Returning to the Gringott Hall again, William saw an unexpected man, Minister Fuji.

He was sitting on the sofa in the hall, chatting with Hermione and Anne.

William frowned, how could he be here?

It is absolutely impossible to be a coincidence. William specially chose the meal time to come to Guling Pavilion to avoid a large number of people.

And there were a few Aurors at the door, and the minister obviously came to block them.

Has the incident of the kidnapping of the Dementor been revealed?

Hermione glanced at William from a distance and gave him a look of peace of mind. The girl probably had some words just now.

After William approached, Forge stood up and kissed the elders in a passionate tone, and rebuked: "William, don't you tell me if you go back to England?"

"It's not a big deal, Mr. Minister." William said with a smile.

"Of course it's a big deal. You did such an amazing thing in France... I just talked to Hermione, tsk... it's really interesting." Fudge smiled.

"Let's go, let's change to a more comfortable place. Gringott is not a good place to talk." Fudge blinked and whispered, "This group of damn misers won't like us!"

The group walked through Diagon Alley and came to the Broken Cauldron Bar.

Bar owner Tom immediately appeared, bent his back, lifting his wrinkled and teethless face, showing a flattering smile.

William realized now that Tom could survive until now is a medical miracle! With the same name as the Dark Lord, isn’t this seeking death?

Could it be that Old Tom is also a great wizard at Dumbledore level, but he is just keeping a low profile?!

The wizards around saw William and Hermione and immediately buzzed excitedly. Someone even rushed up to shake hands.

The Aurors immediately stopped the group of wizards who were invisible and posed as bodyguards. If they were wearing suits, they would look even more like wearing sunglasses.

As we all know, the Aurors' duty is not to arrest criminals, but to be personal bodyguards!

"I want a private room, Tom. The kind that no one disturbs me." Fudge said bluntly.

"Okay, Minister!" said Tom, "What are you going to drink? Beer? Brandy?"

"Come a little pot of tea," said Fudge. "It was made by eight potion masters, and I've been fascinated by this recently."

Tom took a few people and walked forward along the narrow passage, and then they walked into a small cereal seat. Tom bounced his finger and a fire broke out in the fireplace; he bowed and left.

Several Aurors were guarding the door.

"Sit down, you three little guys." Fudge pointed to the three chairs beside the stove.

Forge took off his pinstripe robe, threw it aside, and sat down opposite the three.

Bar owner Tom appeared again and used a tray to bring exquisite small cans of tea and toasted gluten.

He put the tray on the table, left the seat, and brought the door casually.

"Come on, try it. Have you had dinner?" Fudge said, pouring out the tea.

The three of them nodded, and did not move the charred gluten.

"I'm so busy that I haven't eaten yet. I'm not afraid you know that the Ministry of Magic has been doing something in a mess recently."

Faugi sighed, buttering his toast gluten, adding tomato sauce, and burgers. It's a bit like the old secret burger.

William felt nauseous when he saw it. He regretted eating so much supper.

"Blake escaped, Quidditch's World Cup venue construction, Dementors disappeared... Oh, it was a disaster!

This year is definitely the most difficult year in history.” Fudge bit off the burger.

"Fortunately, Arya's crazy woman did not attack London, and chose Paris." The minister gloated.

William just listened, waiting for Fudge to get into the subject.

"Tell me about Paris, William?" Foggy didn't go around too much.

"Mr. Scarmand was arrested, and Clicar then issued a national wanted order for you... Dumbledore came to me and asked me to negotiate with the French Ministry of Magic.

It's impossible...it's impossible just as Clicang said, you can cooperate with him tacitly..." Fudge said keenly.

"I wonder if there is any hidden truth in it?"

"Mr. Minister, what do you mean...I don't understand?" William pretended to be puzzled.

"Child, the French Ministry of Magic is using you." Fauci looked angry.

"France caught the wrong person, you saved Paris with great mercy, and they used you to maintain the reputation of the Ministry of Magic. I have never seen such a shameless guy!

You should stand up and expose them bravely." Foggy encouraged.

William sighed slightly, this is a typical example of watching the fun without much trouble.

Treating William as a tool man and letting him charge into battle to reveal the bad news about the French Ministry of Magic will definitely shift everyone's attention from Black.

Take another opportunity to stir up a wave of national sentiment...Fuji is old Trump.

"But! I don't think what we do in France is important." Hermione couldn't help but say. "That's over, and catching Black is the most important thing now."

Fudge squinted at Hermione. "Are you blaming the Ministry of Magic, kid?"

Hermione held William's hand and felt the temperature of the boy's palm. After a while, the girl's hand stopped shaking. She mustered up the courage, looked directly at the Minister of Magic and said loudly:

"Yes, I am indeed accusing the Ministry of Magic of inaction. You shouldn't waste your time exploring the truth in Paris or reporting on my relationship with William!"

William immediately nodded in agreement and expressed his attitude. If he said it in words, it would probably be: "I'm the same!"

"You two are still young and don't understand. Of course this matter is important."

Fudge didn't care about Hermione's rudeness. He was asking for help now, so he was qualified to get angry.

"We disappeared in France a dementor...you know?"

"Yes, of course we know that the Dementors attacked us!" Hermione said without hesitation.

"Oh, what, bad..." Forge panicked, "I don't know this... Dementors didn't say... They just said they were driven away by the French Aurors..."

Fudge really didn't seem to know, and his face was panicked.

After a while, he loosened his collar and said hard: "I will ask about this matter.

But this confirms my guess.

Let me tell you the truth, the dementor is gentle like a puppy, never attacks the wizards on his own initiative.”

William nodded slightly, and he could testify that the Dementor was indeed gentle, just like Anne's big black dog.

Fudge nodded when he saw William nodding and smiled comfortably: "So how coincidental is that the dementors attack you? It must be the intentional guidance of the French Ministry of Magic.

They took the opportunity to capture the Dementor and then revealed the news to Rita that dead woman...scheming!"

Hermione held William's hand tightly, and William also coughed gently, trying not to show any abnormalities.

In fact, it was William who broke the news to Rita, and it was him who caught the Dementor.

Foggy stubbornly recognized France. What could William say? Can you tell Foggy that he did it?

Of course William wasn't that stupid, so he had to echo with "Yeah, yeah".

Fudge seemed to be getting more angry as he spoke. He pinched the burger in his hand and splashed the butter all over him.

"Why didn't Black flee to other countries, but wanted to go to France... The French Ministry of Magic is providing Black with political asylum!

The whole thing is all about the French Ministry of Magic behind the scenes!”

Foggy continued: "What I stared at Paris is to expose the dark side of the French Ministry of Magic and put pressure on them so that they would compromise and hand over Black!

It's that simple!"

“…”

There is no one else in this brain-stimulating ability. If William hadn't experienced the whole thing, he would have been fooled by Foggy's words.

"Why does the French Ministry of Magic do this?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"Why? We are going to hold the Quidditch World Cup next year. We have huge investments, bets on our country's destiny.

The French Ministry of Magic wants to destroy us, so it is best to let Quidditch cancel it!" Fauci said angrily.

"Aren't we and France friendly countries?" Anne asked in confusion.

"The Muggle Government signed the European Union Treaty two years ago, and the EU will come into effect in November this year..."

"Yeah, yeah... The Muggle government has joined the EU." Fudge smiled disdainfully, "because we can make it a mess when we go in.

Let me put it this way, kids, whether it is the Muggle government or the Ministry of Magic, our foreign policy has been the same goal for the past five hundred years to create a split Europe!

We provoke the Germans to fight against the French, the French to fight against the Italians, and the Italians to fight against the Dutch.

We are doing regional blackmail, making breasts, cursing German sticks, and spraying Supplement... Cough cough, in short, there is no good wizard in France!"

“…”

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Chapter completed!