"You've been chatting for a long time..." Hermione didn't stand up by herself after waking up, but lay down in Tom's arms, hugged him like a little koala, and then she gently rubbed her head against Tom's chest, Like a kitten that has been picked up, it keeps acting coquettishly.

Tom was not in a hurry to leave, he put his arms around Hermione, first breathed into her palm, and then rubbed her cold little hands, trying to warm them up for her. Soon, Hermione's fingertips were no longer so cold, but there was a hint of warmth to the touch.

After doing this, Tom enjoyed Hermione's "massage" with peace of mind. The aroma of shampoo wafted from the ends of her hair, and it also made his chin itch.

After rubbing for a while, Hermione raised her head, her eyes were shining brightly in the dark corridor.

"Can you tell me what you and Dumbledore talked about?" The girl's face was full of longing, and she was so curious about Tom's plan that she even used the "beauty trick".

Hermione looked at Tom, and smiled softly, showing a mouthful of neat little white teeth, and her delicate face was full of curiosity.

Tom stroked Hermione's somewhat tousled hair, and then lightly tapped the tip of Hermione's upturned nose with his fingertips.

"We're discussing how to make you the Minister of Magic."

"Be serious!" Hermione glared at Tom, "Hmph, if I become the Minister of Magic, I'll appoint you as secretary and work overtime every day!"

"That's also working overtime with the minister."

Hermione didn't know what to think of, and her face turned red.

"Don't say that...you, what are you talking about?" Her voice was more like a mosquito humming.

Tom's hands became restless, and he pinched Hermione's nose, "Dumbledore acquiesced in me overthrowing Fudge."

Tom's voice was not high, but Hermione heard it sounded earth-shattering. She couldn't help but shivered, half of her body went numb.

"Dumbledore agrees with you to overthrow... Fudge? The Minister of Magic—and you let go!" Hermione was taken aback. She didn't expect that Dumbledore actually agreed to Tom to do this! Acquiescence is also permission, shouldn't this kind of thing be strictly prohibited?

"Try it." Tom let go of Hermione's nose.

"What if it doesn't work out? Fuji will definitely retaliate, right?" Hermione thought a little further. She was apprehensive at the thought of being hated by a Minister for Magic.

Tom blinked, "I don't think Fudge will hate us in the first place."

Hermione looked at him, a little surprised: "You mean..."

"That's right!" Of course he would do it in Dumbledore's name!

Hermione felt relieved.

But after a while, she felt uncomfortable again. Because she thought she would be terrified and worried after hearing the news, and would try to persuade Tom to give up the idea. But in the end she found that she didn't seem to have these emotions at all. On the contrary, there was a faint sense of excitement in her heart.

But Hermione would never admit it.

It's all Tom, he's driving me crazy! Hermione complained to Tom inwardly.

"How long are you going to hug? Let go!" Hermione's voice became cold, and then she pushed Tom away, and stood up with all her strength, so much that she even swayed twice. At the same time she forced her face away from Tom's rotten face.

It's just a cat! Tom stood up helplessly, arranged Hermione's clothes, and patted her buttocks by the way.

With a slap down, there was a muffled sound. Tom seemed to have hit a cushion, and it felt soft and bouncy, and a cloud of dust was blown out by his slap.

Hermione was taken aback by this, and she turned her head in shock and anger, only to hear Tom say, "The pants are all dirty, let me dust them off for you."

Hermione's face was flushed red, and she dodged his second slap, "You don't know magic? You obviously have a very suitable spell!"

"Whirlwind!" Hermione flicked her wand, and all the dust on her pants was removed. She looked at Tom for a long time, but after all she said nothing. But when Tom stood up from the ground, she mustered all her strength and slapped Tom on the ass.

Snapped!

Whoops!

Tom felt like his **** was going numb from a spanking.

"Hmph~" Hermione happily walked down the stairs after getting her revenge, followed by a grinning Tom.

…

The sun had already set when Fudge returned to the Ministry of Magic, but he still summoned his trusted subordinates Umbridge, Dawlish and Kingsley immediately.

"Is Sirius Black wronged?!" After the three arrived, they were all shocked by the news.

"Minister, is it convenient for you to explain in detail?" Kingsley asked cautiously. As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he had worked with Sirius for a while, and he was still very curious about what happened to his former comrades-in-arms.

In his opinion, it would be great if Sirius was really innocent!

"Of course, but we still have a few things to do, Dolores, please go to the archives and bring up Black's dossier, Kingsley, Dawlish, you two and I will go to Hogwarts Ci, let's put Peter in prison together—we can talk slowly on the way." Fudge had already regained his composure, and gave orders in an orderly manner.

Now he wants to hold Peter in his hands immediately, so that he can take the lead, catch Crouch by surprise, and firmly pin the blame on him. Of course, the dossier of the case back then should also be obtained, so as not to reveal some unfavorable content in it-the Ministry of Magic does not have the rule of solving puzzles every 50 years in the dossier.

"Yes, Minister." Umbridge bowed to Fudge and stepped back. Although Kingsley and Dawlish were a little confused, they obediently followed Fudge and headed to Hogwarts~lightnovelpub.net~ The news that Fudge summoned his confidants naturally reached Dumbledore's ears, so Several owls and patron saints of the phoenix flew out of the Hogwarts headmaster's office and rushed in all directions.

…

Umbridge went to the Ministry of Magic archives. Thousands of dossiers are piled here, spanning centuries.

Fortunately, all the files are arranged by date, so Umbridge successfully found the thin file after recalling the time when the Sirius case happened.

Looking at the thin dossier, Umbridge was also speechless: there seemed to be nothing left of it except for a cover, and it was incomparable with the hundreds of pages of dossiers next to it.

If it weren't for the fact that the seal on it was still intact, she would have thought that someone had already cut it out first.

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Today I'm going to introduce the fourth Minister of Magic: Edric Diggory (I don't know if he has anything to do with Cedric)