"Sirius Black, how have you been recently?" Fudge smiled and greeted Sirius.
He put on a look that two people are familiar with, but in fact, only seen several times, and it is not a happy memory.
"Not bad, it's always better than Azkaban," Sirius said coldly.
"I am relieved to see you are doing well. I regret that I didn't help you in the past. I didn't go through a fair trial to conclude. You know that the person advocated… "Fudge lowered his voice and said regretfully; he glanced at the house-elf, where Barty Crouch was. "Your father and I were excellent friends. If there is anything you want, you can always come to me and ask for it." In fact, there will always be a vacancy in the Auror Department for you. Just ask, and it will be done, nothing too tricky.
As a war hero, Sirius is now prominent among the people in the magic circle.
Fudge's interest is to draw Sirius towards his side and let him become an Auror to the Ministry of Magic.
Needless to say, the Black family, as the oldest pure-blooded wizard family, has a strong network and wealth.
"I will think about it!" Sirius said.
After a satisfactory response, Fudge's eyes turned to Evan.
"Dear Evan, I am delighted to meet you here. I just saw the advertisement for your newspaper. It is great!"
He held Evan's hand kindly like his father and asked him kindly.
After a few minutes, Fudge returned to his position.
"He and your father are friends?" Evan asked, sitting down.
"Just a relationship of money, a pure-blooded wizard-like my parents, have a lot of connections with almost all of the Ministry of Magic. They used to donate large sums of gold Galleon to these politicians to help them pass the bill that benefits them." Sirius dismissively said, "One of my ancestors tried to force the Ministry of Magic to pass a bill to legalize the hunting and killing of the muggle, which is probably the case."
This is indeed absurd, but it is in line with the interests and traditions of the pure-blood wizard family.
Old-fashioned pure-blood families like the Black family, who always try to hide behind the scenes, use wealth and family as a weapon, clever use of people in front of the stage to protect their interests and threaten other wizards to obey their orders.
These types of things have been running very well for the past few centuries.
It wasn't until Voldemort's appeared that these pure-blood wizard families found themselves playing.
In the early days of Voldemort's rise, many pure-blood wizard families were supporting him.
Like Sirius' parents, they are proud of their son becoming a Death Eater.
They agree with Voldemort's philosophy that the status of a pure-blood wizard's is paramount.
But when Voldemort gradually revealed his nature and murdered the people around him, the pure-blooded wizard families began to fear.
The relationship between the two sides changed from an ally to a servant, and the pure-blooded wizard families became a tool for Voldemort's expansion.
No one dares to oppose him, and no one dares to quit.
Death Eater is not an organization that you want to join, and you want to quit, and you can leave at any time.
The only end to the Dark Lord's will is death.
In addition to its demise, this road has no end.
That's why many veteran blood wizard families have breathed a sigh of relief after Voldemort failed.
Although after the war, their power and control over the magic circle were not as good as before.
However, this is much better than following Voldemort's frenzied demise.
Just then, another representative of the pure-blood wizard family, the Malfoy family, entered the box.
As in the past, Lucius Malfoy looked at everyone in the box with a high attitude and squinting.
His cold grey-blue eyes stayed on Evan and Sirius for a while and quickly moved away.
There was a sneer on the pale, pointed face, which made him look very arrogant.
Behind him is Draco Malfoy and his mother, Narcissa Malfoy.
"Ah, Fudge!" Lucius quickly walked over to Minister for Magic and reached out. "Hello, I think you haven't seen my wife Narcissa yet, and our son Draco."
"Hello!" Fudge said, laughing at Mrs Malfoy, took a nap, "Please allow me to introduce you to Mr Oblansk, the minister of the Ministry of Magic in Bulgaria; it doesn't matter; he can't understand what I'm talking about anyway. Let me introduce you to another person; you remember Sirius Black don't you?"
"Of course I do." Lucius turned to Sirius with a malicious look and said in an arrogant tone, "I was surprised by the fact they actually let him out…"
"Oh, Black is innocent; we have proven this!" Fudge didn't understand what he was saying. "Everything is done by the evil Pettigrew Peter. Who would have thought of him as the culprit!"
"Correct." Lucius whispered, "But I think that people like him can still be dangerous…"
"Malfoy, if you want a fight, then I'm down for it!" Sirius shouted.
His voice is thunderous, and everyone in the box is looking at it.
"Lucius didn't mean what he said, Sirius; I think you misunderstood, don't mind him!" Fudge said in a panic, "Lucius recently gave St. Mungo's Hospital Magical Maladies and donated a lot of money; he is a VIP I invited!"
It was gold Galleon, and Evan understood what Sirius had just said.
It seems that it is straightforward to be a Fudge friend, as long as there is a large sum of gold.
As long as the Philosopher's Stone is transformed into a gold-filled function, controlling the Ministry of Magic does not seem difficult.
Under Fudge's gaze, Lucius Malfoy didn't say anything.
He looked at Sirius with sarcasm and everyone in the row of seats.
This feeling is like being stared at by a poisonous snake.
Then he walked to his seat.
Draco Malfoy followed his father and glanced at Evan, Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Someone was approaching the box, and when everyone was full, Ludo Bagman rushed in.
"Is everyone ready?" His round face is like a vast spherical cheese shines like starlight, "Minister, can I start?"
"You can start right now, Ludo." Fudge said slyly.
Ludo nodded and pulled out his wand and pointed to his throat, "Sonorus!"
The next second, what he said was like thunder, and it rang through the packed stadium.
His voice echoed above their heads and loudly passed to every corner of the stands.
"Sirius Black, how have you been recently?" Fudge smiled and greeted Sirius.
He put on a look that two people are familiar with, but in fact, only seen several times, and it is not a happy memory.
"Not bad, it's always better than Azkaban," Sirius said coldly.
"I am relieved to see you are doing well. I regret that I didn't help you in the past. I didn't go through a fair trial to conclude. You know that the person advocated… "Fudge lowered his voice and said regretfully; he glanced at the house-elf, where Barty Crouch was. "Your father and I were excellent friends. If there is anything you want, you can always come to me and ask for it." In fact, there will always be a vacancy in the Auror Department for you. Just ask, and it will be done, nothing too tricky.
As a war hero, Sirius is now prominent among the people in the magic circle.
Fudge's interest is to draw Sirius towards his side and let him become an Auror to the Ministry of Magic.
Needless to say, the Black family, as the oldest pure-blooded wizard family, has a strong network and wealth.
"I will think about it!" Sirius said.
After a satisfactory response, Fudge's eyes turned to Evan.
"Dear Evan, I am delighted to meet you here. I just saw the advertisement for your newspaper. It is great!"
He held Evan's hand kindly like his father and asked him kindly.
After a few minutes, Fudge returned to his position.
"He and your father are friends?" Evan asked, sitting down.
"Just a relationship of money, a pure-blooded wizard-like my parents, have a lot of connections with almost all of the Ministry of Magic. They used to donate large sums of gold Galleon to these politicians to help them pass the bill that benefits them." Sirius dismissively said, "One of my ancestors tried to force the Ministry of Magic to pass a bill to legalize the hunting and killing of the muggle, which is probably the case."
This is indeed absurd, but it is in line with the interests and traditions of the pure-blood wizard family.
Old-fashioned pure-blood families like the Black family, who always try to hide behind the scenes, use wealth and family as a weapon, clever use of people in front of the stage to protect their interests and threaten other wizards to obey their orders.
These types of things have been running very well for the past few centuries.
It wasn't until Voldemort's appeared that these pure-blood wizard families found themselves playing.
In the early days of Voldemort's rise, many pure-blood wizard families were supporting him.
Like Sirius' parents, they are proud of their son becoming a Death Eater.
They agree with Voldemort's philosophy that the status of a pure-blood wizard's is paramount.
But when Voldemort gradually revealed his nature and murdered the people around him, the pure-blooded wizard families began to fear.
The relationship between the two sides changed from an ally to a servant, and the pure-blooded wizard families became a tool for Voldemort's expansion.
No one dares to oppose him, and no one dares to quit.
Death Eater is not an organization that you want to join, and you want to quit, and you can leave at any time.
The only end to the Dark Lord's will is death.
In addition to its demise, this road has no end.
That's why many veteran blood wizard families have breathed a sigh of relief after Voldemort failed.
Although after the war, their power and control over the magic circle were not as good as before.
However, this is much better than following Voldemort's frenzied demise.
Just then, another representative of the pure-blood wizard family, the Malfoy family, entered the box.
As in the past, Lucius Malfoy looked at everyone in the box with a high attitude and squinting.
His cold grey-blue eyes stayed on Evan and Sirius for a while and quickly moved away.
There was a sneer on the pale, pointed face, which made him look very arrogant.
Behind him is Draco Malfoy and his mother, Narcissa Malfoy.
"Ah, Fudge!" Lucius quickly walked over to Minister for Magic and reached out. "Hello, I think you haven't seen my wife Narcissa yet, and our son Draco."
"Hello!" Fudge said, laughing at Mrs Malfoy, took a nap, "Please allow me to introduce you to Mr Oblansk, the minister of the Ministry of Magic in Bulgaria; it doesn't matter; he can't understand what I'm talking about anyway. Let me introduce you to another person; you remember Sirius Black don't you?"
"Of course I do." Lucius turned to Sirius with a malicious look and said in an arrogant tone, "I was surprised by the fact they actually let him out…"
"Oh, Black is innocent; we have proven this!" Fudge didn't understand what he was saying. "Everything is done by the evil Pettigrew Peter. Who would have thought of him as the culprit!"
"Correct." Lucius whispered, "But I think that people like him can still be dangerous…"
"Malfoy, if you want a fight, then I'm down for it!" Sirius shouted.
His voice is thunderous, and everyone in the box is looking at it.
"Lucius didn't mean what he said, Sirius; I think you misunderstood, don't mind him!" Fudge said in a panic, "Lucius recently gave St. Mungo's Hospital Magical Maladies and donated a lot of money; he is a VIP I invited!"
It was gold Galleon, and Evan understood what Sirius had just said.
It seems that it is straightforward to be a Fudge friend, as long as there is a large sum of gold.
As long as the Philosopher's Stone is transformed into a gold-filled function, controlling the Ministry of Magic does not seem difficult.
Under Fudge's gaze, Lucius Malfoy didn't say anything.
He looked at Sirius with sarcasm and everyone in the row of seats.
This feeling is like being stared at by a poisonous snake.
Then he walked to his seat.
Draco Malfoy followed his father and glanced at Evan, Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Someone was approaching the box, and when everyone was full, Ludo Bagman rushed in.
"Is everyone ready?" His round face is like a vast spherical cheese shines like starlight, "Minister, can I start?"
"You can start right now, Ludo." Fudge said slyly.
Ludo nodded and pulled out his wand and pointed to his throat, "Sonorus!"
The next second, what he said was like thunder, and it rang through the packed stadium.
His voice echoed above their heads and loudly passed to every corner of the stands.
