r18novel Chapter 137 Threat
Chapter 137 Threat
Chapter 137 Threat
Rufus Scrimgeour had no intention of paying any attention to this so-called Deputy Minister of Magic, who had risen to his position through flattery and praise.
He just snorted and stared intently at Fudge.
"—I understand. Find the person who sent the letter, and clean this place up. You can manage that, right?" Fudge's eyes blazed with anger, but he couldn't say anything more.
"I'm sorry, Minister, I can't do it." Scrimgeour scored his third goal.
However, this time he offered an explanation to avoid upsetting Fudge to the point of having a stroke: "Clean up the Ministry of Magic's environment."
This is not the responsibility of the Auror Office; the Galleons my Aurors received do not support them doing such a thing.
"Furthermore, many letter senders have already chosen to sign their names. Minister, you can simply talk to these people who have already signed their names; there's no need to pursue those who are afraid to sign or unwilling to sign their names."
He certainly knew why Fudge had requested the list of people to send the letters at what time.
Because Fudge can only afford to offend those who dare not or are unwilling to sign their names. These people are clearly without background or power, and out of fear, they dare not sign their names even when following the trend of writing letters to the government.
Those who actually dare to sign their names and slap such letters in his face are naturally fearless.
He's someone you can't afford to offend.
Therefore, he can only hope to strike at the weaker ones, thereby using their cries of despair to consolidate his throne of power.
Before entering, Scrimgeour had deliberately carried several signed envelopes in his hand, which he now placed on Fudge's table.
As for why he was able to accurately pick out envelopes with signatures, that remains a mystery.
"Minister, these are the names of several letter senders. You can take a look. Then, it is reasonable and compliant for the Minister of Magic to have certain conversations with wizards within the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic."
Scringer thoughtfully opened the envelopes and placed them one by one in front of Fudge, even pointing out the signatures on the letters.
With someone's face down, Fudge couldn't pretend he wasn't there: "Ral Avery, Odysseus Montoya, Fink Shaw, Logan Mason—"
"These are all new recruits who have joined the Ministry of Magic over the past few years. These people have truly let me down! I promoted them one by one, placing them in important positions to hone their skills, and they just—"
"Damn Ryan! Damn Ryan's faction officials!"
As Scrimgeour unpacked the letters, he said, "It's not just these young people; there are several other letters here, one of which is signed Arthur Weasley."
He held the letter up to Fudge: "This middle-aged wizard also expressed his bewilderment at some of the ministerial decrees."
"Arthur? He's in the Muggle Prohibition Department now? What a tiny place!" Fudge's face froze with anger. He was completely shocked that such a lowly official would dare to follow suit and submit a petition to him!
"Umbridge, call this guy over here and ask him if he wants to quit!" He waved his hand, finally finding someone he could bully.
Umbridge answered repeatedly, and in her high heels, with a swaying, awkward posture, she was about to leave.
Just then, Scrimgeour said, seemingly casually, "Minister, I think it's necessary to remind you that Arthur Weasley is a founding member of the Order of the Phoenix, which was established by Mr. Dumbledore."
Dumbledore!
The Order of the Phoenix!
These two words slammed into Fudge's head like a sledgehammer.
They beat him so badly that he could neither speak nor see.
Umbridge, however, didn't react as strongly: "What about Dumbledore? What about the Order of the Phoenix! Without the Minister of Magic's permission, everything is illegal and against the rules. It's good enough they're not thrown into Azkaban!"
Scrimgeour: "Minister, is she always this brave?"
He just couldn't understand where Umbridge got such confidence.
Larvin and others mobilized nearly 70% of the Ministry of Magic's staff, as well as people from all walks of life in the magical world connected through Ryan, to write letters, and it seems that Dumbledore was also behind it all.
Fudge is now facing opposition from the entire British magical community!
As a result, even though the situation has deteriorated to this extent, Umbridge still believes that as long as Fudge is the Minister of Magic and as long as Fudge has power, everyone should listen to him?
"Umbridge, wait a minute," Fudge called out to Umbridge, who had a natural fear of the name Dumbledore.
While fear cannot help people regain their rationality, it can help them recognize reality.
"Umbridge, go and tell Arthur Weasley—no, go and tell Arthur to come to my office. Remember, to come!"
"If Larvin and the others are at the Ministry of Magic today, please invite them over as well."
Fudge then issued another order.
Moreover, he spoke with righteous indignation, specifically emphasizing that it was a request, not the imprisonment that Umbridge had imagined.
"Okay, I understand, Minister." As a master of opportunism and a sycophantic favorite, Umbridge naturally knew what to do and wouldn't do anything unnecessary.
She first went to the Department of Prohibition of Muggle Items on the sixth floor, hoping to find Arthur Weasley or his contact information.
Meanwhile, in the Minister of Magic's office.
"Calm down." Scrimgeour sat down opposite Fudge.
"My mental state is much better than it was when I saw the banner this morning until now," Fudge said, sipping his tea.
"There are still some things I want to ask. Why did you decide to issue such a ministerial decree? And why didn't you consult with the heads of the seven divisions of the Ministry of Magic?" Scrimgeour asked. What he couldn't understand the most was why Fudge was so autocratic when issuing the ministerial decree, without even some of the part-time deputy ministers knowing about it.
"Nothing—" Fudge stammered.
Seeing this, Scrimgeour understood everything.
With the exception of a few ministers of magic who were completely sidelined by pure-blood families, most ministers of magic held a great deal of power within the ministry during their term.
Fudge was lucky; he was lucky because when he was running for minister, his opponent was embroiled in a huge scandal, which allowed him to win automatically.
Fudge was also unfortunate, because his term of office coincided with the most prestigious period of a powerful wizard, which destined him to be seen as nothing more than a mouthpiece and a puppet in the eyes of all wizards in the magical world.
However, if Chuanshengdong and Kuilei want to get rid of the status quo and use power tactics to gain power for themselves, they will inevitably do things that seem irrational to smart people.
"Minister, I must say you've made a grave mistake, and I believe it needs to be rectified." Scrimgeour's tone was calm and gentle, his words earnest, his heart set on Fudge. It was as if he himself wasn't among the most likely candidates to become the next Minister for Magic.
Before Fudge could speak, Umbridge stumbled in: "Something terrible has happened! Arthur Weasley isn't at the Ministry, and I can't contact him, nor can I contact Ralvin and the others! I've tried everything—communicators, owls, everything!"
Scrimgeour remained expressionless, but inwardly he thought to himself, "As expected." Upon learning of what had happened that day, his first question to his young Auror was: "What kind of person is Ralvin?"
Therefore, he was absolutely certain that putting up banners and writing letters were not the real methods Larvin used; they were merely an appetizer.
Scrinker became curious about what they really wanted to do.