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Chapter 511 Minister
Chapter 511 Minister
As night deepened and the moonlight grew fainter, a chilly wind, not typical of spring, swept through the vast manor, causing the trees in the courtyard to rustle softly.
In this somewhat desolate atmosphere, an unmarked carriage descended from the sky and slowly came to a stop at the main entrance of the courtyard, pulled by four black Thestrals.
"Clatter".
Two wizards dressed in black robes, their faces covered, jumped down from the carriage and slowly opened the door.
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The person who stepped out of the carriage was none other than Cornelius Fudge, who remained silent. He looked at the somewhat gloomy and enormous manor in front of him, took a deep breath, and then stepped onto the ground.
"Minister Fukichi." As Fukichi appeared, a middle-aged man with silver hair slowly walked out. He was dressed in a well-fitting suit, and his head was held high, making him appear somewhat arrogant.
"Mr. Malfoy." Upon seeing him, Fudge nodded slightly and extended his hand.
The two clasped hands lightly, exchanged glances, and then nodded gently.
Then they walked side by side into the manor.
"Minister Fudge, it's been a while. I wonder how you've been lately?" Lucius raised his cup of coffee slightly, taking a sip as he asked, "I've heard—you seem to be busy dealing with some—rumors that shouldn't be circulating in the wizarding world."
"Do you also think it's a rumor, Mr. Malfoy?" Fudge asked slowly.
"Of course," Lucius chuckled softly. "We all know he's dead, don't we?"
"How could there be a game where the dead could come back to life?" he said, glancing at the ring on Fudge's hand. "Unless he possesses the legendary resurrection stone."
"Unfortunately, it was just a fairy tale book."
Lucius's words softened Fudge's expression, and he nodded slightly, continuing the conversation: "If only everyone were as wise as you."
"We can't expect those people to do that," Lucius shrugged. "After all, that's what makes pure-blood wizards different—"
"They are loyal and reliable—unlike some people—who have forgotten where they came from." Lucius coughed as he spoke. "After all, the lower down you are—the more greedy you tend to be."
"They want what they couldn't have before."
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After a few seconds of silence, Fudge said, "Has Dumbledore come to speak with you?"
"No, of course not." Lucius shrugged. "Why would you think that, Minister Fudge?"
"I'm not close to him—in fact—we don't get along very well." He lowered his voice slightly. "He's a greedy man, and I don't think anyone likes a greedy person, right?"
"Even though he already has Hogwarts—and has become the headmaster, he still always thinks about getting what he shouldn't have."
"For example—" He stopped there, but his meaning was quite clear.
Fudge didn't speak, he just took a sip of his coffee.
"Minister Fudge—have you been wearing the ring I gave you before?" Lucius asked, slowly changing the subject.
"Of course." Fudge slightly revealed his right hand, on which was a square ring. "I am very grateful for your gift."
"You're welcome, Minister Fudge." Lucius smiled slightly. "As a pure-blood wizard, it's only natural to express gratitude to the current leader of the wizarding world."
"If it weren't for you and the Ministry of Magic—only Merlin knows what kind of trouble Dumbledore would have caused."
"—" Fudge fell silent again upon hearing Dumbledore's name. He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and pondered for a long time before finally speaking slowly, "Mr. Malfoy—"
"I want to know the Malfoy family's stance on this matter first."
"Attitude?" Lucius raised an eyebrow and said, "I think I've made myself quite clear, haven't I?"
"Minister Fudge—" he said, bowing slightly, "The wizarding world cannot afford to produce another person like Grindelwald."
"That should be our consensus, right?" he said, leaning back on the sofa. "We have to stop him."
"Stop him from stealing everything—through underhanded means."
"Then—" Fudge paused and asked, "what should we do next?"
"His power is too great—"
"No, no, no—" Lucius shook his head slightly and said, "Shouldn't we start step by step?"
"For example—start with the people around him." He closed his eyes slightly as he spoke: "I heard—a few days ago—something extraordinary seemed to have happened at the Ministry of Magic."
"Someone attacked the Aurors—and then left unharmed," Lucius said, opening his eyes. "Shouldn't that have happened?"
"It's because of Dumbledore—Dumbledore protected her." Fudge said, then suddenly realized something and added, "No—it should be said—Dumbledore made her do it."
"That's right." Lucius nodded and said, "That's what I think too—"
"After all, weakening the Ministry of Magic is weakening your power, isn't it?" Lucius said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Then shall we start with her?"
"But catching her is a very difficult thing."
“We just need a trigger,” Lucius said, blinking slightly. “I heard—she’s going somewhere soon.”
"And there—she will have to give up her wand."
As the night grew darker, the moon hid behind the clouds.
As Fudge's carriage flew further and further away, the smile on Lucius's face slowly disappeared.
He walked quickly back to his manor, and then respectfully and slowly made his way upstairs.
With each step he took, his expression grew increasingly submissive, until finally, upon reaching the second floor, his chin was completely lowered to his chest.
"Great Dark Lord—" he said softly, standing at the doorway of the room, "I have done as you commanded."
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After a brief silence, a soft sound came from inside the room.
"Well done, Lucius." Upon hearing the voice, Lucius immediately knelt on one knee and said, "It is what I should do, great Dark Lord."
"This is all for the benefit of pure-blood wizards," the Dark Lord said slowly, "and also for your and my benefit."
"When the day comes that we defeat Dumbledore and take control of the Ministry of Magic—"
"You and the Malfoy family will receive a hundred times more in return than you have today," the Dark Lord said, his footsteps growing closer.
Lucius's body trembled slightly, but he still managed to lift his head and look at the door.
"Clatter".
The door was opened, revealing the room's occupant.
He was a handsome young man with black hair, whose emotionless eyes swept over Lucius.
That day is not far off.
"The premise is that we need to control him—" he said, flicking his robe slightly, "Go and rest, Lucius."
"You still have a lot of work to do."
"Yes—the great Dark Lord—the great—Voldemort."