent, he's perfectly capable of representing England in the Quidditch World Cup."

"Hahaha, Mr. Fudge is joking," Alexei knew Fudge was just saying nice things, but he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

If someone of lower status than himself were to praise his son, he wouldn't take it to heart at all.

But this Fudge in front of me is definitely not a simple guy.

Don't be fooled by his smiling face and assume he's a nice guy. In fact, Alexei knows that Fudge is now one of the strongest candidates for Minister for Magic.

Since the scandal of the Azkaban riots, Minister Bano's political career has essentially come to an end.

Even though he managed to salvage the situation in terms of public opinion, the people in the Wizarding World simply didn't trust Bano anymore.

Now that Minister Bano ' term is coming to an end, various factions are eager to make their appearance.

The man before them, Fudge, was one of the strongest contenders for Minister for Magic, and also the candidate closest to the pure-blood nobles.

Alexei laughed and said, "Mr. Fudge is joking. Marcus is merely the captain of the Slytherin team; he's hardly qualified to play in the Quidditch World Cup."

"Marcus often tells me that his biggest dream is to become a senator for the Ministry of Magic, Wizengamot. Haha, what does a kid like him know about what Wizengamot senator represents?"

He seemed to be joking, but Alexei was staring intently at Fudge, wanting to see his reaction.

Fudge did not disappoint him either, saying calmly, "Mr. Flint, you may not know this, but a large number of seats in Wizengamot will soon be vacant. The Wizarding World is about to change."

Alexei's heart skipped a beat. He knew there was a power struggle between the two factions in the Ministry of Magic, but he hadn't expected the situation to be so brutal, with the Wizengamot's seats already fixed.

So, Fudge's intention is simply to drive all of his rivals out of the game, isn't it?

Thinking this, Alexei no longer cared about being reserved. He knew that many Pure-blood families had secretly invested in Fudge.

"Mr. Fudge, we've heard you're running for Minister of Ministry of Magic. If you're willing, the Flint family is ready to support your Ministry of Magic."

Old Flint was a shrewd old man, Fudge was a political socialite. These two old foxes were too lazy to pretend anymore and were going to speak frankly and openly.

"Our Flint family is willing to lower the price of Floo Network to help you participate in the ministerial election."

"At the same time, we will also create momentum for you in the Daily Prophet, hoping that Minister Flint will not forget the Flint family in the future."

Fudge patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, Mr. Flint, once I become Minister of Ministry of Magic, I will never forget the Flint family."

"You and your son Marcus will both receive a seat in Wizengamot, and your son will also receive a Order of Merlin, Second Class."

Fudge confidently stated, "Once your child graduates from Hogwarts, he will become Auror, and in a chance encounter, he will crack a major smuggling case, ultimately becoming a hero and being awarded a membership in the Order of Merlin."

"At the same time, our Ministry of Magic will also launch a crackdown on illegal Floo Network within the Wizarding World to ensure that only your Flint family's Floo Network is the only Floo Network in the Wizarding World."

Upon hearing this, old Flint nodded in satisfaction, exchanged a smile with Fudge, and the two of them chuckled like cunning old foxes who had just successfully stolen a chicken.

With the support of the Flint family, Fudge's chances of becoming minister have increased even further.

The Flint family also received Fudge's political asylum, and if Fudge wins the election, the Flint family will rise to prominence.

The two old foxes were very satisfied with the deal. They picked up a cup of black tea, took a sip, and only then did old Flint have a chance to savor it.

Fudge was also quite adept at imitating, savoring the black tea unique to the Flint family.

Just as the two were resting with their eyes closed, they were startled by a huge explosion outside.

Someone used Blasting Curse to bombard the villa; the distance was right at the door!

As Death Eaters Flint was no pushover. Unlike the panicked Fudge, Flint immediately drew his wand from his waist.

Like an old wolf, it stared intently at the door of the room.

This is the ancestral home of the Flint family, protected by dozens of dark wizards, and heavily guarded by the Ministry of Magic.

Not to mention, Fudge, that cowardly ministerial candidate, brought dozens of Auror with him this time.

Old Flint believed that no one, except perhaps Death Eaters under Voldemort's command, could break into their Flint Manor.

Listening to the sounds of fierce fighting and deafening explosions outside the room, old Flint frowned, but he still managed to comfort Fudge.

"Mr. Fudge, rest assured, the Flint home is perfectly safe. These are probably just a bunch of reckless rogue wizards who have never even heard of the Flint family."

Fudged to remain calm and nodded. "Fudge Right," he said, "This is the Flint family's ancestral home. What kind of ruthless bandits could possibly break into this place?"

Gradually, Fudge regained his political instincts, sitting in his chair with a smile, no longer flustered.

On the contrary, old Flint, this battle-hardened Death Eaters, looked increasingly grim.

Fudge is a hothouse flower, never having faced any danger in his daily life, but Flint was Death Eaters on the edge of a knife.

Even without leaving the room, Flint could not believe his eyes from the screams and explosions outside that the gang of thugs seemed to be attacking!

Boom~

Avada Gnaw-the-Melon ~

Confringo ~

The roar of the Killing Curse, the booming of the Blasting Curse, and various shrill screams quickly filled the villa.