Fudge now reveled in the immense power he wielded, second only to one man.
On the surface, he was even the most exalted figure in the wizarding world.
Fudge was a fool easily blinded by money, and he had once wanted to break free of Dumbledore's control.
Now, however, he had not the slightest desire to do so.
After all, Shawn was different from Dumbledore. He would not abide by any so-called principles of law and order.
Having been taught a few lessons, Fudge understood that clearly.
The election for Minister for Magic was held every four years. Fudge had taken office in 1990, and his first term would end in the latter half of this year.
Having tasted the delights of power, he naturally wanted another term as Minister.
But the Ministry of Magic was always awash with rumors of power struggles, leaving Fudge with little confidence.
And formidable rivals like Barty, Lucius, Wenge, and Bones were all ruthless players. Not one was easy to handle.
Whatever else happened, though, he understood that as long as he pleased the true ruler of the wizarding world standing before him, everything else would cease to be a problem.
There was nothing inherently wrong with such maneuvering, but Fudge sometimes thought too highly of himself and always failed to keep pace with Shawn.
And so, on this momentous day, the other capable subordinates had all received top-secret assignments that would shape the world's future.
They were either leading troops into battle or guarding against the Double Serpent Society, all of them frantically busy.
Yet Fudge still had the leisure to strut around here, offering encouragement to the players. That alone showed who truly enjoyed Shawn's confidence.
Shawn looked up at Fudge's ingratiating expression. A piercing gaze shot from his deep eyes, making