"Ah, Lucius is here!" After introducing it, Foggy suddenly said in surprise.

William turned his head and saw Lucius Malfoy and his stupid son Draco.

Lucius was holding a magic wand in his hand, but the dove egg was gone. It seemed that he was fleece by the Ministry of Magic some time ago, so he didn't dare to "show off his wealth" so high-profile now.

"Ah, Connelly," Malfoy reached out as he walked past the Minister of Magic, "Hello, I don't think you've seen my son Draco."

"Hello," Fudge said with a glance at Draco, "Come on, let me introduce you to the recipients of the Order of Merlin."

Malfoy nodded with a smile, obviously not wanting to miss this opportunity to broaden his connections, otherwise there would be no need to attend the banquet.

He was listening to Fudge's introduction when he suddenly saw Mr. Weasley. He was as if he had been stabbed by a needle. The smile on his face disappeared. He left the minister and looked at Weasley affectionately.

The two of them glanced at each other for twenty seconds, and neither of them was willing to take the lead in moving their eyes away.

Malfoy glanced at the wand and confirmed that his dove egg was not there. He had no worries and could fully demonstrate his fighting skills in recent special training.

Mr. Weasley was not outdone. He loosened his collar and seemed to be ready to take off his new robe at any time and have a big fight.

But no one took the initiative to take action. The Minister of Magic is still here, so it is unreasonable to take action first.

The same meaning flashed in their eyes: Come here, come here!

"Don't, don't do this." Fudge blocked the two of them and whispered sternly: "It will make other ministers of the Magicians laugh at you!"

The two of them snorted coldly and both took a step back.

"Arthur, don't have a quarrel with Lucius in the future. He donated a building to the Ministry of Magic before Christmas, and it was the VIP I invited."

Fudge patted Mr. Weasley on the shoulder, obviously not wanting to embarrass Malfoy, the Golden Pig father.

"Of course." A smile appeared on Mr. Weasley's face. "I am very grateful to Mr. Malfoy for his donation. He certainly doesn't want to stay in Azkaban for a few days."

Malfoy showed an ugly look and was fleece by the Ministry of Magic. It was obviously not a very happy thing, even if he was very rich!

"Oh my God, Arthur," he sarcastically said, "Donating a building to the Ministry of Magic is something I would like to do, but I'm curious, what did you sell to get the invitation to the Merlin Medal award?

Sell ​​the house?

But that broken house is not worth so much money, right?"

"Mr. Weasley doesn't need to sell a house, let alone donate a house. He is the guest I invited."

William, who had not spoken, replied with a faint smile on his face.

"The recipient of the Merlin Medal can invite fourteen people. Mr. Malfoy has not received the medal, so he is probably not sure."

Mr. Malfoy's eyes swept to William, his eyes were cold, and he obviously recognized the child who had become famous recently.

William looked at him without any retardation.

Draco's hands trembled unnaturally, and seeing the boy made him recall something bad.

He licked his dry lips and took a few steps back. It was a nightmare... He never ate ice cream again since that time.

Lucius glanced at William, then looked at his parents, Hermione's parents and others, undoubtedly Muggles.

William slid across his wand. If Lucius dared to say some insulting words, he would definitely teach the other party a lesson in public without any hesitation.

Under the eyes of the Minister of Magic, Malfoy said nothing out of line. He snorted at Weasley sarcastically, turned around and pulled Decora towards his seat.

"Child, relax," Fudge laughed, "I think the medal winners Lucius will know from now on can invite fourteen people."

"I wonder who will you invite when you receive the Merlin Order?" said a wide, short and fat woman to the left of Fudge.

The woman had a wide, loose face, and a small black velvet bow on her short curly hair. Her voice was sharp and she sounded like a little girl.

"What?" Fudge didn't seem to hear clearly, and he looked at the woman, "What did you just say?"

"I said, Minister, you will definitely receive a Merlin Medal, which is only a few years." The woman said in a sweet and greasy voice.

Fuji was shocked, as if he had seen this woman for the first time.

"Sorry, you are..."

"Dolores Umbridge, Mr. Minister." Umbridge's face was filled with a smile.

"Oh, I remember, last year you asked me to promote some books, I remember! I transferred you into the Auror office..."

The smile on Umbridge's face was a little stiff. It was obvious that her strength did not meet the selection criteria of Auror. She originally wanted to go in and plaster her with a little gilding, but this privileged airdrop made her in a bad situation.

After all, Rufus Sclinger, director of the Aurors office, is not a good boss.

"You just said I would receive the Merlin Medal?" Fudge asked with interest: "Why do you say that?"

Umbridge showed the shy gesture of the little woman, and she complimented: "Under your leadership, the Ministry of Magic has flourished and captured Tywin, the damn Death Eater, and the invention of the potion like Wolf Poison... You should get a medal in recognition of your contribution.

I think Merlin's first-class medal is very suitable."

Umbridge's eyes flashed through the perfect worship.

Fudge was obviously still a little conscientious, so he waved his hand and said, "No, I can't... Albus defeated Grindelwald in 1945 and received a first-class medal... I'm far from it."

William looked at Umbridge meaningfully. This person seemed to be promoted. He could help the minister make money and speak so nicely.

Sure enough, Fudge thought for a moment and said, "Do you Umbridge? I remember you. Go back and I will check your inspection form. If you are not suitable for Auror, I will transfer you away."

"Thank you, Minister." Umbridge's voice became gentler.

Just then, the members of Wiesengamor came.

They sat down on the chairs, and there were about fifty people who could see, wearing purple-red robes, with a delicate silver "" embroidered on their left front chest.

Dumbledore strode over, wearing a black and blue robe with a very happy expression on his face.

He walked to the front desk, raised his head, and looked at everyone through the half-moon glasses mounted on the bridge of the hooked nose. His long silver beard and hair shone under the torch.

Dumbledore was dressed so gorgeously, he wore a huge gem on his hand, and the number of which could be connected around four fingers in large tandem. The dazzling light emitted from it was enough to make Thanos take off his gloves in shame.

The members of Wiesengamor were whispering in a low voice.

All eyes were on Dumbledore, and the two older witches sitting in the back row stood up and waved, seemingly a loyal fan of him.

The noise in the hall was over and the medals were finally about to begin to be issued.

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Chapter completed!