The Minister's Fury (Happy Year of the Ox)

Ministry of Magic,

The corridor outside the Minister's Office was filled with officials of all ranks.

Many wizards were whispering or straining their ears, listening to the Ma Jingtao -esque roar coming from the office.

Among a group of wizards, an unassuming female employee in the publicity office was whispering with the director.

"Director, has the impeachment result been announced?" Mrs. Jung female employee, asked in a low voice.

"Not yet... but you'd better start preparing for Easter to welcome the new minister," the director said in a low voice.

"But Minister Fudge is quite confident that he can control the current situation!" Another witch, Christian, glared at the director with dissatisfaction.

She was Fudge's most loyal fan.

Christian argued:

The minister was confident he could survive a second impeachment.

I've heard him say many times that Dumbledore and Stark are both liars... especially Stark, who's a complete scumbag.

The head of the publicity office cautiously looked around and, seeing that everyone was discussing the new ministerial candidate, said with relief:

Everyone around Minister Fudge knew that getting through a second impeachment was just a pipe dream.

Just wishful thinking!

Fudge himself doesn't believe it; he's just fooling you two naive old ladies!

The director snorted and walked away haughtily. Christian then said angrily:

"You're the old auntie, your whole family is!"

Inside the Minister's Office,

A group of high-ranking officials were also standing there, while Fudge sat in a chair, holding a routine meeting.

As usual, the pace was neither too fast nor too slow, and the content was comprehensive.

Hmm... it has absolutely no nutritional value.

Since the second impeachment, these meetings have become more and more frequent, to the point that Fudge has gone so far as to suddenly call a meeting in the middle of the night.

The officials were doing everything they could to fool Fudge and get through these final days.

As the minister's confidants, Cattermole and Clay reported on the situation.

And on the newspaper that his assistant Percy brought, he marked the article evaluating Fudge with red and black arrows.

Fudge sat absentmindedly in his chair, nodding occasionally and sometimes grasping his trembling left hand with his right.

Last July, when Dumbledore lost his position as president of the International Confederation of Wizards, Fudge was almost at the pinnacle of his life.

Newspapers at that time all denigrated Dumbledore and Stark.

What's so awful about the old phoenix's cry?

Or perhaps, it's just the ravings of Shidake...

But today, public opinion has completely reversed.

It became:

The Guardian of England, Stark, is ousting Fudge the Joker from his ministerial post!

Thank you Merlin, the great old phoenix, for protecting the justice of Britain!

Fudge was lost in thought. As Clay read Rita's article criticizing him, he raised a hand and waved it, saying:

"It's alright, I've already sent Stan to the Daily Prophet headquarters and ordered them to stop reporting Rita Skeeter's articles."

Everything will be alright.

Cattermole, Clay, and Percy exchanged an uneasy glance.

"My minister," Cattermole swallowed, "Stan... he..."

Clay's face trembled slightly, and cold sweat streamed down his neck.

"Stan just resigned and went to become the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet."

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Before he left, he said...

Percy's eyes were unfocused, his face was sallow, and he stammered:

He also said that there is freedom of speech, and you have no right to interfere with the Daily Prophet; the people just want the truth.

"I want you to stop being so stubborn."

Fudge was speechless for a moment, but the bulging veins on his hands and his increasingly heavy breathing clearly indicated that he was about to explode.

The office was completely silent; all the officials were looking down at their shoes, as if it were none of their business.

Fudge slowly raised his right hand, and with a trembling hand, he took off his reading glasses and gently tossed them onto the table.

He took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Cattermole, Clay, Percy, stay behind..."

Chris closed the door!

Everyone knew that "The We Three" was about to be performed, and everyone rushed out, as if if they were a step too slow, they would become the four of us.

Chris was the last to leave, and he carefully locked the door from the outside.

Fudge stared at the three of them with a cold gaze, then placed his right hand on the table and shouted in a hoarse but powerful voice, as if giving a command:

"Freedom of speech?!

Given the freedom of speech, why is the Daily Prophet unwilling to publish my interview and effectively "silence" me?

They even said the ban on me wouldn't be lifted until after the second impeachment!

"This week..." Fudge slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Sixteen newspapers have already tried to force me to resign."

What angers and grieves me most is Stan... how dare he resign?

The most despicable subordinates are those who cannot face difficulties!

That despicable coward betrayed my cause!

And you, when I led you to victory after victory, you applauded me and told me that the You-Know-Who could not possibly be resurrected.

But now look what happened: he's been resurrected!

You all knew all along, so why didn't you tell me the truth? Why did you make me say Dumbledore and Stark were liars?!

Fudge completely absolved himself of any responsibility.

I am always ready to engage in discussion, and I am eager to debate with all viewpoints!

But you didn't utter a sound... I should learn from the You-Know-Who and kill you all!

I'm so angry!

The wizards at the door listened with trepidation to the roar coming from inside the office.

Fudge ranted and raved for a full ten minutes before finally stopping his insane barrage of gunfire, which resembled a stain.

It wasn't that Fudge was tired, but rather that his most trusted friend, Umbridge, brought him good news through the fireplace.

"Are you sure you've caught evidence that Stark is building an army?"

Looking at the head in the emerald flames, Fudge suppressed his excitement and repeatedly confirmed it.

"I assure you, Minister, I have irrefutable witness testimony and physical evidence that Stark is forming Dumbledore's Army."

This is our last chance to turn things around, hurry up and come!

"I can hear it clearly," Umbridge said firmly through the fireplace in my office.

Fudge didn't say anything.

If he goes there and finds out it's fake, he really doesn't know how to handle the situation.

Fudge suddenly calmed down.

Because he remembered that this was his last chance.

He approached Dumbledore and William countless times, but neither of them gave him the slightest chance.

Fudge knew that he would inevitably be removed from office during this impeachment.

In that case, why not take a gamble?

Once the existence of the so-called Dumbledore's Army is discovered, he can launch another attack and cause the second impeachment to fail.

Fudge revealed a ruthless glint in his eyes.

He knew, of course, that doing so would give the You-Know-Who an opportunity, but... he didn't care.

Fudge only cares about his ministerial position!

Besides, if Dumbledore were willing to step back and support him as minister... Fudge would also be willing to resist!

Who would want to be a "traitor"?

"Gather a few Auror immediately, and come with me to Hogwarts now!" Fudge looked at Percy and gave the order.

"This is our... last chance!"

Hogwarts

William led Hermione out of the room and ran into Umbridge.

She was out of breath, but had a happy smile on her face.

"Ha! Great!" Umbridge said gleefully. "Excellent! Search the room immediately and find the evidence."

And you two... come with me to the Headmaster's Office!

William took Hermione's hand and walked towards the Headmaster's Office.

The stage is set up... This is Minister Fudge's last joyful time.

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Happy New Year everyone, and may the Year of the Ox bring you good fortune!

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