The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Not only Fudge, Amelia was also confused.

None of the dozen names that Tonks read out next were recommended by the two of them.

And without exception, they were all the same person!

Fudge looked at the crowd with a dull face.

I told you to choose whatever you want, but you really chose!

Do you have any emotional intelligence?

Can you take the leader's words seriously?

"Alan Mitchell!"

"Alan Mitchell!"

"Alan Mitchell!"

As the number of notes on the table decreased, Fudge and Amelia's faces became more and more wrong.

"Alan Mitchell!"

After reading the last note, Tonks didn't want to get involved in these things anymore, and immediately got into the crowd.

Umbridge hesitated and looked at Fudge, then picked up the parchment recording the number of votes not far away.

"Nepal Bulstrode, eight votes."

"Sean Scott, six votes."

"Taylor Kenneth, one vote."

"Alan Mitchell, twenty-one votes."

"Minister... this..."

"Should we re-elect..."

When Fudge heard this, he wanted to rush up and slap Umbridge twice!

Stupid, is this something you can say!

Even if I want to re-elect, I can't say it openly!

What do you think others will think?

Not to mention Amelia is here!

Amelia almost couldn't help laughing when she heard this.

Her tone was full of sarcasm.

"Minister is really fair and just!"

"Why don't you just appoint whoever you think is suitable? Why vote?"

"Anyway, as long as it's not the candidate in your mind, you have to start over again!"

Bullshit! If you said this earlier, would you still need to vote here!

You said all the good things!

You are both a jerk and a jerk!

Fudge's eyes were as big as cow's, but he could only sulk.

He glared at Umbridge fiercely, then scanned the crowd, trying to find Alan Mitchell who had taken his position.

"As the Minister of Magic, I certainly won't do such a shameless thing!"

"Who is Alan Mitchell? Come out and let me see!"

A chestnut-haired man walked out of the crowd and bowed to Fudge and Amelia.

"Minister, Director Bones, hello."

"I am Alan Mitchell."

"You..." Fudge looked at the man in front of him and fell into hesitation.

He looked at this man and felt a little familiar, but he couldn't tell where he had seen him.

At this time, it was the turn of the senior lackey Umbridge to come forward.

"Minister, Mr. Mitchell joined the Auror Department half a year ago."

He leaned close to Fudge's ear and whispered.

"He's one of ours! When you were selecting people, his name was also among them."

"It's just that you thought he was too inexperienced and couldn't convince the public even if he became the director, so you didn't include him in the list."

Fudge was immediately alert when he heard this.

He had originally prepared for the worst-case scenario of sending someone to contact Alan Mitchell later, or even for the latter to defect to Amelia.

Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better!

After stumbling around, it was still one of our own who became the Auror Director!

He coughed a few times and looked at Alan Mitchell with a little more eagerness.

"Mr. Mitchell, you don't have to be so polite."

"Since the Aurors have chosen you, you are the new Auror Director."

"Manage the Auror Command well!"

"Hahaha..."

Amelia's face was as black as charcoal.

She stared at Alan Mitchell coldly.

"Congratulations, the new Auror Director!"

Alan Mitchell smiled faintly and bowed politely.

This also made Fudge even more proud.

"Director Bones, the head of the Auror Department has been selected. I think we should let them continue to perform their duties."

"There are a lot of things that have been piled up during this period. Let's not waste any more time."

Amelia snorted coldly, turned around and left the Auror office.

Fudge walked to Alan Mitchell and patted his shoulder earnestly.

"From now on, the position of head of Auror will be yours."

"Don't do the same thing as Scrimgeour and do something that is not worthy of being on the table!"

How could Alan Mitchell not hear the meaning of Fudge's words.

On the surface, it is to let himself not make the same mistake as Scrimgeour.

In fact, it is to point out to himself!

Obey his orders, don't be like Scrimgeour and hold the troops to yourself!

"Minister, with you leading the Auror Command, it is naturally impossible for someone like Scrimgeour to abuse his power!"

Fudge smiled with wrinkles on his face after getting a satisfactory answer.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, the Auror Director will never be your end!"

"Work hard, you will have a bright future!"

"If you have any problem, just find Umbridge, she will help you!"

Umbridge smiled sweetly.

To be honest, she didn't like this chestnut-haired man.

With him around, her position in Fudge's heart would be greatly reduced.

But she also knew that the other party was in the limelight now, and Fudge would never allow herself to trip him up.

She could only put up with herself first.

After Fudge left, Alan Mitchell immediately began to check the files of the Auror Command.

And secretly passed all the information to Argus's manor.

...

That night, Argus learned everything that happened in the Ministry of Magic,

"With the position of Director of the Auror Department, it will be much easier to insert people into the Ministry of Magic later."

"Based on the Auror Department, slowly spread to the entire Ministry of Magic..."

He looked at a series of intelligence from Alan Mitchell and murmured in a low voice.

"Werewolf...disappeared in the Albanian forest...detection of dark magic items..."

"If I remember correctly, Voldemort is still half dead in the Albanian forest. It is estimated that the missing wizards are related to him."

"The detection of dark magic items supervised by the Aurors was the beginning of Lucius taking out the diary."

"Some dark magic items were put in Borgin and Burke's for sale, and the diary was thrown to Ginny."

Agus wanted to get the diary before Lucius threw it to Ginny.

But then he thought, with Lucius's cautious character, Voldemort would not give him the things he gave him directly.

No matter how talented he is, the restriction of age is here.

Lucius will not put all the treasures on this child.

"Lucius didn't know that this diary was Voldemort's Horcrux, otherwise he wouldn't have thrown it out."

"This is a good opportunity, a good opportunity to completely tear the Malfoy family off Voldemort's ship..."

"If Lucius knew that what he threw was Voldemort's Horcrux, he wouldn't have to do it himself, he would have taken the initiative to seek protection!"

"Voldemort was resurrected during the Triwizard Tournament. I need to show enough strength during this period to truly gain the surrender of the Malfoy family."

"Take this opportunity to get Slytherin's pendant first, that's the right way..."