Chapter 103: Dementor's Rebellion

As usual, Fudge suffered from insomnia again. ?Eight?One Chinese?≤≤≤≤＝≈≈≠≥
Sitting up from the large wooden bed, Fudge felt that he was no longer able to sleep. These days, he was exhausted to the extreme. After waking up, he could only stare at the empty bedside.
He felt that he could get up for official duties. In fact, he felt that as the Minister of Magic, he had more diligence than his predecessor, and he spent more time on his career than his predecessor. Of course, there is a possibility that he is not willing to admit that he is too incompetent, which is the biggest reason why he needs to use his leisure for work.
Now he has to shave his beard first. These days he is like a firefighter in a Muggle world to fight fire everywhere, and he has no time to take care of his image. Not long ago, Dumbledore, as the principal rather than a private official, raised another protest against the dementors he placed in the school.
The Dementors also said that they had suffered a brutal killing at Hogwarts, and if they could not get an explanation for them, they would not compromise the threat.
He did not wake up his wife, crept off the bed and put on his slippers, crossed the corridor and walked to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, he looked at himself carefully. He was no longer young. The affairs of the past few days made him much whiter. It was no longer the pure gray before. The deep sunken sockets and some bloodshot eyes. It shows that his sleep quality is not good, and there is a slightly bulging belly. He likes to exercise on weekdays, but since that Black escape, his free time has been lost and everything has changed. Azkaban’s The question of defense was questioned, the Dementors troubled him everywhere, and even caused Dumbledore’s head, and his authority began to be questioned (in fact, it did not exist very much), and he was troubled everywhere. thing.
He is now hesitant about which side Dumbledore and the Dementor should be tougher on, and which side is slightly better.
Speaking from the heart, he didn't want to be soft with Dumbledore. When he came to power, he really did not have much confidence in his ability, so he often consulted Dumbledore, but after staying in this ministerial seat for a long time, confidence is also slow. Slowly growing. He still consulted Dumbledore, but the frequency was slowly decreasing, and he believed that he was capable of being the minister. He was obsessed with the feeling of being a Minister of Magic and everything that this position brought him.
Going to Dumbledore again, it always gives Fudge a feeling of inferiority, just like returning to the student era, he is a student himself, and Dumbledore is a teacher.
This contrast made him very resistant to sitting high.
In contrast, this group of dementors is much easier to manage. In this group of monsters, he can really feel the superiority of his IQ.
"Bang bang." The sound of impacts from the glass windows in the bathroom annoyed him, and he walked over to find that it was an owl before doing anything.
How long has it been since he became the Minister that he has not used owls anymore?
Although he invested in the camp of the pure-blood family in order to get better support, he has to say that he thinks that Muggle things are still very useful, and the electric light phone is very convenient. Who gave him this suggestion? Coming?
Was it the Lucie's kid? Last time I was bleeding a lot, and Fudge was very impressed by the boy.
His thoughts turned quickly, and he was not idle. He walked over and opened the window. He thought that if it was a praise letter written by his admirer, he would forgive the sender.
Unfortunately, after reading the letter, he immediately fell on the floor of the bathroom, his eyes were black for a while, but he did not faint immediately. Reason told him that if he fainted now, his political career would be completely over. .
In fact, it is almost the same now.
The letter was written by his subordinates, first elaborating on the reason why the owl was used-because the phone was in arrears because of the inability to connect, and in order to show the urgency of the incident, it could only be rushed to his home with owl and manpower Coming, whichever came first and who was notified, there was almost no time before he heard the knocks outside the house.
But now his legs are a little soft, and even the strength to stand up is gone.
The main thrust of the letter can be summed up in one sentence: "The collective strike of the dementors disappeared, and Azkaban fell into chaos." The news was like a sap knocking him out.
"How dare they, those inferior creatures! How dare!" He screamed, his eyes red, his blue muscles exposed, and the gentleness and demeanor displayed for the masses had long been thrown out of Jiuxiaoyun. .
"There is still a chance, there is a chance, as long as that person arrives in time, I still have a chance." Suddenly he seemed to have found another life-saving straw, whispered to himself, and the strength on his legs seemed to come back. Then, he stood up and tried his best to move towards the gate step by step.
Dumbledore is now his only hope!
If he now knows that the only hope in his heart is one of the initiators of this matter, he does not know what he will feel.
Time went back a few hours ago.
After expelling and destroying the dementors who forcibly broke into Hogwarts, Dumbledore immediately returned to his office, arbitrarily pulled a feather pen from the pen box, and began to sand on a piece of parchment. Shasha wrote it, frowning from time to time, and occasionally pushing his own pair of glasses. For an elderly person, sitting and writing for a long time is not a simple job. After a long time, he only Putting down the pen, looking at the slender, encircling swashes on the parchment, he let out a long breath.
Dumbledore himself is not keen on rights, at least for now, so he does not like to spend time on some unnecessary "courtesy".
Dumbledore prefers "knee-length talks", UU reading www.uukanshu.com but Fudge seems to hate this kind of communication 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 fame and aura, but also shackles and restrictions.
He couldn't do whatever he wanted, and even this kind of communication had to be formally written.
In fact, he really hopes to wipe out all the dementors. In his view, this creature is useless, but if he really does, Foggy will have more disputes there.
"Hey, is your head hurting again? You will always tease your bird every time you encounter a problem." The portrait on the wall twitched his lips and his voice was somber and hoarse. He was Sirius Black 'S great-great-grandfather, who once served as the principal of Hogwarts.
"Correct, this is a phoenix," Dumbledore explained solemnly, pacing around the desk to the perch, then his eyebrows were stretched, and his long arms were stretched out. After a little activity, he took out his wand and summoned a gorgeous flame at the tip of the wand. (To be continued.)