"Ah, here comes Lucius!" Fudge said in surprise after a brief introduction.

William turned his head and saw Lucius Malfoy and his silly son Draco. ?

Lucius was holding a wand in his hand, but the pigeon eggs were gone. It seems that he was plucked for wool by the Ministry of Magic some time ago, and now he doesn't dare to "show off his wealth" in such a high-profile manner.

"Ah, Connelly," Malfoy stretched out his hand as he passed the Minister for Magic, "hello, I don't think you've seen my son Decola."

"Hello," Fudge said, glancing at Draco, "Come, let me introduce you to the recipients of the Merlin Medal."?

Malfoy nodded with a smile, obviously not wanting to miss this opportunity to expand his network, otherwise there would be no need to attend the banquet.

He was listening to Fudge's introduction when he suddenly saw Mr. Weasley. It was as if he had been pricked by a needle, the smile on his face disappeared, he left the minister and looked at Weasley affectionately.

The two stared at each other for a full twenty seconds, and neither was willing to take the lead to look away.

Malfoy glanced at his wand out of the corner of his eye, and made sure that he was not there.

Mr. Weasley showed no signs of weakness. He loosened his neckline and seemed ready to take off his new robe at any time and have a blast.

But no one took the initiative to take action. The Minister of Magic is still here.

The same meaning flashed in their eyes: come here, come here!

"Don't, don't do this." Fudge stood between the two of them, and said sternly in a low voice: "It will make other Ministers of Magic see a joke!"

The two snorted coldly and took a half step back.

"Arthur, don't make trouble with Lucius in the future. He donated a building to the Ministry of Magic before Christmas. He is my guest of honor."

Fudge patted Mr. Weasley on the shoulder, obviously not wanting to embarrass Malfoy, the Golden Pig Daddy.

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"Of course." A smile appeared on Mr. Weasley's face. "I'm very grateful to Mr. Malfoy for his donation. He definitely doesn't want to go to Azkaban for a few days."

Malfoy showed an ugly look, and being slashed by the Ministry of Magic was obviously not something to be happy about, even if he was rich!

"My God, Arthur," he sneered in an exaggerated tone, "I would like to donate buildings to the Ministry of Magic, but I'm curious, what did you sell to get the invitation letter for the Merlin Medal?

Sell ​​the house?

But that shabby house isn't worth so much money, right? "

"Mr. Weasley doesn't need to sell the house, let alone donate it. He is my guest."

William, who never spoke, replied with a faint smile on his face.

"Merlin Medal recipients can invite 14 people. Mr. Malfoy has never received a Medal, so I probably don't know."

Mr. Malfoy's eyes swept over to William, his eyes cold, apparently recognizing the child who had recently made a name for himself.

William looked at him without flinching.

Draco's hands trembled unnaturally, and seeing the boy reminded him of something not so good.

He licked his dry lips and took a few steps back, a nightmare... He never eats ice cream after that time.

Lucius glanced at William, then at his parents and Hermione's parents, who were undoubtedly Muggles.

William slid the wand in his hand. If Lucius dared to say some insulting words, he would definitely teach him a lesson in public without leaving his hand.

Under the eyes of the Minister of Magic, Malfoy didn't say anything outrageous. He snorted sarcastically at Weasley, turned and pulled Decora to his seat.

"Son, relax." Fudge laughed loudly. "I think Lucius will know that the recipient of the medal from now on can invite fourteen people."

"I don't know who you will invite when you get the Merlin Medal, Minister?" A short, fat woman on Fudge's left suddenly said.

The woman had a broad, flabby face, with a small black velvet bow on her short curly hair. Her voice was high-pitched, like a little girl.

"What?" Fudge didn't seem to hear clearly. He looked at the woman, "What did you just say?"

"I said that Minister, you will definitely get a Merlin Medal. It's just a few years ago." The woman said in a sweet and greasy voice.

Fudge was taken aback, as if seeing this woman for the first time.

"Sorry, you are..."

"Dolores Umbridge, Mr. Minister." Umbridge's face was full of ingratiating smiles.

"Oh, I remember, you asked me to promote some books last year, I remember! I transferred you to the Auror office..."

The smile on Umbridge's face was a little stiff. Obviously, her strength did not meet the Auror's selection criteria. She originally wanted to go in and get some gold plating, but the airborne privilege made her situation not very good.

After all, Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror's office, is not a good boss to talk to.

"You just said I would get the Merlin Medal?" Fudge asked interestedly, "Why do you say that?"

Umbridge showed the shyness of a little woman, and she complimented: "Under your leadership, Minister, the Ministry of Magic is prosperous, and has captured Tywin, the damned Death Eater, and the invention of the potion, the Wolf Poison Elixir. ...you deserve a medal for your contribution.

I think the Merlin First Class Medal is very suitable~lightnovelpub.net~ Umbridge's eyes flashed with just the right admiration.

Fudge was obviously still a bit prudent. He quickly waved his hand and said, "No, I can't...Albus only won a first-class medal after defeating Grindelwald in 1945...I'm far behind."

William looked meaningfully at Umbridge, who seemed to be rising up high. He could help the minister with money, but he still spoke so nicely.

Sure enough, Fudge thought for a moment and said, "Umbridge? I remember you. Go back and I'll look at your inspection list. If you're not suitable for an Auror, I'll transfer you away."

"Thank you, Minister." Umbridge's voice became softer.

At this moment, the Wizengamore members came.

They sat down on the chairs, and all they could see were about fifty people, wearing purple-red robes with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on their left chest.

Dumbledore walked over, wearing a dark blue robe, with a very happy expression on his face.

He walked to the forefront, raised his head, and looked at the crowd through the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his aquiline nose, his long silver beard and hair gleaming in the light of the torches.

Dumbledore's clothes are so gorgeous, he wears huge gems on his hands, the number can be connected in series around four fingers, and the dazzling light emitted from it is enough to make Thanos take off his gloves in shame.

The members of Wizengamore were whispering.

All eyes were on Dumbledore, and the two elderly witches sitting in the back row directly stood up and waved, seeming to be his loyal fans.

The noise in the hall is over, and the medals are finally about to be issued.

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(Ask for a recommendation ticket, everyone.)