A magic carpet dealer, in Fudge and Crouch's view, is not a big deal.

Fudge speaks eloquently.

Since there are express regulations, you must respect the law... You can't talk in person, you have to talk privately.

Even this kind of reading comprehension can't get full marks, so it's still far from "Master, I understand".

Fudge didn't bother to open the back door for such a fool.

But if the other party is smart enough and smart...

Fudge didn't mind letting the entertainment-starved, dire-stricken British wizards use the Arab world's magic carpet sooner rather than later.

Of course, there is an expensive cancellation fee.

As for whether he can seize the family transportation market, what does it have to do with him? Anyway, he takes money to do things.

In this field: Fudge has a good reputation, always taking money, treating people with integrity, and being innocent.

Whoever has entered his back door will say ok with their thumbs up. e...except Malfoy.

Another point, it would be even better if magic carpet vendors could seize the market.

Disturbing the share of domestic transportation, several major broom makers have to come to the door overnight and ask him to prohibit the sale of magic carpets.

If you can't sell others, then ban him! Or, mandatory magic carpet sellers sell shops at low prices and turn them into British businesses.

If the magic carpet dealer knows interest, he is a store from Mars, and he must kneel quickly.

No matter which angle you look at, Fudge is guaranteed to make a profit without losing money, and he can also get a wave of support.

Crouch didn't even want to talk to the businessman. It was not Horace's introduction, how could the other party contact an official of his level.

Although Crouch did not become the Minister of Magic, he is still the Director, and there is still some prestige!

Moreover, he hated breaking the law the most in his life!

There is no doubt that Horace must have received a lot of benefits.

Crouch knew his teacher.

When I was young, I liked material things and made friends with famous, successful, and powerful people.

Everyone stopped paying attention to the magic carpet dealer, and Fudge continued to ask:

"Barty, see where Ludo went? I've been looking for him.

It's such a mess around here, and Niu Niu just stole something and collapsed the tent... Hey, Lucius, what are you doing? "

Fudge waved abruptly in the distance.

Malfoy seemed to be taking a walk, and beside him were two big men - Crabbe and Goyle.

Next to him is a gloomy wizard - McNeil. This wizard is responsible for slaughtering magical creatures who have committed crimes.

Buckbeak was the knifeman when he was executed.

Hearing the shout, Malfoy looked up, saw Minister Fudge, and squeezed a smile out of his pale face.

He said loudly: "I just heard on the road that there are magical creatures attacking the camp, and I don't know whose tent collapsed and lost a lot of things.

There is no game now, let's go and see the excitement and have fun. "

Fudge looked strange, and he said loudly: "It is true that a tent has fallen down, but my reminder, it is best to be mentally prepared, Lucius."

"What?" Malfoy maintained an elegant smile on his face.

Fudge suppressed a smile and said, "It's...the family's tent that collapsed."

"..."

Malfoy was stunned for two seconds, then turned and ran.

Banana Barbara! No wonder Weasley laughed so disgustingly.

The old hermaphrodite!

Little son did not **!

Fudge finally laughed, but Crouch didn't laugh, his cold zombie face.

"Oops, where did Ludo go?"

"He went to St. Mungo's Magic Hospital, don't you know?" Crouch said coldly.

"What happened?" Fudge was startled. "Has he been beaten?

I said let him restrain himself. The last time the Bulgarian fans were beaten, there were rumors that he was the one who took the lead in instigating.

Kingsley told me that several Bulgarian fans were going to put him in a sack. "

"No, Arthur just brought word that Bertha was seriously injured and sent to the hospital."

Crouch's eyes darkened, and he glanced at William and Hermione imperceptibly.

"What, I... don't even know about this." Fudge said in shock.

"I heard... it was Mr. Stark and Miss Granger who rescued Bertha in Albania." Crouch said softly.

"Really? What's the matter, William," Fudge asked hastily.

"She must have been in Albania, where she met the dark wizard, where Ann has always been bad.

How could this Bertha go to Albania? "

"Ludo is on vacation for the sports department." Crouch sneered: "Connelly, don't you know about this?"

Fudge was speechless, of course he knew.

Without his hint, how could Ludo, a fool, give the sports department a holiday at his busiest time.

Not to make things difficult for Crouch.

But he certainly couldn't admit it. He coughed a few times: "I don't know! This Ludo! I'm going to visit them at St. Mungo's Hospital now."

He turned his head again and said, "William, let's go back first with Hermione.

Later, I will look for it again, if I have something to ask. "

After Fudge finished speaking, he hurried away with the officials.

"Mr. Stark," Crouch glanced at Horace and said suddenly:

"Tonight, I'd like to invite Miss Granger and me to my tent."

"Huh?" William and Hermione exchanged glances.

The two had no intersection with Crouch, why did the other party suddenly invite them.

"Perhaps already known, Dumbledore negotiated the Triwizard Tournament."

Crouch explained: "But the Goblet of Fire that selects the warriors is still with you. I need to discuss this with you."

William nodded slightly.

Crouch was gone, followed by the Egyptian magic carpet dealer, who seemed ready to continue talking to him.

William looked at Crouch's back, did not speak, and thought carefully.

For things like the Goblet of Fire, just find a subordinate and hand over it, not even a minute.

Why bother finding time to meet privately?

Weird Crouch.

Hermione shook William's hand and gestured to the old man, still staring at them both.

From the moment they appeared, Horace stared at them unabashedly.

I have been staring at it for ten minutes without blinking, as if I saw a peerless treasure.

If you don't blink your eyes for so long, won't your eyes dry out?

"Professor Slughorn, if there is nothing else, we will go first," William said politely.

"Know me?" The old man's eyes lit up.

"Of course I do. Professor Dumbledore has mentioned you more than once, saying that the time I spent working with you... was joyful and unforgettable."

William babbled casually.

Dumbledore only mentioned that after Voldemort's death, Horace was overjoyed... He realized that this colleague might have shared dark secrets with Tom.

To investigate the number of Horcruxes, the principal started with Horace.

"Yo boy, dishonesty, that's not what Albus would say." Horace laughed.

"However, we are indeed old colleagues and old friends."

Horace was old, a little fat, but well maintained, like Dumbledore...a fine old man.

However, the baldness has reduced his appearance a lot.

Horace, the master of potions, can't cure baldness... Sure enough, baldness is a terminal illness no matter where it is.

It is also a killer of middle-aged and elderly men's appearance.

No wonder Professor Snape never washes his hair, after all, his hairline is also increasing year by year.

He is afraid of losing his hair!

And baldness is the only thing that can threaten his appearance!

Horace continued: "For the first time, my name is Horace, I have long admired the two of us and wanted to meet you for a long time.

I've written many letters to Albus asking him to bring them to my Christmas party, but they've all been turned down. "

Horace's eyes seemed to glow.

"Forgive me, as a teacher, I have a fanatical paranoia about cultivating outstanding students."

It is a pity that he retired too early and missed this pair of students.

Judging from the information that Horace has learned over the years, William is definitely the best little wizard he has ever seen.

Even Tom was not so good back then.

"Then you can come back to teach. I believe that Professor Dumbledore will always reserve a place for you." William whispered

"Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Horace muttered: "He invited me this year... so many people died, and he also invited me.

This old slick! "

Dumbledore really does invite people. Let Horace, the master of potions, be the defense against the dark arts?

It seems that Dumbledore loves Snape more than Horace.

"I think we can go to my tent and have a drink?" Horace suggested, "I can tell you interesting things.

For example, Arbus used to be a big dirty teacher, and he was best at writing sonnets.

I have left a lot of manuscripts, and I am going to wait for him to die... Well, after retirement, I will sell it at a high price. "

"Sorry, Professor," William refused.

"We have to find our tent now.

Going out for a while, I think my parents, and Hermione's parents, are waiting. "

Horace was a little disappointed.

"Son, I'm going to hold a banquet in the evening, and there are many famous people in attendance... Are you coming?"

"It depends on the situation, sir." William smiled.

The three slowly left, and after walking away, Hermione asked in a low voice:

"William, Professor Dumbledore, haven't you always wanted to inquire about something?" Hermione wondered, "Why don't you go with such a good opportunity?"

William looked at Hermione, touched her head and said:

"Learn to play hard-to-get... Believe it or not, the less I care, the more Horace feels like a cat's paw.

If you go back at night, you may not be able to sleep.

We have to give him hope and make him feel that it is close.

But the appetite is always hanging, so that he can't think of it.

If he agreed immediately, he felt that there was nothing unusual, and it was even more difficult to get what we wanted. "

William was very comfortable with this sort of thing. Just learn from the goddess, and it's enough to lick the dog's appearance.

Horace's weakness is obvious, and it is not easy to play with him.

He turned his head to face Neville behind him and said, "Remember, Neville, the same is true for chasing girls~lightnovelpub.net~ You must learn it well."

Neville nodded hastily. Is this why William is so popular?

He got it, think about it carefully, that's how his pet Lefu treated him!

The frequent Shenyin suddenly appeared when he thought he was missing.

Neville had to study hard and prepare to fight Professor Snape... hard-to-get.

If you can conquer the professor, the potions class will be comfortable in the future.

Hermione was also thoughtful, and she suddenly said, "William, why are you so skilled?"

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