Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 103: The Dementor’s Rebellion
As usual, Fudge is insomnia again. ?Eight?One Chinese?≤≤≤≤=≈≈≠≥
Sitting up on the large wooden bed, Fudge felt that he could hardly sleep anymore. These days he was exhausted to the extreme. After waking up, he could only look at the empty bedside in silence.
He thinks he can get up and handle official duties. In fact, he thinks that as the Minister of Magic, he is more diligent than his predecessor, and he spends more time on his career than his predecessor. Of course, there is another possibility. He is not willing to admit that he is too incompetent. This is the biggest reason why he needs to spend his leisure time at work.
Now he has to shave his beard first. These days he is like a firefighter in the Muggle world to fight fires everywhere, and he has no time to take care of his image. Not long ago, Dumbledore had once again protested the dementors he had placed in the school as the principal, not as a private official.
The dementors also said that they suffered a torture at Hogwarts, and if they couldn't ask for an explanation for them, they would not compromise or threaten them.
He didn't wake up his wife, tiptoed out of bed, put on his own slippers, walked across the corridor to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, he looked at himself carefully. He is no longer young. The affairs of the last few days have made him a lot more white. It is no longer the pure gray before, with deep sunken eye sockets and eyeballs. The little bloodshots indicate that his sleep quality is not good, and he has a slightly bulging belly. He likes to exercise on weekdays, but since that Blake escaped from prison, his free time has been lost and everything has changed, Aziz The issue of Caban’s defense was questioned. The Dementors caused him trouble everywhere, even on Dumbledore’s head. His authority began to be questioned (in fact, it never existed very much). He has a headache.
He is now hesitating which side of Dumbledore and the Dementor should be tougher, and which side he should show a little better.
Speaking from the bottom of his heart, he didn’t want to be soft with Dumbledore. When he came on stage, he really didn’t have much confidence in his abilities, so he often consulted Dumbledore, but he stayed in this ministerial position for a long time. Confidence also slowly increased. He still consulted Dumbledore, but the number of times gradually decreased, and he believed that he was capable of being the minister. He was obsessed with the feeling of being Minister of Magic and everything that this position brought him.
To consult Dumbledore again, Fudge always feels inferior, just like returning to his school days. He himself is a student and Dumbledore is a teacher.
This sense of contrast made him extremely resistant when he was used to sitting in a high position.
In contrast, this group of dementors is much easier to manage. Only in this group of monsters can he truly appreciate the superiority of his IQ.
"Boom boom boom." The sound of crashing from the bathroom glass window annoyed him. He walked over and found that it was an owl.
How long has it been since he became a minister that he hasn't used Owl anymore?
Although he joined the pure-blood camp in order to get better support, he has to say that he thinks Muggle stuff is still very useful, and the light and telephone are very convenient. Who would give this advice? Did he mention it?
That kid from the Lucius family, right? Last time he bleeds heavily, and Fudge was very impressed with the boy.
The thoughts in his mind turned quickly, and he was not idle. He walked over and opened the window. He thought that if it was a letter of praise from his admirer, he would forgive the sender.
Unfortunately, when he finished reading the letter, he immediately fell on the floor of the bathroom. His eyes were dark, but he did not faint immediately. Reason tells him that if he faints now, his political career will be Completely finished.
Actually, it's almost the same now.
The letter was written by his subordinates. First, I explained the reason why the owl was used-because the phone could not be connected because of arrears, and in order to show the urgency of the incident, it explained that he could only use the owl and human He rushed to his house, subject to whoever noticed who came first. Almost not long before he heard knocks on the door outside the house.
But now his legs are a little soft, and he doesn't even have the strength to stand up.
The main idea of the letter can be summarized in one sentence: "The Dementors went on strike and Azkaban fell into chaos." The news knocked him out like a sap.
"That group of inferior creatures, how dare they! How dare they!" He roared, his eyes flushed, and his veins were exposed. The elegant demeanor he showed in order to win over the masses had long been thrown out of the sky. .
"There is still a chance, there is still a chance, as long as that person arrives in time, I will still have a chance." Suddenly he seemed to have found some life-saving straw again, muttering to himself in a low voice, the strength on his legs He seemed to be back again, stood up, and tried his best to move towards the door step by step.
Dumbledore is now his only hope!
If he now knew that the only hope in his heart was one of the instigators of this incident, he didn't know how he would feel.
Time goes back a few hours ago.
Dumbledore, after expelling and destroying the dementors who forcibly broke into Hogwarts, immediately returned to his office, drew a quill pen from the pencil case at will, and began to put it on a sheepskin. I started writing rustlingly on the paper, frowning from time to time, and occasionally pushing my pair of glasses. For an elderly person, sitting and writing for a long time is not a simple task, after a long time. , He put down the pen, looked at the slender, circled squiggles on a page of parchment, and let out a long sigh.
Dumbledore himself is not keen on rights, at least for now, so he does not like to spend time on some unnecessary "decency".
Dumbledore prefers "Let’s talk~IndoMTL.com~ but Fudge seems to hate this communication method more and more, so he can only choose a more formal way to communicate with him.
Anyone in the circle must abide by the rules of the game, and he is no exception. His identity is the principal of Hogwarts. The other party is the Minister of Magic, which is not only a fame and aura, but also a shackle and restriction.
He can't do what he wants, and even this kind of communication must be formalized in writing.
In fact, he hopes to wipe out all the dementors. In his opinion, this kind of creature is useless, but if he does this, Fudge will have more disputes.
"Hey, is your head hurting again? Every time you encounter a problem, you always tease your bird." The portrait on the wall fluttered, and the voice was a little gloomy and hoarse. He was The great-great-grandfather of Sirius Black, once served as the principal of Hogwarts.
"Correct, this is a phoenix," Dumbledore explained solemnly, walking around the desk to the perch, and then his brows stretched out and opened his own. The long arm moved for a while, then he took out the magic wand and summoned a splendid flame at the tip of the stick. (To be continued.)