Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Fudge stated his purpose.

He was going to take Harry away.

"Mr. Fudge, I think Harry is safe now."

How could Dudley possibly let him have his way?

Fudge said without thinking, "But that is Sirius after all, a very vicious criminal. Mr. Dursley, I think it would be safer for Harry to stay in the Leaky Cauldron."

When it comes to Harry and Fudge's hat, don't even mention you are Dudley. Even if you are Dumbledore, Fudge would dare to confront you.

Even though Fudge thought Dudley had a bright future, that was in the future. They could still make friends, but Fudge would not give in when his job was at stake.

After experiencing the power, Fudge has become deeply addicted to this feeling.

Any factor that might cause him to lose his position as Minister of Magic would be regarded as an enemy by him.

Otherwise, why do you think he brought several Aurors with him?

Having a party?

It's about taking action when necessary.

Dudley said impatiently, "I told you, it's safe here, Mr. Fudge."

The Leaky Cauldron? You told me the Leaky Cauldron was safe? Even Dudley didn't feel safe at Hogwarts.

"The Ministry of Magic must know the whereabouts of Harry Potter!" Fudge's attitude was unusually tough, a complete change from his previous kind attitude.

Fudge's characteristics include not being able to see himself clearly, having no self-awareness, and being easily angered.

To put it nicely, the Ministry of Magic must know Harry Potter's whereabouts. To put it bluntly, it is surveillance or disguised house arrest.

But only in this way will Fudge feel at ease.

"There is no need for the Ministry of Magic to know Harry Potter's whereabouts."

Dudley looked at Fudge coldly, his attitude equally tough.

The negotiations broke down and the situation became tense.

The Aurors took out their wands hesitantly, looking back and forth at Dudley and Fudge. In their opinion, Dudley and his companions were still children, and even in the worst situation, they could not cast spells on the little wizards.

What? Dudley could push open three doors at once?

He was just a stronger kid.

Chapter 190 Fudge: Mr. Dursley is right

Fudge's face was a little uncertain. He was somewhat concerned about the people behind Dudley, namely the Carrow family, Dudley's staunch supporters.

Although the Carrow family usually keeps a low profile, they are actually more difficult to deal with than the Malfoy family.

If it weren't for a few idiots, the family would have suffered a heavy blow when the mysterious man fell. In addition, the previous head of the Carlo family was a waste and lost many industries due to poor management.

Even so, he is still a big family comparable to the Malfoy family.

In reality there was no one behind Dudley but himself.

"Minister, Potter"

Fudge gritted his teeth and decided to offend the Carrow family. Harry was the most important now.

"Dursley, I say it again, Potter must come with us today, even if we have to use force."

This time the Aurors understood what Fudge said, looked at each other, and slowly raised their wands to point at Dudley and the others, but just happened to ignore Draco.

"You have five seconds to consider the consequences."

Dudley said calmly, still sitting in his seat, motionless.

After five seconds, a spell came from nowhere and hit the Aurors' wrists with incredible precision. Their wands flew out of their hands before they could even react.

"Minister, be careful, there are enemies!"

"It could be Sirius!"

The Ministry staff member who followed Fudge screamed, and the scream scared Fudge so much that he hid under the table, and then he followed suit.

The other Aurors also immediately became nervous and hurriedly picked up the wands that fell on the ground. Because of their nervousness, they picked up the wrong ones and made a mess.

"Waste. Worse than the iron thorns I planted outside the yard."

Dudley looked at these clown-like members of the Ministry of Magic with disdain.

'Aurors are not the same Aurors they once were.'

The best among wizards? Maybe

It had only been 13 years since the First Wizarding War and the fall of that Auror. The truly outstanding Aurors either died in the battles with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, or were confined to St. Mungo's Hospital like the Longbottoms.

Moody was one of the few Aurors who survived the battle, but even so, he was covered in wounds and few parts of his body were intact.

Need I even tell you what kind of people the remaining Aurors in the Ministry are?

What level can the apprentices they teach be of?

"No enemies." Dudley said calmly, tapping the table with his fingertips. "I hate it when people point wands at me. That was just a minor punishment. There won't be a next time."

As Dudley finished speaking, two figures appeared behind him. Like the villains in fairy tales, they were a gap-mouthed old witch with a big gutter nose and a serious-looking bald old wizard.

That was Pippi Longstocking and Lucy.

The powerful aura emanating from the two men made the Aurors dare not act rashly.

Just one spell can knock away several Auror wands. If you want to attack them

The young Aurors swallowed in unison.

Fudge saw that it was not Sirius and that he was really fine, so he trembled and crawled out from under the table again. He first glared at the Ministry of Magic staff who were talking nonsense, and then stared at the two old wizards: "Who are they?"

"The housekeeper here."

Dudley said casually, his tone still indifferent.

"They just attacked the Aurors."

Fudge's body was still shaking slightly, and he obviously hadn't recovered yet. His attitude was not as tough as before.

He somewhat regretted not asking Rufus Scrimgeour to go along, as he was one of the few capable wizards in the Ministry.

Then Fudge saw Dudley's sapphire eyes, and felt that those eyes seemed to be able to see through his heart, full of mockery.

Then he heard Dudley say it in a tone of mentioning a trivial matter.

"Shocked, a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic actually let Aurors point their wands at underage wizards, including the hero of the wizarding world, Harry Potter. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? I think the Daily Prophet will like this news very much."

Dudley took out a crystal ball and began to play with it beautifully in his hands.

As Dudley spoke, especially when he saw the crystal ball in Dudley's hand, Fudge's eyelids twitched wildly, and his wrinkled face was filled with deep sadness.

That crystal ball can record images, just like a Muggle camera.

If this news were to get out, the Ministry of Magic would be flooded with complaint letters and his approval rating would plummet.

Then he's finished.

"Mr. Dursley, you can't do this."

Although Fudge didn't have much ability, he was good at adapting to changing circumstances, and his attitude softened immediately.

"I also think this is not good for Mr. Fudge, so I think we should talk and clear up the misunderstanding."

"Yes, yes, it's all misunderstanding, all misunderstanding, Mr. Dursley, you are right." Fudge kept wiping the sweat off his face. He no longer had the majestic demeanor of the Minister of Magic just now. He kept nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

The best way to deal with a mediocrity like Fudge is to grab his throat and take control of the rhythm in your own hands.

Dudley chatted with Fudge alone for a while. When he came out, Fudge was soaked as if he had been fished out of the water.

"Mr. Dursley, it's getting late. I think I should leave and not disturb your rest."

Fudge's attitude took a 180-degree turn, and he never mentioned taking Harry away or attacking the Aurors.

Even when he was Minister of Magic, he was not so respectful when he consulted Dumbledore.

The Aurors looked at each other, not knowing what to say, and of course not daring to say anything.

"Take care, I won't see you off."

"You should have a good rest. Have a good rest."

When Fudge was about to leave, Dudley suddenly said, "I suddenly remembered something. In addition to the magpie, I also heard crows calling this morning."

"Mr. Dursley, your environment is really nice."

Fudge still didn't understand the meaning behind it and complimented him foolishly.

After a few people left, Dudley said to Draco beside him.

"Draco, doesn't Victor Wilkes, the eldest son of the Wilkes family, want to follow in his father's footsteps and work in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Tell him it's been arranged."

"There is also Dormammu Jugson of the Jugson family. He is very welcome to work at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Tell Eric Strange that the Department of Magical Games and Sports is a good place to be."

These are the Slytherins who graduated in the past two years and have not found suitable jobs.

Of course, Dudley did not pay nothing, but compared to what he gained, he only paid a few hundred million gold Galleons.

The great sage Xun Geer once said: "The carrot and the stick will never go out of style."

So having a mediocre Minister of Magic is a good thing in a sense.

Chapter 191 Grab the back and squeeze it gently?

The Hogwarts book list arrived unusually late this year.

Perhaps even an owl couldn't find where Dudley and his family lived, and when the letter reached them, there were only a few days left before school started.

So Dudley brought the little wizards to Diagon Alley early in the morning.

As I get older, I need to change my robes, buy new equipment for new courses, and buy new textbooks.

Dudley fell into deep thought as he looked at the words "The Monster Book of Monsters" on the book list.

This thing seems to have been seen by myself.

In Flourish and Blotts, after seeing the list of books in Dudley's hand, the clerk began to complain wildly, cursing as he put on a pair of thick leather gloves and walked towards a large iron cage hanging outside the bookstore. What were the hundreds of books in it? .Um, only "The Monster Book of Monsters".

This thing is a living thing, so the quantifier "ben" is not appropriate.

"Oh my Merlin, I've been bitten no less than five times today. I really want to know who chose this textbook. It's terrible. Even worse than the Invisibility Book of Invisibility that I read back then."

"I want to kick his ass real hard with my boot."

As he said this, the clerk reached into the large iron cage.

As expected, I was bitten by the books inside.

"Hey, you bastard, relax, relax."

The clerk wielded a thick, knotty cane and poked the book that was biting his hand, trying to push it away, but this only made the monster book bite tighter.

He has a hot temper, is full of aggression, and wants to bite everything he sees. This is "The Monster Book of Monsters".

The key point is that the clerk didn't dare to do anything rash, because this kind of book is very expensive, a little more expensive than Lockhart's book last year, and he would have to pay compensation if it was damaged.

How much money does he earn in a day?

Next to where his arm was bitten, there was a loud ripping sound. Two monster books grabbed the third one and were about to tear it apart together.

This thing's IQ is comparable to that of a vixen.

Hopelessly stupid.

After struggling for a long time, he finally pulled his hand out of the iron cage and separated several monster books that were torn together. However, he accidentally forgot what he was doing and didn't take out any monster books.

The clerk had no choice but to reach out to the cage again.