"Impossible, the news on the market is just rumors anyway. After the limelight passed, those anti-epidemic enthusiasts with persecution paranoia found that they had stockpiled a large number of useless equipment and medicines, and could only sell them at low prices. We can take the opportunity to…”

Hearing that Yu Ren, the head of the logistics department, was still talking nonstop, Fudge almost had the heart to strangle him.

He finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Stop it for me, idiot! Now listen to my order, and it is forbidden to sell any equipment, whether it is expired or about to expire, you are not allowed to sell it!"

"Ah?" The director of the logistics department was dumbfounded.

Fudge slapped the table irritably, "Get out of here! You go and do a quick inventory.

Prepare, keep as much as you have, and then fill me up with the equipment and potions that have been sold as soon as possible, and then see how much money is left, go to the Muggle supermarket to buy a batch of food... Also, call my assistant And the director of the press office came in! "

After the director of the logistics department heard Fudge's order, his face turned pale, as if he had thought of something.

\"Okay, okay, I'll call here." He hurriedly walked away.

The director of the press office soon came to Fudge's office, and what Fudge asked him to do was simple: ask him to ban the media from reporting—everything related to the spread of rumors, and to call on all Farms and livestock farms sell food to wizards at a fair price.

As for Fudge's assistant, Fudge asked him to arrange a meeting for himself as soon as possible. He wanted to discuss with the wizards and wizards with a lot of land, such as Malfoy and Farley, and begged them not to sell food to Muggles this year, try their best to Leave the production in-house for digestion. If they agreed, he could consider lowering the "special tax on trade with muggles" a little.

Although the response was a little slower, Fudge felt that his response was timely, at least no outsiders could criticize it.

But when he finally reached an agreement with the gang of wizards with land after hard negotiations, he heard terrible news from his own men:

The food he'd bought from a Muggle supermarket with spare money from the Ministry of Magic was robbed in Diagon Alley by a group of angry housewives!

Chapter 401 Suspicion

Fudge was baffled when he heard the car he sent out to buy food had been hijacked.

Who leaked the news? What is the purpose of the robbery?

The conscience of heaven and earth, he bought these foods just to calm down the price and prevent himself from being blamed, and the price is not expensive, why would anyone want to rob it?

But without knowing the situation, it was impossible to judge, so Fudge hurriedly called his trusted guard and flew to Diagon Alley by the fireplace.

It was only when he arrived at Diagon Alley that he discovered that the so-called "Zi" was completely different from what he had imagined.

Because this time the food was bought on the Muggle side, and it was difficult for them to destroy the food in front of the Muggles, so they chose to use a rented small truck to transport the goods.

By the time Fudge arrived, the truck was empty, the doors were wide open, and there was a small pile of coins.

Seeing Fudge coming, the staff in charge of transporting the food hurriedly explained that he was really helpless just now.

"A group of wizards saw us unloading the car and asked us to sell it to them," he explained.

"Didn't you tell them that these were just purchased by the Ministry of Magic?" Fudge asked.

The wizard made a smile that was even uglier than crying: "It's because I said that, that's why it became like this."

Fudge burst out with a few swear words, and the people who heard it twisted their necks outwards to find the "thugs" that didn't exist around them.

After cursing for a while, Fudge looked at the small pile of coins in the truck.

"So, it's not a robbery, it's a buyout, isn't it?" he asked hopefully.

If it wasn't for robbery, at least it wouldn't be too ugly to go out, and Fudge's purpose for letting people buy these was originally to keep prices down, which is a kind of benevolence.

"Yes!" The wizard who transported the food quickly replied, "Just now there was a little man there to take pictures, and the scenes of those people robbing... forcibly bought were all filmed. There are only two of us, and we can't stop..."

\"Wait!" Fudge's heart that had just been put down was raised again, "Photographing? Is it a reporter? Which one?"

"It's not a reporter." The driver also helped to explain, "It's just a young boy passing by with something in his hand and wearing a Hogwarts robe... Gryffindor's scarf, it should be just shopping at Diagon Alley. Yes, I shot it right away."

"Oh..." Fudge was a little relieved after hearing this - if it was just a shot, it shouldn't be a big problem.

He thought for a while, and asked these two to go to the newspaper office of the Daily Prophet and let them report what happened just now.

"We still have a lot of food, please don't worry wizards, don't believe in rumors, the Ministry of Magic is taking active measures to stabilize prices... It's about this caliber, you and my assistant will discuss the details... Well, I'm going to the nearby Look at the store and see who's buying."

Fudge left after explaining, and he seemed to be trying to figure out what the **** was going on.

thing.

After he left, the two wizards in charge of the transportation breathed a sigh of relief. Fudge did not hold them accountable, nor did he ask who the strong buyer was,

This made them feel very fortunate, because the large group of wizards who had just demanded forced purchases were no strangers to them.

After all, wizards are a society of acquaintances. If you turn a few corners, almost everyone is related. Some of the wizards who are forced to buy are even their relatives. , they knew almost all of those people just now.

Therefore, they really can't refuse the request of those people, and it is all they can do to pretend to "block" it. As for blocking, it is absolutely impossible. There may be factions at the top, but there is really no need for them to damage their interpersonal relationships for the sake of "responsibility".

It is estimated that Fudge did not scold them both because he knew this.

Just to be on the safe side, when the little Gryffindor was taking the photo, the two of them were "showing their teeth" all the time, pretending they were stopping these people, so that even if the photo was public, they could say they did their best.

And just when they were relieved, Lockhart also took those photos in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Good job, Colin!" He patted the little boy in front of him on the shoulder approvingly, "I'm getting more and more proficient at developing photos."

Colin Creevey's face glowed with excitement: "Yes, sir! I can wash one in half a minute now!"

Lockhart looked at the photo and saw that two Ministry of Magic employees were trying their best to stop the onlookers from grabbing the food.

"The angle is good, the lighting is also good, and even the expressions on these people's faces are illuminated—clearly, tsk tsk... Do you have backups of these photos?"

"Yes, sir."

makeup. ' Lockhart smiled as he took the photo into his pocket

"Take it back to the school and put these photos in the school newspaper."

"No problem," Colin replied simply.

It was the magical world that Professor Lockhart brought him into, and provided a lot of convenience for his photography hobby, not only sponsored his photography club, but also contacted the newspapers and media for him, so that he could sell himself to shoot the Big Five competition. photos, and even contacted the job a few years in advance, now it's time for him to pay back

And it's for justice - to expose the truth that the Ministry of Magic has been covering up!

Unlike those people, I, Colin Creevey, are a Gryffindor, a media guy with a conscience!

Seeing that the boy in front of him was immersed in a sense of justice and couldn't extricate himself, Lockhart did not use money to insult him, but told him to go back to school quickly and be careful recently.

After Colin left, Lockhart also took the photo and went straight to the headquarters of Witch Weekly. He had something to talk to the editor-in-chief about.

He's been around for so long, and it's almost time to close the net.

After walking around Diagon Alley a few times, Fudge was surprised to find that almost every store selling magic gear was out of stock.

After inquiring about Weizeek, ​​he learned that the newspapers and media, which always liked to exaggerate, did not exaggerate the description of the wizarding world as "frightened" this time, but did not describe enough.

He finally realized something was wrong: \"Who bought out the stock?"

Wizeec was a tough one: the Digends, first a few high-level officials of your Ministry of Magic, then some staff, and then everyone came to buy it. "

"Higher at the Ministry of Magic?" said Fudge in disbelief. \"Who is that?"

Vezeek hesitated, as if trying to determine whether Fudge was pretending

It came out, but after thinking twice, he decided not to sell Lockhart.

"We have to abide by business secrets, and we can't tell you who it is, but ... it's all from the Ministry of Magic."

Fudge thought for a moment, then burst into rage.

Without Wizeek saying, he had already guessed who it might be.

The first person who secretly bought the equipment must be the insider, that is, the person who knew that there was an accident in the hegemony competition that night.

Although these people ostensibly obeyed Fudge and didn't make it public, these guys were secretly hoarding supplies themselves!

These bastards!

If it weren't for Diagon Alley, I'm afraid Fudge would have erupted at that time, but he still forcibly suppressed his anger, and it was not until he returned to his office that he angrily called his assistant and asked him to notify all the senior management. Two days in the conference room