I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 126 Vitali's Night Raid

Fudge felt that his life was quite difficult. He felt too restricted in his position as Minister of Magic, and Dumbledore was above him, restricting everything he could do.

In reality, he overthinks things, and there's an element of him adding drama to his own life.

Dumbledore was not interested in so-called "power" or in turning Fudge into some kind of "puppet".

He had never even considered this question.

Old Dumbledore is actually more interested in Hogwarts itself. As long as you don't come and cause trouble for me, I'll let you do whatever you want. As long as you don't collude with the dark wizards, Old Dumbledore doesn't care what the Ministry of Magic does.

But as Lewis said, people always want more once they reach a certain level. Fudge, who became Minister of Magic, had long lost his original gratitude and awe for Dumbledore. Now, his mind was filled with intrigue and how to secure his position.

Feeling insecure, he even created an imaginary enemy in Dumbledore.

But we can't entirely blame Fudge. After all, he was in the thick of it, so how could he know the true nature of things? If we don't take an omniscient perspective and really look at things from his position, Dumbledore, who held the Order of the Phoenix and had been in charge of Hogwarts for many years—and Fudge himself had even attended Dumbledore's classes—it would be strange if such a deeply rooted and powerful figure didn't arouse suspicion.

This also shows that Fudge's height is just that.

Fudge now harbors another ambition—to bring Hogwarts under his control.

Under Dumbledore's wing, Hogwarts had become somewhat of a lawless place. Unlike before, when the Ministry of Magic could at least keep Hogwarts under control, after Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald, his prestige soared, and he became the headmaster of Hogwarts, the Ministry's control over the school was much weaker than before.

It's not that the Ministry of Magic can't manage Hogwarts, but rather that it doesn't dare to bypass Dumbledore to interfere in Hogwarts' affairs.

Sitting in his office, Fudge wasn't actually angry; he was just using the situation as an excuse. He was quick-witted, especially adept at political maneuvering, and now, looking at the Daily Prophet in his hand, a bold idea flashed through his mind.

Should we take this opportunity to attack Dumbledore? Even if we can't force him to step down, we can at least infiltrate the Ministry of Magic's power into Hogwarts a little.

Even just a little bit would be fine.

He didn't have high hopes for Lockhart; any smart person could see at a glance that Lockhart was actually a piece of trash.

Hmm, the surface is shiny...

By getting Lockhart involved in this mess, Fudge was actually just taking a shot in the dark. If he could gain something, all would be well; if not, at least the Ministry of Magic wouldn't suffer any loss, right?

After all, Lockhart wasn't someone the Ministry of Magic promoted.

The Ministry of Magic acted swiftly; they had never been this efficient when dealing with the Death Eaters. They couldn't control the two Muggle factories, but the Squib's handicraft factory was shut down within days.

What's that saying? "If I can't beat a Death Eater, can't I beat you?"

It's truly like an old lady picking persimmons, choosing the softest one to squeeze.

Louis had anticipated this emergency, but he hadn't expected the Ministry of Magic to act so quickly. He urgently wrote to Lucius, preparing to arrange a meeting with him and Lady Skeeter at Malfoy Manor.

That evening, Louis, along with his secretary Vitalis, used the Hogwarts fireplace Floo Network to teleport to the Malfoys' house.

FiluNet is really convenient, but it's also quite clean and hygienic.

Catherine wasn't particularly interested in business or politics, so she didn't go with Louis. Besides, she really didn't like the Malfoys.

Lucius had been waiting by the fireplace for a while. When he saw Louis and Vitali, he was taken aback for a moment, but quickly reacted and went forward to greet them: "Your Highness."

"Sir Lucius." Louis smiled elegantly and gave a gentlemanly bow, making a small joke.

Upon hearing this, Lucius's face lit up with a happy smile. He gave a polite bow and sincerely said, "This is all thanks to Your Highness's patronage. Narcissa has been saying that she must prepare a grand banquet to personally thank Your Highness someday." He then looked at Vitalie, who was dressed in a black lady's gown, and asked, "Your Highness, who is this?"

"Oh, Casey isn't feeling well, so she's staying at school. This is my secretary, Miss Vitalie Hilliex," Louis introduced.

Vitalie removed her dark green beret and gave Lucius a ladylike curtsy: "Greetings, Sir Lucius."

Vitali said "Hello" in French.

"Hello, Miss Helix," Lucius politely returned the greeting in French.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the fire in the fireplace flickered again, and with a soft sound, Ms. Rita Skeeter made her dazzling entrance.

"Oh! My esteemed Your Highness!" Rita practically ran over to Louis the moment she saw him. "Please forgive me for being covered in dust and unable to embrace you, Your Highness, but you can surely feel my respect."

Her tone was exaggerated, she was a very cheerful person.

"Hello, Ms. Skeeter." Louise nodded, which was considered a greeting.

"Sir Lucius," Rita greeted Lucius, her eyes filled with envy.

GBE, as long as you're in the UK, who wouldn't want you?

She also wanted to have "Dame" before her name, instead of the silly, rustic-sounding Ms. Skeeter.

If you've seen Khan's videos, you'll know that true Londoners speak in roundabout ways. The three of them lingered for quite a while before finally parting ways to take a bath in their guest rooms before starting the banquet.

Formal banquets are the place to discuss serious matters, and after a few rounds of drinks, Lucius began to talk about what had happened that morning.

"This matter... after all, the Ministry of Magic is relying on the International Law of Secrecy, so it's not entirely without basis," Lucius said with some concern. "I think Fudge's intentions are definitely not as simple as just shutting down the Squib Workshop; perhaps he has something deeper in mind."

“He’s definitely not just after me.” Louis put down his knife and fork, looked at Rita and then at Lucius. “I think he might have designs on Hogwarts.”

"How so?"

"There's some connection, that's all." Louis shrugged and briefly explained Lockhart's situation to the two of them. "However, these are Dumbledore's problems, and the only thing we need to worry about is the workshop."

He's a master at shifting blame.

Anyway, Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts. If someone tries to undermine your power or take advantage of you, can you tolerate it?

Dumbledore wasn't made of clay either.

But Dumbledore's perpetually kind demeanor has undoubtedly given many people the illusion that he is a clay idol, cheerful every day and harmless in no way.

"To be honest, I expected this situation today," Louis said, looking at Rita. "Ms. Skeeter, this should be your area of ​​expertise. I think you should interview those Squibs who lost their jobs, and describe their distress, despair, and pessimism as much as possible. Try to elicit their negative emotions towards the Ministry of Magic during the interviews."

"My personal suggestion is to focus on the following points: the feeling of being reborn when you get a new job, and how the Ministry of Magic ruined their new life and killed their hope of living. In short... don't just blame the Ministry of Magic. Guide them to express their true feelings and make people feel a strong sense of empathy after hearing it."

"What if they don't dare to criticize the Ministry of Magic?" Rita asked hesitantly.

Louis tapped the table, frowned, and asked, "Don't tell me that after all these years of making big news, you don't even know how to speak up for someone? Even if they don't say anything, you can just find any 'unnamed Squib representative' to express his deep-seated hatred for the Ministry of Magic."

Rita quickly pulled out her notebook and began taking notes on it with an automatic stylus as if it were sacred text.

"Of course, that's what Ms. Skeeter needs to do, and as for us... Uncle Lucius..."

Lucius quickly said, "Your Highness, please don't call me Uncle Lucius, I can't accept that..."

"Alright, Sir Lucius," Louis said, taking the opportunity to continue. "Our first consideration should be how to properly deal with these Squibs dismissed by the Ministry of Magic. Of course, if necessary, we can also organize these Squibs to do what they are supposed to do, such as... a sit-in demonstration in front of the Ministry of Magic? That would be a good way to express their demands."

Both of them looked enlightened, and it wasn't an act; they genuinely understood. When it came to such methods of causing trouble, Louis had plenty. After all, the wizarding world hadn't experienced the complex and unpredictable struggles of the Muggle world, so it was understandable that they weren't familiar with these tactics.

"Our goal is to garner as much public sympathy as possible and get the vast majority of wizards on our side." Finally, Louis set the tone: "No matter what the Ministry of Magic says about the International Secrecy Act, we should ignore it. We just need to focus on the survival of the Squibs."

"Since the Ministry of Magic has cut off the Squibs' livelihood, let them find another way for these Squibs to make a living." Louis shrugged and chuckled. "We want to leave the public with the impression that our primary purpose in setting up this factory is not to make a profit, but simply to give the desperate Squibs a way to survive... If the Ministry of Magic can find them another way to make a living, we don't mind."

……

Despite Lucius's earnest urging, Louise did not return to school but instead chose to stay overnight at Malfoy Estate.

When I had nothing to do before bed, I was lying in bed browsing the system to see if there was anything good when I felt a hot body press against me.

It's Vitali.

"What are you doing here?" Louis was stunned.

This thorny black rose, dressed in a small black outfit, made her snow-white and curvaceous body even more dazzling.

Little Louis seemed to raise his head somewhat unwillingly. It wasn't that he wasn't capable, but the enemy was simply too powerful.

"Serving my master to sleep is my duty," Vitalie said innocently, her large, clear blue and white eyes darting around, revealing her dishonest thoughts.

"This is not good, Vitalie, we can't let Catherine down..." Louis said coyly, but his hands were already wandering off to touch her waist.

The senior's legs, Vitali's waist—women kill without knives...

Louis sighed, but his hands remained still, not moving at all.

Vitali smiled softly and said nothing.

"You're here just in time... Give me a massage." Louis didn't know what else to say, so he could only give Vitali this instruction.

"Yes, Master." Vitalie whispered warm breath in his ear, "Turn around."

Vitalie's grip was just right. Sitting on Louis's lap, she massaged his shoulders with moderate pressure. After a moment of silence, she asked, "I'm actually quite curious, how did you manage to win over Rita Skeeter? I've heard she's not an easy person to deal with... Did you also bestow upon her a knighthood, like you did with Mr. Malfoy?"

"Oh, no, no, Vitalie," Louis laughed. "I wouldn't just give away my knighthood or medal to anyone; that would make it seem like I'm doing wholesale."

"How did you do that?" Vitalie asked curiously.

"It's nothing more than a combination of coercion and enticement," Louis said with a smile, enjoying the caress of the beautiful woman's hands. "But for someone like Skeeter, one method alone isn't enough; he's sometimes too cunning..."

"So, I took Cube... that is, Voldemort, to the editorial office of the Daily Prophet. As you can see, this guy was quite sensible. After all, I'm not a bad person; I'm still quite kind and reasonable." Louis chuckled. "However, I also mentioned to her that if she behaves to my satisfaction, I wouldn't mind adding another duchess to the wizarding world."

"Then why don't you award her the medal first, like you did with Mr. Malfoy? Wouldn't she be more grateful and serve you more wholeheartedly?" Vitalie leaned down, pressing her entire body tightly against Louis's back.

"You've misunderstood, Vivi." Louis, suppressing his wandering thoughts, explained to Vitalie, "It seems you've never been to the countryside. Everyone in the countryside knows that if you want a donkey to work on a millstone, you have to tie a carrot hanging in front of it so it can always look at it but never get to eat it."

(End of this chapter)