Fudge at the End of His Rope

St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

The tea room on the sixth floor.

Harry and Ron had just finished getting water and were waiting for the elevator to go back to Mr. Weasley's ward.

However, we encountered a small problem.

A portrait of a grotesque healer hung on the wall, yelling at the two of them and diagnosing strange and unusual ailments.

For example, a therapist might insist that Harry has a temper tantrum, is a schizophrenic, and has two souls and three personalities.

A lobectomy is the only way to cure him; otherwise, he won't live past seventeen.

Harry's heart skipped a beat as he inexplicably recalled his ability to see Voldemort and to transform into a snake.

Do I really have a mental illness?

"Don't worry, I'm a professional," the therapist continued, trying to persuade her.

"This kind of surgery even won the Nobel Prize of Muggle. I performed the surgery on the older sister of United States President Kennedy."

Harry was a little tempted.

What he didn't know was that after treatment, Kennedy's intelligence actually decreased, leaving her with the mental capacity of a two-year-old child.

Another medieval healer, wearing a black hat and a waxed black robe, most notably a bird-beak mask on his face.

The plague doctor said Ron had severe Dragon Pox.

He repeatedly warned:

"This is a terminal illness. It may cause chronic skin problems and leave scars. You'll be even less attractive than you are now..."

Ron's ears turned red, and he roared angrily:

"I don't have Dragon Pox, those are freckles!"

Freckle!"

The elevator doors finally opened, and Harry and Ron were about to rush in and get rid of the portraits when they discovered there were quite a few wizards inside.

The one leading it all was actually Minister Fudge!

Harry and Ron seemed a little lost and didn't immediately get into the elevator.

Fudge never expected to see Harry here.

Fortunately, the portrait broke the awkward silence in time, and someone called out:

"Your forehead is dark, your complexion is yellow, and your limbs are weak; it's obvious that your kidney function is not good."

I recommend an enema—it must be done with brandy.

Harry and Ron couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The therapist said angrily:

"What are you laughing at! I gave King Louis XIII of France 212 enemas; and Louis XIV over two thousand..."

That's no exaggeration; Louis XIV was quite the enema expert, and even experimented with using coffee...

However, this therapist, who was probably India, actually suggested using cow dung.

Harry and Ron listened to the healer's boastful talk and felt that these portraits were even more annoying Sir Cadogan from Hogwarts!

Fudge ignored the portrait and asked, "Is this the Spell Damage Department?"

"No, it's the tea room. The Spell Damage Department is on the fifth floor," Harry quickly replied.

He thought something had happened to Mr. Weasley and the minister had found out, but he didn't expect the other party to go to the fifth floor.

"Come in quickly, child, the elevator doors are about to close," Fudge said gently.

Harry was stunned for several seconds. Fudge hadn't been this nice to him since the Triwizard Tournament.

He was even put on trial during summer vacation!

How to describe it:

It's like he used to be a loving father, showering you with affection, but one day he discovers you're not his biological child, and his attitude immediately changes...

Then, suddenly they discovered they had received the wrong DNA test report, and their attitude changed completely again.

A seasoned master of face-changing!

Harry's intuition told him that

Something big is definitely going to happen!

The two entered the elevator, Fudge asked, "What are you doing here?"

"We..." Harry hesitated, unsure how to answer.

Before he left, Professor McGonagall instructed him: The Ministry must not know about Mr. Weasley's affairs.

Fortunately, Fudge didn't ask further questions, but instead answered his own:

"You're here to see William too, right?"

Harry and Ron exchanged a strange look... What's wrong with William?

After learning of Mr. Weasley's accident, they quickly left the school and were taken to the hospital.

He knew nothing else.

Fudge seems to have misunderstood something.

Seeing that Harry and Ron remained silent, Fudge sighed and said uneasily:

"Don't be so wary of me, I already know..."

He twisted his collar, his expression anxious. "Merlin, the Death Eaters have escaped! It's a terrible disaster!"

Harry and Ron were dumbfounded.

"Harry, you're here because you're on good terms with William, right?" Fudge put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"If he doesn't see me later, could you do me a small favor?"

Ron, standing to the side, felt his worldview being shaken.

Is the Minister for Magic now so humble before William?

The two of them followed Fudge and foolishly got off the elevator on the fifth floor.

To my surprise, I was startled again when I entered the fifth floor.

It was incredibly crowded; the corridors were filled with wizards.

Ron whispered to Harry:

"That's Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office. I've met him at the Ministry of Magic."

Those are officials from Wizengamot, and those are all Auror..."

Harry clicked his tongue slightly... From ministers and directors to Auror, many powerful officials from the Ministry of Magic were gathered in front of the ward.

What important person has gotten into trouble?!

Even if he couldn't believe it, judging from Fudge's words just now, it could only be William!

Minister Fudge arrived, and the crowd automatically parted to make way for him.

But Hermione stood in the doorway, blocking his way.

Fudge took off his hat and said seriously:

"Hermione, it's urgent. I need to go in and talk to William."

"I'm sorry, Minister." Hermione shook her head.

William is currently discussing matters with an investigator from the International Confederation of Wizards.

I'm afraid I don't have time to talk to you right now, so please wait a while.

The investigators have arrived?

Fudge swallowed.

Is it too late?!

Fudge, undeterred, continued:

"Such a big thing has happened in Azkaban, I am the minister, and now I must..."

"Even if you are the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, you cannot enter now."

Hermione's attitude was firm; she looked coldly at the Auror behind Fudge, as if she would really take action if the other forced his way in.

Fudge was somewhat angry, but noticing that there were reporters from the Daily Prophet around, he held back his temper.

He then looked at Harry, giving him a look that suggested he wanted Harry's help.

You must be joking!

Harry quickly took a half step back... He didn't have that much face to lose.

No, he and William aren't really that close!

Hermione saw Harry and Ron, walked over, and led them to a secluded corner, asking:

How is Mr. Weasley?

"You already knew?"

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore came once," Hermione sighed.

"We're out of danger, nothing serious." Harry whispered. "What happened to William? What's wrong?"

"The Death Eaters conspired with the Dementor to escape from prison, and William fought Voldemort, sustaining some injuries," Hermione explained.

"Is it serious?" Harry asked quickly.

"William himself said it wasn't serious!" Hermione said, her lips pursed, her voice laced with anger.

"But I think it's still best to do a thorough check to avoid any lingering problems!"

"Yes, you're right."

Seeing Hermione's anger, Harry and Ron quickly chimed in.

At that moment, they felt as if they were facing an enraged Professor McGonagall and an angry Mrs. Weasley.

That's terrifying!

The door to the ward creaked open, and a group of wizards walked out. Hermione hurriedly said:

"Later, William and I will go see Mr. Weasley again. Talk to you later!"

The girl immediately ran over and stopped Fudge, who was trying to sneak into the ward.

Minister Fudge stood obediently at the door like a lackey.

Everyone knew that Fudge's power was waning.

Many reporters picked up their cameras and captured this historic moment.

They even came up with a title:

Minister Fudge's request to see Stark was refused, and he resigned in disgrace!

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