The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"Thank you~" Hermione gently wiped the water stains on her fingers with a napkin.

"This is a good boy." She touched Tom's head and gently hooked his chin, "Come on, tell me where you went at noon."

There was a certain charm in Hermione's movements and smiles that made Tom feel itchy, as if a restless kitten lived inside.

Hearing Hermione's question, he shared with Hermione what he had just done.

"Oh?" Hermione raised her eyebrows, "So, our busy man is going to interfere in the change of Prime Minister? He just supported the Minister of Magic, and now he is involved in the whirlpool of the British Prime Minister. You are really good at it. "

Hermione spoke from her heart. She really didn't expect that her boyfriend would be so courageous, and the things he planned were not at all something he would consider at his age.

Would a normal little wizard think, "This Minister of Magic is too cowardly, I have to replace him"? They are all thinking about things like "what to eat for lunch", "the homework due tomorrow has not been written yet", "who can lend me a copy of the homework". It's premature to even think about finding a girlfriend.

"Go with the flow, go with the flow," Tom said, not feeling that his behavior was remarkable. He just knows more information than others and is good at making information gaps.

Hermione took a copy of the Daily Prophet from the stool on the side and handed it to Tom.

"Fudge is doomed," she whispered.

Tom took a look and saw that it was a news report about Fudge finally giving up the large-scale search for Peter Pettigrew and deciding to offer a reward of twenty thousand gold galleons for his arrest.

Tom knew that once this news was released, the magical world would explode.

This is indeed the case.

Even though it's Christmas, there are still some unlucky people on duty at the Ministry of Magic. However, the lively and rushed atmosphere on weekdays definitely does not exist. All employees look lazy and do whatever they can to fish out.

The fireplaces that spit out a person every few seconds during the working day were burning quietly at this time, no different from ordinary fireplaces. The splendid hall was empty, except for the fountain in the middle of the foyer, which was still running conscientiously.

The sound of rushing water even echoed in the empty hall.

There is a table on the left side of the hall with a sign that says "Security Check". Sitting behind him was a witch in a peacock blue robe with messy hair. At this time, she was trimming her nails out of boredom.

Suddenly, a green flame burst out of a fireplace in the hall, and a wizard staggered out of it, holding a briefcase and a crumpled Daily Prophet in his hand.

"What's wrong? Are you in such a hurry?" The witch knew the wizard and asked with a smile, "Is it raining on the ceiling of your office?"

The wizard looked ugly. He shook his head, "I hope it's just a leak in the ceiling... You can see for yourself, I have something urgent..."

He put the newspaper on the witch's table and left in a hurry.

The witch looked at the newspaper curiously, and the bold and black word "shame" came into her eyes. She was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, an owl flew in from the outside and landed on her table.

After the witch saw clearly what was in the owl's talons, her expression changed drastically: the owl brought a roaring letter.

She knew how powerful this thing was, so she quickly reached out and opened the letter, and a shrill female voice roared in the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

This was not over yet, one owl after another rushed into the Ministry of Magic, leaving behind a series of roaring letters, which scared the witch and ran away.

Soon, the hall became lively.

At this time, the fireplaces on both sides of the hall burst into green flames, and figures emerged from the fire one after another.

But they covered their ears as soon as they entered - it was too noisy in the hall.

The howling letters turned into ashes one after another, seemingly without end. The noise raged for several hours, during which time most of the Ministry of Magic officials stopped taking their vacations and rushed to the Ministry from home.

However, no one tried to prevent the roaring letters from spontaneously burning, and everyone watched in silence as it happened. Bones came too, and she winked at some people. Only then did the officials make some noise, and a group of people turned around and left silently, walking into the Ministry of Magic, not knowing what they were doing.

But there were still many people who just stood there numbly, as if they had been cast a leg-locking spell.

Finally, the last howling letter turned into ashes and fell on the messy floor. At this time, the originally magnificent hall of the Ministry of Magic seemed to have experienced a war.

Fudge had arrived a long time ago. He was standing in front of a fireplace, watching all this happening blankly. Umbridge squeezed next to him and talked to him several times, but he ignored her. Finally, even Umbridge shut her mouth.

Fudge knew the source of all this: wizards in the British wizarding community were venting their dissatisfaction. They feared the escape of You-Know-Who's servants, and this fear eventually turned into hatred for the Ministry of Magic's incompetence. The wizards were relatively restrained and only sent howling letters.

"I, we..." Fudge waited for the lingering sounds in the hall to completely dissipate, then cleared his throat and wanted to say something, but when he noticed the looks in the eyes of his subordinates around him, he was completely speechless.

The look in their eyes was very strange. They looked at themselves like they were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Minister," Bones interrupted Fudge, "as Director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, I will file a case of no confidence against you."

Fudge was silent, and the entire hall fell into dead silence.

He was silent for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh. The sigh even echoed in the halls of the Ministry of Magic.

"Bones, you are a capable witch." After Fudge sighed, he seemed to have aged ten years. His body suddenly hunched over, and even his belly seemed a little smaller.

He wanted to say something more, but was choked. Finally, he said nothing and turned towards the fireplace.

"You can hold the hearing yourself. Once the results are known, just send me an owl to send me a letter." After saying that, his figure disappeared into the green fire.

Those present watched Fudge leave. Everyone knew deep down that Fudge's era was over. Bones looked at Fudge's lonely back and felt very uncomfortable.

"Clean the hall and prepare for the election." But she quickly suppressed her emotions and gave orders to the surrounding officials.

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Today we are going to introduce the life and story of Radolphus Lestrange, the fifteenth Minister of Magic. Just look at the last name and you will know that he is from the pure-blooded family Lestrange.

Radolphus Lestrange was a wizard who served as the British Minister of Magic from 1835 to 1841.

He attempted to close the Department of Mysteries, but the order was ignored. He eventually resigned, citing poor health, but according to rumors, he actually resigned because he was unable to cope with the pressures of the job.