Hogwarts: The Dark Lord? No! Call Me Satan

Thursday morning

Ministry of Magic

basement one

minister's office

"Minister, I'm sorry to bother you at this time!"

"Here is a review application for the Order of Merlin, I would like you to have a look..."

There was a knock on the door.

An ugly middle-aged woman walked in from the outside.

A broad, flabby face, with a little black velvet bow in short curly hair.

She was also wearing a pink dress.

The fat body held the long skirt tight.

Not to mention how ridiculous it looks.

It was one of the henchmen of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Dolores Jane Umbridge.

Relying on his relationship with Fudge, he held an important position in the Ministry of Magic.

"Application for the Order of Merlin?"

Fudge put down the "Daily Prophet" in his hand, and the opened interface of the newspaper reported a piece of lace news.

When a sorcerer caught and raped his husband in a private meeting with a third party, he saw the right eye with the third party....

Then he was beaten by the other party's wife, another male wizard.

Coupled with a few moving pictures.

It has to be said that the "Daily Prophet" can become the best-selling newspaper in the British magic circle.

Still understand what readers like to read...

It's better than the horned snoring beast that is published every day in "The Quibbler".

"Heh, there are too many people who want to win this honor recently."

"What's the Ministry of Magic for?" Fudge snorted, and took the file from Umbridge's hand.

The other person's words directly brought back unpleasant memories of the last time he had to present Kyle with an honor.

After seeing the first paragraph of the document, he threw it aside angrily without even reading the rest of the content.

"This Kyle again?"

"Damn it, is it his family that owns Sir Merlin?"

"It's only been a few months since I got the second-class medal, and I actually submitted two applications in a row."

"Um, Mr. Minister, I think you'd better look at the reasons for his application..." Umbridge reminded in a low voice.

"Look? What's so interesting about this?"

"A magic scroll?"

"I just don't know what Dumbledore is thinking. Could it be that he is old and his head is full of slugs?"

"The magic scroll is obviously a tool used by that devil to make money!"

"Apart from increasing the workload of the Ministry of Magic, what contribution can it make to the magical world?"

As a result, it was fine if Umbridge didn't say it, and this remark aroused Fudge's full of resentment.

He can't imagine.

Before, Dumbledore actually tried to apply for a first-class medal of the Order of Merlin because of a "magic scroll".

"Then look..." Umbridge, who had already read the application, felt that something was wrong.

But I can't say anything...

"Okay, I get it, keep things!" Fudge waved his hand indifferently.

"Yes, Mr. Minister!"

Seeing this, Umbridge had no choice but to prepare to leave.

As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he saw a newly recruited young Auror preparing to run in with a panicked face.

It never occurred to him that the door would suddenly open.

With a terrified expression on their faces, the two wolves collided together.

The one-hundred-pound Auror was knocked several meters away by the two-hundred-pound Umbridge.

There was immediate commotion in the Ministry of Magic Back Office outside the Minister's Office.

"What's going on, it's so noisy!" In the office, Fudge frowned dissatisfiedly when he heard the movement outside.

"No, Mr. Minister!"

"We have just received news that your residence was attacked by several dark wizards, and Director Scrimgeour has chosen to lead someone there.

"He asked me to let you know!"

The young Auror at the door hurriedly got up from the ground and ran into Fudge's office in a panic.

"What? Was attacked by a dark wizard?"

Fudge stood up when he heard it.

"Yes, Mr. Minister!"

"That gang of black wizards seems to be targeting you specifically!"

"Come up and tear down your house!"

"Fortunately there were no other casualties!"

"fortunately?"

"Is it lucky to tear down my house?" Fudge was almost flooded with anger.

"Lawless, these people simply cannot be licked!"

"They don't care about the Ministry of Magic at all!"

The residence of Tangtang Minister of Magic was demolished by several dark wizards.

If this matter gets out...

Where is his old Fudge face?

This may be the most humiliating Minister of Magic ever.

"What do you Aurors do for food?"

"A few dark wizards were allowed to tear down the house of the Minister of Magic!" Fudge pointed at the young Auror and reprimanded him.

"I'm sorry, Mr Minister."

"You know, our Auror office has always had necessary security measures for you.

"But your home..." The young Auror lowered his head.

"By the way, Director Scrimgeour asked me to ask you before you came, have you offended anyone recently?"

"Who offended?"

This sentence directly caused Fudge to fall into deep thought.

He has wandered in Vanity Fair for many years, and he is extremely smooth.

Even the inner resistance and dislike of Dumbledore has never been shown in public.

return……………

etc!

Thinking about it, Fudge suddenly thought of a face that always had a smirk.

..........0

not someone else!

It was Kyle!

Think again of the application for the Order of Merlin, First Class, sent by Umbridge just now.

Good guy, case solved!

This time Fudge was really angry.

This is clearly a threat!

Threatened the Minister of Magic?

Is he really made of mud?

There is nothing in the British wizarding world that can deal with Kyle.

Are foreign ones okay?

"Lawless, simply lawless..."

As Fudge paced the office, planning what to do with Kyle.

Another Ministry worker entered the office.

Holding a thick pile of letters in his hand.

"Oh, good morning, Minister Fudge, what day is it today, and you have letters from many people.

"Look, these are yours..."

The staff spread a pile of letters on the desk.

Looks like there are hundreds of them!

"I know, just put it there."

Fudge waved his hand, how could he be in the mood to read the letter.

Signal the staff to put down the letter and go out quickly.

Fudge came to the table, was about to write a letter to his friends abroad, looking for some strong helpers.

Take down Kyle, the "blood demon of Knockturn Alley" in one fell swoop.

His eyes glanced over the stack of letters inadvertently, and then froze all of a sudden.

The letter at the top reads impressively.

Horace Slughorn!

Former Head of Slytherin and former Potions Professor.

A well-known master of potions.

...and....