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Chapter 136 "Fuji"?
Chapter 136 "Fuji"?
It's a pity that burning paper money isn't common in England; otherwise, the envelopes flying everywhere could be seen as yellow paper ash turning to dust in the wind, creating a unique scene.
Fuji was not fond of fine things and had no interest in appreciating the scenery. His gloomy face was even worse than that of a worker who knew he had worked overtime for a month without pay.
His lips were trembling; he was angry.
"Someone, someone come quick!" Umbridge rushed to the door to call for help, because seeing Fudge's twitching and pale face, he seriously suspected that Fudge might just collapse at any moment.
At the entrance, the crowd consisted of both former Ministry of Magic employees and wizards who had come to conduct business. Each person held an envelope, eager to see what was written inside.
"It's really strange! Why did Minister Fookie go crazy without even seeing the details?"
"What else could it be? He must be feeling guilty. He did it, so he must know how others will criticize him."
"Putting everything else aside, just look at these two banners. They were clearly fixed there with magic. This means that Fudge must have done something that angered both heaven and man. Just think about the ministerial order he issued—heh."
The entire British wizarding world can be seen as a large Hogwarts, because every wizard has gone through the age of a junior wizard, and every junior wizard must enroll.
Therefore, both the wizards who received support from the Ministry of Magic and those who came to handle matters were generally dissatisfied with Fudge's policies, because they longed for the carefree childhood represented by Hogwarts more than the Ministry of Magic, which meant a life of hard work for adults.
Especially under the Ministry of Magic's management, there are still many wizards struggling to live below the poverty line!
The British magical community only has a few thousand people! The Ministry of Magic can't even handle such a small matter!
This only shows that Fudge was incompetent and derelict in his duties, that Fudge was greedy for the law, and that he was committed to stealing.
Someone opened the envelope and read aloud: "Dear Minister Cornelius Fudge: I hope you are not doing well when this letter arrives. In light of our shared time as colleagues, I write these words with just the right amount of respect and loyalty. Your contributions to the Ministry of Magic over the past two years are beyond recognition, and your unwavering commitment to maintaining public stability in the wizarding world has been a topic of conversation for all of us."
"I know that your obsession with power, your loyalty, your love and your greed are irreplaceable. But unfortunately, the Ministry of Magic needs a true minister, not a parasite obsessed with power."
"Especially after you issued a number of irrational ministerial decrees that undermined what you considered the instability of magic, everyone's disgust for you reached its peak."
"At this critical juncture, for the sake of the magical world, we urge you to resign from your position as minister and choose a more capable successor. This suggestion, besides addressing the question of your personal abilities, also reflects a broader perspective, and we hope you will prioritize the greater good."
"A Ministry of Magic employee with a strong sense of justice."
Because this person was reciting so loudly, the entire corridor on this floor could hear it clearly, including Fudge, who was burying his head in the sand.
At this point, some people opened their letters, glanced at them briefly, and then read the entire text.
With someone taking the lead, everyone present began to open them. These letters, falling like snowflakes, came from all walks of life: Ministry of Magic employees, ordinary wizards, and even a few pure-blood families who chose to sign their names!
This means that even Fudge's powerful backers have given up on supporting him!
The series of blows silenced the office; even the heavy breathing that had started gradually subsided.
And from some point onward, the corridor became so quiet that only the person reading the letter aloud could be heard. Everyone else listened intently, unwilling to make a sound to disturb the peace.
In such an environment, even Fudge wouldn't dare to say with a sullen face that it's too windy to hear.
"Help! Is anyone there? The minister has fainted!" Umbridge broke the silence.
"I think Mr. Fudge needs to take clear-headed command now." Rufus Scringer stepped out from behind the crowd. He had arrived at the scene sometime earlier. His tone was impassioned, and his eyes shone with high morale and unyielding passion.
"At such a critical juncture, when the Minister needs to lead the magical world to new heights, he cannot fall."
"Let me wake up the minister!" Scrinker strode into the minister's office, where the sound of water splashing could be heard.
Amidst a cacophony of strange sounds, it seemed as if someone was slowly waking up.
Fudge's voice rang out: "You've come at the right time, Scrimgeour! Quickly arrange for someone to investigate, to investigate thoroughly! Have Deputy Minister Umbridge help you arrest everyone who wrote the letters!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, I can't do that."
"Why can't you do it? You're the Auror's Chief of Staff!"
"Actually, some of my Aurors also write letters," Rufus Scrimgeour explained to Fudge, revealing his predicament—he couldn't force his men to arrest him.
Fudge: "Your internal problems can wait. Go arrest the others first, including Ministry of Magic staff and other wizards outside the Ministry!"
"I'm sorry, Minister, I can't do it," Scrimgeour repeated.
Fudge was furious, his eyes wide like saucers as he stared at him. From the expression on his face, it was clear that he was angry, confused, and needed an explanation.
"That's right, Minister. There has never been any law in the wizarding world that states that expressing dissatisfaction with the Minister of Magic should result in being arrested and sent to Azkaban. Let alone Azkaban, even mobilizing an Auror to arrest him would be against the rules."
"Since the establishment of the Ministry of Magic, the only time it has been able to arrest wizards for making statements is when the Void was acting recklessly, so I don't understand what you mean, Minister?"
Scrimgeour declared that no one in the entire Ministry of Magic knew the Auror Code better than him, and that whatever he said was law.
Moreover, you, Lao Fu, actually want to emulate the story of the mysterious man and abolish the law to establish your own power. This is simply a stroke of good fortune. You must say a few more words about it so that I can take over!
"Oh my god! Mysterious man! Me?" Fudge was a bit incoherent, making random hand gestures, but they seemed to be meaningless movements coming from his subconscious.
"This is a very serious accusation! Rufus! What do you want to say!" Umbridge snapped out of her daze and realized that if she said a few more words, "Voge" would soon be sitting at the same table as Voldemort.