Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Fudge continued to nod, then paused for a moment and asked tentatively: "What do you mean?"

"I think he's to blame for Peter's escape from Azkaban."

"And if memory serves me correctly, his son Barty Crouch Jr. is a Death Eater."

"That's right."

"If he can teach the son of a Death Eater, then there must be something wrong with his thinking."

Dudley showed two rows of teeth as white as a hydraulic press, looked at Fudge and said leisurely: "Don't you think some senior officials in the Ministry of Magic have been in office for too long? Even longer than you, the wise and powerful Minister of Magic?"

"This is not good, very bad. If they pretend to obey but actually disobey, even your orders cannot be effectively passed down."

Dudley's words brought back many bad memories for Fudge. On the surface, he was the Minister of Magic, the man with the highest power in England.

In fact, there are many officials in the Ministry of Magic who say one thing to him and do another behind his back.

"Minister Fudge, what do you think?"

"Mr. Dursley, I think you're right!"

Chapter 249 The glass of wine is called 'The Godfather' (asking for monthly tickets)

Fudge's eyes sparkled as he listened to Dudley's words.

If he did what Dudley said, it would be a disaster for the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, and there might even be a major reshuffle of officials.

However, the ones affected are most likely the old pure-blood wizards, and most likely the ones who are loyal to or were once loyal to Voldemort. Even Dumbledore's old friends are not affected. Although they have worked for a long time (more than a hundred years of service), they are old enough and are still members of the Wizengamot.

But the position is too small and the power is too small

Even if they want to express their dissatisfaction, the only way to protest is to resign, which is the stupidest and most ineffective way.

Even Fudge didn't bother to pay attention to him.

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

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

Keep drilling into Fudge's mind.

Only the Ministry of Magic is loyal to itself. What a beautiful phrase.

"Of course you can take your time with this. You are still young and have plenty of time."

"Dear Minister, this may not be a bad thing."

After hearing Dudley's words, Fudge seemed to have used a suppository. A smile as bright as a chrysanthemum bloomed on his wrinkled old face, and he suddenly understood.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was in control of the situation, that he was able to do it again.

"To our wise and brave Minister of Magic."

Dudley raised his glass and greeted Fudge with a smile.

He painted a very big pie for Fudge, but whether Fudge could eat it was not something he could decide.

To be fair, Dudley didn't believe that Fudge could defeat those pure-blood wizards, but at least he could sound the charge.

Without some turmoil, it would be very difficult for new wizards to come to power.

Fudge happily raised his glass and took another big gulp, but as expected, he choked himself again.

He shook his head slightly. It seemed that Fudge was not suitable for drinking this kind of wine.

What a pity for this cup of 'The Godfather' mixed by Dudley himself.

After getting the answer he wanted from Dudley, Fudge left with his new secretary satisfied.

Dudley watched the two men walk farther and farther away until they disappeared, then he laughed contemptuously and snapped his fingers, and the rattan chair disappeared.

Fresh blood?

Where does the fresh blood come from?

A loser like Fudge even had his own team formed by Dudley.

Oh, maybe not none of them. Dudley had an image of a pink toad in his mind.

A clown who can only show off his clever tricks and is not worthy of being mentioned in public.

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

"Mr. Dursley, Mr. Gargamel sends you his warmest regards."

Dudley nodded to indicate that he understood, and Culliver slowly retreated with a respectful look on his face.

Dudley pretended to be Gargamel and gave orders to Culliver and the others, asking them to follow Dudley's instructions and do their best to protect the safety of Penny and the others.

The safety of his loved ones always comes first for Dudley.

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

An assistant who is very outstanding in Fudge's heart and is highly praised.

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

"Harry, the dangerous fugitive who escaped from Azkaban, you can avenge your parents in a dignified manner the next time you see Peter."

Dudley said softly as he walked up to Harry.

Harry's shoulders trembled slightly when he heard this, but soon returned to normal.

"I will."

The voice is firm and powerful.

Harry gave Peter a chance. If he stayed in Azkaban honestly and atone for his mistakes, Harry would forgive him.

But he didn't do that, he chose to escape from prison

This meant that he had no regrets about what he had done, and no regrets about betraying the Potters.

Harry would not hold back when he saw him again.

Not long after the Grangers officially moved into Privet Drive, the Dursleys were once again busy, with people coming and going, neighbors coming to congratulate them, a cake that was bigger than a person, mountains of gifts, and a luxurious buffet in the garden.

This is an important day.

To any of the Dursleys.

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

Everyone was smiling that day, and the Dursleys' house was more lively than ever before. Even Snape, who usually kept a straight face, had a slight smile on his face. This was when he kept his brain closed. If he didn't use it, his mouth would probably be smiling to the point of his back teeth.

After staying at Privet Drive for a while, Dudley, Hermione and Harry set off for Godric's Hollow.

This is how they plan every holiday.

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

Both Hermione and Harry love their home in the wizarding world very much.

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

With the care of the two old wizards, Pippi and Lucy, everything in the castle is in order. The cabbages in the cabbage field are growing well, the pumpkins are becoming more colorful, and the mandrakes are growing taller and taller.

The only flaw is the iron thorns that serve as guardrails on all sides. They are still the same height, hardness, and not very defensive, which is a bit lacking compared to those magic plants.

To be fair, their defense is not as good as that group of mandrakes.

It is indeed a magical plant known as iron waste.

It’s pretty but useless.

It is worth mentioning that after Dudley and his friends left Privet Drive, Snape did not return to his Spider's Alley, but found a house to live in near Privet Drive. In his spare time, he would visit the Dursleys and see little Lily.

Well, maybe the point is to go along with it.

He is now little Lily's godfather.

Petunia agreed as soon as Snape said it, and Vernon didn't have much objection either.

Vernon had a good impression of Snape to begin with. Although his hair was a little greasy, he looked good overall. He also heard that he was a professor at Hogwarts School, and having a serious job was much better than some uneducated hooligans.

Naturally, there won’t be much objection.

Even if little Lily could not become a wizard after she turned eleven, Snape would continue to teach her and fulfill his duties as godfather.

Actually, I really want to complain about one thing about baseball fist. Is it really what you think?

Chapter 250 You have a call, Mr. Draco, please answer it as soon as possible

Malfoy Manor.

The Malfoy family was enjoying their breakfast, wiping the corners of their mouths gently with napkins. Maintaining the most elegant and perfect makeup at all times is the most basic quality of being a noble. Not far away from the three of them, Den Den Mushi was leisurely eating strawberries on the dining table.

"Burp" After eating a whole plate of strawberries, Den Den Mushi burped, found a comfortable place in the basket of strawberries and lay down lazily.

The three people at the table obviously heard it, and Narcissa looked at the Den Den Mushi with a little disgust.

Both Lucius and Narcissa had complaints about the strange thing their children brought back.

It has strange big eyes that look like tentacles, bizarre patterns, and its entire body is covered with sticky liquid. It is obviously not a precious magical animal.

Keeping such a strange thing at home would bring shame to the Malfoy family if anyone told others about it.

Because it was brought back by Draco and seemed to value it very much, Narcissa did not throw it away.

Just treat it like a low-class pet. When you get tired of playing with it, you don’t have to do anything yourself. Draco will discard it himself.

Narcissa comforted herself like this.

Suddenly, the Den Den Mushi that was sleeping soundly in the basket sat up abruptly, and its eyes seemed to be out of focus and dazed. Just when Narcissa and the others thought it had a stomachache, the Den Den Mushi's toothy mouth actually spoke in human language.

"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 Den Den Mushi.

Draco walked slowly to the Den Den Mushi and picked up the receiver very naturally.

"Hello, this is Draco."

When Draco heard Dudley's voice on the other end of the phone, he immediately smiled.

Narcissa looked confused. Draco seemed to be talking to someone?

Lucius knew more than the average wizard because he had brief contact with the Queen and members of the English royal family.

Draco's current behavior is very similar to that of a machine used to communicate between Muggles. Something like a telephone.

But that thing seems to be connected by a wire, and it can't communicate without the wire, and it's not a bug.

Lucius only knew about the telephone, and out of disdain for Muggle items, he had never used it.

While Lucius was thinking, Draco had ended the call.

Draco still had a smile on his face when he hung up the phone.

"Draco, what is that?" Lucius asked at Narcissa's glance.

His eyes were fixed on the basket where the Den Den Mushi was. After ending the call, the Den Den Mushi returned to its original lazy and listless state and lay on the basket.

"There's no father, he's just an ordinary Den Den Mushi."

Draco's tone was very casual, as if he was describing a very normal little thing.

"Muggle stuff?"

Lucius asked again.

"No, it was made by Brother D. It looks like a normal person's phone, but it's not the same thing."

Draco explained again: "This is not for sale and has been encrypted. Currently, only Brother D and his friends can be contacted."