Vol 2 Chapter 179: Instructions from the Minister of Magic

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　　 "Yes," Fudge said irritably, "Well, the Cavaliers bus took Harry here. I'm very happy, but he and I must go to the Broken Cauldron now..."
　　
　　 Fudge increased the pressure on Harry's shoulders, and Harry found himself being pushed into this small bar. A man with his back bent and a lantern in his hand appeared in the doorway behind the bar.
　　
　　 Fanlin looked at the sudden Minister of Magic warily. He knew that Animagus was not easy to detect, as long as he behaved like an animal.
　　
　　 Fanlin had to climb Harry's shoulders, and he went around Harry's neck, looking very panicked.
　　
　　 This is Tom, a wrinkled and toothless boss. "You found him, Minister!" Tom said, "What do you want to drink? Beer? Brandy?"
　　
　　 "Maybe a pot of tea." Fudge said, still not letting go of Harry. There was a sound of dragging and blowing behind them, and Sampark and Earne appeared, carrying Harry's suitcase and Hedwig's cage, and they looked around excitedly.
　　
"Why don't you tell us that you are Harry Potter, Neville?" Sampark said, smiling at Harry while Erne's owl-like face was on Stan's shoulder. Staring with interest.
　　
　　 "I want a private room, Tom." Fudge said flatly.
　　
　　 "Goodbye." Harry said pathetically to Stan and Earne, when Tom motioned to Fudge to leave the bar and go to the aisle.
　　
　　 "Goodbye, Neville!" Sampark called. Fudge forced Harry to follow Tom's lantern along the narrow passage, and then they walked into a small lounge.
　　
　　 Tom flicked his finger, and a fire started in the fireplace; he bowed and left. "Sit down, Harry," Fudge said, pointing to a chair by the fire. Harry sat down.
　　
　　 Despite the fire, he still felt goose bumps on his arm. Fudge took off his pinstripe robe and threw it aside, then quickly pulled up the pants of his dark green suit and sat down opposite Harry. "I'm Cornelius Fudge, Harry. The Minister of Magic." Of course Harry knew it; he had met Fudge once before, but at that time he was wearing his father's invisibility cloak and he couldn't let Fudge know about it.
　　
　　 Fanlin was just lying on his stomach. He wanted to see if the British Minister of Magic was really as confused as he remembered...
　　
　　 Tom, the bar owner, showed up again, put an apron on the outside of his pajamas, and brought tea and pancakes on a tray.
　　
　　 He put the tray on the table between Fudge and Harry, left the lounge, and closed the door.
　　
"Well, Harry," Fudge said, pouring the tea out, "I'm not afraid you know, you made us panic. Run out of your aunt and uncle's house like this! I thought...but you didn't This is what matters." Fudge buttered his pancakes and pushed the plate towards Harry.
　　
"Eat, Harry, you look lifeless. Now... you will be happy to hear how we solved Miss Maggie's unfortunate blowup. A few hours ago, two members of the incident reversal department I was ordered to Privet Drive. Miss Maggie recovered, and her memory has been adjusted. She doesn't remember it anymore. That's how it happened. No harm was caused."
　　
　　 Fudge smiled at Harry from the edge of his teacup, like an uncle watching his beloved nephew.
　　
　　 Harry didn't believe his ears, opened his mouth to speak, and couldn't figure out what to say, so he closed his mouth.
　　
　　 "Where did you spend the remaining two weeks of vacation. I suggest you open a room in the Broken Cauldron Bar and..."
　　
　　 "Wait a minute..." Harry was a little hastily, which scared Fanlin, "My punishment, I mean, this thing is like this..."
　　
　　 "Punishment?"
　　
　　 "Yes," Harry said, "I violated the law restricting the use of magic by minors..."
　　
　　 Fanlin curled his lips. This decree is useless. Many pure-blood wizard families don’t care about this poor decree. Of course, you can’t use a magic wand to cast spells in front of Muggles, and Harry...
　　
　　 Fanlin suddenly thought why Harry was always found, not only Dumbledore, but also the Ministry of Magic sent people to monitor Harry, which is why Sirius was discovered so quickly.
　　
　　 Thinking of this, Fanlin's body is a little stiff, I hope the Ministry of Magic won't care about an ordinary ferret...
　　
　　 "Oh, dear boy, we won't punish you for such a trivial matter!" Fugu was anxious and waved his pancake impatiently.
　　
　　 "That was an accident! We won't send aunts to Azkaban just for people to blow up!" But these words were completely incompatible with Harry's past dealings with the Ministry of Magic.
　　
　　 Fanlin curled his lips secretly. They just watched Harry, and it was more because of Sirius's escape. They didn't want Harry to participate in this matter.
　　
　　 "Last year, just because the house elf in my uncle's house broke a piece of pudding, I received an official warning!" Harry frowned. "The Ministry said that if any magic is performed there again, Hogwarts will fire me!"
　　
　　 Unless Harry's eyes lied to him, because Fudge suddenly appeared embarrassed.
　　
　　 "The situation often changes, Harry... In the current situation... What we have to consider is... You certainly don't want to be fired?"
　　
　　 "Of course not." Harry said.
　　
　　 "Well, what are you panicking?" Fudge laughed easily. "Here, here is a piece of pancake, Harry, let me find Tom to get you a house."
　　
　　 After speaking, Fudge walked out, and Fanlin was squatting on Harry's lap. He couldn't leave now.
　　
　　 After a while, Fudge returned to normal, and he arranged for Harry to go to room eleven.
　　
"Room eleven is empty, Harry," Fudge said, "I think you will be very comfortable living there. There is only one thing about UU reading www.uukanshu.com, and I think you will understand: you Don’t go to Muggle London, okay? Just stay in Diagon Alley and don’t go out, and you have to come back every day before dark. You know why. Tom will watch you for me."
　　
　　 "Okay," Harry said slowly, "but, why is this?"
　　
　　 "I don't want to lose you again, do we want to?" Fudge laughed, "No, no... we better know where you are... I mean..."
　　
　　 Fudge cleared his throat loudly and picked up his pinstripe robe.
　　
　　 "Well, I'm leaving now, I'm busy, you know."
　　
　　 "Do you have any news about Sirius Black?" Harry asked suddenly, and Fanlin was also very concerned about this issue.
　　
　　 Fudge's fingers slipped on the silver buckle of the robe.
　　
"What do you mean? Oh, you heard—well, no, not yet, but it’s just a question of time. Azkaban’s guards have never failed... They are so annoyed this time. It's great every time I know it." Fudge shivered a little.
　　
　　 "Well, Harry...the Ministry of Magic still has a job, I think I have to leave." Fudge said embarrassedly, "Tom!"
　　
　　 Fudge waved his hand, he motioned to Tom to take Harry away quickly, and then he hurried out himself.
　　
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