Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

But the official position is too small, the power is too small

Even if you express your dissatisfaction, you can only protest in the stupidest and most ineffective way of resigning.

Even Fudge doesn't care about it.

"Dear Mr. Minister, the Ministry of Magic is rotten. It is no longer the Ministry of Magic that was dedicated to wizards and serving the Minister of Magic. I think the Ministry of Magic needs a new batch of fresh blood, a batch of fresh blood that is only loyal to you."

Dudley's voice was like a whisper in his ear.

Keep drilling into Fudge's mind.

Loyal only to the Ministry of Magic. What a wonderful word.

"Of course this matter can be taken slowly, you are still young and have time."

"Mr. Minister, you see, this may not be a good thing."

Hearing Dudley's words, Fudge seemed to have used Kayserol, and a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum bloomed on his wrinkled old face, and he suddenly became enlightened.

At this moment, he instantly felt that he could control the situation, that he could do it again, that he could do it.

"To our wise and mighty Minister of Magic."

Dudley raised his glass and greeted Fudge with a smile.

He drew a big pie for Fudge, and it was not up to him whether Fudge could eat it or not.

In all fairness, Dudley didn't believe that Fudge could beat those pure-blood wizards, but at least he could call the charge.

Without some turmoil, it would be too difficult for new wizards to rise to the top.

Fudge happily raised his wine glass and took another big gulp, choking himself again without accident.

Shaking his head slightly, it seems that Fudge is not suitable for drinking this kind of wine.

It's a pity that this cup of 'Godfather' was brewed by Dudley himself.

Getting the desired answer from Dudley, Fudge left with his new secretary satisfied.

Dudley watched the two walk away until they disappeared. He smiled contemptuously, snapped his fingers, and the rattan chair disappeared.

Fresh blood?

Where did the fresh blood come from?

A trash like Fudge even had his own team formed by Dudley for him.

Oh, and maybe not at all. Dudley had an image of a pink toad in his mind.

He can only play some clever tricks, and he is a clown who is not worth mentioning on the stage.

Dudley's eyes turned to the neighbor's lawn, where stood a strangely dressed man, who was the leader of the Squibs, Culliver, who was nodding to him respectfully.

"Mr. Dursley, Mr. Gargamel sends you my best regards."

Dudley nodded to show that he knew, and Culliver slowly retreated with a respectful face.

Dudley had given orders to Culliver and the others under the guise of Gargamel, and obeyed Dudley's orders to protect Petunia and the others with all their strength.

Dudley always puts the safety of loved ones first.

By the way, the idea of ​​placing the Squibs in Privet Drive was the idea of ​​Fudge's current secretary, and the name of this secretary was - Percy, Percy Weasley.

In Fudge's mind, he is very good and highly appraised assistant.

Dudley adjusted his mood a little, and walked towards his family with a smile.

"Harry, the dangerous fugitive from Azkaban, the next time you see Peter, you can justly avenge your parents."

Dudley said softly as he walked up to Harry.

Harry's shoulders trembled slightly when he heard these words, and he quickly returned to normal.

"I will."

The voice is firm and powerful.

Harry gave Peter a chance, if he stayed in Azkaban honestly to atone for his own mistakes, then Harry would spare him.

But instead of that, he chooses to jailbreak

This meant that he did not regret what he had done, nor did he regret betraying the Potters.

When Harry saw him again, he wouldn't hold back his hands.

Not long after the Grangers officially moved into Privet Drive, the Dursleys were once again in a hurry, with crowds coming and going, neighbors who came to congratulate, cakes that were bigger than people, piles of cakes The gift and the sumptuous buffet in the garden.

This is a big day.

For anyone in the Dursleys.

Because on this day, the little princess of the Dursley family——Lily Dursley finally turned one year old today.

Everyone was smiling that day, and the Dursleys' house was bustling like never before. Even Snape, who was usually unsmiling, raised his lips slightly.This is still the case that he has always maintained Occlumency. If he didn't use it, he would probably be grinning from the corners of his mouth to his back molars.

After some more time in Privet Drive, Dudley, Hermione, and Harry set off for Godric's Hollow.

This is how they arrange every vacation.

If Privet Drive is their home in the ordinary world, then the castle in Godric's Hollow is their home in the wizarding world.

For the home of the wizarding world, both Hermione and Harry like it very much.

Every plant in the garden is planted by them, and every room in the castle is decorated by them.

With the care of the two old wizards Pipilu and Lu Xixi, everything in the castle is in order, the cabbage in the cabbage field is growing gratifyingly, the colors of the pumpkins are getting brighter, and the mandrakes

The only fly in the ointment is that the iron thorns surrounding it as guardrails are still the original height, the original hardness, and still not too defensive. Compared with those magical plants, it is a little less interesting.

In all fairness they're not as defensive as the bunch of mandrakes

It is indeed a magical plant known as iron waste.

It's not useful.

It is worth mentioning that after Dudley and the others left Privet Drive, Snape did not return to his Spider Lane, but found a house near Privet Drive to live in, and would visit Dursley in his spare time Family, stop by to see little Lily.

Hmm. Maybe going by the way is the point.

He is now little Lily's godfather.

Penny agreed the first time Snape said it, and Vernon didn't have much opinion.

Vernon already had a pretty good impression of Snape. Although his hair was a bit greasy, he looked good overall. He also heard that he was a professor at Hogwarts School, and he was more serious than some ignorant and uneducated people. The bastard is much stronger.

Naturally, there will be no big opinions.

Even if little Lily can't become a wizard after she turns 11, Snape will always teach her and fulfill her duties as a godfather.

In fact, I really want to complain about one thing about wild ball boxing. Is it really what you think?

Chapter 250 248 You have a call, Mr. Draco, please do

Malfoy Manor.

The Malfoy family is enjoying their breakfast beautifully, wiping the corners of their mouths gently with a napkin, and maintaining the most elegant and perfect makeup at all times is the most basic quality of being an aristocrat. Not far from the three of them, the phone bug is leisurely eating strawberries on the dining table .

"Bicc" After eating a whole plate of strawberries, the phone bug burped, found a comfortable place in the strawberry basket, and lay down lazily.

The three people at the dining table obviously heard it, and Narcissa glanced at the phone bug with a slight distaste.

Both Lucius and Narcissa complained about this strange thing brought back by their own children.

The strange big eyes like tentacles, the ingenious patterns in the flowers, and the sticky liquid all over the body are obviously not some precious magical animals.

Keeping such a strange thing at home, it would embarrass the Malfoy family if it went out.

Because it was brought back by Draco, and he seemed to take it seriously, Narcissa didn't throw it away.

Just treat it as an inferior pet, and when you get tired of playing with it, you don't have to do it yourself, Draco will throw it away by himself.

Narcissa comforted herself in this way.

Suddenly, the sleeping phone bug in the basket straightened up sharply, and saw its eyes staring blankly as if out of focus. Just when Narcissa and the others thought it had eaten a bad stomach, the phone bug's mouth with teeth He even uttered words.

"You have a call, Mr. Draco."

"You have a call, Mr. Draco, please answer it as soon as possible."

Lucius:? ! !

Narcissa: ! ! !

Both of them were startled by the voice of the phone bug.

Draco walked unhurriedly to the phone bug, and picked up the receiver very naturally.

"Hello, this is Draco."

When Draco heard Dudley's voice on the phone, he immediately beamed with joy.

Narcissa was puzzled, Draco seemed to be talking to someone?

Because Lucius had brief contact with the Queen of England and members of the English royal family, he knew more than ordinary wizards.

Draco is now behaving like a machine that uses Muggle communication. Something called a telephone.

But that thing seems to be connected by a wire, without which it cannot communicate, and it is not a bug.

Lucius' impression of the phone was limited to the extent he knew it, and out of disdain for Muggle items, he didn't use it.

While Lucius was thinking, Draco had ended the call.

Draco hung up the phone with a smile on his face.

"Draco, what's that?" Lucius asked under Narcissa's gaze.

His eyes were fixed on the basket where the phone bug was staying, and the phone bug returned to its original state of laziness after finishing the call, lying on the basket.

"No father, just an ordinary phone bug."

Draco's tone was very casual, as if he was talking about a trivial matter that couldn't be more normal.

"Muggle stuff?"

Lucius asked again.

"No, it's made by Brother D. It's very similar to an ordinary person's phone, but it's not the same thing."

Draco explained again: "This is not for sale and has been encrypted. Currently, you can only contact Brother D and the others."

"Can you talk?"

"Yes."

Lucius nodded and did not continue to ask further questions.

He knew that even if he asked again, Draco might not tell him.

"Father, mother, Brother D and the others will come to our manor in the morning of the day after tomorrow."

Draco briefly said what he had just said on the phone.

"Malfoy will entertain them with the highest courtesy."

"The manor is huge and there are enough rooms. If you need anything else, just tell Dobby. He will prepare everything for you."

"But I hope you remember that you are the master of Malfoy Manor."

Lucius didn't even believe it himself when he said that.

Three years of campus life at Hogwarts made Draco change a lot. To be precise, not only Draco, but also the Slytherin juniors such as Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle in this period have also changed a lot.

But without exception, they are all admirers of the man called Dursley.

Vita followed suit.

He knew of several Slytherin children who would rather break with the family than become his followers.

Fortunately, that person's means were extraordinary, and he was able to arrange work for the Ministry of Magic even though he was only a low-grade student at Hogwarts.

It was difficult for Lucius to do this.

Playing with Fudge, the Minister of Magic, in the palm of his hand, blindly obeying his arrangements as if under the Imperius Curse.