"Thank you~" Hermione gently wiped off the water stains on her fingers with a tablecloth.

"This is a good boy." She patted Tom's head and hooked his chin. "Come on, tell me where you went at noon."

Hermione's gestures, frowns and smiles, have a charm, which makes Tom's heart itch, as if a restless kitten lives in it.

Hearing Hermione's question, he also shared with Hermione what he just did.

"Oh?" Hermione raised her eyebrows, "So, our busy man is going to intervene in the change of Prime Minister? You just supported the Minister of Magic, and now you are involved in the vortex of the British Prime Minister. You can really do it. "

Hermione spoke from her heart. She really didn't expect that her boyfriend was so courageous, and the plot was not something that he should think about at his age.

Would a normal little wizard think "this Minister of Magic is too cowardly, I have to replace him"? They were all thinking about things like "what's for lunch", "I haven't written the homework due tomorrow", "who can borrow me to copy the homework". It is precocious to even think about finding a girlfriend.

"Follow the flow, follow the flow," said Tom, who didn't think his behavior was a big deal. He just knows more information than others, and he is good at distributing information.

Hermione took a copy of the Daily Prophet from a stool beside her and handed it to Tom.

"Fudge is going to die," she said softly.

Tom saw that it was a news report that Fudge finally gave up the large-scale search for Peter Pettigrew and decided to offer a reward of 20,000 Galleons for his arrest.

Tom knew that as soon as this news was released, the wizarding world would definitely be bombarded.

And it is true.

Even though it's Christmas, there are some unlucky people on duty at the Ministry of Magic. However, the bustling and hurried atmosphere on weekdays definitely does not exist. All the employees look lazy and do everything they can to fish and paddle.

Those fireplaces that spit out a person every few seconds during the working day are also burning quietly at this time, no different from ordinary fireplaces. The resplendent hall was empty, only the fountain in the middle of the foyer was still working diligently.

The sound of splashing water even echoed in the empty hall.

There is a table on the left side of the hall with a sign that says "Security Check". Sitting behind was a witch in a peacock blue robe with messy hair. At this time, she was bored trimming her nails.

Suddenly, a green flame rose from a fireplace in the hall, and a wizard rushed out staggeringly, holding a briefcase and a crumpled copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"What's the matter? In such a hurry?" The witch knew the wizard, and she asked with a smile, "Is it raining on the ceiling of your office?"

The wizard looked ugly, he shook his head, "I hope it's just a leak from the ceiling... You can see for yourself, I have something urgent to do..."

He put the newspaper on the witch's table and left in a hurry.

The witch looked at the newspaper curiously, and the word "shame" in bold and black came into her eyes. She froze for a moment, and before she could react, an owl flew in from outside and landed on her table.

When the witch saw what was in the owl's claws, her face changed drastically: the owl brought a howling letter.

She knew how powerful this thing was, so she quickly reached out and opened the letter, and a shrill female voice roared in the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

This was not over yet, one owl after another rushed into the Ministry of Magic, leaving behind howling letters one after another, scaring the witch to run away.

Soon, the hall became lively.

At this time, the fireplaces on both sides of the hall burst into green flames, and one figure after another appeared from the fires.

But they covered their ears as soon as they entered—it was too loud in the hall.

The roaring letters turned into ashes one after another, seemingly without end. The noise raged for several hours, during which time most of the Ministry of Magic officials stopped their vacation and rushed from home to the Ministry of Magic.

But no one tried to stop these roaring letters from spontaneously combusting, and everyone watched it happen in silence. Burns came too, and she winked at some people. Only then did the officials make a movement, and a group of people turned and left silently, and walked into the Ministry of Magic, not knowing what to do.

But there were still many people who just stood there dumbly, as if they had been cast with a leg-locking spell.

Finally, the last Howling letter also turned into ashes and fell on the messy floor. At this time, the formerly magnificent hall of the Ministry of Magic seemed to have experienced a great battle.

Fudge had arrived long ago, and he was standing in front of a fireplace, watching all this happen dully. Umbridge pushed close to him and spoke to him a few times, but he ignored him. In the end, even Umbridge shut up.

Fudge knew the source of it all: wizards in the British wizarding world venting their grievances. Their fear of the escape of You-Know-Who's servants turned into hatred for the Ministry's incompetence. The wizards were fairly restrained and only sent a roar letter.

"I, we..." Fudge waited for the reverberation in the hall to completely dissipate, then he cleared his throat and wanted to say something, but after he noticed the eyes of the subordinates around him, he was completely speechless.

Their eyes are very strange. When they look at themselves, they look like they are looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Minister," Burns interrupted Fudge, "I, as Director of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division, will bring a motion of no-confidence against you."

Fudge was silent, and the whole hall fell into dead silence.

He was silent for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh ~lightnovelpub.net~ This sigh even formed an echo in the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

"Bones, you are a capable witch." After Fudge sighed, he seemed to have aged ten years. His body suddenly hunched down, and even his stomach seemed to be a little smaller.

He wanted to say something more, but choked up. Finally, without speaking, he turned and walked towards the fireplace.

"You guys hold the hearing yourself, and if you have the result, just send me an owl to send a letter." After finishing speaking, his figure disappeared into the green fire.

Those present watched Fudge go. Everyone knew in their hearts that Fudge's time was over. Burns looked at Fudge's lonely back, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Clean up the hall and prepare for the election." But she quickly suppressed her emotions and gave orders to the officials around her.

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Today I want to introduce the life and story of Radolphus Lestrange, the fifteenth Minister of Magic. You can tell by the surname, a member of the Lestrange family, a pure-blood family.